Becka had waited patiently. Just remaining silent as she looked for her opportunity to get her hands on the gun. She almost laughed when Amanda and Sharon placed the gun on the end of the bed, moved over to the computer and completely ignored her. Becka always saw those two as a couple of tools. Always doing what they were told. Trying hard to be popular. She tired of Sharon telling her to listen to their parents, to listen to the teachers. What did she know anyway? Amanda at least didn’t lecture her and wasn’t mean, but she was still a conformist.

How could those two sit there like that with what the gun must obviously be capable of? Sneaking out of the room was easier than she thought it would be. Those two were so self absorbed when they were together. At least this time it worked out for the best.

Reaching the basement was fortuitous for two reasons. First of all, thanks to Sharon’s detective work it was out of Amanda’s range, so this growth would all be for her. And second, it would give her a chance to get back at Robert.

He was the worst kind of moron in school. He was a big, dumb jock. So full of himself it made her sick. She told him so just last week. He had to show off for his friends and shove her in a locker. Robert thought that was so funny. Being a freshman was bad enough, being one who was a little behind the genetic curve was another. At 4 feet 11 inches tall, thin and underdeveloped she was teased early on, but her biting retorts usually pushed those idiots away. And just like most days Becka’s outfit matched her attitude. Dressed in black, she was sporting a black t-shirt with a flaming skull, a black skirt, and black boots. Her long hair was died black and she had on plenty of mascara, black lipstick and black painted fingernails. Her whole persona screamed Fuck Off.

But now it would be different. Now she had the power to change everything. And the best thing was she got to start with Robert.

As the energy of the gun pored into her, Becka reveled in the changes occurring to her body. She could feel her muscles grow bigger. She could feel her strength dramatically increase. And she could see Robert peering at her.

Adding muscles across her body stretched her normally loose clothing tight. Her thin, flat chest plowed forward with rock hard breasts and thick pectorals, looking like someone had put a pair of balloons under her shirt and was slowly inflating them. Her boots began to groan as her calves pushed out. Becka looked down when she heard the boots pull tight and marveled at how big her thighs were swelling. As her chest began to obscure her view, she turned her head to look at her exposed abs that were pushing out blocks of steel hard muscles. She hummed at the fact that her abs remained narrow but the rest of her body was adding inches of bulging, rippling muscles. Her shoulders pushed up hard, stressing the shirt along the collar, her arms bulged and stressed her sleeves. And her flaming skull was becoming distorted against her widening back and those bullet proof boobs.

Releasing the gun and setting it down on a table, Becka turned toward the couch where Robert had done a poor job of hiding.

“Hello Robert. How are YOU doing back there?”

Robert went white. Amanda and Sharon had indicated they were mad at him for his past behavior, but still felt sorry for him. Becka was different. He had REALLY pissed her off. This was not a good place to be. Swallowing, he cleared his throat, but his response was still weak.

“Uh, not so good. Um, how have you been?”

Becka let loose a cynical laugh. “What do you think dick head?”

She pulled her arms up and flexed her biceps, tearing the sleeves on her shirt up to her shoulders as her biceps expanded up into twin mounds of rippling muscle, as big, if not bigger than anything Robert had been able to sport. “I’d say I’m doing much better now that I’ve added all of this muscle.”

Becka released her flex and took a step toward the now cowering Robert. “And I feel much better now that I’m out of that locker you sanctimonious ass!”

Robert let out a nervous squeak and backed away from the couch. Becka grinned at him wickedly.

“Cry out for help and I’ll crush your skull!”

Robert froze. He was weak, he was thin, and he was trapped. He eyed the stairs, thinking about making a break for it, but figured she would easily catch him.

Becka reached the couch and bent down, bringing her arm underneath the center. Robert saw her seemingly disappear, then he saw the couch rise as Becka stood up. This was a sleeper couch and was pretty heavy. Unfortunately for him, Becka no longer thought so. Before he could figure out just how strong this made her, the couch whipped around and crashed into his thin body, sending him sprawling along the ground and thumping into the wall. Robert grunted in pain. Becka placed the couch back down and looked at her handiwork.

“Awe, did that hurt?”

Marching over toward him, Becka reached down to the stunned Robert and gripped his shirt with her small hand. She stood up and brought her arm up, pulling Robert up off the floor until his feet dangled above the ground.

“Shit! You’re so light it’s not even funny! I could break you so easily now.”

Pulling her other arm back, she balled her hand into a fist and flexed her arm, causing muscles to cascade from her forearms to her shoulders. Robert closed his eyes and winced hard, figuring Becka would knock his head off. But when he heard Becka snickering instead he opened his eyes.

“But that would be too easy now, wouldn’t it? I have a better idea. You’re going to help me get bigger. How does that sound?”

Still in her grip and feeling weaker by the moment, Robert dropped his head. When he didn’t respond, Becka shook him violently, rattling his thin body.

“I SAID, how does that sound?”

Robert was breathing hard and his pulse raced. “Um, good, fine, sure.”

Becka grinned and set Robert back down, and he slumped against the wall, barely able to stand. Becka walked over to the table and handed Robert the gun. She backed away a few steps in order to give Robert a good view.

“Alright asshole, pull the trigger and watch the small girl you liked to torment turn into the biggest, strongest girl in the whole fucking school!”

With no hope of escape and not wanting to see what Becka would do if he didn’t comply, Robert squeezed the trigger.