Tiff quietly headed back upstairs with the gun, slipping on some shoes sprinted out the back door of her house and down the street towards her petit goth friend Kat’s house. Running across the lawn she dashed up the front steps of Kat’s house and pressed the doorbell.

After what seemed like an hour Kat appeared at the door and opening it, she stood in shock, mouth agape at the sight of her best friend. Tiff was now more nearly a foot taller than the petit Kat’s 5’1”, her firm legs calves bulging like diamonds, her thighs straining the tight shorts that struggled to provide her dignity. Moving up Kat’s eye traced her cobblestone abs and her breasts which strained her tube like top as her nipples threatened to pierce holes in the fabric in the cool evening air. As she stared Tiff brought her arm up and flexed her bicep causing a iron ball to grow under her skin

“So, do you like the new me”, asked Tiff?