Slip out the back exit

She could neither proceed nor face telling him why she needed to leave. She had scared herself by how much she wanted to sleep with him that night.

On the way back from the washroom she spotted an open exit near the kitchen, and, impulsively, she decided to make a break for it. She stepped out into the cold air and felt relieved, despite how little thermal protection her minidress gave her.

"Disappointing."

She wasn't even surprised to hear the little man's voice. She felt the pleasant butterfly sensation in her chest once again, and instinctively clutched at it. Her breasts grew in her hands. "I'm sorry," she pleaded as they kept growing.

"No, you're not. You don't want this. I've given you so many chances. Clearly I'm going to have to be a bit more aggressive with my work." The sympathy she'd heard in his voice before was all but gone,

She look down at her cheat. She had expected them to stop growing after a cup size but this time they didn't. She found herself suddenly much more **** to his power. She tried to squeeze them to stop them from growing but they pushed out into her hands incessantly. Despite the trauma, she was still unable to do anything with her back other than arch it.

"Please!" She found herself unable to do anything but beg.

"I gave you many chances!"

Approaching the size of small melons, tears started to fall from her eyes. Her emerald dress was stretched to its limits.

Only at that absurd size did the butterflies start to fade.

"We're going to the gym," he said, waving his hand.

Her world warped around her.

"No, this is stupid. No way." She found that she couldn't cover her breasts even with both arms across them. She could no longer even fold her arms.

Her melon-sized breasts were barely contained by her new gym top. Practically a plunge-cut bra, they displayed her tits from every angle. Barely a band connected the two halves at the front. They were joined by wet-look leggings which, too, left nothing to the imagination.

She sensed the absence of anything underneath them, too.

"Even if I wanted to, how am I meant to exercise in sneakers with a -- what are these? -- three inch heel?!" She waved her foot in his face.

"Woman, you're not here to exercise. You're here to be seen." As he spoke, she felt the butterfly sensation in her head, which was concerning to her. He continued, waving his hand, "You're not leaving here until you finish your routine or find a man."

To her surprise, her legs started walking by themselves into the main gym floor.

She looked like a deer in headlights as she entered the room. Trying not to think about her predicament, she hobbled over to one of the vacant machines in her useless sneakers. She sat down, arched her back and stretched her arms wide to reach the handles and set to work.

A few people turned to look at her. She saw them turn to look for the source of the noise, but their eyes locked straight onto her chest.

For the first time, it felt good to be stared at. Tingly all over. Especially down below; a familiar nice sensation. She felt turned on. She blushed and looked at the ground. She asked herself under her breath, "What the fuck was that?"

She went for a few more reps but had to stop again. She could feel the stares from men around her in her core, heating.

She did one more to complete the set.

"UNGGH!" She surprised herself by letting out an overtly sexual moan, instead of the small grunt she was used to making.

Making it to the end, she decided she had had enough. She was doing everything she could to call for attention, and the attention was stoking a unstoppable flame where her panties used to be. It was unbearable for her.