Amanda stared down at the gun on her dresser, the endless possibilities swimming through her head. She could use the gun to make herself as big as her mother, if not bigger. She could use the gun to grow not only herself, but all of her friends into muscle goddesses and take over the school. Hell, Amanda could probably turn every woman in town into some towering behemoth, with arms as large as watermelons and legs thicker than trees. And no one,apparently, would be any wiser.

But there was one thing that preceeded tham all: her brother, Robert. Ever since the two were little kids, he had always made her life a living hell. From breaking her Barbie dolls when he was still in grade school, to calling one of her friends "Fattie" relentlessly until the girl ran home, crying all the way. It seemed the only purpose Robert served was to piss Amanda off.

Not helping matters was the fact that, over the past three years, Robert had begun lifting weights, with an emphasis on powerlifting. So, not only was Amanda's brother a jerk, but he was becoming a progressively bigger jerk who would more than likely grow even larger as the years went on.

Already, he could hold Amanda down on the floor, using only one of his arms to hold her in place. He only weighed 175 pounds, but Robert could already bench press close to 300 pounds.

"Well, no more," Amanda thought to herself, as she got dressed and walked downstairs, the ray gun hid behind her back. She crept slowly across the living room floor, trying not to cause any floorboards to creak in the process. She made it to the doorway that led into the kitchen and stopped.

Amanda saw Robert sitting down at the kitchen table, eating breakfast. He had his back to his sister as he quickly ate his cereal, before he left for school. Amanda brought the gun around and looked down at it, making sure to switch it to the desired settings.

"It's now or never," Amanda thought to herself, as she prepared to fire...