The potion shop

by Alpha Pup Templar

 A new potion shop has opened in the countryside of Marketh. Strangely, they don’t sell healing potions. Instead they sell transformation potions of every kind imaginable! So what happens when adventurers don’t read the directions?

Added: Jan 2023 Updated: 28 Jan 2023 3,366 words 5,688 views 4.8 stars (4 votes)

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It was a cool autumn evening, the crickets were chirping, the owls hooting. It was still air under the starry sky of the small town of Skinmek. It had been very boring there for some time, until the new town resident started building his shop just on the outskirts of town. His building was large and made of sturdy stone. He was building it himself, but not by hand. He was a powerful wizard who was using magic to not only shape but reinforce the walls and roofing of the store. Almost like he was expecting to get sieged. Nevertheless, the building was quite beautiful and picturesque. Almost like a Lord’s Mansion. Brilliant white marble Lined the outer walls, dark rich ebony wood trimmed the windows, and the roof was made of aged copper metal sheets, layered so that even the mightiest winds could not tear them off. The construction was almost complete, and soon the keeper of the shop, a man named Salkaza, Mage Ephemeral, would reveal his wares to the world.

Months went by and the doors were locked. The villagers wondered what was taking so long for the wizard to open his shop. “Surely it does not take this long to stock basic healing potions?” one villager said, trying to sneak a peek inside the store window. Another replied, “I heard is a level 30 wizard! One of those has not existed for an Epoch!” A third said still, “No way, I heard he was a divination wizard and his potions make you see the future!”

Nonetheless, they were all wrong. What Salkaza was brewing up were potions that permanently alter a person’s physiology. Transformation potions of 9th, 10th, and even 11th spell levels. The likes of which no mortal had ever seen or experienced.

Soon the day came and the doors to the shop opened up. The entire village rushed to the store to see what mysterious things Salkaza had made, but to their dismay; they only saw a variety of regular high level potions on the shelves, Potions of greater healing and restoration, Potions of Future Sight, and other high level spells. Furious, most of them stormed off. Not even a small shelf with everyday potions like minor healing or haste? What were the villagers to buy from Salkaza? Despite all this, one villager stayed behind to ask questions.

“Everyone was saying all sorts of wild things about you,” the villager hazarded. “Is it true you are an epic level wizard?”

“Yes, I am,” Salkaza replied.

Excited, the villager persisted, “If someone asked, could you provide the village with healing and cure disease potions?”

“Easily and in less than a day,” Salkaza said with boredom in his voice.

“Do you make permanent effect potions?” the villager fired off quickly to keep the conversation going.

“That is my specialty.” Interest had immediately returned to Salkaza’s voice. He was now sounding curious to see where this went.

“I have some gold saved up, What kind of potion can 5 gold get me that will change me?” said the villager meekly.

Salkaza looked at the villager, who maybe made a single gold piece in two years’ span. Then Salkaza smiled. “For my first customer, I will give you a fantastic potion of your choice for free, so that the world can know what I can do.”

“Here is my…..what?! For free?! Permanent effect potions are super hard to make! Are you sure?” the villager said in shock.

“Absolutely,” Salkaza said with a reaffirming smile. “What kind of transformation would you like? Just make sure to read directions before you drink it.”

“Ca…ca….can….” he was struggling to get his request out there because he didn’t want to seem greedy, but he paused a moment took a deep breath in and screamed out, “Can you make me a potion for perfect physical health till i die?!”

Salkaza had to wring his ears out with how piercing this shout was. “Yes, and I have that on hand. This potion has no special rules, but it only works if you drink it under a full moon. Which is tonight, by the way. Just don’t let anyone see you drink it. You will experience incredible changes very quickly once you drink it.”

The villager nodded his head, hid the potion in his coin purse. It was surprisingly small for something so powerful, but then again, size isn’t everything in the world of Marketh. The day came and went and when the moon had risen clearly above the world the villager snuck out to a clearing in the nearby woods.

