"Jim, what a surprise," said Paul.
"Hi, Paul, can I come in?" Paul stepped aside, allowing Jim into the house. "Sorry, I didn't know you had guests."
"Oh, this is just Steve. Say hi to Jim Laird, Steve."
"Hi."
"Steve, you know Jim's son Matt. Very well, I think." Steve blushed at this.
Jim barely acknowledged this. "Paul, you seem a little different tonight. That's what I wanted to talk to you about, really."
"Uh huh. Jim suck Steve's dick, please."
Jim's eyes widened as he found himself crossing the room to the construction hunk sitting on the couch. Steve, who was not remotely interested in full-sized men but unable to stand up (as he'd been told to sit) began to squirm in an effort to get away.
"Steve, sit there and enjoy it."
Steve did, and when Jim's hands found his zipper, the cock under it was rock hard. Cowering upstairs, almost back to his normal size, Matt found he'd begun to shrink again.
"Paul, you've got to stop this. The wand is very dangerous," he began, but a moment later, his mouth was too full to talk.
Paul surveyed this scene with joy. He'd been slightly worried to find that Jim knew about the wand, but his neighbor was obviously powerless to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to do. He wasn't so thrilled with the idea of man-to-man sex, but it would put Jim in his place while at the same time making his troublemaking son shrink further. Ironic justice!