As Becka continued to play with Robert, pulsing her massive arm and bucking the tiny, naked Robert against her giant bicep, Sharon looked on with interest.

“Did you see that? Robert actually got bigger.”

Amanda scrunched her face. “Bigger? He’s tiny.”

Sharon shook her head. “The height radiation must not be directly related to the muscle radiation. But you missed the point. He got more muscular. It means that the original radiation has worn off.”

Amanda’s eyes widened a bit. “And I didn’t feel anything when she shot the gun just then. It must have wore off me too.”

Sharon bit her lower lip in thought. “Well that’s not good. However, that would also mean that the original shot Becka took should wear off soon too.”

Amanda sniffed. “Like that matters. She’s a flipping evil Supergirl already. Beside, she’d just shoot herself again.”

Sharon sighed. “Assuming it works on someone twice. We weren’t able to run any tests.”

Becka tired of her bicep flexing and pulled Robert off her muscle, setting the gun on the table. She moved the wriggling Robert down to her panties, looking for some pleasure and humiliation.

“OK Robert. Now’s your chance to show me how much you REALLY like me.”

Robert slipped down lower, unsure of what really to do next, but figuring he would have to try. Becka watched him intently, pointing and directing.

Sharon whispered to Amanda. “Now’s our chance. Go grab the gun while she’s distracted.”

As Becka growled at the shaking, frightened Robert, Amanda stayed low and crawled quickly to the desk, keeping one eye on Becka. She reached up and snagged the gun, turned quickly and fired it at.