He's So...Heavy

I have an issue where I must hit every fictional man I see with my chubbification/dadbodofication ray. I love men who are thicker than a snicker and heavy like a chevy. It's just how my brain is wired ever since I was younger. I have chronic Moto Moto brain, methinks. I do take requests for characters though, for I think all men should be chunky. I'm also 20, so if you're under 18, get the fuck outta here.

[kismetslut]

dream date: we go on a 2-week vacation and you come home 20 pounds heavier

[auveriablue]

Got myself a cute chubby boyfriend. He really doesn't know that deep down I want to feed him until he cant move for a few hours and then have him watch terrible movies with me while I rub his tummy

Maybe one day. Til then I'm making a list of things to cook for him.

[stonedffa-deactivated20251212]

No, no I did not.

[hungrysapphic]

For anyone wondering why this distinction is important, the word "feederism" centers the feeder's experience which can play into misconceptions about weight gain kink being nonconsensual or exploitative. "Feedism" emphasizes the act of feeding itself and conveys more of a balanced and mutual dynamic between feeder and feedee. Plus it rolls (😉) off the tongue way easier!

[auveriablue]

So unbearably tired of only getting dates with fit or skinny dudes because all they want to do is go to the gym or work out at home.

I like fat men. I’ve always liked fat men. Never liked anything other than fat men (besides fat women) and I don’t think I ever will. I want someone who I can cook for constantly, who will ask for seconds and thirds, who wants to go to restaurants for a big meal and then snack and sit at the movies after but fat men who like to do nothing but chill and eat are far and few these days 😭 just let me pack someone a bowl and feed them

[auveriablue]

Chubby Konig HC’s

(It was only a matter of time before my urges got the better of me and I targeted him.)

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- Due to his anxiety, he sometimes forms bad habits to cope. He used to bite his nails, but since he mainly wears gloves all of the time, he had to come up with something else to cope.

- It wasn’t long before he somehow discovered stress snacking. It all started when Horangi offered him a candy bar when he was anxious before a mission. It kept him distracted long enough and actually made him feel better.

- It wasn’t long before he asked him for another. And another. Until all of Horangi’s stash was gone.

- Since then he always has a pocket just for snacks to munch on when he’s feeling anxious or nervous.

- At first the weight doesn’t show on him because of his height and he doesn’t notice himself, neither do his squad mates

- But as the snacking continues, the more weight he gains and then he can’t help but to notice.

-His teammates begin to notice some things about him too.

- Like how he struggles to buckle his belt before missions. At first it was nothing a little sucking in couldn’t fix but then he had to have Horangi help close his belt, much to his embarrassment but he insists that the belt was probably wearing down. Horangi just shrugged.

- Then he spent hours confined uncomfortably in a belt that was constructing his belly. It still didn’t stop him from snacking pre mission though.

- It wasn’t until after the mission, where he clawed to take his belt off and felt instant relief that he noticed something. He had a gut.

- Then it resorted to a whole bunch of problems for his anxious mind. Did the team notice his weight gain ?We’re the secretly making fun of him ? Did they think he was a fat pig ?!?

- Which only resulted in more snacking. Soon it wasn’t even snacking anymore, he was getting second and third helpings at breakfast, lunch and dinner.

- He ends up with a prominent and rotund gut. It affects his physical performance at first, but then he gets used to it. The team still doesn’t mention his weight gain but they’ve noticed it. Whenever there’s leftovers on base, they get passed to Konig. If someone doesn’t finish their plate, they offer it to Konig so it’s safe to say that they aren’t bothered by it at all.

[auveriablue]

Retired!DadBod!Logan Headcanons

(Picture is of Zombie Wolverine but that’s irrelevant, I saw the picture and it made me tingle so you get this. Also I don’t wanna hear shit about “He can’t gain weight because of XYZ” he’s been fat like thrice)

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- After retiring from the X Men for good this time, Logan settled down in a cabin in the forest. Same old story but it’s secluded and there’s no one to bother him and that’s what he likes. Charles fortunately gave him a hefty retirement fund, because he should after all he put the team through, especially Logan.

