Life had sucked out loud for Timothy for quite some time. His old man rejecting him, his drop-out status, his life as a garbage-picker: all of it had left him feeling somewhat impotent. But now, NOW he felt more powerful than he had ever felt in his entire life. At approximately sixteen feet tall, the ravaged husk of his ramshackle abode was barely containing his overgrown body. Tim quickly realized that he was in no hurry to lose this incredible psychological orgasm. He didn't really care if he stayed this way forever.
The new giant gingerly picked up the magic box between thumb and forefinger. He gazed absentmindedly at the chest. It was so tiny! Timothy was growing curious as to how small and puny his employees were going to seem to him now that he was almost three times their size.
It was then that Tim remembered the sideways arrows.
The behemoth scrutinized the container, which was now smaller in scale than a ring box. He had to bring it very close to one eye, keeping the other closed, in order to confirm which sequence of key and jewel to follow. Timothy had a hunch that where the button with the upwards arrow had increased his height, the one with the sideways arrows would do a similar number on his girth. It took him some time to manipulate the tiny apparati, but finally his enlarged, clumsy fingers successfully turned the key and depressed the intended inlaid stone.
This time when the chest opened, Tim made out two ledges inside, where none had existed before. Each ledge had a divot the size of a normal man's thumb. Obviously this was the trigger. But Tim had a problem. His fingers were simply too large. He could only fit one finger inside the box at a time. Timothy weighed his options. He could try pressing just one--would it even work? Or maybe he should bag the idea of getting wider altogether?