Colin ran in and found himself at a dead end. Not just any dead end though: this dead end contained four holding cells.
"Guess this is the brig..." Colin thought as a realization hit him.
He angrily spouted, "Damn it, wrong turn!"
The gamer then became aware that these cells were not empty.
In each one, lay a single inmate in navy garb.
Something wasn't right here, though. In, the brig to his right, there was a woman with long, shiny brunette hair in a uniform far too big for her. In the cell, next door, a redhead giggled and absent mindedly played with her DD breasts, moaning loudly with every squeeze. Across from it, a curvalicious black girl stuck her long nailed hand out through the bars.
"Heh, I guess these ladies could be called the "Bimbo Brigade"..." Colin nervously joked to the ominous form in the cell behind him.
Colin was immediately greeted by a metamorphosizing man wailing out in aunguish grabbing onto him and knocking his rifle to the floor.
He had long blonde hair, a womanly waist, slender legs, and shrinking muscles.
"HELP ME!" the man pleaded as his frame crunched down to be just below eye level with Colin.
"Stay back !" Colin yelled as he reached for the gun, seeing the victim's face warp and contort into a hyper feminine form with big, soft lips.
"You need to h-h-HEEEEEEELP!" the victim cried out, his member pulling into his body as pressure built in his ass and chest.
"I can't!" Colin yelled as he reached for his gun.
"You gotta... gotta... ah.... AHHHH! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GAAAAWD!" the victim squealed as her ass ballooned out to rapper girl size and two soft DD breasts burst from her chest.
She fell to her knees desperately grabbing onto Colin's gun as he got a grip on it, inadvertently shooting him in the head.
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Game Over: No joke, cracking a pun was probably the least appropriate response.