Still partially blinded from the flash, Timothy rubbed his eyes with a free hand and set the chest down with the other. He took a minute to clear his head and looked down once more. "Okay, so that's not an illusion." He reaches with a hand and rubs across the fabric, only to feel his masculine parts directly beneath. He explored a little further, judging his balls to be softball sized now and his length now 4 times what it was before he discovered the chest.
"Okay ... uh, whoa there." He muttered to himself in a weak little voice while looking at his briefs, still quite unsure if this is all really happening. One minute he's his normal everyday self, then he finds an odd chest with a ring of keys and opens it. Now he's four times the male he was earlier. Suddenly he came to another realization. His growth had stopped. Did it stop because it was done, or did it stop because he had asked it to stop?
Many questions ran through his head before he decided to stop and experiment. Should he ask for more growth, or does the strange chest do that for him?
He takes a deep breath and begins to weigh his options. He chuckles at his bad pun and decides to ...