I began to train harder, and now I'm massive. I've got 204 pounds on me, my mother's small frame bulking up to an insane amount. My 21' biceps are large to the point where I can barely scratch my head. And my breasts have grown in proportion to my pecs. All in all, no one can call me just the woman of the house.
But the strangest thing happened one day. I came back from my daily workouts, and my dad comes running up to me thoroughly excited. "Jim!" he shouts out in his little girl voice, "I fixed the machine! We can all go back now!" He seemed to be ridiculously excited about, so you let him drag your massive figure towards the basement. "And guess what?"
"What?" you asked nonchalantly, folding your arms underneath your bosom. You had gotten used to this body, you didn't want it to go away just yet. In fact, you never wanted it to go away.
"I used your grandfather's notes to learn a little about quantum physics. Or at least enough to know how to manipulate reality with this thing! That means we can erase all of this from ever happening!"
You glance at him in shock. You didn't want to lose these muscles, or your mother's body. What were you going to do?
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