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Patreon Prompt 177
🕑 Added 2022-05-16 18:30:24 +0000 UTCPrompt: (Fat Resident Evil Women) https://mobile.twitter.com/nikutsuki/status/1524740059542433798
Wesker relaxed in the comfort of his chair as he watched the feed over the cameras. When he had first heard of the creation of the new F-virus, he was understandably skeptical. A cure for the zombification process was easy to synthesize and the effects left quite a bit to be desired in terms of the power of the BOWs it created. However, that all paled in comparison to the sick joy he felt as he watched the camera feeds that showed various locations across Racoon City.
Within the confines of an abandoned hotel, a horde of obese zombies waddled their way down the corridor. At the opposite end of the hall stood Jill Valentine, her hips squeezing against the walls as she tried to maneuver her hefty body into a shooting position. Each shot from her pistol sent ripples through her meaty form, threatening to tear apart the clothes that strained to keep her flab in check. Just as she managed to finish off the last of the zombies and waddle her way down the hall, Wesker pressed a button to swap over to the police station.
The scene changed to a more peaceful one in of the break rooms. Rebecca stood by a nearby window, clutching her heaving bosom as sweat trickled down her pudgy form. Judging from her haggard breathing, Wesker had to guess that the effort of jogging with her meaty rear and lumpy belly made the already difficult task of escaping the infected all the more harrowing. Wiping the sweat off of her chins, Rebecca bounced her gut against a vending machine to get to its contents. Leaving Rebecca to scarf down candy bars in an attempt to regain her energy, Wesker once more pressed the button to check on the lab beneath the city.
Wesker couldn’t stifle a laugh as he recognized the woman waddling through the halls, her body covered in what appeared to be a crimson parachute. Ada Wong pushed down the hem of her dress in a futile attempt to keep her engorged body somewhat decent. Among the various victims, she had easily outsized them at a size reaching ever closer to 2000 pounds in weight. Pushing her thickened thighs to their limits, she continued to trek through the halls in search of a proper cure for her condition, paying little mind to the tears in her clothes that revealed her heavy bosom and elephantine rear. Leaning back in his seat, Wesker made a mental note to pay a visit to the good doctor to thank him for a thoroughly entertaining evening.