- Town is about a half hour drive but he barely shows his face other than to make a weekly grocery run or to go to the bar for a drink when he feels like it but he mostly drinks at home.

- The weight gain is slow at first. He’s still semi active, goes out and gets firewood, takes walks, goes for runs.

- Then some of the local aunties (meaning older women in the community not literal aunties) start to take notice of him when he comes to town. They know he’s not married, they watch him at the grocery store and he gets the same sorry TV dinners and a twelve pack of beer, so they try to welcome Logan into the community.

- He declines their offers at first but soon he’s getting approached by different women in the street, and they’re handing him huge Tupperware containers filled with different dishes and he’s basically strong armed into taking each one home.

- Logan doesn’t waste food. It’s a pet peeve of his and he’ll feel bad if these people make him all of this food and it just goes to waste so he ends up eating multiple meals a day just to get through them and they all smell so good, he can smell almost every ingredient working together in flavor harmony and sometimes he just can’t resist.

- He starts getting soft. Physically and emotionally, towards the community at least. He starts socializing more and he feels bad because he thinks they’re going to turn their backs on him once they find out that he’s a mutant but the opposite happens.

- One day, a gang from outside the community starts causing trouble and wrecking stuff, and even vandalizes a store belonging to one of the kind women that makes food specially for him and Logan’s claws come out and the gang is ran off. Logan gets ready to start packing and relocating but the community actually thanks him and shows gratitude towards him, begging him to let them repay him, which Logan tries to rebuff. He doesn’t want payment or anything.

- So how else do they show their gratitude towards him ? By making him more food. So much that it barely fits in his fridge, so he has to eat some of it in order to make room for most of it.

- And it takes five slabs of ribs, two pot roasts, a plate of fried pork chops, chicken cooked fifteen different ways and so many sides that it’ll make your heads spin but the weight starts sticking.

- Then he actually starts going to all the different banquets and cookouts and bbq’s the community throws and it starts sticking even more. People start having cookouts just to see if they can get Logan to come by so they can talk. He even finds out that a lot of people in town actually brew their own beer so he’s constantly being asked to try new and different brews. They value his opinion and love his brutal honesty and his advice on what they should change in their brewing methods and if he favors it high enough he’ll even find himself coming home with crates full of homemade beer (which also leads to the town throwing an annual festival where everyone comes together to see who has the best brew and Logan becomes the judge)

- It takes a few years but Logan eventually ends up with a nice round potbelly and then a full fledged hairy gut. It bothers him at first because he has to go and buy new clothes, his belts dont buckle anymore and when they do it feels like he’s being hugged slightly too tight and of course the thoughts and nightmares of the team finding him, seeing how he “let himself go” and ridiculing him and he doesn’t even think about fitting into his old suit. But he learns to embrace it whenever he has these thoughts. Sure, is it a little flustering when people of the community jokingly rub his belly for “good luck” ? It is and old Logan probably would have broken someone’s hands for saying and doing that to him but he knows how to take a joke now and even plays along about how rubbing his belly will only bring bad luck

- Which eventually happens when for some convoluted reason the team has to get back together. They track Logan down and his new figure is indeed a surprise to them. Gambit immediately starts cracking some fat jokes and laughing because it’s just so funny to him. He’ll try to touch Logan’s belly asking when the baby’s due and if it’s a boy or a girl and even a “We came down here to find Wolverine but Gambit thinks dat dis fella out here ate him ! Looks like Wolverine is tryna give ol’ blob a run for his money” and yes, Morph makes jokes too, shape shifting into Wolverine’s old figure before shifting into his current figure because they just don’t understand and keep shifting “See ? Fit, Fat. Fit, Fat. Before. After.” and Logan growls and releases his claws and they eventually get the message but will still make the occasional crack.

- Scott starts lecturing immediately. “How could you let yourself go like this ?!? We need you and you’re out here gorging yourself like a pig ? Can you even fit into your suit anymore ? Seriously Logan why would you do this to yourself blah blah blah”

- Storm, Rogue and Jean eventually get all of them to back off of him and stop commenting on his weight, which Logan is thankful for. Storm even compliments him and says the weight looks good on him and he looks happier, healthier, but to not let it get too out of control and that he should keep up with some work outs and if he wanted he could come to the mansion and use the danger room, not to chastise him or lecture him but it comes from a place of concern and she wouldn’t mind seeing Logan now and again, maybe more frequently because she, like the rest of the team, secretly misses him.

