Bridget had not anticipated Amanda would still have her finger hooked within the trigger guard. The added resistance caused the gun to twist in Bridget’s hand until the barrel pointed directly at her chest.
Leaving no time to react, the gun laced out another green beam, striking Bridget and sending her flying across the living room, just as it had done with Linda. She slammed into the table with the cable box and landed rear-first on the floor as green energy crackled around her.
The pull on Amanda’s hand had caused her to whirl around and she watched helplessly as Bridget got her feet, still slightly woozy from the impact. Amanda had completely forgotten the cable repair lady had been there, even though she had let her in earlier that day. Glancing down at the fading glow of the gun now in Bridget’s hand, an alarming thought came to her: if the gun had turned her 5'1" sister into a 7’5” amazon behemoth, what affect would it have on someone considerably taller and already fairly fit?
Bridget gathered herself and shot a look at the sisters, frozen and staring back from the hallway, before looking down at herself. Clearly having the same thought as Amanda, she waited eagerly, but after a few uneventful seconds, she frowned in confusion.
She disappointedly slumped her shoulders, only to have them instantly pushed back as her c-cup breasts shot forward in every direction, untucking her uniform shirt from her pants and straining the buttons. Arcs of green energy once again lit up and danced around her as she smiled and let out a satisfied moan. “Ohhhhhh yessssssss...”
Every inch of her body thickened as layers of muscle built up under her skin. Her torso stretched upward, revealing rows of abs becoming ever more defined by the second. Her legs followed suit, expanding in length and width as her height passed 6 feet and approached 6’6”.
Bridget’s smile widened as she took in her slowly changing form, but suddenly she let out a surprised grunt. The flashing energy picked up in intensity as her breasts exploded forward again with even greater force, bursting through her already taxed shirt and snapping her bra cleanly in half. Her limbs and torso doubled, then tripled in scale, their accelerating expansion nearly disintegrating her sleeves and pant-legs and revealing mounds of humongous, rippling muscle. She shot up instantly to 7 feet, then past Linda to 8 feet, then 9, Each time letting out another ecstatic grunt, each one lower and more sultry in tone than the last. “Yes! YES! MMMMMM!”
Finally, her growth slowed and came to a halt. Amanda and Linda stared transfixed at the figure that now filled their living room. Bridget’s height had topped off at just under 10 feet, the top of her head almost brushing against the high vaulted ceiling. Her body defied imagination, with biceps bigger than most people’s whole upper body and thighs wider than most trees. Her breasts were the size of beach balls and looked just as weightless hanging effortlessly from her chiseled pectorals. Yet, her body still maintained balanced and attractive proportions and her facial features, already above average, now looked near-angelic.
Bridget closed her eyes and took a deep breath, briefly simulating another growth spurt with her considerable lung capacity. She then grinned at the sisters excitedly, now gesturing to the gun she still held in her hand. “Interesting little toy you have here, ladies,” she purred. “I wasn’t completely sure about it before but now I am very glad I could try it out. Who knows what else it could be capable of? I think I’ll take it and find out.”
The sisters managed to break their gaze and looked back at each other anxiously, their previous encounter with one another long since forgotten. What would happen now?