All the models ready to be molded into new shapes were randomly given out. A young man named Hank got Clay. Hank pondered what to make Clay into. After all, the possibilities were endless. Unfortunately for Clay, Hank was rather petty and he thought that Clay was too muscled and chiseled. Indeed, much too gifted by Mother Nature. It wasn't fair. Hank was rather dissatisfied with his own appearance and here was an opportunity for him to get a revenge, even upon an innocent person. So he deeply thought about what to turn Clay into. Others around him were either reflecting upon their own choices, like him, or already setting to work. Some were changing their models into animals or other human beings. One was even setting enormous blobs of clay upon the chest of his male model, obviously endowing his model with two enormous boobs. The man was going to wake up with an impressive rack. Hank hoped he'd be there to see his face. The man doing that had an awful grin and a leer in his eyes that clearly showed he was a sex maniac. Too bad he was not the one on the slab of the table... That guy was obviously immature and incredibly childishly idiotic... But Hank had his own model to shape anew. And then an idea struck him. One that held promise. He was going to humiliate this jock by rejuvenating him! He was going to mold him into a toddler so he'd be small, weak and utterly dependent on someone else. He'd be chubby with folds of baby fat and incapable of interesting any girl! Not for sex, anyway. He'd be so frustrated! No, not a toddler, a baby! Yes, that was the perfect idea! He could even add more humiliation! Oh, yes, this was going to be great!