The moon rises, and you feel all the blood rushing from your head. Your pants seem uncomfortably tight. You
hear the sounds of ripping fabric. Your seams have split. Not just yours, but everyone who drank from that
bottle. You buttocks swell huge. You fall backwards and land on your now enormous bottom. Your sister turns
around and moons you with her bare bottom.
"I knew we shouldn't have drunk from that bottle!" you whine.