What if Molly experienced 100x the pleasure of an orgasm all the time?

You knew she said the readers wouldn't be happy with ideas like this, but maybe if the situation were more complex...

You typed in your request and after a quick flash of light you heard screaming from the bathroom.

"Ok maybe 100x the pleasure was a little too far..."

The screaming continued but you could make out moans in-between.

"Should I stop it?" Your hands hovered above the keyboard, you felt stressed. What if it somehow caused her way more pain than usual as well? What if you accidentally did something wrong?

Then she stumbled into the room, her pants around her ankles and her panties completely soaked, dripping constantly as she stumbled towards you.

"Hah! Cah!! Curse!! Y-youuuaaaAaaAAGH! aAAAAAH-"

You quickly typed in "What if the last wish given to this machine no longer applies." and a quick flash later her screams turned into gasps as she collapsed to the floor.

"What happened?!" Your asked, rushing over and kneeling next to her.

"P-please...never...do that...again..." She gasped.

A horrible feeling formed in the pit of your stomach. Did you hurt her? Was she ok? You hoped the machine could heal people if she was hurt.

"I won't, I promise. Please tell me, what happened? Are you ok?" You were panicking.

She didn't respond so you decided to grab some water. After running down the stairs you grabbed a glass and filled it up as quickly as you could, then rushed back upstairs.

"Do you want water?" You asked her and gave her the glass. She was still lying face down. Though her face was turned to the side, just breathing.

"Yes, thank you." She tipped the glass back and soon it was empty. "Another. Please."

You repeated the process and returned, and she emptied that glass too. After one more trip she finally seemed to be satisfied halfway through the third glass.

"Thank you, Max." She said, holding your hand.

After she had recovered, she explained that due to several biological factors of the human body, trying to produce that many pleasure chemicals was a major problem. On top of that, the desire to scream was overwhelming and made it virtually impossible to breath. And her body was also constantly trying to cum when she didn't have any cum left to give.

She would be ok, but she made sure to teach you the difference between pleasure and what she called utility, (good feelings minus bad ones) that way if you were ever insane enough to try something like that again, you would at least know how to type it without nearly killing her. She also, of course, begged you never to try writing something like that again.

The storm refused to subside, and a constant stream if raindrops ran down the outside of your window. You and Molly spent most of the rest of the day just talking and watching the rain.

"I'm really glad you're ok, I know I've already said it a million times now, but..."

She chuckled. "It's ok, really. It was..sweet in a crude way to try something like that. There's no use holding it against you, you couldn't have known how careful you have to be in wording your requests right."

"Why not wish the machine to change our wishes into what we really want to happen before executing them? Instead of doing what's technically typed?"

She shook her head. "Same reason I didn't wish myself infinite utility. The readers."

You sighed and thunder continued to rumble.