- Even if Logan does go, it’s not as if he’s suddenly weak just because he’s gained weight. He can still handle himself very well much to the surprise of the others but if he doesn’t join them, they can fair well enough without him, they just wanted the extra help and for him to be part of the team again. They still encourage him to visit the mansion or let them visit him. And some of them (not naming names but you can guess) actually secretly like Logan’s new bod.

- It isn’t very long before Logan goes from looking like a Wolverine to a full on bear. And it doesn’t really bother him. The only thing that really irks him is having to size up his clothes but other than that he learns to live with his weight gain and eventually comes to like the bigger him.

[auveriablue]

Brahms The Brat (Chubby Brahms x Reader)

(Brahms has been a spoiled and bratty little shit so you stop cooking for him as punishment. He doesn't take it well.)

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- Brahms had been getting lazy. He didn't even try to walk around the house for exercise anymore. All he did was laze about, eat, watch tv or read books.

- For most of the time, he'd get up and get his own food, but lately, he just asked you to get it for him, not bothering to get up and eat at the table.

- This only made his waist line balloon even more and it was getting harder to replace Brahms' wardrobe every few weeks, not that he cared if his shirt could barely contain his ever rounding tummy.

- He was the human equivalent of a fat, pampered, cat but you didn't really mind. He was more docile this way and at least he wasn't trying to kill you or hurt anyone.

- Until one day he had the nerve to throw a tantrum because you said no cake until he finished his vegetables from dinner. He complained that he didn't like steamed broccoli and that he wanted his treat now, while you explained that having treats is nice and while you rather enjoyed his plumpiness, he still had to eat balanced meals.

- He threw an absolute fit and even threw the plate on the ground, uneaten food spilling everywhere, as the plate, that thankfully didn't shatter, clanged loudly on the ground.

- He went on a tirade on how you were trying to starve him and how you didn't care about him.

- Scorned that the meal you worked so hard on was wasted, you stayed silent. You grabbed a broom, cleaned up the mess and left the room.

- The next day, Brahms awoke to see you doing dishes. From what he could tell, you had made breakfast but... where was his plate ? From what remained, he could tell that you cooked his favorite. French toast and berries with whipped cream.

- "Where's breakfast ?" He asked, tilting his head.

- "I ate my plate. Feel free to make yourself something." You said, in a monotone voice. "Just clean up when you do."

- He frowned. You weren't going to cook breakfast for him ?!?

- "What are you talking about ?!?" He demanded, growing more upset, especially since he was hungry.

- "It's obvious that you don't appreciate what I try to do for you, Brahms, so I'm done. I'm not cooking for you. Cook your own meals." You threw the dish towel aside and stormed out of the room.

- At first, Brahms was stubborn.

- Whatever ! He didn't need you to cook for him ! He still had his snacks !

- But the snacks didn't even last a day, since he ate them all to distract himself from you. So in the end, he had nothing.

- So then he decided that he'd cook his own meals !

- But he didn't know how to use a stove. He tried to fry an egg but ended up burning his hand touching a hot part of the pan, so he gave up and went to bed.

- In the middle of the night, he couldn't sleep. His stomach kept growling and his hunger pangs made him feel queasy. He put his hands on his tummy to try to get it to quiet down, but it didn't work, letting out silent whimpers and whines of frustration.

- It was then, when his stomach felt like it was trying to devour itself, he knew what he had to do. He got up and waddled to you room, cracking the door open to see if you had went to bed yet. Fortunately, you hadn't.

- "(Your Name) ?" He called out, shyly, pulling down the hem of his shirt, looking down.

- "Yes ?" You called out, not looking up from your book.

- "I...I..." he started to whimper. Then you heard sniffles, causing you to look up and see big pearly tears welling up in Brahms' eyes. He looked so pathetic that I tugged at your heart string.

