Some self-improvement

As great as my day had been so far, the fact remained that my rent money didn't come from nowhere. Even on a Saturday afternoon with no classes, I'd have to get some work done if I didn't want to borrow money from my parents again. After Emily left, I got myself off on the thought of her nonchalantly letting me suck her tits, and then I sat myself in front of the computer and **** myself to work.

My cock had other plans.

No matter what, despite muscle-clenching and calm breathing and spilling a bit of cold water, it was hard as a rock. I couldn't stop thinking of my escapades earlier today. At one point, I looked at my computer in a moment of clarity and realized the last ten or so lines of code were nonsense filled with dirty words.

I sighed and unzipped my fly - if I had to, I would even jack off again so I could focus.

"Settle down, boy," I told myself.

To my surprise, it worked - my dick sank to normal like a wilting flower in a timelapse, and I even felt somewhat more calm overall. However, this feeling of calm could not compare to how excited I now was.

In the dream-that-was-actually-real, the Devil had specified it worked on anyone. I supposed I was no exception. More testing, of course, was warranted. Being a horny freshman college student, I knew what I had to do.

"Grow a healthy, ten-inch cock."

Instantly, something was crowding the crotch of my pants, and I slipped off my shorts and underwear to reveal the titan - nearly twice as long and thick, and throbbing in my excitement.

I remembered the issues I had come across today with lack of stamina - no more would that happen. "Have the sexual stamina of a trained pornstar." I practically raced to the bathroom and grabbed some tissue paper, putting it out a few inches from the tip of my new dick. I focused and, sure enough, a small load splattered onto the paper immediately.

"Damn," I cursed under my breath. Of course, I wasn't done. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, staring bravely into my own eyes.

"Be able to live as long as you want while physically aging very gradually. Be three inches taller. Be able to fit into any of my old clothes."

With each command, I felt physical changes, and I felt very clean and nice.

"Be eternally healthy and immune to diseases, especially STDs. Be naturally strong and limber without stretching or exercising. Have no allergies."

The list of closed loopholes went on. Essentially, I was now an invincible, more handsome version of myself. I didn't do any huge physical changes - I didn't want to be a different person - but I still felt much more sexy. I realized that I didn't have to stop at changes that only affected myself. I sat myself back down at my desk, now butt naked.

"Finish all of my work for the day in 5 seconds," I told myself. Before I knew it, I had a near-omniscient understanding of every problem in my code, and I typed faster than I ever have before, turning out with a very functional website program. I emailed it to my boss - he'd hopefully be happy enough to give me a bonus. Not that I really needed money anymore...

Unable to help myself, I turned on some hypnosis porn (it seemed appropriate) and just kept ejaculating until my towel was more white than grey and I was sweaty with sex. I took a hot shower, ate some moderate dinner, and went to bed early - no need to stay up late. I was living the good life. My head filled with ideas for the days to come. I gave myself one final command for the day - "Sleep well."