"Sorry Steve, but I've got to go!" Paul said, jumping in his car and almost catching Steve in the door when he closed it hastily. Paul jerked his seat as far forward as it would go, and realized the extent of his dimunition as he backed out of his parking space. He couldn't be more than five feet tall by now, and from the look that Steve gave him as he was backing out, his friend had definitely noticed!
As he rushed home, he squeezed his pud, it having shrunk much faster than the rest of his body. Already it was less than 1/3 what it had been this morning when he had overpowered his shrinking neighbor. What was left of his balls were pulled up close against his body, lost in his hair.
Arriving home, he ran up the stairs with the wand in his fist and threw the door to his bedroom open. Matt and Jim had been working all day, but with only 6 inches of height, they had only finished making the bed and removing the dirty laundry. They were starting to dust, and as Paul burst into the room, he interrupted Jim in mid-cough.
"What's happening to me?" Paul cried out. He had thought he'd act more composed, but realizing that he was still 10 times bigger than his maids, he felt no need to act cool in front of them.
"What are you talking about?" Jim asked calmly.
Paul fixed Jim with a big eye and said, "I think you know what I'm talking about! I'm shrinking, and look!" he let go of his waistband, allowing his pants and underwear to fall easily off his undersized frame, and exposing his tiny genitalia.
"Well," Jim said slowly. "Take a look at the wand for yourself."
Paul turned the wand over in his hand, finally finding the writing. "Pay a price!" he exclaimed. Angrilly, he turned back to Jim. "You tricked me!"
Jim sighed. "I did nothing of the sort," he replied without protesting. "You are the one who took the wand, and besides everyone pays a different price. There was no way to know that yours would be so, um," Jim thought about saying "appropriate" but realized that would only enrage his giant captor further. Instead he finished his sentence: "private."
Paul huffed, knowing that Jim was right. And while he wanted to wring Jim's little toy neck all the same, he knew that Jim was his only chance of getting out of this situation too. "So, what do I do now?" Paul said.
"You probably know by now that you can't wish your own price away... wouldn't be much of a price if you could!" Jim paused for dramatic effect, "But I can."
Paul smiled. Could it be this easy? He said, "Of course you can! And since you're bound to do anything I say, no matter what it is --" Paul extended the wand towards Jim, but Jim interrupted him.
"Oh, that's no good. You see, it's the same as wishing for it yourself if you use the power of your wishes to force me." Jim answered, not reaching for the wand as it was offered. Now it was time to turn the screws. Jim continued, "It has to be of my own free will, or I think you'd better get used to your cock and balls playing a much SMALLER role in your life."