"So, maybe NOW I'm your fantasy? Obviously, from the way you've messed up your pants you have SOME interest in me!"

She lifted him higher so that his head grazed the ceiling while he looked down in awe at her huge, only partially flexed muscle. Even though he feared for his life, he couldn't help imagining the power in that one large muscle. He wanted to bend down and kiss it, to worship it. But he didn't dare make a move.

"To think I used to defend you in front of my friends, to talk to you even though it made ME unpopular, because I thought you were a nice enough guy and deserved better. If only I knew what a creep you really were!"

Her muscles tightened with anger, making them grow even more. Arnold's mouth dropped open. His whole body yearned for her. He was already getting hard again.

"Yeah, you like this, I can tell!" Amanda's face colored. "If you'd only been nicer to me before, I might have felt differently about you. But it's too late." She shook his body. "I'd rather throw you through the wall then let you enjoy looking at me for one more second!"

She tossed him across the room, adjusted the gun's settings and aimed it at him. "I should do to you what you did to me!" she continued. She got ready to pull the trigger while Arnold cowered in a ball on the floor. "No. I won't stoop to your level. But I WILL take this gun away from you. And if you EVER talk to me again, or even LOOK at me, I will make you so small and weak that the insects will carry you away. Do you understand me?"

Arnold nodded, not daring to look Amanda in the eye.

With that, she left.

One he was sure she had gone he opened his computer and found his files on building the first gun. He still had one more crystal of Augmentin, although this one had different properties than the first. He had no choice. He would have to use it now to build a new gun, before Amanda changed her mind and shrunk him beyond recovery.