A World in His Image

Money and material possessions were irrelevant, no doubt, but they did have a purpose. Perhaps even more valuable, however, were things that couldn't be obtained through conventional means.

New Rule: The owner of this book may change their body in whatever way they see fit, with a single thought. This process happens painlessly.

He nods, considering various changes he could try to make. He holds out one finger, imagining it being a foot long. As he blinks, all of a sudden his finger is a massive length, and he sits up straight in shock. Silently, he wills his finger back to its normal length, and there it is again, just as it had been. He breathes deep for a second.

"Shouldn't have surprised me that much, considering I changed the color of the sun half an hour ago."

He nods, determined to keep his composure this time.

"Alright, let's try...metal hand."

Sure enough, as he lifts his hand off the table, it has a beautiful steel sheen, and a tap on it with his fork reveals that it is, in fact, completely metal, still able to move about as though it were normal. Another thought, and it's back to normal, though that might be one he kept later.

Already he could feel this sort of power creeping into his mind, and while normally, he would try to resist this sort of thing, he also normally didn't have the power to act on it. He smirks, setting pencil to paper again.

Old Rule: Nudity is commonly accepted among all cultures, and clothes are generally only worn by those who are married.

A blink, and all of a sudden most of the shop's inhabitants are nude, including himself. While he was certainly no slouch downstairs, an idea struck him, and he re-envisioned himself. A perfect bodybuilder physique, and...yeah, a foot of soft cock hanging off his chair would do nicely. When his eyes open once again, he glances down, and lo, his body was a picture perfect model with an almost terrifyingly large penis. He looks back up, seeing a few glances passed his way, as well as a few lower lips being bitten. He nods, enjoying the new scenery for a moment, and another thought pops into his head.

Old Rule: Exactly 50% of human females have breasts that are D-cups or larger.

New Rule: Human females will no longer suffer back pain due to the weight of their breasts.

He glances up, looking around at the new very well-endowed ladies within the shop. The sample size appeared to be a bit skewed in the larger favor, with one girl probably holding a new pair of H-cups, but he certainly wasn't about to complain. Already this was quite fun, but he wasn't just an exhibitionist or voyeur. There were some much more practical uses to put this book to.