Timothy glanced out the window, nervously. The morning crew would be here within the hour ... there was no way he could hide this from them! It didn't matter if he was a size-queen or not, he'd not only have to endure the stares and jokes from his workers all day, but this could seriously hamper his ability to work...!
Seeing no one outside yet, Timothy made a decision. Quickly, he stripped off his underpants, letting his mammoth sex fall free. His eyes stared and he couldn't help but be riveted to the sight before his eyes. He'd never been too large of a man before, but to see a huge, thick penis hanging heavily down about three-quarters of the way to his knees ... well ... that was impressive!
He shook his head and extended his fingertips to touch it, feeling himself shiver in barely-concealed pride and lust at what he felt. He was so virile ... so masculine ... so ... so ... HUGE! His ballsac was even enormous, each testicle looking like it was the size of a Little League softball, about five inches in diameter!
He *had* to fix this...!
"Ok, shrink!" he said. "Smaller!"
Nothing happened. "Ok," he thought, "I guess it doesn't just go until I tell it to stop. Or does it?" Aloud, he said, "Bigger..."
Nothing again.
Phew. That was a relief.
Picking up the Chest, he examined it more closely. Of *course* the male-symbol would do this; if the Chest were really magical, as it appeared... Still, how could he reverse it?
He ran his finger around the gemstone and prodded at it, careful not to push it again. Curiously, it seemed to give a little as he pulled. Pulling again, he found that the gemstone was attached to a long, bronze rod that stuck into the front of the Chest. As he pulled it, he found that the gemstone could pivot ...swivel around... and then be replaced...
That might do it!