Now realizing the gun was not only safe but extraordinary Amanda decided it was time to try it out on herself. Finally she would possess the body of her dreams, leaving her scrawny and weak body behind as a bad memory.

Amanda picked up the gun and examined the settings. The muscle dial was set to 20% power while the height was set to 10%. “Wow,” she said out loud to herself, “only 20 percent turned mom into a world class bodybuilder. I could really turn into a monster if I wanted.”

Amanda thought long and hard about what settings to use. She wanted to be big, bigger than her mom for sure. She was a little worried about becoming a total freak, though. She turned the dial up to 50%. Her thinking was that would put her safely on the larger male bodybuilder side of the spectrum. Then, deciding that she could always shrink back a little if needed she cranked the muscle growth up to 65%.

“If I’m going to be big, I might as well be the biggest.” she said. Looking now at the height dial she turned it up to 15%. She wasn’t interested in being too tall, but she did want to stand taller than her mother’s new height of 5’ 7”.

She took a deep breath, aimed the gun at her own stomach, and fired.

The blue beam hit her and she was frozen in place. The world through her eyes took on a blue tinge, and she watched as her body began expanding. Since she was unable to move her chest was the only thing she was able to see clearly, but what she saw made her giddy beyond anything in her whole life. She watched as her chest surged forward, filling her pectorals with meat and her breasts with supple tissue. Before long all she could see was the shelf of her pecs sitting a foot beyond her chin and the hints of her massive bosom perhaps another foot beyond that. Then she saw the walls ahead of her begin to move downward as new height was added to her body. She reveled in the feeling of pure power for a few more seconds while her growth came to a close followed by the same blue shock-wave that blasted out from her body and circled the globe fixing everything so that, as far as the world was concerned, Amanda had always had the body of a goddess.

Amanda found herself able to move once more. Slowly flexing the stiffness out of he limbs she turned toward her closet which was covered with a mirror over the entire door. What she saw astounded her. She now stood a full 5’ 10” and weighed, she guessed, well over the 300 pound mark. She was wearing a pair of white cotton panties with red trim and a white tank top. Her hair, recently a sort of dirty brown, was now strawberry blond and tied back in a pony tail. She looked her new body up and down and couldn’t believe her eyes. Her feet were a little larger than before, but not by a whole lot, which caused an interesting disproportion effect. Her slim ankles gave way to enormous calf muscles that hung way out to the sides and to the back as if she had glued giant canned hams to the backs of her legs. Her knees, like her ankles, were small, but her thighs then exploded out in all directions. Her legs were huge, defined and incredibly powerful. Amanda flexed her quadriceps and watched as they bulged larger than any she had ever seen in her life. She guessed that when flexed her new thighs were larger around than her chest used to be. Even standing relaxed her beefy legs pressed into each other. She figured that walking was going to be a bit more difficult, but she decided that was a problem she was happy to have. Moving upward Amanda watched as her wide hips sucked inward to a narrow waist that was dotted with numerous abdominal muscles. Her six pack was deeply etched into the front of her stomach while tiny obliques lined the sides. Running her fingers through the groves of these muscles felt to Amanda like running her hands over a cobblestone road. Her upper torso swelled out in all directions as her chest and back worked together in impressive symphony to create mass never before seen on a human. Her mighty chest was swollen with sinew and was capped with basketball sized breasts that looked like they were ready to snap out of Amanda’s shirt, the low neck of which revealed cleavage so deep one could get lost inside it. Her shoulders looked as though they had extra large cannon balls just beneath the surface of her skin. Amanda guessed the were now about as wide as the doorway to her room. She then raised her arms and flexed her biceps. The muscles that sprouted forth were bigger than Amanda ever dreamed she could possess. When she opened her clenched fist she could caress the peak of her biceps with her fingers.

Amanda decided that she needed to know just how big her arms really were. She rushed to her desk and, sifting through the drawers, found her measuring tape. It was not easy, but she managed to wrap the tape around her arm and, flexing, measure the circumference.

“34 inches.” She said out loud with wonder. She had the biggest guns in the world. No, she had the biggest muscles in the world.

She laughed and hugged herself. Then her eyes scanned the room noticing numerous changes. Her bed was much larger and took up a great deal of floor space in her small room. On the floor near her window was a small rack holding huge dumbbells that looked to weigh 400 pounds or so. On the wall above her desk was a framed newspaper with a picture of herself sitting on a weight bench flexing her giant arm. The headline read “14 Year Old Wonder Child Breaks Bench Press World Record.” Glancing through the article she saw that she, at 14, had bench pressed 1220 pounds, shattering the current record of 1075 pounds. The article went on to give a brief history of Amanda’s life. Apparently she had grown up with a condition that had rendered her muscle bound from birth. Her body was genetically predisposed to build muscle at a rate never before seen. There was also a brief section that told of a number of protesters, some who felt she had abused growth drugs for the duration of her life, and others who felt that her condition gave her an unfair advantage. Guinness officiated the record stating that “those who have the record for being the tallest in the world are so because of a genetic advantage, why should the strongest necessarily be any different?”

