Make That Character Fat 2026

Retired Scott Hunter who isn’t working out the way he used to, but still eating like a professional athlete.

Retired Scott Hunter who is still attending charity galas and art installation openings with Kip.

Retired Scott Hunter whose bespoke suits, over the course of a couple years, are looking snugger and snugger until the night he can’t fit into any of them and they have an event to be at in two hours.

This is what I’m thinking about on the daily, anon.

I’m imagining Scott’s been gaining slowly in this situation, a few pounds here and there, every year he softens up just a little bit more. So he doesn’t exactly notice that it’s happening, especially when Kip just sizes up Scott’s clothes without saying anything about it.

There’s less and less events where Scott needs to wear a suit, maybe once or twice a year. Until there’s this art installation opening that Kip has been excitably talking about for weeks, and Scott of course makes sure that they get to go.

Kip has his back turned to Scott, putting his shoes on. Scott’s putting on his suit and blinks when he can’t even get the pants over his thighs. They’re tight around his calves, and he has to slowly inch the fabric up each leg to get the pants around his waist. Thick love handles puff over the waistband like dough that’s been over proofed, and even the well structured tailoring is struggling to contain the meat of his thighs. Embarrassment swells up in Scott as he looks down, partly because how did he not realize that he’s gotten fat, and because he’s sweating just from trying to get his suit on. The waistband is below where it should naturally sit, because there’s way too much belly in the way to get them up all the way.

“Are you almost ready, baby?” Kip asks, turning to Scott as he stands up straight. He has to adjust his glasses, and silence fills the room as they stare at each other.

“I can’t go out like this.” A thread of insecurity weaves through Scott’s voice, he can’t look Kip in the eye.

“No, no. It’s okay, we can figure this out, I’ll help.”

Kip crowds into Scott’s space, tugging on belt loops and slowly but surely inching the pants up to where they should be. He thinks of all the ways Scott’s changed since retirement, the strands of grey streaking through his dark hair, how he smiles so much more than he ever did while playing.

And, of course, the forty pounds Scott’s packed on over six years.

“There, now lay back on the bed.”

“This is mortifying.” Scott mumbles, watching Kip work and suddenly aware of how his belly doesn’t even flatten when he’s on his back. It’s a perfect dome, obscuring his view of Kip when his husband leans in closer to try and get the button to close.

“Hey, no self deprecation. We’ll just get you a new suit after tonight. Now lift up your belly for me, I can’t see the button.”

Scott feels his cheeks heat up even more, but he reaches down and lifts up his overhang so Kip can get to work. It takes a few minutes, but he hears the zipper slide up and Kip exhales with relief then leans back.

“There, zipper and button all taken care of.”

Scott slowly sits up, and the button miraculously holds.

He’s going to have to do something nice for his tailor soon.

“What about the suit jacket? That’s not going to fit either.”

“Wear it unbuttoned, no one will really care.”

“I will.” Scott mumbles, looking up at Kip for a moment.

Kip runs his right hand through Scott’s hair, and his left rests on the fold between Scott’s belly and his pecs that have softened enough to rest on his stomach like his belly is a shelf for them.

“You look good, Scott. So good.” Kip’s eyes are dark, his pupils blown wide.

Scott gulps, but lets out a nervous laugh.

“Is that how tonight’s gonna end?”

Finally getting to this, anon I thank you for your patience.

Scott donates to the Irina Foundation on a very consistent basis so he’s always invited to charity dinners, even as Ilya jokes that there should be a no dinosaurs allowed policy. But a few years of retirement have changed Scott Hunter.

He’s making the rounds, saying hello to everyone, and he’s got a belly that enters the room before he does. Scott looks so happy, and Kip is definitely appreciative of the changes retirement has brought to his husband. His hands lingering on Scott’s back and slowly trailing down to softly squeeze a love handle. When they take pictures it naturally lands on the crest of Scott’s belly.

Ilya is a very observant man, we all know this. So he sees this and… he’s jealous? Of Scott Hunter? It’s an odd feeling and it makes him feel insane because if he expressed this to Shane it would come out wrong and create a misunderstanding. Ilya doesn’t want Scott Hunter, or his very nice husband who is certainly out of Scott Hunter’s league.

