The liquid inside this bottle was powerful, real powerful. Saul had seen it first hand, and even though he knew he was unable to shape the world like wet clay anymore, he somehow knew the bottle still had a hold of him, like an addict coming down from a high.
Surely it was too dangerous to take another drink so soon, but he desired to see those erotic changes yet again, right now. If he couldn't control though, he needed someone who could. He thought about the first sip he took, reminiscing like a damned alcoholic, remembering how instant and apparently permanent the changes happened. Cristiana was this intelligent, wholesome, Catholic woman who was fun but obviously feared a reputation of being too easy. Now though, she was a high school cheerleader, whose confidence was used to not to climb the corporate ladder, but to declare her unabated nymphomania and inability to stop putting the nearest phallic object inside of her.
Despite all these changes though, Saul remained unchanged. Well a demon inhabited his body, but his body stayed the same. Despite probably everyone at this school desiring him to probably be an eight-foot juggernaut of sex, remained just your average Viet-Canadian trying to make it in the world. Thankfully the bottle gave everyone a fetish for that apparently.
Since there were consequences for drinking more than one sip a day, he assumed the elixir remained in his body after it wore off. This probably meant he still had immunity from the drinks effects, right? If he found the perfect subject, he could still enjoy all the pleasure of this hyper-sexual roller coaster. Of course, he didn't know anyone that well at this school. Cristiana was a completely different person in this reality, she even had a totally different family environment, probably worshiping the cock rather than the Cross!
He thought deeper about the people he met today, now-biology teacher Roberta with her big horny Italian family, the classmates of Cristiana, they were... creative, the Star Wars nerds who wanted to see how big his light-saber was, the literally Satanic Goth sisters, and even Larry, who he totally wasn't gay for!
Realizing that none of these farcical characters were a perfect choice. Saul made the bold and hard decision to just give the bottle to the first person he saw, as if he had immunity from the drinks effects, what was the worst thing which could happen? Certainly no interesting hijinks which would cause readers to keep reading the story of his life right?
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