- "I..." he choked on a sob. "I'm just so hungry !" He bawled. "I'm sorry for wasting your meal last night ! I'm sorry for acting so rotten ! I shouldn't have done that, I'll be good, I promise I won't ever do it again ! Please stop being mad at me !" He started to hiccup on his sobs, "I-I'll eat whatever you make me from now on, even if it's just steamed broccoli ! Just please, feed me !"

- You sighed and put your book down, getting out of bed, walking over to the sniveling man, resting you hand in his hair. He slowly looked up at you, chubby face wet with tears.

- "Alright, you've learned your lesson." You said, petting his hair. "I'll go make you something, now calm down." He quickly engulfed you into a large hug, holding you tightly, as you cooed at him, rubbing his back.

- "Shh, it's okay, it's okay. I'll make you some hamburger steak with rice and you can have a cookie for dessert, okay ?" You rocked back and forth with him.

- "Alright...thank you..." he said, voice soft. You smiled and pulled away, heading to the kitchen, Brahms following behind you.

- Brahms will always be a brat in other ways, but he never wasted your food again.

[auveriablue]

Chubby Cully (Chubby!Dadbod! Cullen Rutherford Headcanons)

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- Yeah, naw, this man was already chubby before I got to him.

- Remember when he said he needs to have his jacket let out at the ball ? It's because he gained weight and his jacket was tighter than it was when he was a young templar.

- Remember how he said that Sara kept trying to feed him cake because he looked hungry ? I suspect that he put himself on a diet but was being a grumpy butt, so she fed him.

- His armor just hides his chunkyness well but you can still tell that that man is thick around the waist.

- His weight sticks to his stomach, hips and ass (which is why those gross ass nobles kept groping his ass)

- He still has a lot of muscle, but his fat is just more visible.

- But he isn't in the field as much anymore and has a cushy new desk job and with Sara bringing him a bushel of sweets everyday, he's bound to put on more pounds.

- He tries desperately to diet along with exercise, but his diets keep getting sabotaged. Everyone has seen how grumpy Cullen is when he's hungry, so they get on board with Sara and feed him too.

- He also still eats like an active soldier, so he'll eat seconds, thirds and dessert even though he isn't as active on the field anymore and mostly sits behind a desk, doing paperwork.

- He also stress eats because it takes his mind off of lyrium, so there's that too. It's no wonder why he can't shed the pounds.

- But he also excercises, so he gets more of a musclechub body. Muscular arms and legs, thick thighs, juicy bubble butt and a pair of perky pecs resting on top of his rounded belly.

- He hates it at first because he's claims that he's 'letting himself go' but if he's in a romance with the Inquisitor, they're gonna show Cullen how much they really love his body and suddenly, he won't have a problem with the changes anymore.

- Even if he isn't in a romance with the Inquisitor, everyone will comment on how happy and healthy he looks and that he looks good. At first he thinks they're trying to butter him up, but they genuinely think that he looks good. And when he figures that out, he's a flustered mess but learns to appreciate his body.

[auveriablue]

Hungy Boy (Chubby!Brahms x Reader)

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- Let's just say that Brahms has a new nanny that doesn't believe in the doll being alive but also overcooks, because you want leftovers.

- But you also follow the rules because you suspect that these crazy old people might have cameras watching you, and the money is way too good, so it's a easy gig.

- Brahms will sneak down and eat his meals when your back is turned, but will also notice that you have made things that he usually isn't allowed to have. His parents never let him have sugar or treats.

- So when you go to sleep, he decides to sneak down and try some of the cake you had made and left on a cake holder, on the counter. He told himself 'just one slice'

- That didn't happen. As soon as he ate some, he couldn't stop. He had never had something so tasty. He ends up eating half of the cake, and is forced to stop at half, because he gets a tummy ache. Even though he wants to keep eating it, he doesn't want to get sick.

- You're like "What the fuck, I made a whole cake, why is half of it gone ?!?" when you wake up.

- Meanwhile, Brahms is in his little wall room, sleeping off a food coma, crumbs and frosting on his mask.