“Finally, I won’t be sick all the time!” And he chugged the potion down. It tasted amazing. Like his favorite food. No better! It was the single greatest thing he ever tasted! And no sooner was the taste fading from his mouth, then the changes started.

His body became burning hot, but not painfully so, like being next to a cozy fire but it was for every cell in his body. Next he heard lots of cracking and popping noises as his joints decompressed and corrected themselves. He shot up 2 inches taller just from his spine straightening out! He was 5’11” before, but now he could stand tall at just over 6’1” now. But he didn’t stop getting taller. Soon he heard creaking as his legs, arms, and torso lengthened rapidly and noticeably. About an inch every 10 seconds or so. He stopped growing at 6’9” Just shy of going up a size category. This was amazing. Almost a foot taller in just a couple minutes! He really was becoming his best self!

Next came the dexterity. He started to lose balance at first but then he realized he was getting more flexible and agile. Soon he was doing back flips and punch fronts on solid soil! He was as nimble as the greatest of thieves. The one thought crossed his mind that ever man has at some point. Can I suck myself off? And sure enough he could! He bend over and suckled on his below-average dick. Maybe 4½ inches hard, but it was heaven all the same. He sucked and sucked and sucked till he came in his own mouth a mere minute later. He was so horny with all the changes he had not noticed the next phase was starting.

Lying on the ground in post-cum ecstasy, he felt his muscles flexing and relaxing on and off. Looking down there it was. Muscle. Clean, defined muscle! Nothing significant at first. When he was tested for strength he only scored a 5. But now, he looked like a normal person. Easily an 8 out of 10. But it kept going, and the flexing got harder and more intense as his muscle began to inflate more noticeably. First it was his core. His lower back powered up and we began to notice his posture was forcibly better. Feeling that area he felt powerful threads of muscle twitching and convulsing rapidly.

Next came the abs. Popping out like balloons inflating he soon had an 8 pack of hard, chiseled, cum guttered abbs, obliques, and more. They had to have been the peak of human condition or better. And instantly he was hard again, though now he could not bend over to suck himself off with how hard his body was flexing. Then his legs. This was the most powerful yet! Not only did the muscle become hyper defined, but they exploded outward. In a matter of 5 seconds his legs quadrupled in size and power to the size of tree trunks.

He came again all over himself as his cum splattered on his chest—which was starting to grow now too. His upper back pushed his shoulders forward violently as his entire upper back swelled out and around him causing him to lurch forward for a moment before being pulled right back up as his pecs inflated outward like beach balls. And soon his pecs were just as big. Lastly were his arms, which grew the same way as his legs, in one big explosive orgasmic burst! 24-inch biceps, massive shoulders, ferocious forearms!

The main growth stopped, and the villager looked at himself. He was easily a 25 in strength, dex, and con! Well above human condition!

Then the final act started. He felt all the burning in his body fade at first then concentrate in his cock and balls as they too began to grow. He bent himself over to suck his now expanding cock. 5½ inches before he got it into his mouth, his balls now twice the size of a grape. He suckled his dick and fondled his balls feeling them expand in his mouth and hands. 6½, 7½, 8½, 9½, his cock finally stopped growing at 10 inches long. And god, was it thick. It had to be as thick as his arm was before he drank the potion. His balls had stopped now too. The size of large apples they were and he could feel them churning and producing sweet, delicious cum.

Furiously groping and sucking himself as pre was gushing down his throat, he felt himself getting closer and closer. It was unimaginable. He was feeling more pleasure pre-orgasm than he had from every orgasm in his life before he drank this potion combined. He was gooned out, completely fixated on his god-like body and cock. Flexing and sucking. Fondling and groping himself.

Then it happened. He went screaming over the edge into infinite bliss. An orgasm so powerful it permanently reduced his int to 6. He didn’t care, he was perfect physically now. He was a god among men.

When he finally came to, Salkaza was standing over him with a collar and leash. “Someone got carried away with themselves. Look at the mess you made!” An sinister smile was brimming ear to ear.

