With the gun in her hands, Amanda made her way towards the front door. Her plan was to make it to the car, transform herself into a huge, muscular Amazon, then make her way back inside without anyone knowing about it. As she approached the front door, however, she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Amanda!" Rebecca called out, as she saw her granddaughter heading outside. "Come in here and keep us company!"

"No, dammit!" Amanda thought to herself, as she slowly turned around to see Amelia and Rebecca looking at her. "This isn't fair! I should be able to use the gun at least once!"

Amanda sighed quietly in frustration as a friendly smile eventually made its way across her face. "Yes, grandma," she replied, as she walked into the living room.

"What's that in your hand, Amanda?" Amelia asked, pointing at the gun.

"Oh, it's just a...toy," Amanda replied, putting the device down on the coffee table in front of her for the time being. She sat down on the couch opposite her grandparents and bided her time until she could take off with the gun again.

The three women just stared at one another, the awkward silence in the room being broken only by the constant ticking of the cuckoo clock hanging on the wall. Neither person was any good at idle conversation, so all three sat in silence, until Rebecca spoke up.

"So, Amanda," she said. "How's school?"

"It's okay," the teen replied, glancing down at the gun. "I'm having a little trouble in Chemistry, but everything else is fine."

A few more moments of silence passed before Amelia spoke. "Did you know I was on the swim team in high school?"

"Uh...no. I had no idea," Amanda replied.

"Oh, yes," the 83 year old continued. "My picture's hanging on the wall behind you." Amanda turned around and, sure enough, there was a picture of Amelia standing with her swim team. They were all smiling and standing by the pool, with one girl in the middle of the group holding up a sign that read, "Maplewood Bulldogs, Swim Team, 1942."

"Cool," Amanda replied, as she sat back down on the couch. Just then, she heard the heavy footsteps of her parents walking down the hallway, their large shadows slowly making their way across the floor.

"Oh, thank God," Amanda thought, as her parents waked into the room and sat on either side of her on the couch. The springs in the couch groaned loudly, as Stacy and Robert Sr.'s combined weight of over 600 pounds settled into the cushions. Amanda was completely dwarfed by her musclebound parents.

"How'd this get in here?" Stacy asked, as she reached for the ray gun. She remembered what had happened earlier when she shot her husband with the device and wasn't about to allow it to get away from her.

"Um..." Amanda replied, looking up at her mother. "It fell out of your purse and instead of putting it back, I just brought it in here. I'm sorry."

"Oh, well that's okay, sweetie," Stacy replied, smiling down at her daughter. "But I'd better hang on to it from now on."

"Mom, if I could just have it for five minutes--"

"It's safer with me," her mother calmly replied, wedging the gun between her huge thigh and the arm of the couch. Amanda looked down at the handle of the gun, taunting her. It was just out of her reach, but Amanda knew there was nothing she could do about it at the moment.

"I'll be right back," the 17 year old said, as she made her way to the bathroom.

"Dammit!" Amanda thought to herself as she closed the bathroom door. "Why didn't I just use the gun on myself this morning? I could have avoided this entire mess. Now everyone in my family is a muscular giant who could probably bench press our car! And it's all my fault! I should have just--"

Amanda stopped, as she felt a familiar sensation passing through her again. She looked at herself in the mirror and noticed something was different. The differences were subtle, but she could definitely tell a difference from just a few moments ago. Amanda's shoulders were a little wider than before and a little more excess fat had melted off of her frame. Her breasts were around a cup size bigger, too.

"Oh, shit," Amanda said outloud. "What the hell did mom do this time?"

Amanda made her way back to the living room to find...