This choice: ... Jess notices and picks up the guns Beth left behind. | Go Back Chapter 19: ... Jess notices and picks up the guns Beth lef... (ID #765184) an addition by: awfulhumanbeing ![View yadayada13's Portfolio. [Offline / Private]](http://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/costumicons/ps-icon-regular-2.gif) More by this author The guns were pretty self explanatory, so long as you didn't have the brain of a turnip like someone who'd just been brain drained. She thought she'd figured out the "drain" button and fired an experimental shot at Beth on the floor with both guns, watching as Beth's eyes opened - she made a feeble groan she almost immediately regretted through her broken jaw as the power fled her body, her tanned muscular body turning athletic, her breasts shrinking back down into her chest, face and hair becoming less expressive, and her amazonian frame shrinking down till Beth was a skinny teenager, about the size of Amanda - though substantially chubbier - Beth had been closer to volumptuous then athletic, only now the weight was ridiculously unflattering and tended to gather around her. The "drain beauty" gun had made her unattractive in sublime ways. She couldn't be taller then 5 feet either.
"Wow, I barely recognise you Beth." Jess smirked, but a low growl from behind her turned her attention to the huge muscular guy in the room, sporting a huge erection - he was in better lighting now, and she wondered how the hell she'd ever thought he was her boyfriend other then wishful thinking - he was one hell of a looker - not that Robert wasn't, but this guy could have made a fortune as a male underwear model.. except for that massive bulge. At the moment he wasn't even wearing underwear, and Jess was NOT in the mood at the moment for what random naked dude had in mind, which he was making quite clear as he advanced on her - Jess felt a sudden panic, even with the guns in her hands - she knew she didn't have a chance at overpowering him, and yet a little excited... as he aproached making low noises in the back of his throat, she raised the guns... Where will this story go next? Your choices are below...
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