Steven was going through a tough time. He'd moved to a new town to go to college, and being a bit dorky and awkward, just wasn't fitting in. To make matters worse, he didn't have a great scholarship, and was having to make ends meet working at this dumb curio shop as a night guard. It wasn't helping his social life.
To make matters worse, he'd ended up drinking alone, sipping out of a hip flask while leaning on the edge of the counter, stewing in his own resentment. He was 6' tall, and a little pudgy, developing a bit of a belly from the unhealthy food he'd been eating at college. He was unkempt, a wispy beard on his chin, glasses perched on a greasy nose. "No friends... no one likes me..." he slurred to himself, swaying from side to side a little. "They like erryone else... maybe I should... hic!" He sat up with his hiccup. "Be someone else..."
His gaze moved to the MILF Co brewer. The owner had cautioned him about this, how it made people into milfy women, and not to drink from it on his break. But why shouldn't he! People loved milfs!
Stumbling over to it, he set his flask down, and peered at the knobs and dials. Of course, he could pick so much stuff to do! Hell, he could just stuff random shit in the filter and see what he came out as. A hot milf! That'd people would like! What could go wrong?
But what to set it to...