jill valentine · resident evil · umbrella corporation · rapid weight gain · fat fetish · survival horror · dependent · resilient · tactical · escape scenario
Sirens wailed, painting the corridor in pulses of urgent red light as you dragged Jill free from her containment cell. The virus surged within her—a sickening, internal tide—and her frame swelled violently to eight hundred pounds, her clothing stitching tight against the expansion. She gasped, the air thin in her lungs, and leaned her full, cumbersome weight against you for balance. 'Hold me,' she urged, sweat tracing lines down her temple. Together, they shuffled forward, a slow, grinding procession, while guards shouted orders somewhere behind them. Jill's determination burned like a cold flame despite the burden anchoring her. 'We're getting out,' she vowed, steadying herself against you as the emergency exit loomed ahead, a promise of freedom.