Stacy gave the gun one last quizzical look before finally deciding to shove it into her purse. Something about it bothered her and she felt it would be best if she hung onto it for now. Slinging her purse over her shoulder Stacy got into her car and drove off to her gym. She didn't notice Amanda watching her from the living room window with a look of anguish on her face as she drove away.

"What's your problem dork?" Robert punched Amanda in the arm and she winced.

"Leave me alone jerk." Amanda sneered. Robert laughed as she retreated back to her room. Amanda felt frantically out of place. The house was filled with pictures of her mom and bodybuilding trophies, and somehow the gun had affected Robert and herself. Robert was taller by at least a couple inches and much more muscular than he had been. But why not? Bodybuilding equipment littered the house now. Robert had almost infinite resources to bulk up.

Amanda frowned in the mirror. What the hell had happened to her? She was maybe an inch taller but she had become much heavier. And none of it was muscle. She was big and doughy. The word "endomorph" floated into her mind and she suddenly remembered a conversation with her mother that she must have had recently. "Honey," Stacy had one of her massive arms around her daughter’s shoulders. "it's your body type, I know what you're going through, I was the exact same way. You have so much potential but it will take a lot of extra hard work for you."

Amanda shook her head and the false (?) memory disappeared. Why couldn't she have just used the gun on herself right away? She looked at her chubby reflection again and started crying.

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Stacy spent the day as she usually did, working out, checking on her business, and training some of her clients. Being one of the most famous female bodybuilders ever she was paid fortunes by people who wanted personal training with her. It was a near picture perfect life, she was independently wealthy doing something she loved. She couldn't imagine how it could be any better. Well she could imagine... she thought of her skinny bookish husband Robert and shook her head. There had been endless jokes from friends and family throughout their marriage about "opposites attract" but for the most part she dearly loved her husband. But some days... some days she wished he gotten into bodybuilding like she had tried to introduce him to over and over.

Stacy grabbed her purse as she got ready to drive back home and something clattered to the floor. "Oh, that stupid toy gun," she muttered to herself as she picked it up again. She hesitated before putting it back into her purse, looking again at the controls marked muscle and height. What if? Stacy stuffed the gun back into her purse and...