Amanda rushed into her parent’s room, locking the door behind her, wanting to make sure no one could walk in on her while she searched for the ray gun.

She started rummaging through their things, opening the drawers to her mom’s dresser, checking under the mattress, going through their closet, all in a frantic effort to get the gun back. If she ever DID find it, there was no way she was letting it out of her sight again…

Downstairs, Stacy had settled down on the couch, while Robert was in the kitchen, microwaving his next meal. Stacy watched her husband as he moved around, admiring her handiwork.

“God, he’s sexy,” she thought to herself, watching the muscles in Robert’s arms tense up as he reached for the microwave. Stacy smiled, thinking back to how thorough her husband had been with her earlier in the bedroom. He was certainly a much better lover now than he had been when he was a lot skinnier. A LOT better.

A short while later, Robert made his way into the living room, sitting down next to Stacy on the couch and began eating.

Looking down, Stacy noticed the handle of the ray gun sticking out of her purse. She grabbed it, holding the gun in her hands. She examined it again, loving the fact that one little device had changed her life so much for the better. She smiled.

“What’s that, hon?” Robert asked, about to take another bite of food.

“Oh, uh,” Stacy replied, fumbling for an answer. “It’s just…something I found in the yard this morning. It probably belongs to one of the neighbor’s kids.”

“Probably,” Robert said, going back to his meal.

Stacy was happy with her life now. She was the most successful female bodybuilder in the world, her husband was, apparently, the largest male bodybuilder that had ever lived, they had started a chain of gyms together that were hugely profitable and their kids were well behaved. Things couldn’t get any better.

Or could they?

Stacy wondered what would happen if she made her husband even larger. Or just herself, in an effort to catch up with her husband’s immense size. Or to surpass him.

Or maybe if she would use the gun on both herself AND Robert. What would happen then? Would things get even better? Would they live in a completely different house, like a mansion? Would they have a completely different life altogether?

There was only one way to find out. After all, she could always change things back if she didn’t like the results.

After adjusting the gun, Stacy…