- He becomes practically addicted to sweets after that. He's literally like a little kid, sneaking extra cookies out of the cookie jar.

- While you think that you're really being haunted by the ghost of a dead kid who just really likes sweets, so, thinking that it'll appease the ghost, you start making more treats, as a sort of offering, thinking it's making the ghost be at peace.

- This goes on for a few months and Brahms eventually notices that he's having trouble squeezing in and out of his usual hidey holes and this his clothes aren't really fitting.

- He has to jump to put on his pants and his shirt keeps riding up and exposing his belly. He refuses to believe that its his fault though or because of all the sweets he's been gorging on.

- Eventually, he ends up exposing himself to you, bursting through a hole in the wall. You're fucking terrified, until you realize something after a few minutes of Brahms just sitting there, struggling and squirming. You then look and see how fucking chunky he is and realize that he's the one who's been horking down all of those sweets.

- A normal person would just leave him there. But, hearing him whine and try to squeeze through the hole is just so fucking cute, that you take pity on him. You try to stifle your laughs though, because Brahms is glaring at you.

- You somehow get into the walls and locate the hole that brahms is stuck in, seeing that his round tummy is being squeezed against the edges and his bubble butt isn't making it any easier. So you do plan A. Try to push him through the hole, gripping onto his butt and pushing with all of your might, telling Brahms to suck in. The problem is, that he was already sucking in, his gut is just too big. The pushing plan doesn't work, it just makes Brahms whine and cry out in pain because the edges are biting against his tummy and it hurts.

- So then there's plan B. Getting a hammer and smashing around the hole, making it bigger, so that Brahms will eventually be able to squeeze through, with some assistance from your pushing.

- Eventually, Brahms pops out and falls on the floor, jiggling. You help sit him up and get the drywall off of him. He starts pouting and whining because he's so embarrassed that he actually got stuck. He looks so cute, arms crossed over his chest, his hairy belly poking out of his too small shirt.

- You have to try to make him feel better about the situation. Even though he's the creepy wall man who's been raiding the kitchen and watching your every move, he'll insist that it's your fault that he got stuck because you made all of those tasty treats and made him gain weight, even though you didn't force him to eat them, he did that on his own, but he's never taken responsibility for anything in his entire life, so good luck with explaining that to him.

- Brahms eventually gets over it though when he's offered a cupcake, while you order him a new wardrobe online because his old clothes definitely don't fit anymore.

- Brahms becomes a little more docile when he's chubby and is stuffed full of treats. Sure, he's still a brat who's prone to temper tantrums when he doesn't get his way, but he's least likely to try to kill or hurt you now. Even if he does, all you have to do is present him with a tray full of cookies as a peace offering and eventually, he'll be too full to move, let alone kill you.

- But he becomes more of a brat and wants more attention, specifically, tummy rubs when he eats too much, but remember, it's "your fault because you make too many tasty treats !"

- But he'll also throw a fit if you stop giving him treats too.

- He acts like a spoiled rotten fat cat, who craves food and attention, or else he'll absolutely, positively, lose it. This is the exact reason why his parents never let him have any sweets but for some reason, they forgot to put that shit in their little rules list.

- So you give into his needs. You still make him walk around the house to get exercise, which he whines about, but you absolutely come to adore this chunky brat and he adores you too. And your baked goods.

[auveriablue]

Chubzawa (Chubby!Dadbod!Aizawa Headcanons)

(Spoilers for the manga)

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- It's all Hizashi's fault. Well, partially.

- Shota didn't eat a lot as is, and often skipped meals.

- So during his recovery, after losing an eye and a leg, Hizashi made sure that he ate breakfast, lunch and dinner, with snacks in between and threatened to start singing showtunes if Shota didn't eat every last bite.

- So combine that with hin being out of commission, he obviously started putting on the pounds, it just wasn't noticeable. At first.

- After he got back to teaching, he thought he'd had escaped Hizashi forcing food on him and that he could start shedding his extra pounds.

- That is not what happened. When he entered the classroom, he was bombarded by his students with multiple get-well gifts of food that they either made themselves or bought.

