Amanda stood indecisively regarding the gun for a few minutes as she ran various scenarios through her mind.
She didn't like the idea of making anyone else she knew taller or stronger. And she wasn't sure if it would be fair to shrink someone else without warning. As these thoughts ran through her mind her thoughts always returned to "How would I look if I was taller and more buff?"
Finally she shrugged. "Just a little couldn't hurt," she murmured to herself as she set both dials to "grow" and turned height all the way down. Muscle she turned up just a little . . . after a slight pause she turned it up a little bit more.
She walked over to the full length mirror on the back of her door and stared deeply into her own eyes. "It probably won't do anything anyway, it looks like a stupid toy." Amanda held her breath and pulled the trigger with the gun aimed at her own stomach.
It felt like she had been punched in the gut and her breath rushed out of her lungs. She dropped the gun and held her stomach feeling a rush of nausea that dissipated as quickly as it had occurred. "Wha...," she gasped as her skin flushed with warmth. A feeling as though her body was weightless passed over her and she felt lightheaded. Her reflection was suddenly just a bit larger, then a bit more. Her jaw dropped open as her t-shirt molded itself tighter to her chest and her jeans shorts pulled snugly against her legs which suddenly had enough meat on them to actually be curvy.
"Oh my God." She turned to look at herself better, posing, lifting her shirt. "Oh my God," she repeated. Her hands ran down her tight stomach, she couldn't quite see any real abdominal development but she could feel it under her thin layer of baby fat. Her butt now stood out, nicely rounded, adding to the flare of her hips. Even the barest hint of a peak was now noticeable on her flexed bicep where before she had been almost painfully thin.
She had added at least 15 pounds of sleek muscle to her body, probably closer to 20. This was amazing and she immediately itched to try it again on a higher setting but as she picked up the gun doubt set in.
This thing didn't seem to be working exactly as the dials would have led her to believe. Her bra now fit painfully tight and she estimated her breasts were at least a cup size larger. What else might it be doing to her that wasn't clearly marked on the dials?
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