Clothes hanging off of him in tattered shreds, Timothy did the only thing that seemed to
have worked previously, and hit the down button the second time. He waited for a bit.
Beads of sweat appeared along his massive brow. His workers were gathering outside. He
didn't have time for this! He pressed the button, once, twice, and three times. Still nothing!
Frustrated, he faced the prospect of going through life as a sixteen-foot tall freak of a man
when suddenly he noticed the floor slowly coming closer to him. The table was no longer
so far away! He exhaled in relief as the room began to take on a more reasonable
proportion. What remained of his clothes were becoming less cramped and tight-feeling.
However, as he began to drift back down to his normal size with no sign of slowing down,
relief began to turn to panic. He raced to the box, but found the rate of his descent
accelerating with each step. In less than fifteen seconds he'd dropped far below his normal
height to below the table. What were once tight-fitting scraps of clothing were heavy
clothes that draped over him in a cumbersome fashion. They soon slid off him easily as he
drifted down to a height of less than two feet!
He stood naked and cowering as his surroundings continued to grow taller and further
away. The whole of the room loomed before him taking on an increasingly expansive
quality. He watched the floorboards literally shift beneath his feet. What were once
innocuous specks in the paneling suddenly became glaringly obvious spots and speckles
and patterns.
And he was still getting smaller. He walked over to his discarded pants, and then began
running as the distance only continued to elongate beneath his shrinking legs. He finally
felt his body quit shrinking by the time he reached the crotch of his old jeans. He looked
up and realized with horror that he was no larger than the button he'd once used to clasp
those same jeans together.
A knock sounded on the door.