The guy looked Gregg up and down with a raised eyebrow as he attempted to tug his jeans back up. "I'm looking", he grinned, "A Kodac moment to be sure."
"Just make me big, you asshole!" Gregg nearly squealed, the insult sounding more amusing than offensive. The guy gave a small smile and shrugged his shoulders - Gregg saw his badge said "Rick".
"I may have just the smoothie." Rick said after a moment of thinking. "That'll be a quarter..."
"You what?!" Gregg squeaked indignantly, but he yanked the quarter from his jeans and thrust it up at the table. "Take it, you dick, and get me my drink!"
"Of course." Rick replied cooly, retreating to prepare the drink behind the scenes. Gregg hoisted himself onto the same stool he had perched on only hours ago, frowning melodramatically at the smoothie shop which was empty apart from himself and this Rick character, who had better be sorting his smoothie out. Gregg's thoughts strayed to Amy, and he recalled what she wanted to do to him, but his body didn't even respond beyond a mild interest which didn't effect his pants at all.
After several moments of impatient waiting, Rick returned with a silvery-grey concoction which Gregg hoped wasn't mouldy. But if the shit worked, he didn't care if it had Rick's jizz in it. He felt stupid using the straw provided, but to be honest the damn thing looked bigger than he remembered and he wasn't about to risk dropping it... and having to fork out 25 cents. The smoothie tasted like oranges, blueberries, aftershave and mint. Although it made him want to gag, Gregg downed the lot without spilling a single drop.
"Thanks..." He began, but then he remembered who had made him shrink in the first place. "Wait a second, make me another one of them! And make sure it works!"
"Are you sure?" Asked Rick neutrally, bt Gregg;s intent gaze was the only answer he received. It was enough; he was gone, and he returned with the drink in an identical glass. Gregg left another quarter and downed the lot, feeling slightly bloated but otherwise impatient for his magnificent body to return. With a slight nod - he had to be at least a little grateful - Gregg left, driving home uneasily in case anyone saw him, 12 years old, in his fancy ride.
Luckily nobody saw, and he returned to his apartment unscathed. It was hard to tell, but he thought he was less scrawny than before - pulling up his shirt, he saw thin hairs forming below his belly button. He was getting older, it seemed. "Nice" He grinned, his voice cracking slightly. He'd hated puberty the first time, but this time it wasn't so bad... seeing as it wasn't going to last as long by far.
He had an answerphone message... grimacing, he knew who it was from before even hearing Amy's voice, an angry yowl far from her sultry whispers of less than an hour ago. "You son of a bitch, bailing on me because you're having one of your "fat" days... you'd better make no other plans for tomorrow, you're doing overtime in my office!" The sharp click of Amy hanging up left Gregg momentarily relieved... then glad as he reilised his body had responded to the idea of pounding Amy like a drum. "Sorted" He grinned, his cocky smirk almost like it was before. The clothes fit much better now, but Gregg took them off and walked the house naked, getting used to being almost his original size. He hadn't realised how much he had missed it, how it had been a part of him.
Feeling pretty good about himself - and wanting Amy - he gave his boss a call, leaving a message for her to arrive as soon as she could... she knew the place, it wasn't as if they hadn't done it in every room, and so on. Then he lay and looked at the seiling, as if some sort of star hung there watching him.