Claire Redfield Fat

It was exactly one year since she survived the Raccoon City Police Station horror. The town being abandoned, she camped on the sixth floor of the nearest building. Everything was silent and quiet, not much action going on, she felt desperate and alone again. She was a beauty athletic type with full of energy and enthusiasm, a lot of random boyfriends and husbands would give a fortune to dip their ladles inside her golden honey filled vault. Her date of birth was 1979, height 169 cm [5ft 6.5in], and she was weighing in exactly 52.4 kg [116lb] when she moved into the abandoned apartment on the sixth floor. Winter came and days and months went by she didn’t even noticed it. No one came, nothing has moved in abandoned Racoon City, she was alone in the building and out of boredom, loneliness and desperation she went from apartment to apartment emptying all the refrigerators and deep freezers from food, she ate a lot. And I mean a lot. She didn’t even noticed but as the frosty winter days passed by outside of the window she saw white as she was filing up her gut with plenty of newly found chocolate, icecream, pizza and all kind of defrosted junk food. The building was eight floor height and had around 5 apartments per floor, which was around 40 apartments full of food. She ate and ate, visited the bathroom leaving a lot of dump behind and clogging a few toilets. There was a horrible awakening on the 9th of February when she found a family scale under one apartment’s bed and she stepped on it. Her eyes were full of horror and shock when she read the display showing exactly 140 kg’s [308 lbs] which was more than double of her initial body weight when she arrived to this abandoned building. In a moment she started doubting what’s real and what’s not her eyes watered she started crying and literally shat her pants out of shock and sorrow. She couldn’t believe it that she got so fat so fast. She quickly searched for a big wall mirror and saw her grotesque massive big ass body in the fog of darkness. She cried more and became so depressed that she went to the nearest bathroom sat in the bathtub and wanted to blow her brains out with her 9mm gun. Dark clouds and storm went through her mind, she was mad and going crazy, another month passed by, she didn’t shower anymore, she didn’t changed her clothes, all her will for life has gone, she was sitting in her underwear with her nylon stockings on in her boots. She didn’t dare to strip her boots cause the smell and stench would have dropped her unconscious, her toenails and nails in general was filthy and long, her breath was disastrous and she was not ashamed anymore to fart and shart big loud farts, as she sharted her already filthy underwear. She was a total disaster, but still she could not stop eating. Once a 100 pound sex bomb became this large creature, monster she didn’t know what to do, she remembered Wesker and many more males who had a hard crush on her, what would they say and think if they would see her in this state? Thinking these thoughts she became even more depressed, and started crying as she opened another large box of icecream from the nearby refrigerator