“I’m…so…big….” Amanda said, outloud, looking down at what she could of her now grotesquely overgrown body. Fifty feet tall, and wider than that at the shoulders, chest and thighs. Her traps now reached up far higher than her head, like a mountain valley sprouting from behind her neck, her pecs bulged forward even more ludicrously so, and were adorned with huge, still femininely soft, breasts that rivaled hot air balloons in size, their fleshy weigh forced to spread to either side of her chest by the sheer thrust of the overswollen pectorals they rested upon.

The muscle-monster took a few experimental steps forward, each footfall resulting in a loud, quaking tremor, the ground cracking and breaking under her new, unfathomably multi-ton weight and making her legs sink in to calf-level, calves that were now wider than SUVs. Sweat was pouring from all over Amanda’s freakishly giant form; her overmuscled thighs rubbing together with audible friction, to the point where she couldn’t help but grimace and moan in eyes closed pleasure at the sensation, sending pungent drippings down those bloated pillars of leg muscle, waterfall like.

Spotting something on the tortured earth below, she paused, and after some blind digging due to her view obscure pecs, tits and shoulder muscles, at last retrieved the wonderful gun that had grown her into the muscle mountain she now was. “Phew, thought I’d lost it in my cooch or something,” she thought, protectively grasping it within her now huge palm—she was now far too large to operate it herself, but felt it prudent to have, still—a more prudent person would have sought out _someone_ shrink her down to a less ludicrous, more manageable state, but this body felt _too_ good, too _right_...too _strong_

Amanda moaned loudly and flexed, her lats doubling their already megalithic size, her biceps bulging up past her palms, the thrust of her tits nearly doubling, moaning even more as she felt those massive tits of hers jiggle and wobble with the quickness of her pec-flexing.

Then her belly rumbled. Loudly , from under a carapace of car sized abs, but loudly. She’d skipped breakfast to run off to the mansion, and now had skipped lunch. With a grin, the freakish muscle-behemoth that was now Amanda made off for her high school cafeteria, leaving ten foot sinkholes with each thunderous footfall, and a trail of pungent, feminine muscle-sweat….

A. Amanda raids the cafeteria, offering the gun to Kelly and Tina, two of her nerdy friends, as the terrified crowds scatter from the school. Three muscle-monsters are better than one!

B. Amanda gets halfway and begins to grow again, becoming even an even bigger muscle abomination.