The side effects have side effects.

Max follows his stacked aunt downstairs and hears the sound of giggling coming from the dining room. It takes a bit to recognize that it's his mother. Mom is not a giggler! At least, she wasn't.

Max enters the room to discover the reason for her giggling. The man with the porn 'stache whose lap she is perched on is tickling her inner thigh. She is wearing, or half-wearing, a robe identical to the one Aunt Allison is wearing. Her boobs, one of which has escaped from the robe, are actually bigger.

"Oh hey, Sport!" The man molesting his mother greets him.

"Oh my God! Max!" His mother squeals and tries to put her boob back under the sheer fabric.

"Oh come on, Angie," Mr. Porn 'Stache says, tugging the robe so that both boobs emerge. "Ain't nothing the boy ain't seen before!"

"Bi-ill!" His mom whines, but makes no effort to cover back up.

Max is so focused on not focusing on his mother's new mind-blowing rack that it takes a second for him to realize something.

"I thought Bill was Allison's boyfriend?" He says aloud, turning to his aunt as an excuse not to look at his mother.

"Of course he is!" Allison affirms and scampers up to the man who just slipped his hand down his sister's panties to kiss him hungrily.

"We...we talked about this... Maxie..." His mother explains, blushing furiously. "Mommy and Auntie Allie are sh...sh...sharing!"

Allie starts playing with her sister's tits as she continues to mack on their mutual beau and Angie abandons what sense of shame she had been maintaining in front of her son and starts mumbling "oh fuck yes, oh fuck yes, oh fuck yes" over and over.

It occurs to Max he may have made a mistake.

"Who wants bacon?"

Max looks up to the door leading to the kitchen where one of his twin sisters, Holly, is holding a platter of crisp pork, wearing a smile and a frilly pink apron that half-covers her tits, leaving a bit more than 50% to bulge out from either side. They aren't as big as those of her older relatives, but they're three times bigger than they were yesterday!

"Bring that over her, Molly!" Bill says, pushing Aunt Allison away.

"I'm Holly, Uncle Bill!" Holly protests, but she brings the platter to him and Max notices that she is wearing acrylic stripper heels and walks as if she's been practicing a lot.

"Like anyone cares, Sweet Tits," Bill shrugs, making Max's sister giggle and blush and stick out her chest proudly.

"I have mini muffins!"

Max turns back to the kitchen door to see that Molly's outfit is identical to Holly's and that the outfit belies any claim that her muffins are mini.

"Oh good! Maxie's up!" Molly exclaims, and minced over to him on her heels.

She bends forward completely unnecessarily and presents him with a basket of little of tiny muffins and a big view down her apron.

"You want some, little brother?" She asks. "Anything you see that you like, you know I'll give it to you!"

Max stammers, unsure how to respond, when his mother declared "I don't want bacon! I want sausage!"

And he turns to see his mother disappear beneath the table.

"Angie, we're supposed to share!" Allie protests and follows.

Max stared at Bill in horror and outrage. The older man just smirks at him and reaches out to grab at Holly's ass. Holly squeals weak protest but doesn't move away.

"Come on, little brother!" Molly begs. "Just grab what you want!"

And Max looks back to see his other sister has set the basket on the table and is looking back at him over her shoulder. And now he knows there was nothing under her apron.

He clearly miscalculated when he typed his sentence. This Bill guy had taken advantage of the women in Max's family when he realized the side effects Max had dreamed up made them helplessly horny and docile. He probably should run back and type Bill out of all of their lives.

But Molly's ass was there, beaconing. And he hadn't even seen his cousins yet and what the side effects had done to them. He would undo the hold Bill had on his mom and aunt. Soon. But would he do something else first?