For a few moments, she really thought it had worked. Her body exploded in size and Amanda tumbled back as she shrunk.. and then it stopped as Amanda let go of the trigger.

Beth lept to her feet and yelled "Ha, your too late, now I.." she stopped. Amanda wasn't shrinking any more. She was still well over 6 feet tall, with an incredibly statuesque build, her form still covered in pentiful muscle, though her arms no longer had quite as much bulge. Meanwhile Beth was about 4,0 - she had a suprising ammount of definition for her size - she looked like a more muscled professional gymnast.

Amanda looked at her angrily "You try and trick! You tell how why I no get smart or I make you TINY again." She raised a leg and kicked Beth in the side - who tumbled onto the bed, her rib bruised. No way she could get the gun now.

"The smart gun.. it never worked right - the inventor, whoever it was, never got the transfer to work on it - all it does right now is just disrupt thought." Amanda's face continued to contort with rage. "You mean I'm stuck like moron?!" she called back angrily "No no no!! It's temporary! It'll come back in a few days naturally! Please, just let me go!"

Amanda thought about it carefully, smirked "Oh, I send you home.. but first."