Scott gets a little chubby

                                    

                                          
This is more of a weight gain sort of vibe but also like Scott has a food addiction and Afton just like chubby men (if Henry can attest to anything)


Scott woke up and groaned, stretching. Another morning, lonely in a bed. Afton had... disappeared. Scott knew it was bound to happen at some point, but he still hadn't gotten over it. Since then, Corporate has only doubled his work load and Scott had no time to hisself anymore. It was a constant stressor and he had no way to distract from it. No more husband, no more outlets. But he had one thing, food. He ate when he was bored, he ate when he was stressed as a way of procrastination, he ate when he was sad and when he was lonely (which was very often). 
 He stood up from the bed and flexed his shoulders before going over to get his work uniform out of his closet. He took the button down and dress pants from their respected hangers and sat back down on his bed to put his pants on, one leg carefully after the other. He bit his bottom lip, unable to ignore how tight the pant legs had become around his thighs, fitting like unforgiving skinny jeans. They didn't used to notice but he couldn't deny it anymore. He had to suck in his stomach a little just to do the button. He stood again and put his shirt on, his arms didn't face much trouble, but the midsection felt cinched around his pudgy gut. He tucked his shirt in, reaching under his belly to shove it into the waist line of his pants. 
 He was scared to let out his breath, embarrassment tinging his cheeks. He fixed his hair in the mirror and grabbed his bag. His cat meowed around his legs, weaving in between and nearly tripping him. She had gotten older, but so had he. Though unlike Scott, she hadn't changed much. 
 "Alright, babes." Scott said, deciding against pushing the limits of his too tight shirt, and didn't bend over to fit her. He felt even bigger today and he couldn't figure out why. He groaned, putting a hand against his midsection without knowing it and went to the front door. A violent hiss from his cat made him stop and turn around. Her tail was spiked and fluffed, her back arched as that evil noise escaped from her. She was looking at the hallway that his bedroom was down. "Peaches?" He asked nervously, using his cats real name in hopes of getting her attention. She took a couple steps back, hackles still raise. 
 Rrrrrooooow
 Scott set his bag down and swallowed, sucking in a breath. He should just leave, but something was wrong. There was someone in his house. Scott was pathetic and cowardly, and had no intention of fighting anyone. He probably couldn't fight anyone, and Peaches wasn't much of a guard dog. 
 "Here kitty, kitty. Don't worry, sugar-sweet. I won't hurt you." The voice was deep and gravely, but it was smooth and... familiar. Scott seemed to have lost his voice. Peaches stopped her hissing and fierce screams and her fur laid flat as though she had never freaked out in the first place. Scott watched in terror as she loped lazily down the hallway towards where the voice had come from. 
 "No, peaches-" Scott caught himself, but it was too late. Heavy footsteps began to stomp towards him and there he was, standing tall and at full pride. A massive rabbit, covered in long, dingy fur. It's rubbery face wrinkled into a grin, it's eyes squinted in a smile. Peaches was laid around his neck, nuzzling her face against the rabbit's. "Oh god..." Scott whispered, brown eyes blow wide.
 "Hello, Scotty." Afton said, reaching a hand up and caressed Peaches gently, fingers just barely gracing her fur. 
 "No..." Scott murmured, shaking his head. He laughed, suddenly. "No! No, this isn't real. I know it isn't, because you're gone and Springbonnie hasn't been in use for-"
 "For six years." Afton filled in, scooping Peaches up off his shoulders, cradling her in his arms, dangling his fingers over her and allowing her to swat at them. "And how old must you be now, dear Peaches? Gosh, nine? Already?"