Walking out of Amanda’s room with the gun, Amy headed over to her room and put the gun in her workout bag. She looked around.

“Well it doesn’t look like I have anything that will fit over all these muscles and these big, bad she-breasts. But I’ll bet Dad has something that I could use.”

Grabbing her cell phone, she text Jeff. She already knew he would be heading over to work out today. He had invited her along, since he enjoyed the attention, but she had made some excuse not to. Amy was tired of cheering him on and feeding his ego every time he lifted a big weight. Smiling, she wondered what his reaction would be now that she could likely out-lift him. He responded his approval and she closed the phone. Perfect.

Turning into their parents room, Amy grabbed one of her father’s large shirts. Looking it over, she ripped off the sleeves and pulled it over her head. Pulling down, the shirt barely covered her huge assets, exposing the bottom of her rock hard breasts and her abs of steel. Smiling she walked back into her room, slipped on a set of thongs and picked up the bag. Walking back toward Amanda’s room she looked inside to see Amanda still on her bed.

“I’m heading over to gym to meet Jeff. And I’ve got the gun. Tell Mom and Dad not to wait up.”

Amanda nodded weakly and Amy strode out the door confidently. As she climbed into her car, she grumbled about having to adjust the seats a bit. It was bad enough that her height made driving cramped, but now her added muscles made things worse.

“Well, this is all just temporary now. I’ll just have to get a bigger car. Or maybe I can grow powerful enough to run where I need to go.”

Driving to the gym, Amy strutted in. Her height, good looks and fit body always turned heads before. Now jaws were dropping open. Winking at the stunned desk girl, Amy leaned over, flexing her triceps into huge horseshoes that caused the girl to gasp.

“Hi Wendy. Seen Jeff?”

Wendy, nearly white with shock, pointed toward the heavy lifting free weight room. Good. There wouldn’t be too many men in there and likely no women. Especially in the middle of the day during summer. Peaking her head into the room she found she was right. Just Jeff and one other guy were in there. They were working out separately, but she knew that they would spot each other when necessary.

As she neared, Amy hid behind a rack of weights.

“Hi Jeff.”

Jeff looked up from the bench. He was curling 50 pound weights and placed the weights down to the mat. “Amy. I thought you had other plans. I’m glad you’re here though. I could use a little motivation.”

Amy smiled sweetly and moved from behind the weights. Jeff sat there stunned. Amy was covered in insanely huge, mind-blowingly cut muscles that curved feminely around her frame. She had the same beautiful face and thick, flowing blonde hair, but it was now perched atop a brick powerhouse of bodybuilder sized muscles. Hell, she looked bigger than him! But instead of the blocky look he sported, her muscles looked like they were chiseled from marble. Her legs were long and thick and detailed. Her abs sported more muscles than Jeff even knew existed. Her back tapered dramatically up from her thin mid-section and her breasts seemed to pointing straight at him. Her long, muscular arms hung to the sides, curving around her small joints like some Olympian athlete’s dream. Her shoulders were wide and her traps stuck up just enough to be seen. Amy looked like an Amazon warrior. The queen of the Amazon warriors.

Jeff stood up and looked at Amy, who was waiting for a response. Recovering from his initial shock, Jeff shook his head and looked her in the eyes.