She aims the gun at her father’s back and...she miscalculated and the ray comes out the other side of the gun, hitting herself fully in the chest. “Oh shit!” For a total of three seconds a bright green electrostatic ray makes contact with Amanda’s body. Then she falls to the ground.

Bob, her father, hears a loud thump and turns to see what happened. Through his watery eyes he sees his daughter laying on the floor, not moving. He rushed over to her, noticing the ray gun in her hands, getting the wrong conclusions.

“Oh my god, Amanda! Sweety, what have you done to yourself!? Stacy!! Come over here, something is wrong with Amanda..!”

Stacy, Amanda’s mother, comes rushing in the room. When she spots Amanda in Bob’s arms, her eyes start to water. “My baby! What happened?”

“I don’t know, I found this strange gun in her hands...I hope she hasn’t...sniff...k-killed herself?” Bob barely gets out of his mouth.

Then Amanda’s eyes slowly open. “Wh-where am I? What happened?”

“Baby!! How do you feel? Please, be carefull!” Bob helps sit his daughter up straight. She blinks several times and concludes: “I’m feeling...fine, actually. Energetic!”

She decides to stand up again, still a bit woozy from the blast. “I’m starving! I’m having stomach cramps...” she says as she feels her stomach. Wait a minute...what is she feeling now? Under her shirt? Not the usual belly?

She lifts up a tip of her shirt to take a look. What she finds blows her, and her parents, mind; a perfect row of abs.

“Wow honey, I didn’t know you worked out?” her mother tells her.

“I-I don’t...I mean, I haven't...oh my god, it must have worked!” she suddenly remembers. She starts running her hands over the rest of her body. “I can feel it now! The power is building..” Her parents look at each other questionable.

Next Amanda lifts up the sleeve of her shirt and flexes her arm. A biceps much bigger than her father’s rised up from the skin. “Wow! This is fantastic! I can’t believe I wanted to give this away...!” Amanda tried to get her fingers around the muscle ball, but couldn’t. It was a firm 15.5 inches.

Her mother looked at her daughter with joy. She still thought it were the results of hard work in the gym, something she could happily admire. Her father on the other hand, looked a bit concerned; his daughter had bigger arms than him!

“Honey, can you explain what is going on here?” Bob asked.

“Oh let her enjoy her body, she’s proud of it!” Stacy interrupted her husband. “Can I have a feel as well?”

“Sure mom!” she said as she flexed her arm towards her mother. Just then, her a seam in the back of her shirt ripped. Both Amanda and Stacy laughed.

“Wow, solid as a rock! It feels almost harder than Robert’s muscles!” Next her mother began investigating the firmness of her daughter’s abs. “Jesus! I’m proud of you Amanda! You need to tell me your secret!”

“What, don’t tell me you like all of this? Big muscles on women?” Bob said.

“What’s wrong with big muscles? And why do it always have to be guys with big muscles?” Amanda said as she adjusted her shirt that became tighter by the minute.

“Well, I don’t know. It’s just ugly on women...you don’t want to look like a guy, do you?”

“Does this look like a guy to you!” Amanda said as she flexed both her arms forward, hitting a most muscular, ripping open the back of her shirt. “Oops!” she grinned. “I guess I’m not gonna be needing this then” and with one motion she ripped of the entire shirt, exposing her full upper body to her parents. It looked incredible! Her breasts had grown two cupsizes as well, in perfect proportion with her muscles, having trouble to stay in her bra and she still had the feminine hourglass figure, only filled with ripped muscles.

“Wow Amanda, I really think you look incredible!” her mother said. For her father it was all too much. He walked away muttering “What is it with this family and muscles?”

“I can’t wait to show Robert, he’ll be surprised. Do you think I’m stronger than him, mom?”

“Well I don’t know, you certainly look strong enough.”

“Not good enough! I want to take full revenge on him, did you now he made dad cry just now? And that black eye, haven’t you seen it, he caused it! He should pay for that!”

“Black eye? On your father? I’m sorry, I haven’t noticed it. I was paying attention to you...” her mother lied.

“Here, I’ll let you in on my secret. It’s not from working out that I’ve grown this body...it’s this device. It let’s anyone you aim it at, grow muscles. Just adjust the dials here and fire away. Could you do me a favour and zap me one more time...?” She handed over the gun.

Unknown to Amanda, Stacy got intrigued by the story of the gun and adjusted the dials. She then...