Max left the house quietly and travelled across town to his friend Kent's house. He found the fellow jock and football star sitting in his perpetually absent parent's living room. The smell of weed hung heavy in the air as he played some racing game online.
"Hey, Max man!" Kent grinned. "You wanna kick it with me? Take a hit, man!"
Max eyed the half burned roach and chuckled at all the rolling papers and weed on the coffee table.
"We should get the girls over, bro." Max smirked. He wanted to start shrinking people. This was the perfect set up.
"Oh yeah, like Lindsay and the crew?" Kent laughed and shifted on the couch, stoned out of his mind. "Yeah, shit, I could go for some good pussy."
"Uh, yeah." Max nodded, sitting on the couch and kicking back. Now how would he do this? He dropped his bag at the side of the couch and considered. He could spike the weed, couldn't he? Just dampen it with reducing potion and roll it. They wouldn't be any wiser. "Hey, I'm gonna roll up, yeah?"
"Aw, yeah! Give it hell, Maxy." Kent pointed eagerly. "I've got more from my own stash."
That settled it. Kent was totally out of it as Max drew out the "permanant" shrinking potion and started rolling joints. He added a few drops to the weed before he finished the blunts and soon had a pile of wonderful shrink inducing pot. Satisfied, he quickly put everything back in his bag and handed one of the spiked joints to Kent.
"Hey, man, light us up. I'm gonna text the gals."
"For sure, bro!" Kent grinned, pulling out his lighter and sparking up while Max eagerly took drags. As Max sent away three or four texts, he watched with growing excitement as Kent took a long puff and visibly shrank a little smaller. Not much, not even an inch, but he was definitely smaller.
"Shit, this stuff is goooood." Kent laughed, taking another long drag and exhaling, shrinking down again in a cloud of smoke. Max realized the splash of blunt smoke was making him tingle each time too. He looked down at himself, checked his clothes, and realized even just the contact was shrinking him a little. Not as much as Kent, who was now a couple inches down from his usual 5'6", but he'd have to be careful with all the smoke that was about to fill the living room. He didn't want to lose control.
Just in case, he reached over into his bag and grabbed the antidote, slipping it into his pocket as his phone began to buzz.
The girls were on their way.