The mesmerizing voice of Andre Hess did not "control" people. He could not make them do anything they didn't already have at least a small desire to do in the first place. What Mr. Hess could do was similar to what beer can do. Mr. Hess reduced the crowd's inhibitions. He also reduced all desires to protest or leave. Those that would have caused a disturbance after seeing Brom turned into a body suit, instead simply sat there and told themselves that it was just an illusion: a magic trick. They didn't even care that Brom was naked. The drunker they were, the easier they were for Mr. Hess to play with.
Everyone played musical chairs. They weren't thinking about the prize for the winner. They just played for fun. Albert won.
"Albert is the winner of the body suit."
"No thanks, I've got enough muscles as is. I don't need more."
"Really? But you have to have a prize. It's no good to win and not get a prize. Is there something else you want?"
"Well, I've never had a pet. Here in the dorm, pets aren't allowed. I would love a pet if it was possible."
Mr. Hess looked around the room. He had an ability to see inside people's heads and know their secret thoughts. "Ah, I have a solution for you." Mr. Hess walked over and yanked Scott up from the crowd. Scott seemed to disappear leaving his clothes behind in a pile. Mr. Hess put his hands behind his back. "Okay Albert, hold out your arms and I'll give you a pet."
Albert held out his arms and soon held a squirming Scott. Scott had brown shaggy hair and an athletic build since he was a decathlete but now he was only 39 inches tall (100 centimeters).
"I don't want to be a pet. I've got competition tomorrow."
Mr. Hess pet Scott's shaggy hair. "Yes, puppy wants to go to the park tomorrow to run and play. Now you can control his size whenever you want. Say puppy and he will be this size. Say weasel and he will be smaller or say mouse and he will be smaller still. Try it."
"Weasel" Scott shrank to twelve inches (30 centimeters). "That's cute but I prefer puppy" Scott grew back to 39 inches. "I hope he's housebroken."
"He is at least house broken. I wouldn't make a mistake like that. However, you may want to train him to your own personal preferences. I think you want him to play fetch for you."
"Good idea, Scott, fetch me a beer."
"Get your own damn beer."
Albert gave Scott three swift swats on his tiny ass. Scott jumped up and ran to fetch a beer yelping the whole way.
Mr Hess said, "You can also return him to normal size by saying human. Then everyone will think he's just your roommate and no one will know he's your pet."
"But he isn't my roommate."
"I'm sure you'll train him to sleep at your feet soon."
Scott came back and handed a beer to Albert. "There, now will you return me to normal?"
Albert gave Scott three more swats on his tiny ass. "Quit your yapping." Scott heeled and sat quietly on the floor at Albert's feet.
"mouse" Scott shrank to four inches (10 centimeters). Albert picked him up and placed him on his right leg.
Julie, Albert's girlfriend came over and sat next to Albert. "Oooh, he's cute. May I hold him?"
"Sure"
Julie lifted Scott up on one palm and Scott sat there on his knees. Julie pet Scott.