Colin loaded up a pistol and spotted a black spray can hanging on a hook. He pulled it off carefully and read the label on the side: "Maleco brand Mace, created from jalapeño and habenero extract. Spray directly in the eyes or any other sensitive area, will cause a twenty minute long burning sensation with three minutes. Keep out of reach of childern... blah, blah, blah."
Colin stuffed it in his pocket and made his way up the entry ramp. With every step, tension in the muscles built up until he darted up the stairs.
The bimbo horde on the inside was a sizeable, humping, kissing, exposed mass. Exposed... and vulnerable. Colin pulled out the can of mace and read one very important warning:
"Do not rupture or dent this can."
Colin got an idea, and grabed some abandoned safety goggles and a breathing mask. The mask was crusty inside, but it would work.
He shook the can up and tossed it into the horde. The bimbos lay there dumbfounded, scratching their heads and running their fingers underneath their swollen lips. Colin sat there as the horde gathered around the can on the floor.
The gamer shifted up, took aim at the can and let off three shots. Two of them his bimbos, but the third punctured the canister, causing it to spew aerosol pepperspray all over the place. Bimbos wailed in pain as the stinging burn overtook their eyes, lips, and oozing pussies. As the horde rolled around in pain, Colin slipped out the door into a hallway, licking his lips for some moisture.
'That was easy.' Colin thought to himself as he let out a giggle.
Unbeknownst to him, he had inadvertently swallowed dried infected bimbo cum stuck on the inside of the mask. His lips swelled up like they got a bee sting as his bodyhair vanished.
Colin didn't notice, all he knew was that that dried gunk tasted really good for some reason.
He licked the inside of the mask as his body continued to morph. His fat adjusted it's position as his ass started to swell to twerk girl proportions and his chest started to pump up. These areas got more sensitive, bringing on waves of pleasure that overrode the pain of his hips bowing out as his waist sinched.
He was... she was loving it. The transforming victim giggled.
'Hello Cailin, like, you were always a girl. Just look at your titties!'
The raven hair on her grew grew long like her nails as the bimbo mindset took over. Cailin squeezed her new DD tits with lust, her new pussy oozing with cum and lust.
The girl stripped naked and admired herself in the closest mirror she could find. Colin was gone; A porcelain skinned, busty, yummy bimbo looked in the mirror and giggled in a fully feminized voice as she strutted off. Cailin was hungry for some cum, no matter who it came from.
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Game Over: Lack of caution, thy name is Colin... err... Cailin Greys.