Training montage, BEGIN!

Honestly, Max could think of a lot of things more fun than training with sexy cops, as it turns out. After the surprising amount of thugs were finally carted off to either a hospital or to holding, things got a little crazy.

First, there was a LOT of clean up, having a small army of idiots tramping through the house and then shot with beanbag loaded shotguns was a messy affair. Lots of broken glass, vases, plates, a few broken tables and chairs (most of which were broken over said thugs heads and limbs).
That was a cleaning task that actually took most of three days. In the middle of that, of course, Max won the lotto with that ticket that had mysteriously ended up on his desk, next to the mystical machine. Breaking the news that he'd won ended up in another massive group hug/dogpile, especially after Max told everyone present he was planning on using it to help buy a proper house to fit everyone and all the babies they were going to be having. Word of that spread to the rest of his new extended family/harem within the hour, leading to a few of his women bursting into the house and tackling him into a joyous hug at random times as they got the news.

Secondly, Max started training with Officer's Dessa and Dee at a local martial arts studio they practice at. As it turns out, Max was adjusting to his new reality(/timeline/existence?) of always having a horny pussy dripping for him to plunge into at a moment's notice. Spending a few hours every other day surrounded by two buxom cops, working up a sweat, pressing up against each other while practicing a little grappling, and not getting instant gratification, was thoroughly frustrating, to say the least.

Both cops had been nothing but professional for the most part. Dessa, the bespectacled beauty was a fair but firm task mistress, guiding Max through exercise after exercise. She always pushed him to just the brink of what he could take, before letting him rest, then she spent a little talking to him, getting him to talk about what he'd learned in Aunt Alison's tactical lessons, keeping them fresh.

Aunt Alison had taken to teaching Max a few things around the house; where the arsenals were, what was designed to be a bludgeoning weapon, how to properly barricade a door, and so on. Those lessons invariably lead to Max pounding the incestuous pregnant milf and another woman of the house into puddles of pleased pussies by the end, but it was still deeply informative. Except as to why she knew all about tactical urban combat in the first place. That was still perplexing to Max.

Dee, Dessa's partner was new to the **** and helped Max train in hand to hand combat. As it turns out, the bright, cheery buxom blonde, was also a boxing champion and practiced mixed martial arts. She taught Max about close quarters combat, grappling, and the importance of stretching. Besides always having a cheery smile on her face, she was always fine to chat with Max about anything and everything, which was nice, since most of Max's conversations were either about training or sex these days. Though it seemed like he had some really stiff joins, since Dee would always take a long time helping him stretch on some days.

Outside of training, that totally wasn't helped by Max typing in "What if, going forward, I was great at learning tactics and hand to hand combat?" (Hopefully that was written in a way to keep Max's timeline from having sudden, retroactive, shifts of his life.) things were going good.

Aunt Alison and his Mom Britney were working towards organizing what could be thrown out and what should be packed up and moved with them. His sisters were still taking college classes, and looking to graduate soon. His cousins that were still home were still being as weird as they always were, though apparently, Illyana called after the whole raid. Aunt Alison hasn't said anything about her, yet.

Olivia and her mom, Gabrielle come over daily with Shanti, the teachers gossiping about what's going on in their departments while Olivia got along with Iris pretty well, as fellow nerds.

Becca from next door was over just as often, helping Carmen, Maria, and Tiffany lay low. Out of the three misfits, Becca and Carmen got along as they both realized they shared a love for motherhood. Maria was still mostly taciturn with everyone else, still taking a long time to let her walls come down as she was still worrying about her mom, wherever she was.

Tiffany was almost painful to watch, as her emotions flew all over the place as her new mentality came to grips with everything she'd done before Max knocked her up. She'd spent most of the previous day crying to Maria, begging forgiveness for how horrible she'd been.

Megan, Becca's mom and milf-next-door was mostly living in her own house, her husband Steve had just gotten back from a trip just after the raid and she still wanted to appear to be a faithful wife while she sorted out if she wanted to move in with Max or not.

The mysterious asian beauty Hope has yet to be seen though, and no one from the misfits group has yet to figure out why. Maria already had figured that with the amount of cleavage around the house, she'd show up at some point.

At least, that's how Max thinks things are going.