Amanda grabbed the gun from her brother's hand and stumbled backwards, landing on the ground. She looked up in time to see Robert getting hit in the midsection with the familiar blue discharge from the gun. Amanda's heart sunk, as she knew what was going to happen next.

Robert's body inched upwards, his frame filling out with muscle as he grew. His shoulders widened, stretching his shirt, while his chest ballooned outward, as if being inflated by an invisible air hose.

Amanda looked on in shock, as her brother's arms grew thicker and longer, the large biceps and triceps getting dangerously close to their father's size. Glancing downward, Amanda saw Robert's leg muscles pushing mightily against the fabric of his pants. Pretty soon, it appeared as if his clothes wee going to burst where he stood, leaving him standing in nothing more than his underwear.

But just like what happened with her mother earlier in the day and, presumably, her father, Amanda watched her brother's clothes morph right before her eyes. Robert's tight t-shirt morphed into a black tank top, his monstrous arms finally able to breathe. Amanda looked down and saw her brother's pants change into a pair of shorts. There was still some room left in the legs, but as the seconds passed, they, too, were slowly being filled by his huge leg muscles.

Soon after, the growth stopped and a blue light exploded out and encompassed the globe, to reflect what had just happened.

Robert looked down and saw Amanda lying on the floor. "Oh, sorry about that, sis," he said, as he extended an arm towards her. "Didn't mean to bump into you." She grabbed his hand, amazed at how much larger it was now, before being suddenly yanked to her feet.

Amanda stared up at her brother, noticing she barely reached the middle of his huge chest now. Robert appeared to be the same size as their father now, if not a little bigger. His shoulders were more than double the width of her own, while his deltoids were each larger than her head. She felt like a little kid standing in front of him.

"I'll try to be more careful next time," Robert said, as he brushed past her and walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water.

Amanda looked down at the gun on the floor and picked it up. Finally--FINALLY--it was back in her possession. She saw Amelia and Rebecca sitting patiently in the next room, waiting for their family to return. With Stacy and her dad in the bathroom and Robert in the kitchen, the house was pretty quiet for the time being.

Amanda thought this was the perfect time to sneak off and use the gun on herself.