While everyone had been so busy watching the contest between Bob's strength and Robert's growth, Stacy had been standing just outside the room, watching the whole thing happen. Seeing her husband revel in his strength, than her son lording his own told her one sure thing - if anyone in this house was going to have the kind of body that put them in charge here, it was going to be her.

It had been easy to pick up the gun from where it fell. The dials weren't particularly clear about what any given setting meant, but she was pretty confident higher numbers meant bigger - and so with the gun set to +10 height and +10 muscle she turned and fired it at herself, even as she said - her voice shaking with the ecstasy of her transformation "Oh really?" to her sons declaration of his superiority. Her mind though was truly only on one thing at the moment - not dropping the gun, because after her transformation was over, she still knew she had to be in charge of the gun.

By the time her family had turned to see who had spoken, the diminutive 5'1" Stacy was no more - she had already passed 6 feet of height and her clothing, pulling far too tight across her body - had started to tear at the seams, and then just shred across her whole body. Amanda watched in awe and envy as she discovered second hand the side effects of the gun on the female body. Her mother, moments before a dowdy, slightly overweight 40 year old woman was not only packing on muscle, but feminine charms to spare. Her stomach, tight and as firm as the brick wall that her abs brought to mind, was the slender center point in a magnificent and still enhancing hourglass figure.

When Stacy crossed 7 feet - her legs, impossibly long just to account for her incredible height, occupied a greater percentage of her overall height and could leave a man broken in front of them with desire just as easily as they could leave a man (heck, a cinder block) broken between them with sheer power.

Robert finally got the presence of mind to take the gun away from his mother, but that proved a futile effort. He put his hands around the gun and tried to yank it free - putting both arms into it, and then his whole body weight. Stacy would have been laughing at his feeble efforts if it weren't for the fact that her eyes were closed in the ongoing bliss of her transformation, and without her eyes open to see his efforts she wasn't even aware he was trying, so much had her strength surpassed his by this time. It was when he put his feet against her for leverage that she finally opened her eyes to see that her son was now hanging from her outstretched arms with no effort on her part at all. She could also see that were she in the door frame, her near 9 foot stature would have slammed against it some time ago - no doubt to it's detriment rather than her own.

Robert's eyes were closed with the exertion of trying to force the gun from his mothers hands and so they could not drink in the newly forged goddess - forged being the best word Amanda could think of, as a material as hard as she thought Stacy's body now was would be very difficult to sculpt. Bob and Amanda on the other hand were free to look upon not only her unbelievable strength, casually countering Robert's efforts, but also the intoxicating sexuality that had come with it.

Stacy smiled slyly and seductively - causing her husband's massive hard on to twitch as, for the first time he could remember, he came at the sight of her. She wasn't done yet...