Femdom growth and other enhancements

The dim circle of her flashlight spread onto the wires, hundreds of fluorescent sparks being born in its cold light. Sparkles that danced against the abyss of the surrounding night, and sparkles that allowed her a quick glance at the situation and fence as well. She found what she was searching for: as the pale pond of vision overflowed most of the barrier, her amber eyes were immediate to take in the edges that were all pointing in her direction in a hostile manner, but even more importantly, that edges that were symmetric and unnatural suggesting the presence of human work. The officer had little to no doubt about it: the fence was sliced open. A hole, just barely enough for an adult man to press himself through it, but one spacious adequately for her to crawl through without any major difficulties. Furthermore, the way the very end of the wires glimmered also served as a suitable proof of the cut being flesh.
“It seems it wasn’t a false alarm after all…”, a rather concerned and slightly agog feminine voice echoed through the alley soon followed by the unmistakable sound of a long-range comlink unit, before the same voice was heard again.

“Anderson to Stevens, Anderson to Stevens. Jeff, can you hear me?”
“Loud and clear. Have you found anything yet, Betthany?”
“Confirmed. There’s a fresh hole on the fence, around the size of a fourth grader. No tools, no footprints at all to follow. But someone must have entered the restricted area.”
“Understood. Keep on track and report anything suspicious.”
“Is it wise to enter on my own? The intruder must be in possession of something sharp, I’m certain about-“
“Anderson, correct me if I’m mistaken, but you aren’t given payment for whining. You are a police, not a schoolgirl. Use your skills! GarganCorp has abandoned this store for five years now. There’s nothing of worth inside to steal. I’m pretty sure it’s just a homeless searching for shelter against the storm. You are not afraid of old jerks, now are you, Officer Anderson?”, and the voice died in a satirical laughter of mock that caused the ebony cheeks of the woman to turn darker with heat.
“I will enter the buildings. Officer Anderson out.”, she scoffed into the device before turning it off and barely smashing it against the brick wall of the department she was standing at the base of.

“Fucking arrogant prick!”, she muttered to herself with pain flashing through her eyes. Nevertheless, she took the end of her flash between her teeth, crouching down and squeezing herself through the hole left behind by the intruder. Her slim and agile body fortunately provided her with quite the favourable circumstances in order to slip in quickly. Only her slightly above average, firm and round derrière rose difficulties, but here actually…
Shriiip
“Crap! Stupid, stupid outfit! It is supposed to provide me with some sort of protection, yet it can’t even withstand a fucking wire…”, the cop huffed and cussed once the flashlight was out of her mouth and she was back on two, examining the torn material that left a hole around the size of her palm on her left cheek and upper thigh. Even a hint of her pink panties was visible making Her flush with embarrassment.
‘Amazing! Another defect those assholes can mock about…’

Betthany Anderson had spent nine years of her youth as a police officer, but her connection to the ‘guardians of law’ dated back way further in her childhood. In fact, in a way she could say that they, her colleagues, superiors and few subordinates, were not just her coworkers, but also her family. Only they never felt like one. Or could they? It was hard to tell, as she had zero reference to compare their presence and behaviour to. Betthany was an orphan. Ever since she was born, or rather ever since her first memories of this world, Beth counted herself as an orphan. She didn’t know who her parents were, she had no memories of them, therefore she had no idea what the term family truly meant. She had never met an atmosphere that she could truly call homely or even amicable. No one ever wanted her. She was the only girl in an all boys orphanage, and she was the only one with dark skin, soft lines and high-pitched voice. Barely anyone played ever to her, and she couldn’t have dolls or stuffed animals or anything a girl could hug. Only little cars, toy pistols and wooden swords that never really interested her. Furthermore, she was a late maturer making her the smallest of her so called friends. She often gathered dark bruises and and painful scars all over her limbs. And she often cried. Nobody liked crying. Nobody came to her aid when tears sprung in her eyes, and if anything, it made her only less desirable to anyone. To orphans and parents alike…
Beth was 10 years old when the orphanage she never called home closed its gates. She was among the three last orphans, whom all got adopted by the local police department. Jeff was the other, and a dear friend of Betthany the third. He died five years ago in a crossfire. Ever since then, it has been only Jeff and Beth. One would think this was enough of a cause for the two to become closer. Wrong. Jeff hasn’t had a kind word to the woman ever since. And unlike Betthany, he rose in ranks becoming her direct superior. Salt in the injuries, at least from Beth’s point of view. She hated and despised the man. She hated him for her cocky and condescending attitude, and she despised him for the way he kept showing off to the so called ‘hot chicks’ of the station with her successful cases. It’s worthless to say that she never received any increase in her payment. But she had no choice, no home to go to, no education above the average cop, and thus, no opportunities to break free. She had to stick to Jeff…

The death of the night was shaken up by the scream of rusty rods, soon followed by the mourning sound of an antique , slipping door and the woman stepped into the light. The trembling beam of old, unused fluorescent lights spread onto a young officer in her late twenties or early thirties, providing adequate brightness for one to take in her features. To have a glance at her heart shaped face and plump, sensuous lips. To notice the way her teeth shimmered in white for a mere second only as she began to look around with her mouth half open. To have a look at her short, wavy chocolate curls that fell on her shoulders, or her ebony cheeks that hid blushes a lot more efficiently than the casual. At her sailor blue shirt with short sleeves allowing a glimpse of trained, athletic and toned arms, possessing a police emblem above the chest and a slight bulge at the same place where the C cups rested. At her dark, thick pants that were somehow still torn at her rear allowing a direct look of the same ebony that matched with the pink of her panties. And finally, at her round, muscular buttcheeks that posed imposingly and authoritatively at the very same time. The woman was a true beauty of her own, not a supermodel, nor a bimbo yet still a pleasant sight for the eyes and one to lust for. She was ideal, an ideal target to bring havoc on this world and the man came to the same conclusion…

“Hello! Is there anyone here?”, Betthany tried to provide her shout with as much confidence as possible, yet she still had the impression that her words’ final authority fell short of expectations. But at least, she was at the right place, she had no doubts about it. The lights were not supposed to be on, which indicated human presence. This theory was further confirmed by the moving shadow that she noticed between the numerous containers from the edge of her eye.
“Hey, you there! SHOW YOURSELF!”, and with her electric shocker raised defensively, the woman began towards the far edge of the room.
“Resistance is futile, and impossible. It’s way less painful and problematic for the both of us, if you just step out with hands raised in the air…”, she continued carefully moving her gaze from hole to hole expectantly, when suddenly she felt the presence of a person behind her.

“Ugh!”, she hissed as piercing pain cut into her left buttcheek, almost immediately followed by the whole of leg and rear becoming numb. With her remaining composure, the woman spun on her heels getting face to face with a grinning man, and almost instinctively, she pushed the shocker against her attacker’s chest giving him a fair amount of electricity. The man’s body began to shiver and he collapsed onto the ground, but not before Beth felt searing pain in her right arm, and looking up she just managed to see him pushing a syringe with some green liquid in it in her, before finally collapsing. The officer’s eyes went wide open and her cheeks and lips all pale as she took an unstable step backward, casting her gaze down to her rear. There, right at the hole in her uniform, she saw a similar syringe sticking out of her flesh all empty. Betthany Anderson quickly tore out the weapons from herself but a mere second later she was already lying on the ground unconsciously atop the attacker she disarmed moments before. Her comlink device broke the silence that fell on the store.
“Anderson, report… Anderson! ANDERSON…”