Officer Josephine Hemendez pulled out a fork and some plates.
"What are these for?" she asked.
Then, Josephine spotted a note wedged between two plates, pulling out and reading it.
"Inside your partner's box is a cake, laced with a flavorless, odorless concentrate of the bimbo virus strain. Once ingested, it affects the body exactly like having sex with a bimbo would, transformation and all. You and your partner will offer your tainted treat to the guards, and when they're nothing but voluptuous brainless airheads, take their guns and head out."
Josephine looked over as Colin mashed his hands in the cake.
"What are you doing?!" the officer angrily mouthed.
"Looking for a file or something in here." Colin said.
"The cake was the answer you idiot!" Josephine snapped.
"Oh...." Colin said as he ate the mashed up cake.
With moments, Colin was doubled over in anguish as his member slid inside him and pussy lips formed over the gap. His body hair melted off as the hair on his head grew long and full. His nose shrank, his lashes grew, his lips plumped up. With thunderous cracking, Colin's waist bowed in as his hips bulged off, capped off by his ass rapidly swelling to engulf his... her briefs like a thong. The rest of the fat bubbled up and shot out as a nice, free swinging set of DDs. With a moan and a surge of cum, Cailin the bimbo was born.
"What's going ooOOOOOOON!" a guard yelled as he was drug against the cell, smashing lips first with the lusty bimbo.
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Game Over: Something tells me the note would've been BAKER with the cake!