- Either way, he ended up eating all of it in the span of only three days, because he knew if he had just shoved them all in the fridge, he would've forgotten about the food and it all would've went to waste. It certainly went to a waist though.

- He also didn't want to pass the food off to anyone else. His students made those dishes just for him, he'd feel guilty if he just tossed them on someone else, so he promises to eat them all and enjoy every last bite, even if he ends up so stuffed that he's fit to burst.

- And when his student's aren't trying to feed him, Hizashi and the other teachers are, and it's just a never ending cycle of eating.

- The weight mostly sticks to his stomach, so by the end of the month, he has a round, soft, stomach that proudly sticks out.

- That's not all though. The increase in food increases his appetite, so now, he's almost always hungry and is always snacking while teaching lessons. His students don't mind it though, because he looks more relaxed.

- Aizawa eventually gets used to it though and doesn't seem to mind it too much. One night, while grading papers, Eri sat next to him and ended up falling asleep with her head on his stomach, mummering the words "teddy bear" before passing out. It made his heart explode.

- Another time, a cat approached him, started kneading his belly, before proceeding to take a nap on it. So yeah, he doesn't mind it anymore and actually starts to enjoy it for the fact that cats like to nap on him.

[auveriablue]

Old Cowboy (Chubby!Dadbod!Erron Black Headcanons)

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- He's finally got enough money to retire comfortably for several lifetimes. So what does he do ? Buy a ranch somewhere, where he can live comfortably and relax.

- He puts up his guns for good (well, not completely, he stilll uses his them to shoot cans in the backyard) and prepares for his hard earned relaxation, and he's got an eternity to enjoy it, since Shang Tsung had gifted him immortality.

- Buys a place in Outworld and a place in Earthrealm. He feels more comfortable in Outworld, due to him being there for so long, but he also still thinks of Texas as home. Also, it's nice to get away from Outworld bullshit from time to time, so his Texas farmhouse is sort of like his vacation house, his little get-away home.

- When he first moves into his Texas Farmhouse, he's immediately greeted by new neighbors, especially lonely, single, ladies, who come bearing gifts. And by gifts, I mean, food.

- Chicken fried steak, pecan pie, brisket, ribs, sausges, hamburgers, sheet cakes, tamales, frito pies, casseroles. Erron is surrounded by so much food, it could feed a village.

- At first, he's like "Ain't no way I can eat all this." But takes his first bite and he cant stop. He had forgotten how good food trom Texas was, so he's having a plate of everything.

- He also has a thing about wasting food. When he was little, his mom used to punish him severely for wasting even a crumb of food, so he refuses to waste or throw anything away.

- So the food's all gone in the span of maybe two days,because he didn't want to risk the food going bad and then having to waste it.

- You'd think that'd be that with his food adventure, but no.

- His neighbors who want to woo him take "a way to a man's heart is through his stomach." waaay too seriously. They also notice that Erron doesn't have a spouse or a partner, so its all a competition for who's dish will win Erron's heart first.

- Erron gets at least four or five full course meals at his porch in a day, and he eats it all. And it definitely starts to show over the course of a few months.

- It starts at his gut. He starts getting a little paunch that just gets rounder with all the food he's eating and the beer he's drinking.

- Then his chest starts to get a little fatter.

- Then his ass gets rounder and wider (that's his neighbors favorite part)

- He only notices it when he realizes that he has to work extra hard to buckle his belt, laying on his back and sucking in, just to get that damn belt to close.

- At the realization that he's gained weight, he'd just sigh, pat his gut and go get a beer. He figures since he's not a hired gun anymore, he doesn't have to worry about the weight and decides to just live with it. Sure, he might have to increase his wardrobe size, but he has the money to burn for it.

- It mostly sticks to his gut and his ass though, giving him a beer belly-bubble butt wombo combo.

- Doesn't go back to Outworld for a while because he doesn't want to risk anyone he knows seeing him and making fun of the fact that he got fat.

- Even if someone were to contact him for his services and he did decide to go back, him getting fat doesn't affect his shooting at all. He can still put a bullet in between someone's eyes from 50 yards away. He'll just go have a slice of tres leches cake after the job is done.

