Robert looked at Becka with dismay. She had so much muscle, so much power already, while he was weaker than he had been as a ten year old. He held in his hand the one object in the entire world that could help him, that could put him back in control, that could give him back his vanished strength and save him from the fiendish Bekka.

But he knew he would have no chance to use it. If he even tried to turn the gun at himself she would take it from him in a second and use it herself, but only after pummeling him.

"I'm getting soooo impatient," she snarled. Her muscles tensed slightly and rose in her arms and her shoulders.

"Please, Becka, I'm just ..." he said, and then heard heavy footsteps.

"Becka! Becka! Are you down here? Did you take the gun?" Sharon was saying as Amanda thundered into the room.

Never before was Robert so glad to see her. She'd save him!

"Robert! What did she do to you?" she said, startled, and then quickly took in the situation. "Becka! You get away from my brother! Now!" Amanda ordered and started toward them, but suddenly stopped.

Becka grinned and flexed her biceps, which rose powerfully. Robert could see that Becka was already larger and more muscular than Amanda. He was doomed. But of course! He'd make Amanda stronger! Making her stronger than Becka wouldn't take nearly as long as restoring his own strength! He turned the gun quickly to maximum setting and fired it at his sister, holding the trigger down to pump her with power as quickly as possible. But nothing was happening!

"Robert! Stop!" Amanda cried.

But a large finger clamped down over his forefinger and compressed it against the trigger. "Oh, don't you DARE stop, you little traitor," Becka said. "It doesn't matter WHO you aim it at, silly boy. The radiation is freshest and strongest on me, and so ALL the gun's rays go to me, right where they belong!" She turned him around, forcing him to continue firing the gun. "Oooh, that feels so good. They've stopped growing but they're still thickening, hardening, transforming the very substance of my muscles into denser and denser matter. And the energy I feel, it's like the energy in my muscles is swirling around, doubling and redoubling my strength with every second."

Robert, Amanda and Sharon seemed transfixed, staring at Becka. "Now that I've got your attention, 'friends' ...." She flexed her biceps and a cannonball shaped muscle burst out of her arm. It seemed to shine, as though it were radiating energy.

"What's happening?" Robert said. "I ... can't hold the ... gun!" The barrel of the gun swiveled so that it faced her biceps, like a compass needle turning to North. Becka's skin shimmered. Her breasts rose higher, and her nipples shot to fully erect and pushed through her top. Robert stared at her. His lips tingled.

"Ohhh. So now you feel differently about me?" Becka laughed. "Is it my kindness? My generous soul? My keen sense of fashion?" She pushed her finger down Robert's blue jeans and split them, allowing his erection to pop out. She laughed again. "Oh my! Is THAT supposed to be threatening?"

"Becka! This isn't right!" Sharon said.

Becka blew a gale force wind at Sharon and pinned her against the wall. Sharon collapsed to the ground as the air flow ceased. "Hey big sister, do I care what you think? I suppose I SHOULD thank you for making me come along with you ... but I wouldn't wait around too long for it. You know what I mean?"

She looked down at Robert. "Now, Bobby boy, get down on your knees and worship me. Kiss my feet and let's see you work your way up from there. And you Amanda ...."