Matt kept growing, taller and taller, until he remembered that he still had the wand. "I wish I'd stop growing!" he shouted just as he reached fourteen feet tall.
He suddenly did, and then a shower of sparks flew out of the wand, forming into a silvery woman with sparkling butterfly wings and a diaphonous gown suitable for the Oscars or the Golden Globes. She laughed gaily.
"Who are you?" asked Matt, the Giant.
"Me?" she echoed. "Oh, I'm Sylvanella the Wood Nymph and that's my wand. You've made your third wish, so it's now time for me to exact my price and collect my wand."
"Price?" Matt echoed.
The wood nymph rolled her eyes. "You must not have read the parchment. Oh well, there's always a price, though we don't extract it until the third wish--you get the first two free." She gestured and the wand disappeared from Matt's hand and reappeared in hers. She considered it and frowned. "And what messy wishes. You actually wished to be Paul DeSoto?"
"Um, yeah."
"Except you rather altered that when you wished to grow, since Paul DeSoto isn't supposed to be a giant, and then you altered that again when you wished to stop growing."
"Uh, I guess so..."
Sylvanella the wood nymph frowned. "You know, it makes it very hard to exact any price when someone has made such a botch of it on their own. But I think I know what I'll do. You won't be Paul DeSoto, but his nepphew, Marko, recently orphaned and now in his legal custody--that's the price for this wish." She waved her wand and Matt felt a wave of memories rush into his head as she waved her wand in front of his face. "Keep your original eye color. It's interesting. And you won't look exactly like him, just a very strong family resemblance. Especially since you're a bit larger." She glanced at Matt. "Quite a bit larger." She shook her wand, testingly. "You simply wished to be taller?"
"Uh, yeah?"
She paused, then grimaced. "Ah. You're a macrophile. That explains why the thing went into overdrive. Well, still keeping with the original wish, let's make this something a little more reasonable..."
She waved her wand and Marko felt himself shrinking until finally he could stand up, if not completely.
"There," said Sylvanella. "That's still outlandish, but not beyond belief. You're 8'7" dear. And as for the price..." She smiled impishly. "Oh, that should be an entertaining one. You're no longer a macrophile. You're just a giant."
She mused. "Now for that third wish. You wished to stop growing. Except I put you back to being a teenager, and I made the second wish stop like it should have anyway. So I think I'll give a good reason why the growth stopped--you've had a testosterone surge, dear, not altogether uncommon in young men with gland conditions."
Marko felt his crotch swell larger, along with his muscles, as body hair sprouted everywhere.
"Now as for the price," she continued. "I could make you straight, but that's even more clicheed than being gay, and with that body, it's not so much of a price. So I think I'll make it more interesting, especially since you're no longer a macrophile, I think instead you'll be a bisexual with satyriasis." She added sweetly, "That mean's you're continually horny, dear, and will go for anyone, regardless of sex."
Marko felt the surge of passion in his now rampant crotch and realized that Sylvanella the Wood Nymph was incredibly hot. "Want to have sex?" he asked.
"You wish," she said, then tittered. "Except, of course, you've already had your three wishes and you don't get anymore. The best you can do is get someone else to use their wishes on your behalf."
She put her wand into his huge hairy hand and kissed him on the cheek. "Have fun!" she giggled and disappeared into a cloud of sparkles as the giant horny Marko reached for her.