[auveriablue]

Retirement Bod (Chubby/Dadbod Leon Scott Kennedy Headcanons)

- After the world gets a little less fucked and he starts getting called on fewer missions and assignments, Leon just decides to call it quits.

- He's dedicated his entire life to fighting insane bioterrorism and he isn't getting any younger, so he turns in his gun and goes to live in a secluded villa somewhere.

- He finds out quickly that there isn't really shit to do in retirement and has a shit ton of free time on his hands. So he takes on cooking and baking.

- Just one problem though. The recipes Leon finds and cooks are meals made for families of at least 3. It's just him.

- He doesn't want anything to go to waste though and instead of just calling someone over to eat with or learning how to make smaller meals, he eats it all himself.

- It's just "Shit, I've made a whole family sized lasagna. Oh well." And just turns on a movie while eating the lasagna. By the time the credits roll, every trace is that lasagna is gone, even the burnt cheese at the ends.

- And because he's not on the field anymore, he doesn't have anything to help him keep himself spry and overly fit and he doesn't see the point in keeping up with his whole work out routine

- Mix that with the fact that he's 45 and doesn't have his 21 year old metabolism anymore, he packs on the pounds rather quickly.

- It starts at his stomach, then his chest, then his hips. And boy oh boy does it go to his ass.

- He doesn't even notice it at first, even when his jeans become tight and he struggles with the button. He doesn't even notice that his shirt rises up over his belly when he stretches.

- He finally notices when he bends down to pick up something and his clothes bursts like fireworks on the 4th if july. His pants split at the rear, his button ricochets off of a wall and a few fly off of his flannel too.

- And you know what ? He just shrugs it off and orders a new wardrobe online and sizes up. There are some times when he'll see a picture of his younger self and go "Wow look at me, I pulled so many women back then." And wonders if he could still do so now and sometimes pouts about him not being the slim fuckboy he was back then, but eventually stops caring.

- He still pulls women though. He still has his charm and charisma and whenever he goes grocery shopping in the nearby town, the women fawn over him because he's just so charming and they like his butt. He's gotten whistled at a few times because of his bubble butt.

- They towns women try to woo him by making him meals and desserts. Which, you guessed, only increased his weight. But he's a charming, single, man with a handsome face and a fat ass, and he can also cook, they're gonna try their darndest to seduce this man.

- After a year on retirement, he's at least 260-265, probably more, he stopped checking the scale a month ago.

- If someone like Chris or Claire or just whoever, comes knocking at his door with a whole "A new bioterrorism threat has started that can end the world, we need your help Leon, only someone with your expertise and experience can help us." speech prepared, they're gonna forget it as soon as the door opens and the first thing they see is Leon's gut.

- But it's their fault. A whole year goes by and they only check on the man when they need him to do something for them ?

- Chris would immediately go on a "How could you let yourself go like this ?" tirade, while Leon just stares at him blankly. He might even shut the door if Chris gets a little too mean with his tirade because he's not going to be insulted in his own home.

- Claire would just go "woah" and would try to beat around the bush and would try not to outright call Leon fat but Leon would just be like "It's okay, I know I got fat, no need to tiptoe around it."

- If Ada got a look at him, her eyes would be a little too fixtated on his ass and would totally blank out on whatever sly remarks or teasing comments she was going to say.

- If he does decide to come out of retirement to help, some cocky, young, new soldiers who've heard rumors of all of accomplishments, would definitely not believe that he's THE Leon Scott Kennedy.

- "This whale is the legendary Leon Scott Kennedy ?"

- "The only thing that fatass is taking down, is the local buffet."

- "Is this some sort of joke ?"

- Only to shut the fuck up when Leon proves that he's still got it. Despite not exercising for a year and eating whatever he wants, he's still pretty light and quick on his feet and he's still good with a gun. He's what you would call "Acrofatic".

- When the task is complete, he'll be begged to come back to the field but he'd decline. He likes his new life but they can call him whenever there's another big threat and he'll be willing to lend a hand. But for now, he's gonna go home, drink a beer, eat some cookies and take a nap.