Amanda wanted to kill herself! She had wanted to upset Beth’s dominant beauty by replacing her classic bombshell looks with the muscular wrestler look, but somehow she had made her even more attractive. She knew that she could not have anticipated this, but she should have know from the way Beth had treated her years ago that making her stronger was a bad idea. She should have realized that Beth had no regard for other people, caring only for her own gratification, glory and amusement. And now she was doing far worse than breaking hearts. She was injuring, perhaps killing people. She was destroying the town without a single care. All thoughts of scientific experiment, of using the gun on herself vanished. Now she had a responsibility. She had to stop Beth.

She changed the settings of the gun to maximum muscle drain and ran to her bicycle and headed downtown. The roar of fire engines and police sirens filled her eyes. As she neared, she saw that the first efforts by the police had failed completely. Beth had thrown buses, cars and building rubble at the police lines, forcing them too far back to confront her. The firemen shot water cannons at her, but she stood her ground, using the palms of her hands and her hardened abdominals to easily deflect the torrents of water they directed at her. Then the police lobbed canisters of tear gas at her, only to see her blow the gas back at them with her mighty lungs, sending the crowds and the police into paroxysms of coughing. She stood with her hands on her hips laughing at them.

Amanda rode carefully around, avoiding the tear gas and the streams of water and set herself up behind Beth, across the avenue, where she had a clear shot at her. She had to act quickly. She aimed and fired, hitting Beth directly in the centre of her back. Beth shuddered and seemed to shrink slightly, but more quickly than Amanda imagined possible, Beth turned, spotted her, and jumped over thirty feet into the air, escaping the beam and landing right next to Amanda, forty yards away. Before Amanda could adjust her aim, Beth grabbed the barrel of the gun and pointed it at one of the policemen, transforming him in seconds from a 250 lb. behemoth into a rail thin weakling, before Amanda could release the trigger.

“Awwww, A-man-da. I should have known it was you, had I cared to remember that you lived across the street from the park. Were you spying jealously at me through the curtains for a lonnnnng time? It must really make you feel small, seeing how perfectly hot I was, so you thought you’d spoil the perfect symmetry of my fantasy fulfilling body with some muscle?” Beth caressed the barrel of the gun affectionately with her forefinger. “But you didn’t realize just how perfect I am. How my body knows just where put every inch and ounce I add to it to make me even more beautiful, even more delectable, even more irresistible. So strengthening me could ONLY make me even better, you know.” She sighed. “But you took a little bit away from me. And now I have to get it back.” She extended her forefinger and dialled the settings up to maximum muscle gain, aimed the gun at herself, placed her finger over Amanda’s and pulled the trigger. “Mmmmmm” she purred as the muscle-building energy poured into her. “You have no idea how GOOD that feels, and of course you never will.” She held the trigger down and the gun’s energy beams made her muscles ever denser and stronger, her waist tighter, her curves ever firmer and more inviting, while only slowly increasing the size of her muscles, whose roundness only complimented and harmonized the curves of her bust and hips. Her eyes grew brighter, her lips redder, the hue of her blonde hair turned more golden. Still the energy poured into her.

“Owww,” Amanda cried. “My finger! You’re crushing it!”

“Oh? Am I?” Beth said uncaringly. “But I’m feeling so good!” The energy swirled around her now, looking for a way to get in, as if unable to penetrate the increasing denseness of her muscle. It swirled into her eyes, her mouth, her ears and nostrils, and then delicately but insistently up into her skirt, disappearing within her feminine passages. And then it surrounded her like an aura of vitality made visible.

“Well,” Beth said, her voice a symphonic orchestra. “That’s enough for me.” She released the trigger and Amanda’s finger. The beam stopped, but the aura remained. She looked at Amanda. “Is it enough for you?”

“Wh-what are you going to do?” Amanda asked, shaking.

“Well, we used to play dominos,” Beth said. “Care for a game?” She looked at a nearby block of apartments and exhaled a puff of air, which knocked the first building into the second, the second into the third, and so on, until all six buildings were a pile of dust and rubble. “Your turn, Mandy.”

Just then, there was a burst of wind, and Superman dropped out of the sky. “What’s going on here?” he demanded and looked at Beth.

She turned languidly to face him, twisting her upper body to best display her bust. “Do you want to play too, Superman?” she asked, fluttering her eyes and smiling slightly. Superman stared at her. Unable to control himself, the red tights of his uniform pushed rapidly outwards toward her. “Ooooh, looks like Superman thinks I’m pretty,” she said loudly as the crowd began to murmur.

“I don’t know who or what kind of being you are ...” Superman said, trying to concentrate his mind on his mission.

“Why, I’m a girl, Superman. I thought you noticed,” she replied.

“Superman! She’s been strengthened by this muscle growth gun. She’s unstoppable!” Amanda explained.

Superman nodded curtly. “Right.” He took Beth’s arm in his hand. “You’ll come with me.”

Beth wiggled her hip against him. “I don’t think so, Superman. I think you’re much too quick for me,” she laughed, mocking the dark stain appearing on his tights.

Superman flushed. He grabbed both her arms and held her in the air. “That’s enough. You may be powerful, and beautiful, but you’re no match for me.”

“But I couldn’t agree more,” she replied. The aura seemed to swirl faster and then formed a bridge between them. Superman’s arms started to shake and then rapidly grew thinner. His chest and shoulders narrowed and his legs shrunk into themselves until all his limbs were like twigs. He groaned and dropped Beth, who landed on her feet gracefully. The aural bridge withdrew and again surrounded Beth, who now became even more stunningly beautiful and slightly more muscular.

“What have you done to me?” Superman croaked, barely able to stand. “Have you taken my powers?”

“If I only could,” Beth said wistfully. “But I’ve only been able to drain you of your muscle and your vitality, leaving you with mere threads of muscle in your body, and your heart the size of a pea. Without your powers you would die in an instant. But even with them, your super-strength must leave you barely as strong as Amanda here.” Beth’s eyes twinkled. “Now, was it your turn, Superman?”

He shook his head and levitated slowly off the ground. “Must ... get to ... Fortress,” he said, his voice barely a whisper, and slowly flew away, barely able to fly a straight course through the gentle wind.

“And now, Amanda. What shall we play next?”