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Smack! Smack! Smack!

The noise echoed down the concrete corridors and channels of the Raccoon City sewer system. Ada Wong winced at the sound, once again regretting how stupid she'd been to get herself into this mess.

Her job here had always been to track down a sample of the G-Strain at all costs, but there were a few other loose ends her employers would have liked taken care of while she was there. One of these was the recovery of a different sort of viral agent, some sort of less than lethal anti-espionage measure used to stop theives, spies, and saboteurs.

Her mission briefing hadn't informed her of the effects of the virus, but as luck would have it, she'd wound up finding out first hand when what she'd assumed to have been a simple decontamination chamber sprayed her with an inescapable dose of it. Within minutes of infection, the virus began its cruel work on her metabolism and the spy found herself struck with a hunger worse than any she had felt before.

At first this voracious side effect made her fear she was infected with a strain of the T-Virus. However, as she passed by the cells where the test subjects for the virus were being held, what had happened, and was going to happen, to her became horrifically clear.

Even as she entered into one of those empty cells and mindlessly began to guzzle from the unused tube connected to its feeding systems, the sight of those test subjects haunted her. Men and women so freakishly obese they could barely breath, could do little else but to suck down the calorie-rich sludge that both sustained them and ensured that they'd be bound to their bariatric beds by their own bulk. Despite witnessing the plight of these test subjects, and the knowledge that she was infected with the same virus as them, it still took hours upon hours for Ada to muster the willpower to pull herself away from the feeding tube. By the time she had it had been almost too late for her... possibly still could be if her newfound girth prevented her from escaping the horrors that still lurked every corner of the doomed city.

At least her hideous hunger had been satisfied and at least she could still move. She'd managed to download all the research she could on the virus and taken a case of samples, determined that if she was going to bear the weight of her mistake then she'd at least complete what she had started.

Ada grunted and panted loudly as she leaned against a wall to catch her breath, her stomach gurgling hungrily. More noise from her heavy, out of shape body. More ways some creeping monster could track down its next lunch.

Her flabby chest rose and fell before her, her belly curving like a mound of dough under her tight red dress. The outfit looked even worse on her from the back, rolls of back flab spilling over the top of it and two massively swollen buttocks pushing up its hem to expose her chunky cheeks and a pair of panties meant for a much smaller woman.

Another loud gurgle from Ada's stomach made ada sigh, and she started moving again. Having read over some of the research as the data downloaded, Ada had a better understanding of the virus, and she didn't like it. The initial hunger was the most immediate effect, but even once that was sated the effects on the body, though subtler, still remained. Her body was changed now, her metabolism reworked to both hold onto body fat and turn as many calories as it could into more weight while still keeping her alive. The Umbrella scientists were impressed by their horrible little creation's effects, but implementing it practically would be a challenge considering the caloric intake needed for the more physical effects on the body.

That said, even just maintaining her weight now would be an uphill battle unless a cure could be derived from the research. Ada had decided to give up on obtaining the G-Virus in her current state and was now heading for extraction. Her superiors would be pissed, but she hoped that her previous track record and the data they could collect from her infection with the fattening virus would be enough for them to want to cure her... if not...

A shudder ran through her flabby body as she once again thought if the bedbound test subjects.

As she began to move again, the loud smacking sound returned, the noise of her hefty buttocks slamming together with every step. Normally it might have been a sound too quiet to be heard, but in the deathly silence of the echoing sewers, the noise was defeaning to the normally stealthy woman.

Ada's heart nearly stopped as the sound was drowned out by a louder pounding noise, growing in intensity as the loud footsteps brought the monster making them closer. Ada gasped in terror as she saw a T-103 Tyrant looming over her. One of Umbrella's mindless huntsmen, the gigantic, trenchcoat-clad humanoid would do anything to eliminate its targets and retrieve company property... even if said property was already being retrieved.

"Crap, not NOW!" Ada groaned as she glanced at the briefcase she carried in one hand before raising the gun she held in the other.

So day nine's prompt for Octummber2k20 is "Monster", and the Resident Evil franchise was one of the first to come to kind, and Ada Wong makes a pretty cute fatty. Speaking of, I'm now realizing this kind of reminds me of a really good pic Ray-Norr did, must have stuck in my mind so I feel like crediting them with the idea!

