Amanda’s hand closed over Roberts and he jerked away, pulling the trigger as Amanda clawed at the barrel. It went off and Robert jumped as a flash of light shot from the gun hit his grandmothers where they sat together on the couch. His eyes bugged out of his head and his jaw dropped open as he watched his frail withered great grandmother transform into a tall, very buff and healthy looking woman. His grandmother Rebecca was even bigger; their shapeless housecoats were replaced with smartly tailored skirt and blouse combos that revealed long muscular legs, massive arms and generous bust lines. They looked almost as big as his mother. A huge blue shockwave exploded outward from their bodies and Robert looked around in awe at their apartment, which was now filled with completely different memorabilia.

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Amelia had been born and raised on a farm where she worked hard until her late teens. Her almost unnatural size and strength was further honed by the hard work and she was well known in her area for her build. She joined a circus as a true novelty, a strong woman, where she reached a popularity that even spawned a short-lived movie serial, which featured her and her feats of strength. Amelia became a very early and very visible symbol of female strength and development, sparking interest in the subject years and years before it otherwise would have happened.

Rebecca followed in her mother’s footsteps. Blessed with the same generous genetics Rebecca became the biggest sensation of the muscle beach scene.

It was only natural that Stacy had dedicated her life from an early age to living up to the larger than life and iconic status of her mother and grandmother. She had become a bodybuilding sensation and spring boarded from that into action movies, some of which her husband appeared in. Eventually she left movies to open her current line of gyms.

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Robert gawked at the old movie posters, circus posters, and muscle beach pics. A picture that had a place of honor was his mother after winning the Ms. Olympia with her mother and grandmother on either side of her, all three flexing for the camera. Suddenly the gun was roughly jerked out of his hand and he turned to look up at his sister. His mouth dropped open even further. She was way taller than he was and she was fucking massive, she crossed her arms, forcing her gargantuan breasts even further out. His eyes unconsciously followed their alluring jiggle; he forced himself to jerk his gaze away and back to his sister’s frown.

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Amanda was the fourth generation in a line of amazing women. Coupling that with the freakish genes of her father she was gifted with amazing height (6'2") and a capacity for building muscle with ease that was anything but natural. And she was highly motivated. Determined since a young age to eclipse the legacy of her family with her own accomplishment she had kept up an insanely dedicated training regimen. Her body was a shredded testament to her gifted genetics and focused hard work. The only place with any visible fat on her body was her breasts, which were large for a girl her age, insanely large for someone with her level of muscularity.

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The day had been confusing and twisted but Amanda recognized the gun and she knew deep down it was the only thing that was going to satisfy the lifelong craving for muscle that she had so far come no where near satisfying. "This belongs to me," Amanda said firmly. She smirked as she looked down at her little brother. He had tried hard to build himself up but it was the women in this family who had the real muscles.


Now that Amanda had the gun she was going to...