Just as you'd finished modifying the herbs Bopkin was carrying home so that whatever potion he brewed with them would instantly transform the imbiber into a staggeringly gorgeous wood nymph with an uncontrollable libido, you heard a rather bellowing laugh and the sounds of cloth tearing from the common room. Taking a peak, you saw that somehow the changes you'd set in motion had finished early somehow, and at that, gone a fair bit further than you'd intended. You took a quick glance at the chronoviac which now listed your tallest roomate as simply an orc woman named Eldrakha, and rushing out to the common room, there she was tearing a strip from the bottom of her robes to fashion into a makeshift belt around a set of hips much wider than you'd specified, with breasts bigger than her head looking prone to spilling out.
You frankly stammer a bit trying what to say. You really hadn't expected that pompous windbag to become such a knockout, or want to be seen in public. She looked you up and down as you struggled for a good pickup line, and cut you off mid-sentence with a breathy "stand aside puny human, I'm looking for some REAL men tonight," and with a single hand sent you reeling across the floor as she made for the door. As she flung it open, she nearly smacked Bopkin in the face, and stepped right by him as she set out, presumably in search of well-hung orcs.
"Struck out with a date this early in the evening, did ya!" Bopkin taunted, as he made his way to a cauldron and dumped in the day's haul of reagents. You began to protest, but technically it WAS true, and saved you any sort of explanation of who that really was sashaying her way down the street. Whatever, he'd get his soon enough.
Heading back to your chambers and your various orbs, you resumed scrying on Eldrakha. For a brief moment, the thought did strike you that you could simply turn yourself into a big musclebound orc, chase after her, throw her up against a wall, and really go to town, but that would be a bit impulsive... and besides if you accidentally turned Eldrain into THAT, Bopkin was bound to turn out even hotter. And did you want to let a potential piece of tail like that go to waste on that bookworm Dwezzo? You decided to just watch the orc's night on the town as sort of a primer for what you'd get your hands on once Bopkin finished brewing.
It really didn't take long for things to get good, either. Eldrakha simply marched into the first tavern she saw, found a couple orcish mercenaries arm wrestling, and just sort of threw herself at them, saying "I claim the winner... AND the loser." They picked up on the innuendo no problem, and all three made their way to a room on the second floor, stripping as soon as the door was shut.
Shortly thereafter, you were scrying with just the one hand. Eldrakha really filled out nicely... you still were a bit confused. Did she (it was nearly impossibly as you saw her without her robe to remember her as anything but) throw on some enchantments of her own to speed things up? Was she going to fill out even more as the rest of your time-delayed curses activated in the next few days, or did they just get cashed in early? And wow, were orcs able to unhinge their jaws or something? That thing really didn't look like it would fit down her throat but... sure enough, she was deep throating the one orc while the other took her from behind... and there was really something about the sound of all those grunts.
Frankly, you completely lost track of time. Those orcs had quite a lot of stamina, and you weren't paying attention to the wafting scent of potion, the gathering of bottles, or the front door opening and closing again. Only after the orcish threesome collapsed in a heap to recover their stamina did you realize how long you'd been watching and think to check on Bopkin.
However, all you found was a mostly empty cauldron, ladle dangling from the side, and an eerily quiet room. Your first thought was that Dwezzle had swiped your nymph out from under you, but as you burst into his chambers, he was just sitting there reading as always.
"Might want to try knocking. Also if you're going to use the scrying orb for that, maybe have the courtesy to put a ward of silence on your door. The grunts were really quite distracting."
"Sorry, I will... but have you seen Bopkin? I thought he was brewing up some sort of potion for himself."
"Hmm? No no, those were potions of strength for the city guard. Apparently the owlbears are riled up something awful and they're sending out patrols to thin the numbers."
That... made an unfortunate amount of sense. So not only was Bopkin not drinking that potion personally, you apparently just sabotaged the whole city watch, and took some of the tougher mercenaries out, on a particularly dangerous night. And even if you were unleashing a few dozen horny nymphs as a side effect, they'd be off in the woods. Just a bunch of lumberjacks and rangers getting all that action!
Realizing just how badly you'd screwed things up, you confessed your potion sabotage to Bopkin.
He slowly put down his book with a sigh. "See, this is why we have owlbears. We could have just had owls eating mice and bears eating berries, but no, some impulsive idiot like you wanted to see what happened if he mixed those together."