On myself

I could do practically anything, but first it was worth upgrading a few more elements. I grabbed the phone and started typing:

"Ryder Knox has a 9-inch cock."

"Ryder Knox never runs out of cum."

"Ryder Knox has unlimited stamina and full control over his orgasms."

I pressed "send" and waited a minute. Again, I didn't feel any changes. I ran my hand over the bulge in my boxers and felt a powerful cannon inside. I smirked to myself. Now I looked better than my brother and was better equipped than my brother. Unfortunately, it didn't change much in my home and college situation. Mom still favored my brother. My brother still mocked my slender build (even though I wasn't slender anymore!). At college, girls still avoided me, convinced I must be a total coward since I'd learned to run so fast. I sighed heavily and started wondering what went wrong. After a moment of thought, I understood. This device was extremely precise when it came to wishes. I'd wished for an athlete's physique... Not an athlete's physique to attract girls. In that respect, this little machine was very malicious. I started thinking about how to improve this gray, boring world even more when I heard Mom's car pull into the driveway. I got dressed, hid the phone in my pocket, and went downstairs.

- Ryder. - she called to me from the door. - Be a useful son and bring the grocery bags inside.

I sighed heavily. So much had changed, yet so little. I headed toward the car. As always, the trunk was packed to the brim, as if we were preparing for the apocalypse. I started carrying the groceries into the kitchen. Mom cheerfully cheered me on, repeating how my wonderful brother would have carried them twice as fast. When I finally placed the last bag on the table, instead of a simple "thank you," I got the trash bags. I took them without a word and headed for the dumpster.

Only when I threw the bags into the plastic abyss of the bin did I remember the phone. I didn't have to put up with all this anymore. Just one small change would be enough. On the other hand, I felt resistance. This was still my mom. The woman who gave birth to me and raised me.

I took out the phone and looked at it, wondering what I should do now.