>Another rainy day, another few interviews
    >First one today was a ridiculously expensive looking H&H side by side shotgun
    >It was an interesting girl
    >She appeared with a long, frilly dress and golden hair almost reaching the sofa she was sitting on
    >And… undeniably beautiful
    >Stone cold at first
    >But she softened up a little when she realized the situation
    >Not that she offered to help with anything
    >Might be because she had absolutely no experience
    >Never cooked a meal herself
    >Never cleaned
    >She was rather dismissing the whole time you spoke to her
    >She ended up demanding that she was driven home as soon as humanly possible
    >when you explained that wasn’t going to happen soon, she scoffed and left the room, heading into the library
    >With the tiny little Stephanie in her lap
    >And rather surprisingly, “The hunt for Red October” in her hands
    >As long as she was happy it was alright, right?

    >But now, you had far more important stuff on my mind
    >Lunch
    >You walk out to the kitchen and raid the fridge
    >One of the best things Annie had going for her, was that she always kept the fridge full
    >Not once since you met her had you opened the fridge and found it empty
    >It was almost beautiful
    >Boxes of leftovers
    >Fresh vegetables
    >Meat
    >Dairy products
    >All kinds of things to drink
    >You sigh the happiest sigh imaginable
    >And go for a box of leftovers from a big stew Annie made a few days ago
    >Meat, taters, all kinds of vegetables and an unhealthy amount of cream
    >And utterly delicious
    >You fill a plate with the gooey stew and put it in the microwave
    >You watch the plate spin slowly around in the microwave
    >It looks… beyond delicious
    >It stops spinning with ping
    >Hastily you pull it out, and walk over to the table
    >It’s all here
    >The beer too
    >You sink the fork into the ridiculously tender meat
AAAANON!
>”Augh… Yes Annie?”
This box here, where is it going?
>”The one with the magazines?”
No, the big one with tape all over

>You try to be calm as you leave the delicious food behind and walk over to Annie
>She is holding the box in her hands and looks… happy to see you
>And all the anger went away
>It was a large box, and just like she said, almost covered in tape

>”Where did you find this?”
In the gun room!
>”...You sure?”
Yes, i picked it up myself!

>Annie puts the box down on the coffee table
>And the looks back to you

>”Oh, right, i’ll get a knife”

>She looks back at you
>Looking… disappointed
>Like you didn’t understand anything
>She sighs heavily, lifts her right leg up and slides a sizeable knife out from her boot

>”Do you always-
Yes
>”...”
You can call me a lot, but not unprepared
>”I’m not going to call you unprepared. Anyway, open, please
Yep!

>Annie spins the knife around in her fingers
>She is frighteningly skilled with it
>After a little bit of showing off, she buries the knife in the box, and carefully cuts it open
>The top is cut open and Annie folds the sides away
>There is a sea of bubble wrap inside
>And those soft white balls used for packaging things safely
>Whatever they are called
>Annie is curious and pushes her hands down into the box
>And up comes an underbarrel shotgun
>Annie keeps digging
>Three underbarrel weapons
>The shotgun, was joined on the table with a grenade launcher and those awful .22 Zip guns

>”Annie, do these guns have….?”

>Annie picks up each of them, holding, touching and feeling it

No. Or well, i don’t think so,...
>”But?”
But, i think they could… alter us
    >A flurry of ideas fly through your head
    >Alter?
    >What does that mean
    >What would happen?
    >Your thoughts directly go to Amanda
    >And all of them… slightly perverse
    >This was too fun of an opportunity to ignore
    >You take a quick look at the clock before saying a quick goodbye to Annie and rushing out to the car that happens to be closest
    >The old BMW
    >the inline 6 starts with a purr and soon after you are dashing along the dirt road
    >You find the closest gunstore to the house, still a good hour's drive away
    >With an uncharacteristic speed for such a place, you dash in, looking excited and longing