Amanda then saw a stack of bodybuilder magazines on the desk before her. The top one was an issue of Flex that had a picture of her on the cover doing a one armed curl with an enormous dumbbell. Her skin was beaded with sweat, her veins appeared ready to burst through her skin and her biceps was pumped beyond belief. Her face was frozen in a mighty grunt as though she had been straining to pound out just one more tough repetition as the photo was taken. The headline read “Amanda Newman The 17 Year Old Behemoth Rocks Our World.” Giddy with excitement Amanda looked at the next magazine. This was an issue of Muscular Development which featured Amanda posing on the cover in a jungle scene. She was wearing torn leopard skin clothes with her arm wrapped around a muscle-bound, but much smaller man. This headline said “Move Over Tarzan, The Queen of the Jungle Has Arrived.” She flipped quickly through the last few issues, which all had her as the cover girl. She stopped at the last one, which also appeared to be the oldest. This one had a rather young looking Amanda standing in front of a small group of male bodybuilders. The men all towered over her, the shortest one by a full head, however her musculature was about equal in mass to each of them. Judging by the date on this one she figured it had come out when she was 12 years old.

Her head swimming with her new celebrity she examined the rest of her room. On her bookshelf were a number of photos of her with her friends and family. In each of them she dwarfed whoever she was standing near. One photo in particular caught her eye. In it she was alone, kneeling in the shallow surf at the beach. Her emerald green bikini strained to contain her titanic bosom, much less conceal it. Her skin was slick with ocean water, and the sunlight glinted off her as though she were covered with thousands of tiny diamonds. Her hands were running across her tight stomach, one seductively reaching up toward her breast. Her facial expression was sensual and looking at it blew Amanda away; she never knew that she had it in her to look so sexy.

Another picture near it showed Amanda with her group of friends. She was relieved to see that her friends had not changed with her new life. The girls she liked most were not a part of the “popular crowd” but they were important to her just the same. This picture showed them at some formal event, perhaps a school dance. It was Amanda along with Sarah, Kelly, and Bethany. All the girls were wearing dresses, but Amanda blew them each away. Her little black dress looked painted on to her curvaceous form. The top was sleeveless, the neckline plunging revealing enough cleavage that one could get lost for days within. The bottom hemline was short and hugged her hips and thighs leaving almost nothing to the imagination save a few vital inches.

“Amanda,” her mother’s voice called from downstairs, “are you coming to breakfast or what?”

“Sorry, I’m coming” she said noticing now that her voice was deeper and very sexy.

Amanda opened her closet and looked through the selection of giant clothes for herself. She was even excited by picking out an outfit for her enlarged body. She noticed that she had very few pants and a lot of shorts, she picked out a pair of denim cutoffs and slipped them on. The were tough to slide over her meaty thighs, and she was afraid they would be loose on her waist, but her huge glutes filled them out nicely. The shorts were even shorter than she had originally thought. She noticed that the pocket lining hung lower than the tattered strings of denim. For her top she picked a pink v-neck shirt. As she put it on he noticed that it was made of lycra or spandex or something that allowed it to stretch. Once it was on she reveled in the way it clung to her form, the details of her shoulder muscles clearly visible, though was a little extra padding at the front of the breast to keep her nipples concealed.

She finished off her outfit with pink ankle socks that matched her top and black Converse low tops. She put the gun in her backpack and went downstairs, finding every inch of the kitchen table covered with food of various types. Most of the selection were meat based, but there was plenty of everything else. Once Amanda sat down her mother placed a large glass filled with raw eggs before her. Momentarily grossed out she figured her new body would have a few drawback, and if this was the cost then so be it. She downed the eggs in 30 seconds flat and then began helping herself to the feast before her.

Amanda had wolfed down nearly half of everything by the time her brother, Robert, appeared at the table. She noticed that he, too, seemed larger and more muscular than he had previously. His stocky build was now rather cut, his t-shirt was tight around his large chest and his arms showed descent mass. Amanda guessed that were he to flex his arms would measure a good 15” around. Amanda always knew her brother had the potential to be very strong, but she always knew him to be very lazy as well. She guessed that having a mother and a sister that could overpower him with no trouble had been enough motivation to get him pumping iron.

Robert silently sat down and started picking a few items to eat. He never once made eye contact with Amanda.

Now Amanda’s mind was turning to figure out what she should do next. She thought about using the gun on Robert. He was a bit of a bully before, and she suspected that now that he was bigger and stronger he would be picking on kids at school daily, taking out his frustrations about being so much weaker than his sister. She could shrink him and teach him just how much weaker he could really be.

Amanda also realized that her friend Kelly would be along any minute to walk with her to school. Kelly was a pretty girl, but was stuck at 4’ 10”. She always talked about how she wanted so much to be taller. Amanda thought she would really like to make that dream come true.

She also thought that perhaps she could ditch school today and head down to the beach, she heard that there was a bodybuilding contest going on today that she would love to enter.