Covering Some Bases

Max was about to leave his room and begin some debauched havoc when he had a moment of reflection. He was totally planning to rail every hot chick he could get his hands on, but he was still only one person and had some natural physical limitations. He checked himself in the mirror and sized himself up. He was scrawny, with pasty, olive skin, five-and-half-feet, a tiny bit of a gut, and a dick that he thought was a bit below average if not the definition of 'underwhelming'. Even though he could probably make his cock dongzilla to point porn stars were intimidated and shamed by his stature, he wanted to go a more subtle route.

He also thought of this reality warping device. He couldn't really schlepp it around everywhere to be used when inspiration struck and he didn't feel like running back to his room either. Maybe he could give himself teleporting powers? Maybe another day. Then he had another idea. He'd always been a bit of a creepy, awkward geek. And he thought of some superhero comics like Green Lantern and Thor. Maybe he could finesse the 'What-If Machine' to come when called and vanish when not in use?

Shrugging his shoulders, he figured there was no harm in trying.

What if the 'What-If Machine' materialized whenever I summoned it and returned to wherever I was staying the night when I'm not typing stuff into it?

What if I could control the volume and duration of my ejaculations without limit?

What if as long as I was engaged in a sexual act, I had infinite strength and stamina?

Max looked at himself again and even though he didn't noticeably change, he felt like he'd still set himself up to have some twisted fun.__