With shaking hands, he grabs a few more vials from the box, eyes scanning the labels until they found their prize. He dropped the full vial of muscle+ into the coffee, watching the orange liquid marbled the surface, before falling beneath the brown. It was followed by half of the red height+ vial, with a touch of proportional growth. Then, his hand brushed against a familiar, golden vial.
Chris stared at the goddess serum in wonder, realising that it had refilled itself as if by magic. He trembled as he poured it in all in, replacing it in the case and watching as the liquid replenished before pouring it in a second time. When he put it back, however, he bumped a different vial.
In slow motion, he watched it roll and pour half its blood-red contents into the cup. Before any more could spill, Chris grabbed it, reading the label. 'Aggression'. He sucked in a breath, but the damage had already been done. Haphazardly, he sprinkled in the vials marked 'love' and 'affection' for good measure.
"Chris?" His mother's lilting voice drifted through the doorway. Before he could add anything else, he found himself pulled to her side, and presented the large, swirling cup of coffee to her. The tan goddess smiled down at him, golden eyes gleaming as she raised the mug to her lips. Chris couldn't help but shiver how small the massive mug looked in her hands. He bowed his head, stepping back and watching as his 6'8 mother, gulped the entire concoction down.
"Mm," she sighed happily. "That was delicious."
There was a pause of silence, like the calm before the storm, and then Dehlia's flat, toned stomach gave a mighty rumble.