“Well, Robert. I think I should use the gun on you now.”

Robert had been lying on the floor, completely spent, sexually, physically and emotionally, but now looked up at Becka, excited. “Yes! Y-yes. If you make me stronger, I mean, at least normal again, I’ll be able to, you know, worship you so much better!,” he said earnestly.

“You think so?” Becka said, crossing her formidable arms. She nodded slowly. “I can see why you’d say that. You are so pathetically weak.”

“Amanda did that to me!” he said, glancing up the stairs where Amanda had taken the injured Sharon.

“That was so wicked of her,” Becka said. She took at the gun and adjusted the settings. “I could never do what she did,” she said, and fired the gun at Robert. “But making you strong again isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”

The shock and fear on Robert’s face registered only briefly before he started shrinking and quickly disappeared inside his shirt, which Becka lifted off the floor. She fished for him inside and let the oversized cloth drop, leaving a naked 4” Robert writhing in her hands, his tiny arms barely half the size of her pinkie fingers, and far weaker.

“Are you actually trying to get out, Robert, when I could crush your fragile little bones with two fingers? When you would fall the equivalent of 100 feet to the ground? Not very smart, you know.”

She lifted him up to her mouth. “I think you need to taught a few lessons by your master, little boy.” She stuck out her tongue and licked his head, forcing it back and forth with the tip of her tongue, and then jabbed her tongue into his stomach. “Come on, little one. Fight back. Stick your tongue out at me!” she taunted as he nearly collapsed from the blow. “Awww. You don’t like a little tongue? Then let me show you another part of me, close up.”

She took his arms between two fingers and lifted him next to her upper arm, and then flexed her biceps, making them rise slowly until they extended above his head and below his feet. “Impressive? Oh how I’d LOVE to see what they look at through your eyes. She lifted him higher and draped him over the imposing, rounded muscle and let go, forcing him to cling to her biceps with all of the remaining strength of his arms and legs, while his member, erect yet again, rutted against it. “How’s that?” she laughed, and pulled out the gun.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not going to make you any smaller. You’re just the size I want you to be. But you were right. I will need you to be a little bit stronger.” She held the gun up above him, just millimetres away from his back. “I know the rays want to go to me, not you, but they’ll have to pass right through you to get to me, so you should get the effect.” She fired, but only for a fraction of a second, so that his diminished body regained the same form as before, but due to his size just a tiny fraction of his former strength.

“And now, there is yet another part of me that you’re going to get close to, little Robby. And I hope for your sake that you know what you’re doing and do it well, very well!”