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?
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.