I am your doctor and I tell you that you have a rare growth-stopping virus. I tell you it's already late to reverse the process but I can gain a few centimeters with very expensive pills but you can’t afford them because being so short you can't find a job. So I come closer to take your measurements for the last time and while I do it you inevitably put my big boobs in your face, I try to remain professional but I want to laugh so bad. I pretend to console you but I don't even know what to say because short guys are such losers. I can't take it anymore and I tell you things like they are. (I bully and humiliate you telling you how inferior and beta you are etc) and in the meantime I undress and remain in my bra to tease you a bit. I realize that by insulting you you have gotten hard. I remember that I brought with me some high heels that I will use to go dancing tonight and I put them on to make you feel even more insignificant. I start to get bored. I show you the pill you need and wave it high above your head where you can't reach. I propose you a bet: I will do a countdown and if you manage not to cum I will give you the antidote, if you fail I will swallow it. I put the pill in my mouth and start counting. You desperately try to resist but I take off my bra and start patting me on the head. You can't resist.