What he does want is the ability to take up space like that. Ilya isn’t a small man, he’s tall and has a body that people go crazy for. But he’s spent his whole life being shoved into the background, especially around his father who wanted a son who didn’t argue or act out. This realization that he wants to take up space and enjoy it leaves him feeling unmoored, and in classic Ilya fashion he grits his teeth and shoves it down.

Until the career ending injury that hands him an early retirement on a silver platter.

It opens the floodgates on the thing he’s been denying himself for a few years now, because he can sleep in most days if he wants to, he doesn’t have to go on grueling jogs that never satisfied his desire to move. So he quits running, mostly focusing on strength training because he’s always loved that. And he’s always eaten whatever he wants, but he’s not burning calories like he used to.

It’s not long before a small swell of fat coats his abs and softens all the hard lines and edges of his body. Filling in places that were crafted to have one purpose. Ilya would be nervous about it if Shane wasn’t so fucking enthusiastic about the weight. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t need to. Ilya wears an old Boston shirt and is making breakfast in the kitchen, he turns and Shane’s zeroed in on where the shirt no longer covers the hang of his belly.

Shane then proceeded to blow him as Ilya leaned against the kitchen counters, his face flushed from the act but also from the large breakfast currently sitting in his stomach.

Yeah, it’s clear Shane likes this.

With all his free time, Ilya devotes himself to the foundation and spends his days there. Hockey was something he did, and he did like it, but seeing what the foundation has done for people is better than that. Fuck the Stanley cup, this is something that Ilya has built with the love of his life. That’s so much more special. He comes home before Shane, and he’s also gotten very into cooking so he makes dinner for the both of them. More often than not, Ilya finishes these dinners and has to lay down on the couch and forget his plans to have mind blowing sex with his husband because he’s too full to move.

A year goes by, and there’s the year end party for the Irina foundation. Shane spots Scott and Kip, dragging Ilya over to the two men. Scott looks Ilya up and down, and can’t help himself by chirping him just a little.

“Looks like retirement suits you, Rozanov.”

“Hm, yes it does. And I could not let you be fattest retired MLH player.”

Scott laughs, and says Ilya still has some catching up to do. Shane turns to look at Ilya and sees a fire in his eyes… and it clicks. Of course it’s a competition, and that’s something Shane can get behind.

A few weeks go by and Ilya is stirring homemade pasta sauce when Shane walks through the door. He’s carrying a box from the bakery they buy Ilya’s birthday cake from every year and he sets it on the counter. Ilya raises an eyebrow, turning to face Shane.

“Have you finally gotten too many concussions and forgot when my birthday is?”

Shane shakes his head, coming closer and putting an arm around Ilya’s increasingly thickened waist.

“No, you asshole. I got you a surprise, for after dinner. Smells good, by the way.”

Shane is smirking, and Ilya always is driven wild when Shane is being coy.

“Okay, keep your secrets.”

They eat dinner, and Ilya has enough pasta to make him need to pull down his sweatpants and let his belly take up more space. He leans back, letting his eyes drift shut for a moment.

There’s a hand on his belly a few moments later, and Shane is standing over him. The bakery box is on the table and all the dishes are cleared, Ilya looks up and puts his hand over Shane’s.

“What is this?”

“Your surprise.”

Shane opens the box, and a dense, moist chocolate cake is inside. Ilya stares at it, his eyes widening for a moment.

“Shane… I am very full. I don’t have room for cake.” Even though he can feel his mouth watering as he stares at the chocolate mirror glaze coating the cake.

Shane hums, cutting him a slice anyway.

“You want to be bigger than Scott Hunter, right? I’m sure he has dessert every night.”

Any resolve Ilya had crumbles then and there, reaching for the fork on the table until Shane lightly swats at his hand.

“I’ll feed you, baby. All you need to do is open your mouth.”

Scott retires from playing hockey at about the same time Kip is in PhD Dissertation Hell (#MyKip works in a museum or gallery or is working on a PhD, not continuing to work at the Kingfisher like book Kip). yeah, guy's bodies change when they retire, but Scott has put on quite a bit of weight, which Kip swearssss he has Nothing to do with. but his friends know he likes bigger guys and our dear kipper is also a stress baker and writing your dissertation is stressful and who is he to not offer his boyfriend some of his baking. Scott could just say no to the baked goods he's being offered but he doesn't so really he's doing this to himself and it's not Kip's fault he's getting fat. Elena doesn't buy it

@slutforglut got a similar ask to this and I think answered it really well so I don’t have a lot to add but anon I love #YourKip give that man some ambition and his own career, he deserves it.

