In his room after the shower. He needs to take stock.

Max threw his dirty laundry in the basket in his room, drying off his hair as he walked over to his desk and sat down. Letting the towel fall around his neck and shoulders, Max sighed. "Yeah, gonna have to remember to shower before bed if I have sex from now on. Didn't realize I felt that grungy."

His eyes fell on the Machine that made the last few days possible as he spoke, however.

"Or I can just make it so that I never get dirty..." Max raised his hands up, beginning to type out the next change before he stopped as his thoughts from earlier hit him. "Wait, hold up. I need to stop any unexpected consequences before they can come back to bite me. Let's see, should I just make it so I remember every deal exactly how I word it, or should I make something like a updating book or a file cabinet or something? I'm thinking... let's go with the file cabinet. That way it's not always on my mind, maybe?"

He quickly erased his previous What If question from the machine, typing in the new, actually important changes quickly.

:WHAT IF I HAD A FILING CABINET THAT CONTAINED THE EXACT WORDING OF EVERY DEAL I'VE MADE WITH MY POWER OF EXCHANGE SORTED BY DATE, TIME OF DAY THEN PERSON?:

:WHAT IF MY FILING CABINET HAD INFINITE CAPACITY, YET WAS NO LARGER OR HEAVIER THAN A NORMAL TWO TIER FILING CABINET AND WAS EASILY NAVIGABLE?:

:WHAT IF MY FILING CABINET ALSO CONTAINED A LIST OF EVERY CHANGE I'VE MADE WITH THE WHAT IF MACHINE ALSO SORTED BY DATE?:

Max didn't see the filing cabinet pop into existence, nor did it make a sound, but he was suddenly aware of the black object that was just there out of the corner of his eye when he sat back from the machine. It looked like a standard filing cabinet, the top drawer being labeled "Deals" in a little card in the slot for putting identifiers, while the bottom drawer was labeled "What If's."

Not that he was surprised in the least. Not after everything else he'd done thanks to this little miracle machine.

"There, easy as pie. Lemme just..." Max trailed off, rolling his chair over to the newest addition to his room and pulled open the top drawer.

And pulled.

And pulled.

And pulled until his chair hit the bed.

"Neat." Max said, looking down the length of the metal drawer that stretched into infinity. "Glad I don't have any weird, irrational fears of long corridors or small spaces or anything." He laughed to himself as he looked at the small bundle of files right at the front.

Grabbing them all, Max rolled back to his desk, closing the cabinet as he did so. Pushing the What If machine back and to the right slightly, Max stacked the folders in a pile on his left. Grabbing the top one, he opened it up and saw what he expected to see. At the top of the folder was inked the date of the day he'd gotten the machine and first used it, that being three days ago. There was a single sheet of paper, titled "Sam."

:Traded One (1) US penny for Sam to go to Max's room in her nursing scrubs:

[TRANSCRIPT OF TRADE (T.o.T.)]

"If I give you this penny, will you meet me in my room wearing your nursing scrubs?" - Max

"For that penny? Absolutely! Just give me a sec to get changed." - Sam

:Traded One (1) Pencil Cap Eraser for the One (1) pair of panties Sam was wearing at that moment (A blue thong):

[T.o.T.]

"I just wanted to exchange this... this cap eraser for the panties you're wearing right now." - Max

"Sure! That sounds like a good exchange. Just give me one second." - Sam

:Traded One (1) chance to give Max a back rub for One (1) Necklace:

[T.o.T.]

"Sam, can I trade you the chance to give me a back rub for your necklace?" - Max

"When do I get the chance to give you a back rub? Is it now, anytime I want, or some specific time?" - Sam

"Now works." - Max

"That's pretty damn simple." Max said to himself, putting the paper back in the folder and putting it down on his desk. He quickly grabbed the next folder, looking at the contents. It seemed that each page was a specific person. Now to go over everything else up till now. "Let's see. Traded Annabelle for one of the last poptarts, should have gotten both then traded one back for something. Too late now. Traded Ms. Cathoway that weeks homework for her blouse. She went without a shirt for the rest of the day, and she didn't get in trouble with anyone for the public indecency even though people did notice it. I exchanged lunches with Mr. Bradford. Lloyd, Jeremy, Terry and Carl are lumped together as Max's school bullies interestingly enough, and I gave them, as a group, 75 cents to leave me alone forever. I traded Jordan a penny for the ride up to Lover's canyon, traded a chance to blow me for her clothes, then traded her clothing back for a ride back to my house. Finally, the trade with Annabelle before I went to sleep..."

