Not even close

Continuing on a second sheet of paper, Max began writing even more changes.

"What if human pregnancy only lasted 9 weeks?" (He still wanted to see them swell, but wanted to be able for them to pump out children quickly)

"What if I had access to an infinite customizable pocket dimension?" (He needed somewhere to raise all the children he would be having.)

"What if women I impregnate have their breasts permanently grow in size and produce a large amount of milk?" (That just sounded fun. And tasty.)

"What if I could customize myself and any woman I fuck?" (Got to make sure all of his women looked good, as well as himself.)

Not able to think of anything else he wanted to add at the moment, Max typed his questions into the machine, a flash of light confirming that they worked. With the last question entered, Max thought about his pocket dimension, and the entrance appeard. Smiling, Max took a step into the portal, ready for his new life of breeding.