Ralph had let himself in. Amanda had supposed to have met today for a study session, but hadn't shown up or even called. He'd seen this crazy girl with a toy gun run in.. and followed her to the front door. He'd considered knocking, but then he heard the screams upstairs and some loud noises.

Ralph himself was a bit of a geek. 17 years old, 5,8 and 150 pounds. He supposed he was big enough to venture into physical activities, but he'd never really been interested, prefering to spend most of his time studying and reading spec fiction.

They'd always been friends, though their relationship had focused more on scholastic persuits over the past few years - they'd moved from being close friends to friends bordering on acquitenences.

He knew where the spare key was - he'd just planned on coming in and dropping off some notes, but now he was genuinely considered. Amanda had been his friend for years - though she ways always obsessing about her apperance and physical fitness since she'd hit puberty. She'd been skinny since she was about 14 - he'd sworn her chest had SHRUNK after the 8th grade - though he'd never had the guts to say it.

He slammed the door open, knocking Beth to the side out of sight - and completely out cold - he didn't even see her.

Which is why he didn't recognise the volumptuous and TALL woman infront of him. Amanda looked entirely different - even her facial features and hair were more feminine and attractive - and her body... Ralph couldn't help but take it in. When he recognised the features on her face and placed them as Amanda, he let out a "What the fuc-" and then he saw the vapid and lifeless look in her eyes, and he felt a burst of anger - clearly her mind had snapped somehow. "Amanda?"

After a few unsucessful attempts to get Amanda to respond to anything - and several attempts to look away from her chest, he noticed the guns and walked over. "Uh.. Amanda? What are those toys.. did those do?"

She still didn't respond. He couldn't get the guns out of her hands - her fingers were far too strong. After a while, he pushed in on the muscles till they relaxed their grip, and he gently massaged them till her hand relaxed and gave up the gun. Amanda smiled briefly.

He quickly tried to step away, but when he did, he felt a sudden pain as an impossibly strong arm grabbed his hand, he winced as she pulled his hand to the center of her chest. He wondered again if he was dreaming as Amanda used her free hand to massage Ralph's arm - only it was a serious pain when she dug her fingers into his bony arms.

He tried to shut out the pain as he looked over the gun - it had labels of muscle drain and height drain on, with little dials with height, weight, and bio-e. He studied it carefully with his free hand as Amanda worked over his arm, wincing as she dug in with way more then comfortable force -and was brusing the hell out of his arm.

His arm about ready to fall off, he fired both drains at Amanda, who didn't seem to notice - she shrunk about 2 feet, but it didn't seem to do much to her muscle tone - only reduced the density.

"Shit.. uh.. Amanda, I dont' suppose your smart enough now to let go? Please?" called Ralph as Amanda continued to massage his arm, already brusing and starting to really sting - she'd gotten weaker, but not nearly by enough - and his arm was really really hurting. He turned the dial around, prayed it didn't make him stupid, and fired, suprised at the feeling of power as he transformed into a very muscular 6,1. His buttoned shirt snapped, and he felt pain as his belted pants felt incredibly tight against his body - his pecs expanded and his arms went from skinny to muscular in a few seconds.

Amanda continued obliviously, though her kneeding of his arm became far less painful, until his chest expanded into her, her gigantic breasts against his chest, and he felt the areolae engorge against him. Amanda gasped for a moment, and then began rubbing up against him. Ralph's pants split at the crotch, and he felt his hormones raging as Amanda tackled him to the ground - she was still stronger then him, with nearly a foot of height.

Robert desperately reached for the other gun as Amanda began to tear off his trousers and wrestled him to the ground, his will rapidly failing, he saw the "inteligence" setting of the gun, spun the dial to give, and held the gun at her. She tackled him again, holding his arms to the floor, but he held onto the gun with his off hand and angled the gun awkwardly at Amanda as she began to position herself upon him..