Zinger had created a monster. Torp was a stud and he knew it. He dominated the campus. He easily topped all the gay guys, and the straight guys too seemed to fall for his charms easily. The once studly Chris became a lapdog, offering his ass whenever Torp deigned to take it.
Sure, Zinger was attracted to Torp--the magic beer dictated that. But at the same time he couldn't forget the old Torp, the one who everyone had loved. Most of all him. After a few weeks of brooding, Zinger came up with a way to get the old Torp back. But it would cost him so much--everything.
Zinger approached the keg for the final time. He knew this was a big risk he was taking but it was the only way to put things right. He'd realized what the magic beer did--it took your fantasies about yourself and made them true for other people. So when he'd made Torp a jock, he'd basically turned him into an extreme sexed up version of himself. When he'd made him a sk8r, he realized he must have that fantasy too, deep down inside of himself.
He began pumping, both the keg and eventually his cock.
"Zinger is a total sk8r gay bottom boy slut... Zinger is a total sk8r gay bottom boy slut... Zinger's a totally awesome sk8r and really smart so he makes a good frat prez but he's also completely addicted to sex and being dominated by hot cocks... he loves muscle and jocks and craves the biggest muscle jock of them all, the king... everyone who meets Zinger falls in love with him and he is completely irresistible... he is the object of all fantasies, the ultimate sex object and he knows it... he's really cocky and arrogant because even though he's a sophomore he is frat prez... Zinger has always been the hottest bottom sk8r ever and he was never anything else but that!"
With that he came into the glass, instantly forgetting everything. After reorienting himself, he grabbed the glass and retreated to his room, mindful that he was possibly going to change everything, unaware of the final clause he'd made in his transformation...