Stacy aimed the gun at Robert and pulled the trigger, not really expecting anything to happen. When the gun spit out a ray of pure energy that engulfed her husband she gasped. Robert had always been tall, just over six feet. His almost skeletal thinness made him appear even taller but that was nothing compared to what he was becoming. His head inched upward, well over six and half feet, close to seven feet, probably over seven feet. Stacy whined with shock as she watched him continue to transform. His chest expanded in every direction, the rib cage stretching outward and then the muscle began to grow. Huge pecs that strained the fabric of his t--shirt outward to a ridiculous degree. At the point the fabric should have torn the shirt shifted somehow, becoming a torn up tank top that was cut away to reveal the dramatic musculature that was still expanding. Roberts shoulders widened until he seemed to fill the room until finally the growth stopped. A blue light exploded out from him like a wave and he finished talking about his day without missing a beat.

"I really think we can expand a little more. The gyms are doing great and we're getting more franchise offers all the time. I'd like to open two more before the end of the year."

Stacy nodded dumbly, not even fully taking in the fact that Robert apparently now helped her run the gyms. His own "Muscle Inc." tank top was stretched across a monstrous chest. Just a few minutes ago Stacy had been fantasizing about what it would be like to make Robert her equal, now she was pretty sure he was even bigger than she was. His muscular development was unreal, from his enormous shoulders and delts, to his improbable pecs, the insanely detailed abs, the massively thick and hyper striated legs. And her eyes kept drifting to his tight gym shorts and the unbelievable package they were barely concealing.

"What are you doing with that toy anyway?"

"Oh this?" Stacy looked at the gun and put it back into her purse. "Nothing dear. Let's talk about something else." She smiled and took her shirt off, flexing her chest to make her breasts bounce.

Robert smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Now?"

Stacy smiled wider and nodded. "Now."

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Something wasn't right. Amanda shook her head as she looked at her reflection. She was taller, she knew she was taller. And she wasn't as chubby. She was still a big girl but she was proportioned better and now she actually had breasts taking up some of her body fat. She squirmed to check the label on the bra. "Double D? What the fuck?" She wandered out into the house and stared slack jawed at the newest set of changes. Someone else must have used the gun on her dad, but how could she tell what was different? Shouldn't she be accepting these changes as her actual past?

Family pictures now showed her dad towering over her mother. He was enormous. Covers of bodybuilding magazines lined the walls of his den, he was on most of them, her mom was on a bunch and a few actually had both of them together.

"You know he doesn't like it if we come in here." Her brothers gruff voice sounded behind her. She turned and gasped as she recognized him. He was even taller than he had been earlier, and he was way, way more buff.

This was becoming insane, she had to do something to fix this before it got out of control.