"Well, Don, you're just in time!" boomed Paul's voice as he picked up tiny Matt.
"In time for what?"
"Still got crabs?"
Don blushed and looked flustered, "Yeah, I hate having to shave my crotch but it's the only way."
"Was the only way, until now," Paul said waving the wand over Matt in the palm of his hand. "I wish Matt stayed a half inch tall, but had muscles like Tarzan so he can swing around Don's pubic hair catching and eating all his lice, crabs and whatever other shit he's got down there."
Instantly, Matt beefed up. He was a super hunk. He regretted not having wished himself into a muscle stud when he had the chance. Now at a half inch tall, no one would really appreciate him. His stomach grumbled. He had the oddest craving.
"Open your waistband, Don, you got incoming!" Paul chuckled emptying his palm into the two inch opening Don stretched between his briefs and his abs. Matt tumbled into the dark thatch, and using his new found muscles caught hold of a pubic hair and started swinging through the hair forest. A white ball whizzed by, he reached out and grabbed it. The white six legged bug was about the size of a plum to Matt, and he shoved it into his mouth and started chewing. The crunchy taste was somewhat reminiscent of chicken. It was a regular jungle inside the dark crotch, and Matt knew he would be lord of this jungle. He beat his chest and went hunting for crabs and lice and whatever else might be lurking in Don's dark thatch.