No more outcast for him. No, he was going to be beloved. Beloved? Yeah, they were going to love him. But not the guys. Fuck them. Their jealous, impotent rage for just being related to the hottest girls on campus. Their fragile masculine pride will be shattered. WHAT IF WHENEVER A GUY IS MEAN TO ME THEIR DICK PERMANENTLY SHRINKS? After the flash Max continued typing. WHAT IF THE LONGER A GIRL IS AROUND ME THE MORE IN LOVE WITH ME SHE BECOMES? That takes care of both genders Max cackled to himself. A bunch of tiny dicks for the dicks and a bunch of throbbing hearts for the bitches. That was simple shit however. Max had more in mind. WHAT IF MY DICK WAS A FOOT LONG WHEN ERECT AND COULD EASILY MAKE ANY WOMAN CUM? A bit of vanity wouldn’t hurt.
Max pulled down his shorts to examine his new cock, but was disappointed by its unchanged size. Could the machine not change him? only things around him? That was lame. He had so many ideas on how to make himself a sex god that made women cum by just looking at them. He’d have a whole harem of sex drunk sluts who worshipped his cock. The thought really was nice, so nice in fact that he was getting hard thinking about it. That’s when he discovered the machine had worked. Now attached to his pelvis was a foot long, pulsing rod of meat. Thinking about it, he realized he specified erect in his question. He’d have to be careful about future entries. It looked like the machine took things by the letter and not the spirit.