Some personal touches

‘Now for my personal lifestyle.’

He pulled off his pants and underwear, and looked down.

‘Lil’ L could use some loving. Hmm. And some personal growth as well.’

On Luke’s left upper thigh, he wrote His penis is seven inches flaccid, at least eleven inches erect.

‘I’m not greedy after all. Some girls don’t like ‘em big after all. The ones that don’t, I’ll fuck ‘em anyhow. Now what’s…ow, it burns.’

His dick glowed and growed to seven inches as he watches.

‘Fuck, that hurt! But at least it worked. What’s next?’

It took him a few minutes, then…

‘I wish I could think better. Now how to write it?’

After a few mental deliberations for a few minutes more. Under the last line.

Will always have a higher memory recall and mental acuity than 90% of the human population, and will never become insane or crazy.

‘There. That should…’

“Holy shit!” He hollered out and clutched his head.

His mind burned as if on fire and he rolled around on the bed until the pain stopped.

All sweaty, he holds up his left arm and sees the writing.

‘Fuck! I’ve been going about this all wrong. Now to fix it.’

Luke sits up and picks up the pen that had fallen to the floor. He then starts writing on his upper left arm.

Will not look older than someone in his thirties.

‘This is gonna fucking…’

“Yah! Fuck!” He yelled. His entire body was on fire this time.

Shortly later, he got up from the floor he fell to. The dresser mirror showed a man almost forty years younger.

“One…last thing… before…”

He located the pen and wrote on his thigh again.

Will not age or succumb to sickness or disease.

After a round of internal burning, Luke felt he had covered all the basics.