Scott is suddenly grazing on desserts nearly every day, banana bread at breakfast, snickerdoodle cookies at lunch, a red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting at dinner. He’s not a fan of waste and Kip just keeps baking so he has to keep up and basically eat a whole cake basically by himself.

Dane is already portrayed as the indulgent, youngest son of the king. His father already thinks he’s lazy and unfocused, but now imagine Dane is fat. He’s still got many lovers, but his penchant for indulgence extends to his appetite.

When he goes to stay with the Lunare, he’s teasing Finn just as much as he does in canon, but this time Finn can’t keep his eyes off of the Solari prince’s body. Finn is so tightly wound, and his body is something he needs to have a lot of control over to be the perfect prince, naturally. But something about the youngest Solari prince attracts him. Dane is Big, his fingers are thick and he wears a lot of rings that catch the light just right during meals. When he sits down for meals, his belly brushes against the table even when he’s leaning back a bit. He takes up space and commands attention because of his size, and has no shame about eating his fill and then some.

That night, when Finn knocks on his door and Dane answers shirtless, he takes Finn’s breath away. He fills the doorway, a thick arm over his head as he leans against it, his belly is soft near the bottom, and taut up top showing that he’s clearly full. He’s panting a little, and grins so smugly when he notices Finn’s eyes take in all of his body with barely contained lust. He’s known for a while that his body turns Finn on, but now is his opportunity to actually rile him up.

You are absolutely cooking here. Like I imagine him getting that super serious, slightly intense look in his eye as he stares down a reporter. Everyone laughs because he surely can’t be serious.

Right?

Scott’s learning how to take it easy, there’s no more morning skates or meetings with a nutritionist to make sure he holds onto the muscle mass he has to maintain during the season.

He gets really into designing the new apartment him and Kip recently moved into, because this is their space and it’s historic, which Kip adores. Scott’s perusing antique furniture in all the free time he has now, and while walking to it he sees a bakery that he hasn’t been to in years. He can’t help himself, so he goes to get a treat (or two) and shit he forgot how good their cheesecake is. And he’s doing so much work to find all the right pieces for the apartment, so he deserves a treat. He’s slowly becoming a repeat customer to all of the local antique stores and bakeries, because amassing a collection of one of a kind pieces takes time, and he now has very strong opinions about which ones are the best to go to. Some of the shops are kind of small though, and hmm the ones with two floors seem to have narrower staircases than he remembers.

There’s also more than a few pap photos of Scott walking down the streets of NYC and he’s eating a croissant while window shopping, a white shirt clinging to his middle and he’s got a bit of a double chin when he’s looking down.

Everyone quickly learns he was not messing around.

Kip also thinks it’s very hot how his husband is learning how to install antique French doors that he found, so they can have them in their bedroom. All that effort works up an appetite, and Kip is happy to provide Scott with snacks. His big (could be bigger), strong man is so dedicated to making the home of their dreams, what more could Kip ask for.

He comes home from work one day and Scott is sat on the floor, the pieces of their new chandelier for the dining room beside him as he puts it together. Kip stops in his tracks, because Scott’s gotten Big. And Kip knows this, they sleep next to each other every night and they had sex just yesterday. But seeing Scott like this, wearing some old clothes that fit better forty pounds ago is different. Scott’s belly hangs out from the hem of the shirt, and his thighs crowd against each other even though his legs are slightly parted.

Kip wanders over to him, kissing Scott on the forehead.

“What are you working on, baby?”

“Just figuring out the wiring for the chandelier.”

“You know, we could pay someone to do that.”

Scott would shake his head and his eyes are a little narrowed.

“I’ve got it.”

Kip grins and laughs a little at how stubborn his husband can be, and goes to change out of his clothes for work.

“I’ll be right back, and call me when you’re ready to get off the floor.”

“I can get myself off the floor.”

“Sure, baby.”

Kip goes to change, putting on one of Scott’s hoodies and a pair of sweatpants. He worries about his husband’s knees, because even before putting on weight Scott’s knees were giving him trouble. And getting up off the floor has been a much less easy maneuver for Scott these days. He lingers by their dresser, just waiting for a few minutes to go by.