Description
Smack! Smack! Smack!

The noise echoed down the concrete corridors and channels of the Raccoon City sewer system. Ada Wong winced at the sound, once again regretting how stupid she'd been to get herself into this mess.

Her job here had always been to track down a sample of the G-Strain at all costs, but there were a few other loose ends her employers would have liked taken care of while she was there. One of these was the recovery of a different sort of viral agent, some sort of less than lethal anti-espionage measure used to stop theives, spies, and saboteurs.

Her mission briefing hadn't informed her of the effects of the virus, but as luck would have it, she'd wound up finding out first hand when what she'd assumed to have been a simple decontamination chamber sprayed her with an inescapable dose of it. Within minutes of infection, the virus began its cruel work on her metabolism and the spy found herself struck with a hunger worse than any she had felt before.

At first this voracious side effect made her fear she was infected with a strain of the T-Virus. However, as she passed by the cells where the test subjects for the virus were being held, what had happened, and was going to happen, to her became horrifically clear.

Even as she entered into one of those empty cells and mindlessly began to guzzle from the unused tube connected to its feeding systems, the sight of those test subjects haunted her. Men and women so freakishly obese they could barely breath, could do little else but to suck down the calorie-rich sludge that both sustained them and ensured that they'd be bound to their bariatric beds by their own bulk. Despite witnessing the plight of these test subjects, and the knowledge that she was infected with the same virus as them, it still took hours upon hours for Ada to muster the willpower to pull herself away from the feeding tube. By the time she had it had been almost too late for her... possibly still could be if her newfound girth prevented her from escaping the horrors that still lurked every corner of the doomed city.

At least her hideous hunger had been satisfied and at least she could still move. She'd managed to download all the research she could on the virus and taken a case of samples, determined that if she was going to bear the weight of her mistake then she'd at least complete what she had started.

Ada grunted and panted loudly as she leaned against a wall to catch her breath, her stomach gurgling hungrily. More noise from her heavy, out of shape body. More ways some creeping monster could track down its next lunch.

Her flabby chest rose and fell before her, her belly curving like a mound of dough under her tight red dress. The outfit looked even worse on her from the back, rolls of back flab spilling over the top of it and two massively swollen buttocks pushing up its hem to expose her chunky cheeks and a pair of panties meant for a much smaller woman.

Another loud gurgle from Ada's stomach made ada sigh, and she started moving again. Having read over some of the research as the data downloaded, Ada had a better understanding of the virus, and she didn't like it. The initial hunger was the most immediate effect, but even once that was sated the effects on the body, though subtler, still remained. Her body was changed now, her metabolism reworked to both hold onto body fat and turn as many calories as it could into more weight while still keeping her alive. The Umbrella scientists were impressed by their horrible little creation's effects, but implementing it practically would be a challenge considering the caloric intake needed for the more physical effects on the body.

That said, even just maintaining her weight now would be an uphill battle unless a cure could be derived from the research. Ada had decided to give up on obtaining the G-Virus in her current state and was now heading for extraction. Her superiors would be pissed, but she hoped that her previous track record and the data they could collect from her infection with the fattening virus would be enough for them to want to cure her... if not...

A shudder ran through her flabby body as she once again thought if the bedbound test subjects.

As she began to move again, the loud smacking sound returned, the noise of her hefty buttocks slamming together with every step. Normally it might have been a sound too quiet to be heard, but in the deathly silence of the echoing sewers, the noise was defeaning to the normally stealthy woman.

Ada's heart nearly stopped as the sound was drowned out by a louder pounding noise, growing in intensity as the loud footsteps brought the monster making them closer. Ada gasped in terror as she saw a T-103 Tyrant looming over her. One of Umbrella's mindless huntsmen, the gigantic, trenchcoat-clad humanoid would do anything to eliminate its targets and retrieve company property... even if said property was already being retrieved.

"Crap, not NOW!" Ada groaned as she glanced at the briefcase she carried in one hand before raising the gun she held in the other.

So day nine's prompt for Octummber2k20 is "Monster", and the Resident Evil franchise was one of the first to come to kind, and Ada Wong makes a pretty cute fatty. Speaking of, I'm now realizing this kind of reminds me of a really good pic Ray-Norr did, must have stuck in my mind so I feel like crediting them with the idea!