Poor Claire Redfield was completely helpless, at the mercy of the blob filling her throat with itself, and the rest of her body with fat. As her calorie intake soared, Claire was struggling just to stand up. If she couldn't keep on her feet, then how the hell would she be able to stop this thing...? She heard her clothes begin to rip once more, the black skinsuit covering her swelling breasts slowly tearing to expose her doughy cleavage. That's when she realized she couldn't and might as well give in and enjoy it. But as the girl was about to give up hope, the blob began to slow, and then pulled away entirely.
The confused woman spat up gooey chunks of the sugary monster, shaking her head and trying to snap out of the daze she was in. As soon as her mouth was clear, she gasped for air, and saw what had startled the blob. A bright spotlight passed through the alley as a helicopter passed overhead. The blob didn't seem to like that at all, because it quickly oozed back into the building it came out of, as if it were hiding, leaving the plump Claire Redfield to fall on her much cushier ass in confusion.
She had gained quite a bit of weigh, packing the pounds on said ass so much that her shorts were now starting to look like underwear. Her tits were so big, they had already tore her clothes, and her belly sagged almost down to her knees and covered her thick thunder thighs. She looked down, triple chin obstructing the movement, and began to whimper.
Claire Redfield had suddenly become a total fatass at 415 pounds.
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