    >The tired, overweight man at the counter looks very surprised
    >No one who has bought a handguard and a few AR parts has looked this happy
    >Or excited
    >You pay for the wares and then das back into the waiting car
    >It leaves the parking lot with spinning tires and engine bouncing of the rev limiter
    >A beautiful sound and a smell that was borderline erotic
    >This was the fastest drive home anyone has ever done
    >While a big BMW saloon is usually something that was intended to be driven with dignity…
    >You decide to pretend this particular one was a WRC car on the last gravel stretch to the house
    >Soon the car brakes to a halt and you fly out of it, gunparts in hand
    >You open the door with a vigorous slam and scream

    >”AMANDA. GET DOWN HERE, RIGHT NOW”

    >Not long after, a sleepy and somewhat confused looking girl comes down the stair

    “W-what is it Anon?”
    >”YOU’RE GETTING A NEW HANDGUARD”
    “Oh really?”
    >”WITH RAILS ON IT”
    “No… Anon! Please, NOOOOO”

    >Amanda tries to run away, but wearing socks indoors proves to be her doom
    >You catch her neck, turning her into that pretty looking AR you built a few years ago
    >As fast as you can, you get it to the closest available table, ripping the old handguard off
    >But, being an AR, the process was easy
    >One goes off, new one goes one
    >”Okay, change now!”
>And so she does
>Her long brown hair flows over a camouflaged shirt instead of the white t-shirt she had earlier

“Anoooon, why are you doing this!”

>Amanda seems visibly upset
>You hold her and walk her out to the three underbarrel weapons
>Her eyes open up
>Wide
>She didn’t get the chance to say why she was so flustered over the weapons
>You grabbed her by the neck, and once again find yourself with an AR in your hands
>Now for the fun part
>The launcher neatly slides onto the lower rail, and you secure it with a screw
>Your AR
>Now with a grenade launcher

>”Okay, Amanda, let’s see how you like this!”

>Amanda changes back
>Your plan… worked
>Her clothes were exactly the same
>The blue jeans
>The old boots
>Her new camouflaged shirt
>But underneath…
>Certain parts of her had grown significantly larger
>She had grown from the something-around-b-cup she always been a little conscious about to… you weren’t really sure
>but they were big
>Amanda’s face was one of pure shock
>She looked down at her cleavage barely staying inside the shirt
>The two top button were already popped open
>Amanda stared down at her new assets, absolutely frozen in place
>Her eyes glimmered, shined
>Her jaw was on the floor
>She raised her a little on her toes, pushing herself up and down an inch or two
>She was rewarded with jiggling
>Beautiful, beautiful jiggling

>”Don’t forget to breathe”
“A-Anon…”
>”Like it?”
“THIS IS AMAZING”
>”Think so?”
“Wow…”
>”So, that’s what the grenade launcher does...”
“W-w-”
>”Good, that leaves the .22 zip and the Shotgun”
“I don’t even… know what those do. But please let me keep this! Please! Pleasepleasepleaseplease”
    >The urge to bury your face in them is overwhelming…
    >But you can almost feel Annie’s gaze piercing the back of your head
    >The rewards was high
    >But so was the risk
    >You just can’t

    >”yeah, whatever”

    >The plan at this point was to get rid of the launcher and try the other weapons
    >But someone had other ideas
    >Amanda was bouncing with energy, and the same second you let her go, she darted away at speeds approaching that of the Sprint SAM missile

    “LAAAAAAAALAAAAAAAA!!! YOU HAAAAAVE TO SEEE THIS!!!”

