Beth was standing on the front steps of the tallest building in town -- although the building itself was no longer there. She had thrown it 15 miles away and it now rested on the football field of her high school's chief rival team, and also on top of the team that had been practicing there at the time.

She didn’t see Superman emerge to confront her again. She was having too much fun playing with the silly men who were ‘heroically’ attempting to restrain her. One grabbed her arm and pulled, trying to wrestle her to the ground. He grunted and groaned trying to move her, but his greatest effort felt so pathetically weak. Bored with him, she twisted to the side, and as he lost his balance and fell against her hip, she gently swiveled it to adopt a slightly sexier pose and pushed her hip out, launching him into the air until he crashed into the building across the street.

A second man abandoned the principles his mother had taught him and was furiously punching her, or at least trying to do so. Beth’s strong arms easily blocked the blows aimed at her face and chest, while allowing her super-dense muscles to absorb the force of the others. With each punch his efforts grew weaker until, his face red and his breathing labored, he was close to collapsing. His face contorted in pain and frustration. Beth looked at him and said, “Poor man. All out of breath and you didn’t even get the job done! Why don’t I give you a little air?” Beth grabbed his belt and tossed him several feet into the air. Before he could drop, she stepped beneath him, pursed her lips and began to blow, first producing a stiff wind, then gale and hurricane force winds that arrested his fall and carried him higher and higher into the air. The upward movement of the air created a whirlpool of papers and dust from the collapsed buildings nearby and they swirled around Beth while pelting the face and eyes of the watching crowds. Beth closed her eyes wrinkled her nose at the dirty scene and abruptly cut off the wind. The man began falling but Superman caught him and delivered him safely to the ground and then returned to Beth.

“You again!” Beth said angrily, coughing slightly in the dusty air, the power of each cough hurling the facing crowd further back. “I thought I was all finished with you!”

Superman stood in his power stance.

“Fortunately, Kryptonian technology is far superior to that of the muscle growth gun and reversed its effect on me.” He held out a small box. “One setting restored my powers, and the reverse will strip you of your aura and your strength!” He pressed a button on the box and an orange beam shot out and hit Beth squarely on her outthrust chest, then seemed to spread around her, mingling with the aura, changing its pale white color to orange.

“What the ...” she said, frowning. The aura was pulsing, swelling in size and then nearly disappearing, only to return again. She concentrated, trying to will it to envelope Superman once again, but after moving the aura one-third of the way toward him, it disappeared again, and when it re-emerged it again surrounded Beth. Again she tried, and this time it dissipated after reaching only a quarter of the way and reappeared, much paler, only after ten seconds.

“It’s working! She can’t control it!” Superman said triumphantly, continuing to direct the beam at Beth. He moved closer. “Once the aura is destroyed, the beam will work directly on her,” he announced. “Her power will be destroyed.”

“That’s the way, Superman!” one man shouted. Others echoed the call.

Amanda emerged from the building. She watched excitedly, still clutching the gun, cheering Superman along with the crowd. “Yay, Superman!” she shouted.

Beth picked Amanda’s voice up out of the crowd and glared at her, but the beam held her frozen in place. The aura was nearly gone now and then there was a sudden flash of orange as it penetrated the aura and spread through Beth’s body. She immediately and rapidly began shrinking, losing height, muscle and her exaggerated feminine features but the shrinking stopped before Beth had returned to her original size. Superman continued shining the beam at her, but it had no further effect. He turned it off and shrugged.

“That’s enough,” he declared. He slipped the box inside his belt and walked toward her. “And now you will have to come with me, to answer for your horrible crimes. It’s a pity that the great power you gained led you so far astray. Clearly, the responsibilities of power were beyond your capabilities.”

Beth glared at him. She put her hands on her hips and twisted her still incredible bust to the left and right. “They meant nothing to me, or to anyone else. See this crowd? They didn’t care either. They were here to see me, to see the show, and then you. The only thing that mattered to me was the excitement. And that’s all you care about too.” She put one hand on her hip and struck a pose. “Isn’t that right, Superman? Your defeating a sexy girl is much more important than justice.” She leaned backwards, displaying her breasts. “I bet you can’t wait to put your hands on me and carry me away!”

Despite his stern expression, Superman could not help responding to Beth’s beauty, still enhanced by the growth gun, and he moved his legs to make more room for his rapidly expanding member.

Beth chuckled and twisted her superbly toned body some more. “Nothing like a pretty girl, Superman? Especially when you already know she’s a pretty BAD girl? Hmmmm?” she added, moving closer to him. “I bet you can’t WAIT to hold me CLOSE as you TAKE me AWAY!”

Suddenly the beam switched back on, the box’s button activated by Superman’s growing member. The orange light flashed upward and bathed Superman. “No!” he cried out, before his muscles were frozen. Beth snatched the box out of his belt and backpedaled away from him, while continuing to aim the beam at Superman, who looked horrified as he shrunk slightly. Beth frowned. “Shrink more, you! Come on, shrink like before!”

Two men rushed her, but the still powerful Beth knocked one of them unconscious with a vicious kick. The other shied back. But the attack broke the beam’s contact with Superman and he leapt up at Beth ... only to fall far short of her and tumble to the ground.

A low groan rippled through the crowd.

“My powers!” he gasped. “They’re ... gone.”

He ran toward Beth, but she evaded him and kicked the weakened Superman, somewhat clumsy without his powers, down the steps.

She held the box up and turned it around. “Ooooh, I wonder what this little switch here does,” she said, in a little girl voice. She flicked it, aimed the open end of the box at herself and pushed the button. A blue beam shot out and struck Beth for a second. Immediately she grew back to her former height, her muscle and incredible figure restored. “Aaaahhh, much better!” she said. “MUCH BETTER!” She tossed the box into the air and flashed a burst of heat vision at it, incinerating it in an instant. “NOW we’re talking REAL power!” she said happily.

Amanda ran to the fallen hero. "Let me help!" she said, quickly setting the gun on maximum growth and aiming it at him. But as she fired, Beth moved between them.

"Too much technology in the wrong hands can be dangerous," she said loudly as the gun fired its growth rays at the now invincible Beth. "Haven't you learned that yet?"