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I really enjoyed “Workplace Accident”. My vote goes towards writing a continuation, or maybe fleshing it out into a proper story. That is, if you don't mind.

>the pump finally wears off after a few hours
>still dozens of times larger than normal
>paramedics are able to get you out of the hallway and on to a reinforced stretcher
>they're careful to strap you down in every damn way they can
>legs, hands, arms, feet, head, neck, abdomen, all tied down with the strongest woven hybrid fabric on the market
>even just flinching because of the bumpy ride sends clearly visible, rippled flexing through your body
>they get you to the hospital
>you feel an itch in your nose
>someone notices your nose twitching
>"HIT THE DECK"
>the sneeze hits you like a freight train
>your abs go from a relaxed fist-sized, to brick, to cinderblock in a fraction of a second
>the rest of your core bulges and swells, bursting out of the restraints
>your pecs and shoulders tear your arms out of the restraints reflexively
>you can even feel your diaphragm strengthening inside you
>the gurney can barely take the added mass and bends out of shape
>your upper body has essentially freed itself from the restraints
>"Any more coming?" someone asks beneath you
>you shake your head
>realizing they still can't see you for your immense traps and delts, you sniffle and respond in the negative
>they hopelessly try to fit you in a normal room
>they roll you to the elevator section
>too dense for all of them, even the freight elevator's weight alarm buzzes when they try to select a floor
>they wheel you to an unused corridor
>your swollen upper body still free from confinement, you set up
>the change in weight distribution finally does in the poor gurney under your colossal ass
>now alone, you decide to do some play flexing
>starting with your arms, you pull a classic bicep pose
>your delts, already impossibly large, flex and grow to lift your rising peaks
>you see veins pop on your arm the more you squeeze, trying as hard as they can to supply the muscle with the nutrients it needs to continue its expansion
>first they appear pencil-thick, then thumb-thick, growing all the way to rival garden hoses in diameter
>your biceps have gone from basketball-esque to tire-like in only a few seconds
>your triceps, holding the job of opposing your biceps during a flex, also partake, easily surpassing your leg's former size
>the tension keeps rising as the muscles blow up
>you decide to really push it
>tensing your whole body, you feel ever muscle from calf to trap billow, but none as much as your arms
>your triceps hit the ground first
>you look down at yourself, realizing that you've gotten carried away
>after half an hour more, a doctor finds you and, despite his nurse's best efforts, fails to deliver the most potent antihyperactive, as it would require injection in to the diamond-hard muscle
>after a few crumpled syringes of increasing size, he decides to give you the closes thing he can manage: an oral hyperactivity suppressor
>"This won't stop the growth. I mean, Jesus, just look at you. It should, however, slow it down. If you're physically inactive, it'll keep you from getting unmanageable, but if you were to go to a gym and really push yourself, you'd just as soon be back in the shape we found you in, if not worse off. After a few days, you really should come back and get the injection, which would keep you from getting out of hand, provided you keep the injections up."
>you nod
>"There's one more caveat you should be aware of: anything that significantly spikes testosterone can push the orals past their inversion point."
>"Inversion point?"
>"These are still new medications, with a few kinks that haven't been worked out yet. This one you're getting a prescription for is Artimoxizone. Its peculiar function is that, up to a point, it will hinder advanced muscle growth. After the point, it encourages it, in a big way. To put it simply, if you thought that sneeze was a big deal, you should see someone who's been, er... sexually active. Even the barely-measurable twitches your body does to stay in place would likely cause growth of some degree."
>you nod again
>"It looks like you're fairly mobile as-is, so give the Artimoxizone about ten minutes to take effect, and then head down this hall."
>he gestures to the shorter of the halls you can see
>"Talk to the nurse at the desk about a ride home in a 10C ambulance, rather than the standard size you came in."
>you wait, you ask, and you ride home
>by that point, you can actually fit yourself in your home without property damage
>some parts of you have retained more size than others
>most notably, your previously-average package has is still absurdly, but not inconveniently large
>you feel your cantaloupe-sized balls churning
>they've been aching for release
>you start to get hard
>you easily tear off the exceptionally large gown they provided you at the hospital
>your hand grips your monstrous shaft and start to stroke
>the doctors words about the medicine haunt you, but you can barely control yourself
>with exception willpower, you manage to pry your hands off your cock
>those few moments were a taste the most powerful euphoria you've ever felt
>you don't know how much longer you could possibly hold out
>but damn it if you're not going to try

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