Amanda was in a tense rage. She had spent the day searching the house from top to bottom for the gun her mother had taken away from her. She finally had to admit that her mother had probably taken it with her. Amanda perked up as she heard the growl of her moms sports car pull into the driveway. She had to get the gun away from her mom and maybe now was her chance.

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Stacy let herself into the house and bumped into Amanda right inside the door. "Mom, I really need to talk to you, I..." Stacy cut her off, "Where's your father dear?"

"Dad? He just got home, I think he's upstairs. But mom, I wanted to talk to you about..."

"Yes dear, we'll talk later." Stacy brushed past her daughter and walked up the stairs towards the master bedroom. Amanda watched her mother’s muscular legs and ass flex and sway as she walked up the stairs. Damn it, HER body should look like that. Amanda gasped as she saw the barrel of the gun poking out of the top of her mother’s purse. Stacy rounded the corner of the hallway and was out of sight. Amanda raced up the stairs after her and arrived just in time to have the door to her parent’s bedroom closed in her face. She tried to turn the knob but it was locked.

"Damn it," Amanda fumed. She tried to listen to what was going on behind the door but what little she could hear was muffled and distant. Finally she turned back to her room.

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"Hello honey," Robert kissed his wife’s cheek as she walked into the room. She murmured a response and closed the door behind herself. "How was the gym?"

"It was fine. How were your classes?"

Robert shrugged. "Nothing new. I'll be glad when this semester is over though." Robert taught business management at the local college. He was in the middle of changing from his professorly suit jacket and slacks into his "around the house" t-shirt and sweats.

Stacy pulled the gun out of her purse and looked at the dials again, wondering if this thing was just a stupid toy or if it actually was something else...

"What's that dear?"

"Oh, it's just a toy Amanda was playing with earlier," Stacy mumbled absently. She flicked the height and muscle settings up slightly and looked at her husband as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. His pale, skinny chest, the belly that was starting to spread a little more each day... what if she could change all that?