So, who knew this random, skinny bartender would catch the eye of a lustful alchemist? In an effort to get the young, handsome, but skinny man's attention, the Alchemist intentionally spilled his drink all over the bar so the cutie would be forced to come over and clean up. That was the Alchemist's chance to pour a mysterious concoction on the back of the bartender's hand. He immediately felt woozy and stepped into the back for a few minutes. The Alchemist was initially worried he had somehow poisoned the young man, but those concerns were quickly extinguished once he came back out. And it was obvious the changes were happening in the way he had intended.
Sean was the name on his uniform's tag, a white button shirt with black pants, suspenders, and bow tie. Now though, it was obvious the intended changes were taking place as Sean had gone into the back and, for some reason, came back out in nothing but his Calvins. It definitely showed off the model physique that was an impressive bulk-up from his previously waifish body. Completely ripped, he could've been blown up on a billboard on Times Square and have been the main attraction there. Little did they both know, the alchemist had done a miscalculation.
Sean suddenly felt that same sensation that washed over him while he was in the bathroom and knew what was coming next. He shot up another foot in height and gained at least fifty pounds more muscle in the span of a few seconds. In addition it looked like the Alchemist's also was affecting the contents of Sean's Calvins, making them distend and bulge. Once again though, he shot up in height and gained another hundred pounds of pure beef, his body fat percentage never exceeding seven. Thankfully he stopped gaining height before he hit the ceiling. The ceiling of the hotel bar, so the Alchemist's guessed...ten feet tall? Still though, Sean gradually, albeit slowly now, packed on more beef. The bulge in his crotch suddenly dropped lower as well, only highlighted by the young muscle man's now stern expression.