Clay lifts the vile high enough that Scotty's desperate little lunges can't reach it, and the cocky jock smirks down at theweaker boy. "Oh, you want this, faggot?"
"Yes!!" Scotty urges, starting to sweat.
"What? This one? Right here?" Clay plays dumb, looking confused as he holds the solution over Scotty's head.
"Yes!! Just give it to me, Clay!!"
"Say 'pretty please.'"
Scotty faulters, then remembers you and his commitment to helping you return to natural size. He sighs, gritting his teeth. "Please.. I mean, pretty please, Clay."
"Aww, good faggot." The jock says, as if training a dog, and all his buddies chuckle. "Now say: 'I love you, Clay'.. Go on, faggot. You know it's true."
Scotty's cheeks turn red, at first with anger, then with humiliation as he says in the calmest voice he can muster: "I.. I love you, Clay." At this, the crowd of jocks in the corner break into an uproar of laughter. Scotty cringes.
"Now say: 'I want your cock, Clay.'" Clayton says, to new peels of laughter.
Scotty erupts. "Just GIVE it to me, asshole!!"
Clay shakes his finger sternly in Scotty's face. "If you can't learn to respect your superiors, you'll never have what you want." he says, splashing the solution out over his shoulder. Scotty's eyes bulge in shock and frusteration, while Clay continues to look down at him smugly.
That's when another voice pipes up. "..Hey! What the..??" Clay turns around to discover he has thrown the solution right into the face of some-one who was trying to squeeze past him. But now, spitting out what's left of the serum, that person doesn't have to squeeze past anyone. The jocks and Scotty watch, horrified, as the recipient of the solution starts to grow taller, and taller, and taller..