    >And there was no point at all trying to stop what was about to happen
    >Or you thought so
    >Annie caught her in the doorway

    Little one, perhaps show a little gratitude
    “S-sorry Annie, but i’m just v-v-”
    I know you are, but be patient for a little while, would you?
    “Okay Annie…”

    >Amanda walks back, standing in front of you
    >She takes a last look at her assets before being gripped by the neck again and turned into a rifle
    >You slowly unscrew the screws on the grenade launcher, slide it off the rails and set it on the table
    >Next up was the little Zip gun
    >But it was no longer where you left it
    >Annie was holding it in her hands, with a troubled face

    >”Everything okay?”
    I’m not sure about this thing
    >”How so?”
    It’s like it is something in there, but it can’t come out
    >”She’s shy?”
    No, it’s not like that. It’s like something is in here, trapped?
    >”Okay… So, do we like… try?”
    I suppose we can, but i’m still not sure

    >You hum a long forgotten tune as you get the little .22 in place
    >It’s in the right place, now just the screws left
    >When they are in place to, you have a very M16A2 looking rifle, with a ugly handguard and a jammy, gimmicky, finicky .22 LR pistol on it

    >”Okat Aman-”
    Wait!
    >”Oh?”
    Anon, please wait a little, i have a bad feeling about this…
    >”You do?”
    Yes, that little gun is…
    >”Horrible?”
    Yes, and cute little Amanda…
    >”Come on, how bad can it be? Amanda, come out!”
    >It tuned out “How bad can it be” was exactly like the “How hard can it be” line they liked on Top Gear
    >Which as soon as it was said out loud, something ended in a fireball or a massive crash
    >Amanda stands before you
    >Annie gasps audibly and then covers her mouth
    >Amanda looks down, still front heavy despite her loss of cleavage
    >It takes her a second or two to realize what happened
    >Her face is now one of horror
    >You can feel the panic building up inside 
    >While you can take a lot of cruel jokes, but this certainly was one too far
    >You hop up, and grab her by her neck, no longer having to look at the girl in front of you
    >Where there was panic, now there is just an AR
    >Your hands are shaking as you take the little .22 and remove it from your rifle
    >Between your breaths, you manage to speak

    >”what the fuck… I didn’t even think that was possible”
    Yeah…
    >”Let’s… never speak of this, ever again”
    I’m just surprised she ended up like that before i did
    >”ANNIE”
    Sorry, sorry…
    >”Geez...”
    Give her the launcher back now, and let’s call it a day, that took two months off my life

    >You slide the launcher back and send Amanda off with an apology and a promise never to do that again
    >And not mentioning the shotgun
    >With that cleared up, she wasn’t seen for the rest of the day
    >And interestingly enough, neither was Lala

    >You had to sit in a corner of the house, with the TV running to not hear them
    >Annie was leaning in and around you
    >Another rainy day on the couch
    >It was very nice to just sit in the couch and cuddle for an entire afternoon
    >She might not appear to be that kind of person at first, but she was a big fan of just physical contact
    >Just being held
    >Not that you can blame her for that
    >And by the time that damn online casino ad rolls around for the fifth damn time, you can’t stop yourself from asking that one question anymore
    >”Annie?”
    Mhm….

    >She shifts a little as she lies on you, unburying her face from your shoulder
    >You can’t help but smile a little looking at her face

    “Sure you don’t want some rails?”

    >You say that, more as a joke than anything else

    Do you enjoy breathing?

    >Your train of thought lurches away, heading in a very specific direction

    I know what you are thinking, how i am going to choke you?
    >”Well…”
    It with not be with thighs up cleavage, it will be an extremely un-erotic affair, that will include ropes, a chair and a cellar
    >”You’re cute when you are angry”

    >Annie giggles a little
    >And is met with kiss on her forehead

    >”Don’t worry, you’re not getting any of that”
    As if i need it
    >”Hehe… nah. Can’t say you do”
    ….
    >”...”
    You’re not telling me something
    >”Yeah, i’m still kinda curious to what the Masterkey shotgun would do”
    Don’t force your perverted ideas on the poor girl
    >”I know, i know, i’m not gonna do it, but ya know, i’m a curious man”
    I will bully you if you bully the AR
    >”Annie, i promise you, i will not put a shotgun on my rifle. Good enough?”
    Good enough for me

    >Annie shuffles a little on you, rests her head on your shoulder, and falls asleep