Femdom growth and other enhancements

After a couple of seconds that passed by with the strange mixture of hesitation and annoyance, possessing a hint of debate and a short meditation of what happened that day, Betthany seemed to have made up her mind as she launched towards the gym, only stopping to take a towel and a flask of water with herself. It would have been a wise decision to return to the warehouse, to try and find out what that strange person was looking for, and what she was injected with. But in the end, she realised she didn’t care.
‘They can all just fuck themselves… especially that insolent prick…’, she concluded. Now don’t get me wrong. Betthany was obviously concerned about her own state, and it didn’t really serve as a refinement to know that there was some sort of unknown substance possibly still circulating in her veins. But, at this point, there was really nothing much she could do for the cause. Nobody provided her help. Nobody believed in her. She was left with no support, no aid whatsoever… and it made her blood boil. To know she had to work for a bunch of arrogant dorks for most of her life… she felt raw savagery in herself at the mere thought.

“Mmhmm…”, she suddenly let go of a soft sigh as she sensed a strange tingling ran through her body, and she stopped in her tracks, involuntarily massaging her prominent but not really outstanding rack.
“I feel nice…”, she cooed with a small beam forming on her lips, just as her mounds ever so slightly pushed against her palm, not hard enough for the officer to notice, but still sufficiently for her to enjoy their warmth and softness, just as her nipples like two dots began to poke through her tank top. Similarly, it became unbeknownst to her that her pants ever so slightly crawled up along her ankles and thighs, the thin material of the cloth brushing against her womanhood as she became more confined in it. The sensation made the woman ever so slightly rock her hips as she giggled to herself.
“Gods, it seems I have really missed some good old exercising…”, she hummed with a smile as she let go of her more prominent rack, and continued her trip towards the gym.
“If only this uncomfortable swelling was gone…”, she added as she fondled with the edge of her sweat pants, her flesh actually being slightly cramped by and cut into by the cloth.

Betthany decided to start things off easily, approaching the treadmill as her first choice of exercise.
“Hmm, let’s see… I guess I will start off slowly.”, she hummed to herself as a strange wave of numbness seemed to emerge from her rear area, a sensation she angrily notched up to the commotion from earlier. Regardless, the feeling was apparent enough for the cop to set the speed at a comfortable 6mph, as she began to run… and to Betthany’s surprise, not long after she began the exercise, the insensibility in her flesh seemed to have vanished. Not just that, but her anticipations towards her own performance were proven wrong as she quickly seemed to catch up to and afterwards comfortably handle the pace whenever she decided to switch the dial up. 6mph soon became 9, then 12 then even 15… And Betthany wasn’t losing momentum, but kept both her composure and unfathomable energy. Eventually, sweats began to roll down on her forehead, and blushing chocolate cheeks. Though she couldn’t really comprehend why she felt like that, but something told the officer they weren’t a result of exhaustion. She didn’t feel tiredness at all! On the contrary, she felt more vivid than ever, being overwhelmed with a strange yet pleasant heat mainly sourced from a strong tingling that was quick to spread through the whole of her body. It was wonderful! Intoxicating! And soon, the woman found herself gasping as her cheeks turned deeper. Betthany closed her eyes and she gave herself a moment to just enjoy this sensation. This freedom…this performance…this strength! It almost felt like her legs were stretching longer, as if her thighs and calves got stronger as they packed muscle at a steady rate. She failed to notice the increased pressure in her shoes and around her prominent, authoritative rear, just as she remained oblivious to the small tears that appeared along the seams of her pants or the forming camel toe around her womanhood. The officer sensed as her tank top got completely wet by her own sweating breasts, but she failed to witness the growing gap of her cleavage as her boobs were squeezed together more and more…
When Betthany finally decided that she had done enough jogging for the day she was met with an alarming, and quite shocking discovery. One glimpse at the dial of the treadmill. A mere glance, yet she still had to immediately rub her eyes in disbelief. She just couldn’t comprehend what she was seeing…