:Traded Cum for Waking Max up with a blowjob:

[T.o.T.]

"Hey Annabelle, I got a good idea. Willing to trade something?" - Max

"Course I am. What'cha got for me?" - Annabelle

"I'll trade you my cum if you wake me up with a blowjob. Sound good to you?" - Max

"Your cum, just to wake you up by blowing you? Sold! Man, can't believe he's just giving me that so easy. It's not even a fair deal for him..." - Annabelle

Max raised an eyebrow at the transcript. He didn't remember hearing that last part of Sam's sentence, but she did seem eager compared to everyone who just kinda accepted the deal like it was no big deal.

"But, looking at the wording of my half of the transcript, it does in fact seem like it'd be an ongoing deal. No specified date or set amount, just that Annabelle gets my cum if she wakes me up with a blowjob. Unintentional, but a happy coincidence. I'll just let that deal go on as is for now. But, I better check over everything again to see if anyone else has the same open ended deal that I didn't intend."

Well, that mystery was solved, and looking back at all the previous deals showed that no, no one else had on-going deals before Annabelle's deal other than the ones with his, now former, bullies.

Even looking up the deals the following day, starting with Ms. Halan and his grade for the assignment.

And there, he noticed a few... unexpected trades.

The first one, the exchange of giving Ms. Halan an ass fucking for a good grade on the assignment, was as expected. But the following were not something he paid much attention to.

:Traded Ms. Halan's pussy juices for not fucking Ms. Halan's ass dry:

:Gave Ms. Halan eagerness in exchange for Ms. Halan verbal begging for an ass fucking:

:Made Ms. Halan call Max master in exchange for ass fucking with pussy juice lube:

:Exchanged Chance of Repeat encounter for Ms. Halan keeping cum inside her ass for the rest of the day:

"That's a... huh." Max looked at the page for Charlotte Halan, marked for yesterday. "I did not expect that I could make deals so easily. Okay, I'm really glad I checked. I don't have to acknowledge an exchange as an exchange for it to count. Not only that, but I can give someone something of their own? Or can I enhance it? The Transcript of the deal makes it seem like I can tell someone what they are, and that because of that I can make them do something? I'm not entirely sure on that, I'll have to check it out later. Gotta write that down real quick so I don't fuck it up and forget like whatever I had planned yesterday." He told himself, quickly taking out one of the empty notebooks for school he kept in his desk drawer and wrote it down on the first page.

As he went to put the pencil down, Max quickly placed the folder back in the top drawer of his cabinet, closing it and taking out the first file from the bottom drawer. There were only two folders, one for today, and one for three days ago. He grabbed the one corresponding to the first day he got the machine, opening it up and looking at the words again.

:WHAT IF ANY EXCHANGE I MAKE FOR ANY SERVICE OR PROPOSITION IS ACCEPTED COMPLETELY:

:WHAT IF I CAN GET ANYONE TO DO ANYTHING FOR ANY EXCHANGE:

"Let's really try to understand this, see if I can break it down to exact terms." Max said, taking a calming breath as he put pencil to paper again. Why did he suddenly feel a little out of his depth? "Any exchange I make for any service or proposition is accepted completely. It apparently doesn't mean that I have to be part of it, only that I make it. So, could I make an exchange between two people? Three? Between groups? Between a group and a singular person? For Ms. Halan, it said I 'gave her eagerness' in exchange for her to beg to get fucked in the ass. So I can give people emotions in exchange for something. Can I give them a concept? Or, actually, can I give them something physical that doesn't actually exist? Transform them? Say, for example, could I give mom longer hair in exchange for something?"

Max's eyes ghosted over the second What If statement, pausing as he tried to fully parse what it meant.

"Anything for an exchange..." Max murmured to himself, looking at the sentence over and over again. "I think I should do some testing. I do remember thinking yesterday that I should ramp it up quickly to see what I can do."

Max licked his lips, suddenly finding them dry as his heart began to pound in excitement.

"Thank god it's Saturday."