Amanda couldn't remember why, but she had felt small and weak—almost insignificant—all week. She felt as if everyone around her dwarfed her in muscle and size and she hated that feeling. Looking around the room, it seemed almost impossible for that to have been true. At 6'2" and 350 pounds she was easily the strongest and most massive person in the room. Recently she had started pushing around almost as much weight with her arms as her brother was pushing around with his legs. Still, she couldn't seem to shake the feeling of being small, and she somehow knew this strange gun was responsible.

She felt a hand wrap around the gun and tug on it. "Hey, that's mine," she heard Robert's voice say.

With a casual twist of her hand she easily wrenched it away from him again. "No, it's mine," she said as she pushed him back with her other hand, nearly sending him sprawling. To emphasize her point she flexed her left arm—that was holding the gun—hard causing the thick bicep to rise higher than anything Robert had ever seen before.

Stacy stood up from the couch displaying her own massive musculature. "Amanda, leave your brother alone. How many times do we have to tell you..."

Amanda's eyes rolled around, "He started it!"

"Amanda!"

"Fine, whatever, I'm out of here." Amanda, held the gun as she stormed out of the room, her massive musculature rippling with each step.

Robert set out to follow her when he felt his mother's powerful hand on his arm. "Where do you think you are going young man. Sit down. You've bothered your sister enough for today."

In the next room, Amanda took a look at the gun. It was an odd-looking device like something form a B-grade science fiction movie. It was filled with dials and knobs. She stared at them for a while and then just pointed it at herself and held down the trigger. A blue light emenated from the gun filling her with incredible energy. It was a surreal experience. She both felt like something was happening and like things had always been this way as changes in the world took place. She held the trigger down a long time, at least it seemed like a long time. When she finally released it a blue wave of energy spread outward from her body changing the world around her in subtle ways. Her clothing shifted to expensive tailored clothes, the pictures on the wall showed her amazing progress from a young age.

She saw her brother standing there with a smirk on his face. He looked so tiny as she looked down at him. He wasn't tiny. He was actually 5'10" and 240 solid pounds, but to her he looked tiny, and he felt tiny standing next to her. She towered over him. She was over a foot taller and outweighed him by a good 400 pounds—all of it muscle.

"Sis, what the hell are you doing playing with toys? Don't you have anything better to do?"

Her left eyebrow raised as she smirked, "As a matter of fact I do, but I'm giving you a three second head-start before I do it."

Robert knew that look in her eye, and he knew it was time to run. "Shit!" was all he said as he took off running.

His mother's voice chased after him, "No running in the house, Robert. Robert, do you hear me."

His footsteps were followed by the thunderous pounding of Amanda's chasing behind him.

"Amanda, leave your brother alone! Stop running in the house." Her mother might as well have been shouting at the wind at this point, neither child was listening. Robert was running for his life and Amanda was in hot persuit.

She may have been more massive, but he was definitely quick on his feet. It took a bit of trickery for her to catch him. He took off outside and turned to the left, she turned to the right. As he sped around the corner she tackled him like a freight train sending him sprawling and gasping for air. Half a second later she was on him wrapping her massive arm around his neck and her legs around his waist. That was when they both noticed a blue light discharging as the gun hit the ground.