“It was heaven. Thank you for this,” the villager said.

“Now to pay up! Minion, Here are the orders!” As soon as Salkaza said this the villager sat upright and stood at attention, unable to control himself. “First, wear this obedience collar.”

“Yes, Master,” the villager said involuntarily, placing the padded leather collar with numerous round rings on it around his neck. The moment it was secured he felt his mind go blank and nothing but thoughts of serving Salkaza flooded him; but he was not mad, they felt good.

“Your name is now, Minion Benjamin. You are in charge of guarding the shop. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master. Minion Benjamin obeys.”

“Wonderful. That will teach those city guards to refuse my offer of a lifetime of comfort in exchange for their blind obedience.” With that Salkaza began to laugh evilly, and took his new minion back to the shop to live in comfort as its new bodyguard.

It was a peaceful few weeks after the potion shop opened. Salkaza’s new minion was incredibly competent despite the int reduction from the transformation he underwent. His hulking body often spooked thieves into not even trying to take anything. One did try, and they were quickly reminded what 25 dexterity and constitution can do to someone. Even the local cleric could not fully restore their body. Nevertheless, the shop was making good money on its regular products.

Eventually though, a young adventurer no more than level 1 (dirt rank in the adventurers guild) came in. He carried a harp on his back, and was dressed as a bard. Yet his physical appearance and manner of speaking gave way that he had a very low charisma stat for a bard. 12 tops. His face was smothered with acne, and he was misshapen. One arm was noticeably shorter than the other, he was hunchbacked, and bow legged. Despite all this he was very commanding with his tone of voice. Points for confidence. “I need a potion to boost my charisma, and you will provide it for me. Price is no object!”

Salkaza was deeply insulted by the rudeness of the man before him. “I see why your charisma is low, with manners like that it’s a small wonder you are not mistaken for a troll.”

The man was furious at this. “Watch your tough wizard, I can still snare your mind. For I am the enchanting, Barigon, Bard Extraordinary, Master Of The Harp, Lord of the Mind, and King of Dance!” He began to cast suggestions.

Salkaza snapped his fingers and the magic building instantly faded. “I’m an epic level wizard. Your piss ant magic won’t ever go off near me. Now, I have a potion that will make you as charismatic as you want without you needing to change anything about your behavior.”

Barigon smiled. “I see you are finally becoming compliant to my whims. Ill take your strongest version of the potion.” With that, Barigon threw a sack filled with platinum pieces on the counter. There were easily 1000 pieces of platinum. Salkaza used identity to confirm their reality, and they were authentic!

“I warn you to read the direction very carefully, Barigon. If you don’t, horrific things can and will happen to you.” Salkaza left the room to the back and returned with a rather large bottle. It was around 50 mL. “Two drops a day will permanently increase your charisma stat by 1. Ten doses total per mL. 100 Doses in the Bottle. I don’t recommend more than 13 doses in a lifetime. But, the option is there.”

Benjamin, normally silent at all times, spoke up, “Take his word. Failure to understand these rules will result in irreversible horrors.”

“Good, Minion.” Salkaza waved his hand and immediately Benjamin’s eyes blanked out as he felt a wave of pleasure wash over him.

Barigon was not paying close attention except to the “permanent stat increase” part. He spoke hastily, saying, “Yes, yes. Now to Glory!!” and raced out of the shop.

Barigon then proceeded to town square where he popped open the bottle and drank all 100 doses all at once. Barigon even washed the bottle with some mead from his horn to get every last bit.

Within the minute Barigon felt the changes start to grip him. The first thing to change was that his arm became even. But the process was painful! Bystanders several meters away could hear the cracking and popping of his bone and ligaments as his body convulsed and pulsed with change. After about two minutes of agony, the changes paused for a moment and Barigon realized his arms were physically ideal to him, gorgeous, stunning, flawless, perfection. The Skin was softer than the softest displacer beast fur, and perfectly smooth, hairless, and unblemished by freckles anymore. Except for his pits which had thick dense hair so soft you would swear it was a feather down pillow. Curiously, Barigon took a sniff—it was not gross, it was cologne.

