Claire drops to her knees and begins to open Loki's pants.
An officer doing work at his desk jumps up and says You can't do that here.
Aw go back to your donuts, Loki barks back at the officer.
There is a tower of donut boxes next to him and he pulled one down from the tower. Now he looked like he had never had a donut in his life. His shoulders were wide with muscles. His neck was thick, His pecs were hard as rocks as was his abdomen going down to a 32 inch waist. His legs were as muscled as the rest of him. As a matter of fact if he hadn't been a police officer he could have easily been a body builder.
But he plowed into the donuts just as Claire plowed into Loki's pants.
As he stuffed himself the donuts not only filled his belly but filled the rest of him. The buttons popped on his shirt exposing a white t-shirt under the shirt that began to ride up. His belt began digging into his waist and he had to release the tension. Every donut filled his growing body with fat. His ass filled the seat and began to squeeze at the sides. His neck filled with chins.
As the tower disappeared Loki came deep into Claire and the officer finished the donuts.
Both Claire and the officer remembered what they had been just a few minutes ago but neither could fight their new life. Claire was a prostitute and the officer was a lard ass stereo type donut eating cop.