Arnold did his best to straighten the room up from all of the activity. This day had certainly taken a horrible turn. He clutched his still wounded chest from pixie Amanda and had a hard time not picturing the naked, super muscular mega strong full sized Amanda. Blushing, he went to the bathroom and cleaned up.

Coming back into his room he sighed. He pulled out the Augmentin crystal from the desk and started to fashion another gun. The first gun was meant for height and muscle size. Just like he wanted. The strength increase should have been simply proportional to the muscle increase. But he had miscalculated the fact about the smaller size. He shuddered when he thought about how strong Amanda was. At least Katie and the gang were only as strong as their big muscles would allow, which for him was now too strong. Good thing it was Friday. No school for a few day.

As he fashioned the gun he shook his head. He didn’t use this crystal because tests had shown that it increased strength way out of proportion to the muscle growth. Since he originally had no intention of using it, he hadn’t even really properly tested it. He wanted to make his dream girl Katie more muscular. Instead he now had several muscle loaded girls to his credit who had no interest in him.

As he continued to work he started to think on just how he would use the gun. Make himself stronger? Make Amanda weaker? Hey! That’s it. Logically, Amanda wouldn’t want to be that strong. She might have trouble controlling that much strength. And if she were that strong she would have to register with the government. He could help her and then maybe she wouldn’t do anything to hurt him. He smiled to himself. He’ll call Amanda tomorrow once he finishes the gun. She’ll have calmed down by then and will be happy for the help. He also sighed at the fact that same government agency might have questions for him regarding the crystals. Having “borrowed” them during a tour of the Justice League R&D lab he wondered when they realize the replacement crystals were fakes. He sighed again. Maybe he was too smart for his own good.

While Arnold was cleaning and working, Amanda had moved toward home. She had stormed out his house completely naked. She cursed Arnold again for that. As she ran into her house she was happy that no one had seen her. The events that happened next seemed like a fast forward dream. She decided to make up a story and not implicate Arnold nor mention the gun, which was now hidden inside the ducting in her room. Her massive muscles were another story. Amanda said she didn’t remember anything and simply woke up like this in their back yard. She asked her family not to let anyone else know about this just yet. As they were just happy to see her they complied, willing to give Amanda some time to herself. But it would only be a matter of time before she would have to face school. And registration.

Alone in her room that night she stood in front of the mirror, giggling that she was back home, was now four inches taller at 5 foot 8, had muscles bigger than anyone at school and was strong enough to stop a tank. At least she thought so. Arnold might know. Her face flushed with anger again and she glanced over at the wall where the gun was hidden. Shaking her head she needed to decide how to handle all of this. Maybe she could register and try out for the Teen Titans. Although she knew that would mean being a puppet to the government.

Her mood shifted again as slipped on her old oversized t-shirt that now fit like a second skin and climbed into bed. Her mom was going to pick up some clothes for her tomorrow seeing as she wasn’t quite ready for a public viewing. Amanda shut her eyes, thinking of what lay ahead.

The next morning Amanda awoke to her cell phone ringing. She brought her arm around and with a loud crack smashed the night stand to bits, sending the cell phone flipping away where it bounced on the carpet. Grumbling and cursing to herself Amanda pulled herself from her bed and picked up the cell.

Arnold? Was he mental? Looking back at her ruined night stand she bit her lip. He was the only one who had any answers. Controlling her anger she answered the call.

“Didn’t I warn you not to call me? Do you WANT me to crush your skull or shrink you down?”

Arnold shuddered as he sat on the edge of his bed. “No! No! I, uh want to help you.”

After Arnold explained his plan, Amanda sighed again. Just because she may be really strong doesn’t mean she can be a super hero. They could just lock her up. Against her better judgment she agreed.

What neither one knew was that Katie and her friends had attracted too much attention and the government group SHR (Super Hero Registration) had pulled them in. The girls all spilled their story and a team was dispatched to Arnold’s house. As Arnold and Amanda met in the back yard the government team and two super heroes were quickly converged on them. Arnold gasped as he got another look at Amanda's huge muscles barely contained in a pair of torn running shorts and her tight football t-shirt. Even without flexing, her muscles bulged bigger than any man alive. And he knew she could flex up them even bigger. Just as Amanda signalled Arnold that she was ready, the man in charge, Agent Thompson stepped up.

“You two. Stop right there. We’re from the SHR. Drop that gun!”

Arnold looked at it and quickly pulled it down. He also quickly explained what had happened, figuring if he didn’t Amanda would. Before she knew it, the two super heroes grabbed her arms and held her. Agent Thompson turned toward her.

“OK Amanda. Where is the first gun?”

Amanda, annoyed at everything, decided that these thugs didn’t deserve the gun any more than Arnold did. “I tore it up and smashed it to bits and flushed it down the toilet.”

Agent Thompson sniffed. “Fine. But you’re still coming with us. Or. We could test this new gun on you. And make you weaker. Just like Arnold wanted.”

Amanda had had enough. Once they made her weaker they might check her house anyway. Not willing to submit so easily, she through her shoulders back and tossed the two men holding her back 20 feet. But by this time Agent Thompson had Arnold’s gun and was calling for bigger back up. Within moments Captain Marvel and Captain Marvel Jr. flew in, holding Amanda’s arms easily. She struggled, but they were far too strong.

Agent Thompson pointed the gun at Amanda. “I guess you wanted to show us whose side your were on Amanda. Well now you will definitely get to be the first test subject.”

Smiling at the struggling Amanda he pulled the trigger.