You fire the gun one last time, this time with no attachments, just plain old Slob setting. It hit her hard, and you watch as her tight clothes begin to stretch and grow to fit her again.
They then become dingy beyond imagination, dirt and grime covering them, and holes appearing...she smells as if she hasn't bathed in over a month if not longer. The gun had done it's work...
"Look at us three slobs" she laughed.
"Let's have some fun" she added with a giggle.