Paul realized he was a foot shorter than he had been just a few minutes before. He was standing in his kitchen with his sons eating dinner in the next room. His clothes didn't fit. As per the neighbor kid's wish, he was powerfully aroused by his size change.
Snap out of it! He told himself. His cock didn't go down an inch, but he felt like he had a better hold of himself. He knew he could grow back by having an orgasm, and even though he had just cum right before dinner and was no longer a young man capable of instant recharge, he felt sure he could rub another one out in order to return to normal.
But not in the kitchen!
I have to get upstairs to my room, he thought, but the only way up there was past his sons, and what if they noticed that he was now just under five feet tall instead of just under six?
And what then? Should he contact Matt and ask him to remove the wish? Not that he wasn't powerfully enjoying the physical sensation, but he couldn't go through life having this sort of reaction whenever he heard a particular word!
Well, he told himself, I'd better do SOMETHING. Get moving!