While the criminally sweaty and rank smelling emo trio walked to Dillon's house, they stopped in their tracks as the three cocky head jock bullies of their high school came around the corner.

"Gross! You three losers smell even worse than usual!" Troy, the school's head football star and son of the principal, insulted the three smirking emos.

The raunchy smelling teens looked at each other and smiled devilishly, not saying a word, Dillon snapped his fingers. And before their eyes Troy, Kyle, and Pete shrank instantly.

The three jocks couldn't understand what had happened at first, that is until they heard the booming thunderous laughter of the three emos they had been tormenting all their lives. Looking up, they were greeted by the sight of Dillon, Matt, and Justin smirking down at them. Their smell had been bad at normal size, but now it was bad enough to burn the hairs in your nose! "Oh...god!" Kyle doubled over from the awful smell radiating off of the three gigantic boys.

"Its too much! I'm gonna pass out!" Pete screamed in horror.

Troy was simply in shock, and couldn't move or speak, even as Dillon scooped them all up and deposited them in the pocket that didn't hold you.

"Hehe, three more slaves. Lets hurry up and get to my house!" Dillon and his two friends began to run, his house was in sight already.

***Once inside Dillon's Room***

The run had left the three boys even sweatier, and smellier than they already had been, if that was even possible. And they eagerly tore off their shirts, which didn't come off without a fight. "Man! We're so rank we're CRUSTY! Haha!" Matt laughed as he felt his shirt peeling off of his torso. Dillon and Justin shared this sentiment, and when their shirts finally came off, a wave of putrid man musk was released the likes of which the tiny boys on the dresser had never smelled before.

The three sexy emo boys sighed in relief together, lifting up their arms and showing off their hairy pits, which had bits of slimey fabric glued to the skin from their shirts. "Whew, I think we overdid it!" Justin joked as he smelled the air, and took a cautious whiff of his underarm.

"Nah, you won't think that when we're getting worshiped like gods by these twerps!" Dillon said.