Just Some Loser

You stare down at your unimpressive body. You don't want to think too much about it, or who you are. You don't like your gangly body, with no fat or muscle to speak of anywhere; you don't even like your name. But if this stone is the real deal, all of that can change. All of that has to change.

You duck into an out-of-the-way corner of the shop. Visions of changes you could make flit through your head, and then you remember stories of people using ultimate power, and then, humiliatingly, losing it. You can't let that happen. You know what your first change is going to be. "Nothing can stop me from making changes with the Reality Stone. Aaugh, fuck!" The stone has bonded itself to your skin; it feels like your entire hand has been doused in super glue. If you're going to wield ultimate power, you can't do it feeling like this, and you can't do it while worried that a badly worded change would lead to feeling like this, or worse. You need some foresight. Gritting your teeth, you **** out "I understand... the consequences... of the changes... that I have made... or plan to make... with the Reality Stone." A flood of information rushes through your mind.

As you consider each choice of change you could make, mountains of caveats show up in your thoughts. Safeguards against safeguards against safeguards, all created by the imprecision of human language. Plus, your hand still hurts. You're going to need to find a way out of this before it drives you crazy. If only there were a way to guarantee you'd be happy with the outcomes... Ah-ha! "When I am changed by the Reality Stone, be it physically or mentally, and including this change, it is only in ways that I would approve of both before and after the change." The flood of catch-22s subsides... thereby freeing you up to focus on the pain in your hand again.

"All right, the Reality Stone is no longer fused to me." Your hand still dully aches, but you can finally adjust your grip on the stone. You ponder setting it down here, but you're not comfortable messing around in this shop any longer; what if the shopkeeper tries something. Just need to get out of here. Could walk, but why bother? "I can teleport myself, along with any objects I wish, to any location I have been to or know of."

You focus on your apartment, and a sensation manifests in your mind, like a soap film, separating you from there. You pierce the film...

And collapse onto your couch, dry-heaving. Ugh, it seems you didn't have any negative consequences from granting yourself the ability to teleport, simply from using it. How tedious. You can't still be second-guessing things. You put the stone down next to you. Keeping your eyes on it, you say "I am impervious to physical and mental harm." Despite not touching the stone, you still have access to its power; your breathing calms down, and your stomach settles.

Seeing the stone lying free like that, though, you realize there could still be the potential for it to be used against you. "Nobody but me... no, that wouldn't work... The Reality Stone only... no... Ah-ha! I am the sole arbiter of whether and how any change made using the Reality Stone manifests. And now that I think of it, I bet I missed a few tricks. I am aware of the consequences of the changes that anyone attempts to make with the Reality Stone. I cannot be changed by anything, including the Reality Stone, unless I allow it. I am aware of the precise consequences of any change that is attempted to me."

Hmm! You think to yourself. If anyone figures out a way around all of that, I guess they almost deserve to beat me. But let's consider happier thoughts, like what you're finally going to do to juice up this pathetic body of yours!

"I'm six feet tall, with decent muscles and enough fat to smooth things out. I've got massive tits, and a huge cock with balls to match, as well as a deep cunt! Oh, and I won't impregnate anyone or get pregnant unless I feel like it." You burst out of your clothes, and look down at your well-hung amazonian body. You've read so much porn about hot futanari bitches making people their playthings, and now you're going to live it!

First, you need to put your body through its paces. You grab a breast with one hand, and start stroking your dick with the other. You quickly blow a load, leaving a puddle of cum on the floor. And your dick goes soft! It's not like still stroking it feels uncomfortable, but this is just kind of disappointing. "I can blow nice thick loads whenever I want to." Your dick springs back to full hardness, and you crank out ropes of cum that reach across the room. Your dick is still hard, but, interested in playing with the "new toy" of your abilities, you let go of it, and it goes flaccid. You grab it, and it's immediately hard again. "Oh, this is nice... Leaving cum everywhere might be a bit much, though. Um... I can make my cum vanish at will." The room is now spotless, or at least only the normal level of dirty.

You collapse back onto the couch and start fapping again, enjoying countless "dry" orgasms as you decide what to do next. It seems with unlimited power, comes unlimited choice paralysis...