The changes quickly resumed as he was forced to stand perfectly upright, something he had never done in his life. He screamed loudly as his flesh writhed and twisted around his spine as his hump vanished and his posture was forcibly corrected. Same as before, everyone in the square could hear what was happening, and soon word got back to Salkaza.

The villager who had run to Salkaza spoke. “Someone, potion bottle, empty, loud mutation!”

Salkaza, with an egotistical smirk said back, “Yep, he drank all of it! Minion, we have work. Grab your gas mask!”

“Yes, Master!” Benjamin obediently complied.

Barigon was just finishing up with his back transformation, as he noticed the next change had already started. The whole of his body had become completely hairless except for his genitals and armpits, and the smell emanating from those areas was getting significantly stronger. He was ecstatic. Soon his skin was as smooth as on his arms, blemish and acne free! He had to be up to an 18 or even 20 charisma! But the changes were not stopping. His smell was starting to become much stronger much more quickly. He could see stink lines starting to radiate off of him. And It was at this moment he realized he was in trouble. The smell was completely irresistible to him as well as everyone in the square.

People were starting to swoon for him uncontrollably. He was also deeply attracted to himself in unnatural ways. And still the odor grew stronger. Now reaching out to a 15 meter radius, and clearly visible, Barigon was quickly finding it hard to think straight as people were zombie-walking with lust toward him in numbers he knew he could not control.

Salkaza and Benjamin were casually walking to the square making sure to take their time because it would be another 15-20 minutes before the potion completed its task, and Salkaza wanted Barigon to learn his lesson, if he could even think at that point.

Barigon soon realized that he was emanating several odors all at one that were affecting everyone. His own personal scent, Pheromones, and a substance that was said to make anyone instantly horny and stupefied. It had only been 12 minutes since he drank the potion and the radius of his odor was up to 24 meters. Barigon in his last moments of clarity realized it was expanding at a rate of 2 meters per minute and doubling in intensity with each minute. The gas cloud he was emitting had almost zero visibility around him, and he was lost in the high of his own emissions. All the villagers were drunk on him, grabbing and groping him endlessly. Even the animals in the market were trying to get to him. At the 20 minute mark the radius was 40 meters. From the center of the square to either end was 50 meters, and the potion would fully encompass that area by the end. The cloud was so potent and thick that everyone was orgasming without end, lost in drunken stupor of pheromones and mystical chemicals.

Salkaza and Benjamin finally arrived, and look to one another and nod. “Minion, clear the path.” No sooner had the words left Salkaza’s mouth did Benjamin begin to shove and push everyone off of Berigon. Unfortunately, one of the cattle benjamin removed, kicked the mask and cracked a filter. And soon Benjamin was getting a very small leak of the cocktail of smells. Reaching the completely gooned out Half Elf, Benjamin picks him up over the shoulder with ease, But Benjamin was quickly starting to goon out himself. “Master, the ma…mask…fa…fa…failing.” He was struggling to keep his body under control as he walked towards Salkaza.

Salkaza, waved his hands and a titanic tornado of wind began to blow away the smog from the square. “People are going to start coming to shortly. We must leave!” Salkaza said, placing a semi permeable barrier around Barigon. “I told the idiot to not drink the whole potion. His charisma is at divine levels. We will have to permanently quarantine him. Thankfully we can harvest his emissions to make other copies of the potion. I will just have to only sell a max of 10 doses from now on. The Elders are going to have my head for this fuck up.”

“Yes, Master. Shall I place him in the Demi Plain?” Benjamin said as his senses returned to him sharper than the most potent of post-nut clarity.

“Yes, Minion. You shall. He will make a useful resource generator.” With that, Salkaza departed for his shop with Benjamin, Barigon in tow.

 

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