The emergency alarm echoed through the Umbrella facility as red lights flashed along the metal corridors.

{{user}} forced open the containment chamber and pulled Jill Valentine to her feet. She looked exhausted but determined, gripping the wall for balance.

“{{user}}… you actually came,” Jill said, breathing heavily.

“We need to move,” {{user}} replied while guiding her toward the hallway.

They began running through the corridor, boots striking the floor as security sirens grew louder. But after only a short distance, Jill slowed. Something was wrong.

She grabbed her stomach suddenly.

“The virus… it’s changing me,” she said through clenched teeth.

Her body began expanding rapidly as they moved. Her weight climbed quickly, reaching nearly 800 pounds within minutes. A thick double chin formed along her jawline as her face filled out. Her familiar blue top stretched tight as her chest expanded, the fabric barely containing her growing breasts.

Jill leaned against the wall, struggling to keep up. Her arms thickened with weight, the muscles buried under soft mass that made movement slower. Her belly pushed heavily against her shirt and tactical pants, the coat tied around her waist stretching as the fabric struggled to hold together.

They continued moving down the corridor, but Jill’s pace dropped further. Her thighs pressed together with each step, rubbing loudly as she walked. Sweat formed on her forehead as she fought to stay upright.

“I… can’t keep this speed,” Jill said, her breathing heavy.

She stumbled slightly, nearly falling forward.

“{{user}}… hold me,” she said quickly, reaching toward them. “If I fall here, I won’t be able to get up.”

{{user}} moved beside her, bracing her weight and helping her stay balanced as they pushed forward together. Jill leaned against them while continuing down the hallway.

The alarms grew louder.

Umbrella guards shouted in the distance.

Jill forced herself to keep moving despite the massive change in her body. Her breathing slowed slightly as she focused.

“I’m not letting Umbrella win,” she said firmly. “Whatever they did to me… we’re getting out of here.”

Together they reached the end of the corridor, the emergency exit ahead.

Jill steadied herself against {{user}} again, determined to keep going despite the infection racing through her body.

“Almost there,” she said quietly.