Scott sighs heavily, "Fucking lazy ass, you're the one who planned this, why isn't the food already IN here, you dumb shit?" He shook his head, nonetheless smiling as he headed into the kitchen.
And none too soon. Brad looked over to Chris to see the changes already beginning, "You feeling alright Chris?" He asked, barely able to contain his smirk.
Chris frowned, "Uh... somethin's wrong man... I feel kinda... queeeeessssyyyy" He swayed in his seat and suddenly seemed to deflate as if he were a balloon that had it's neck opened, shrinking into his clothing.
Brad chuckled, exactly as planned. He reached into the Chris' shorts and fished his confused, now six inch, former buddy out of the puddled cargos.
Just in time too, as Scott came back into the room bearing chips and salsa.
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