A regular guy

That's how you would describe yourself. "A regular guy". You were 5'10'' with a slim figure, not fat, but not scrawny or anything. No real muscle. "Normal", "bland", "unremarkable"... Those were the words that would come to your mind when you'd see yourself. Your eyes then got down to your floppy dick, then again nothing to be proud nor ashamed of, 6 inches when erect. The norm. Douglas Spencer, the normal dude. No, nothing to do with the actor, just a coincidence...
"Oh, I wish I was special, somehow..." you sighed to yourself out loud. And then, the fantasies of two minutes ago came back to your mind... "Oh I wish this wasn't just a dream..." you said to yourself, out loud again.

You think back on this "changing your own self through asking yourself questions in the mirror" theory. You look at your reflection and ask out loud, with a faint hope that was actually getting bigger by the second that this would work somehow : "Would you rather be a bit taller or a bit smaller ?" you knew the answer already but your brain formulated it in your mind anyway for some reason. "Taller of course" you thought.
And you watched your body becoming taller. You were no giant, but a good 6'2''. Your brain took a good second to realize : it worked ! It actually worked ! You were submerged by a lot of emotions, impatience, joy, amazement, and maybe a bit of fear ? You had to be careful. You wanted to plan things. You always were a rational being and in the same time always had dreamed of someting like this happening. "AAArgh ! Ok, calm down !" you gently slapped yourself on both cheeks and looked at your reflection again. You were definitely taller no mistake possible. You felt the overwhelming emotions starting to come back.

I really want to see if I can change myself into what I always wanted to look like. Still looking at yourself, you asked "Would you rather have a muscled athletic body or a fat body ?" once again, you already knew the answer, and once again, your brain felt compelled to formulate it anyway "Athletic, of course". And in a span of a few seconds, you were looking at a really nicely muscled body, and it still took some time for you to realize that this was now yours.

Your dick twitched at the view. Maybe because you liked the body, or maybe because you liked that feeling of power. Still those pubes and chest hair was unsettling to you. You never liked those and always found them a bit disgusting but never cared enough to get rid of them. Well now was the chance.
"Would you rather have a smooth skin with no body hair anywhere under the neck or look like a very hairy bear daddy ?" "Smooth skin" you immediately replied in your head. Your dick twitched again at the now even more desirable body. Time to give this part some attention too.

"Would you rather have a really thick, 10 inches cock with big balls or have a smaller 3 inches cock with small balls ?" "big cock's always the answer !" After a few seconds of relishing in the delicate warmth of body transofrmation, you looked down. Amazed with your newfound monster of a penis, you started to work it to full erection. It was surreal, your were not looking in the mirror anymore, but at yourself, extatic. When fully erect you stoped. It was 10 inches now...

All sorts of crazy perverted thoughts crossed your mind. All this time spent looking at porn, or playing porn games "helped you" discover some kinks. You were, for instance, really aroused by cum. Big cumshots, facials, girls swallowing, creampies, etc... Especially swallowing, actually. Something about the act of consuming sperm always gave you chills. The more, the better. The thicker, the better. You were as hard as a steel rod now. You wanted to live that fantasy, and now were able to. You'd have to find the girl to feed your cum to later though.

So you looked at the mirror again "Would you rather be able to produce and ejaculate twenty times the normal quantity of cum and have your orgasms lasting longer or be only able to shoot blanks ?" and as you gave your obvious answer, you felt your balls becoming tighter and your prostate becoming bigger.

You spent the next thirty minutes modifying yourself, polishing the details. You made yourself have a perfectly symetrical face, which was a way to become a lot more attractive without changing your face, though you did also made your jaw a bit more chiseled and your hairline a bit closer to your eyebrows. You also experimented on changing how you felt things modifying some senses, and reverting back afterwards, just to see what was working, and what was not. Everything was working.

You were so aroused right now... You wanted to bring yourself to orgasm to test your cum quantity change. You booted up your computer, launched some of your favorite porn and smirked while taking your immense manhood in your hands. Not trying to hold on at all, in 10 minutes, you brought yourself to climax and held it in for a few seconds, the time to get in the shower, wich was only a few steps aways from your computer. The quirks of living in a minuscule appartment. You let it all out in the shower and busted the biggest nut of your life. The pleasure was the same as usual, but the feeling of cumming buckets was so... Cool ! It lasted for what seemed double the usual time... And after you came down from the bliss, you looked at the mess you'd made. It was stupidly plentifull. The sight of it would have instantly made you rock hard again if you hadn't had that refractory period every man has... "Wait ! That too can be changed !"

After fifteen more minutes carefully crafting questions and asking them to yourself, you now had the capacity of staying hard as long as you were aroused, and to magically refill your cum count after an orgasm (you specified "magically", not wanting it to dehydrate you or something). You also made your cum a tad bit thicker. You looked at yourself again and did not recognize your perfect idea of a man, looking back at you in the mirror, to be yourself. "My brain will get used to it" you shrugged.

But then, another similar thought came to your mind... People won't recognize me ! Or they will freak out if they do... Maybe that power extends to the whole reality... I didn't really test that out yet... I should be able to do something... I know ! I'll test it on Mike !

Mike was not really a friend, just the guy that lived in the appartment next door, he was also a student, and was even lazier than you. You spent a lot of afternoons and nights playing video games with him.

So you went back to the mirror and carefully crafted the question to ask to yourself. "Would you rather the changes that you make and made to yourself via this power appear to others as what you always looked like or that you actually always looked like that and will be remembering it accordingly" You picked the first answer pretty quickly, though you know you'd have hesitated for some time had you not be the one preparing the question. Something about knowing you were cheating was something you didn't want to go without.

You cleaned the shower and washed yourself during the the same time then put on some clothes, you were always wearing clothes that were a bit too large for you but now, you were feeling tight in them : something new to you. You looked in the mirror, that tight shirt was actually the perfect fit, highlighting your features perfectly. The jeans didn't need a belt anymore, though... God, I look so attractive... you thought.

On to see Mike, now ! Damn, I hope it will have worked, I don't want to have to explain how I changed...

You get out of your room in the corridor and knock at the opposite door, knowing full well his doorbell's dead since the dawn of time, hoping he's not wearing a headphone. A few seconds later, you hear the lock and the door opens on a pokerfaced Mike.