After a bit of clothes shopping online (and waiting for Robert to grudgingly pick up and bring back their purchases), the sisters and their brother set off to the upper-class section of town to visit Malory's sprawling 10,000 square foot residence. Being a top-level executive at a large tech firm, Malory and her family were obviously well off and could act a bit entitled at times, but Malory had been Linda's friend as they shared the same class at school for several years and their families maintained a cordial, familiar relationship.
Malory came down to meet them at the gate, though slowed her pace as she saw them, her eyes wide and mouth gaping. "Linda? Amanda? Is that really you?"
Linda nodded. "It's us, Malory. What do you think?"
Malory looked the sisters up and down in awe. Linda had always had a couple inches on her, a fact Malory wasn't too keen on but tolerated, but now looked nearly twice her size. "You both look amazing! But...how?
We'll explain once we're inside," Amanda assured her as the gate slid open and they followed Malory to the front door. "I'm here too if you're...ah, forget it," Robert muttered, tagging along behind.
They ascended the circular staircase in the foyer until they reached the third floor where Malory's private gym and rec room were located. The inside was spacious, almost bigger than Amanda's and Linda's room combined, allowing Linda to move around comfortably. The window facing the backyard was open to let the breeze in from the warm spring day.
"is there anyone else here?" Linda asked quietly, gently closing the door behind them.
"The cleaning lady and the gardener already went home for the day, but my sister Sarina is visiting. She’s swimming out back," Malory replied.
Robert's ears perked up at that last part. He'd had a thing for Malory's stunning 25-year-old sister ever since they were in high school. Unlike the rest of them, she had moved out of town after college, becoming a world-class swimmer who won bronze in the 200-meter butterfly in the Olympics three years ago and was favored to win gold next year. "Really? I should go say hi. Wouldn't want to be rude," he piped in casually, turning to open the door but discovering it wouldn't budge.
"Easy there Romeo, I doubt she even remembers your name," Linda said wryly, two fingers held against the door. Robert gave her the skunk-eye and slumped down against the wall onto the floor, muttering complaints under his breath.
"C'mon guys, what's all this about?" Malory inquired persistently. "Why do you two look like you just stepped off Mount Olympus and the home page of Women's Fitness?
Linda reached into her handbag and produced the gun. "Amanda found it on her way home from work," she explained. "It kind of looks like a toy, but Amanda shot me with it, then I shot her, and it works! You haven't seen anything like this where you work, have you?"
Malory shook her head, eyeing the device and the sisters skeptically. "My company mostly develops finance software. This looks more like something built at QuanTech, or even that shady start-up N-Hance that bought up property down the road from our HQ a few months back. You’re right about it looking like a toy, though. Rinky-dink companies like them don’t have the capital or hiring power to create something as scientifically revolutionary as a growth gun.” She handed it back to Linda and crossed her arms, frowning in disappointment. “You two probably took some illegal steroids or something. You really think I’d buy a silly story like this?”
"No really, it's true!" Linda persuaded. Amanda nodded her head in agreement, but was inwardly irked by Malory's snide comments. It had been a while since she had talked with her, so Malory was unaware Amanda had been working for QuanTech for the past year. Malory remained unconvinced, still frowning as she raised an expectant eyebrow and waited for them to finally fess up.
"Fine, I'll show you," Linda raised the gun to Malory's chest and fired.
The blast knocked Malory against the wall as the emerald-colored energy lit up her torso. She recovered and looked up at Linda in shock. "What the hell did you just d--ooooohhhhhhhhh..."
Her voice trailed off into a moan as the energy took effect, stretching her limbs and pushing her chest outward. The pink top she wore split down the middle, revealing DD-cup, then expanding to E-cup breasts. Muscles rose prominently all over her figure, deeply toned and evenly tanned, as her light brown hair became richer in color and crept down down to her mid-back. When the transformation finished, she stood at 6'5" surpassing Amanda in height and musculature.
Malory ran her hands over her figure, wide-eyed with disbelief for a several seconds before finding her voice. "Hoooly shit…that was…INCREDIBLE! You were totally right!"
"Hey!" Amanda spoke up in annoyance, holding her palm flat in front of her near the top of her head. "You made her bigger than me! At least give me a little more to even it out!"
"It's not a contest," Malory scoffed. "Maybe you should be grateful she even shot you at all."
Amanda glared back at her. "Maybe you should be grateful we even bothered to come over here and show you."
"It wouldn't have mattered," Malory shrugged dismissively. "I would have found out anyway. A breakthrough like this doesn’t stay hidden from the tech community for long, and I always have my ear to the ground. Plus, from what Sarina says, you’ve been a blabbermouth since high school. Gossip has a way traveling."
Amanda's fists clenched in growing frustration. She always had a low tolerance for stuck-up girl like this, and Malory was getting to be as bad as Sarina and her posse from her old swim team. Catching Linda unprepared, she swiped the gun out of her hands and pointed at herself. "If it's not a contest, then you won't mind if I grow through your ceiling, right?"
Malory lunged at her. "Don't you dare!" she shouted, grabbing her wrist and trying to pry her fingers off the trigger. The two struggled to gain control of the device, taking turns pushing and clawing at each other.
"Hey, c'mon girls, let's not fight," Robert said timidly, keeping a nervous eye on the barrel of the gun as it shifted direction back and forth between them.
In the midst of the scuffle, someone's finger managed to get snagged inside the trigger guard and pressed it down. The gun activated once more as Amanda and Malory continued to maintain their contested grip...
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