Worried that moving could cause some sort of accident, you lie still, paralyzed by fear. Your body continues to grow at a rapid pace. Your once-baggy jeans cling for dear life to your legs, but finally give up the fight against your expanding frame. Next to go are your socks, which fall to the ground as little more than torn rags. Finally, your boxers, stretched to little more than a strip of cloth, snaps it's spandex band and flops to the ground.
Now naked, you continue to expand, the ceiling now looming closer as the laser adjusts itself to keep out of your way. The surgical table shudders under the weight of your body, before collapsing. Still the laser continues to cause your body to enlarge.
Eventually, just as you think you will hit the ceiling, the computer announces, "WARNING: SUBJECT AS ACHIEVED MAXIMUM MASS TOLERANCE. DISCONTINUING EXPERIMENT." The beam shuts down.
The once spacious warehouse is now so cramped, you barely have enough room to sit up. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice one of the readouts that you massive body didn't crush. Squinting, you manage to read, "Final height: 82 ft. 0 in."
You lift up your head, and look at your massive body. You barely recognize the humongous bulk. You're not able to sit up, but you can roll over and crawl around a bit. What do you do?
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