Yorick sighed as he let go of the hem on his sweater. "It's hard to believe I used to fit in this... It was one of my favorites." He looked down at the stomach, protruding from under his sweater, the bottom of his belly stripes plainly visible. He'd been attempting to wear the silver-grey sweater that he'd dug out of the closet for classes today. All of his clothes were dirty, and to his dismay his dirty laundry had somehow disappeared (likely into the rooms of two about-to-be-in-trouble cats.) He couldn't have washed it if he'd wanted to.

He used to be in much better shape. He wasn't shredded by any means, but he was trim and cut a nice figure.

He still cut a very handsome figure now; it was just a couple dozens of pounds heavier.

It was all that damn sabertooth's fault. Gryn was a sweetheart with a sweet-tooth. It had to be at least once a week that he'd sauntered into Yorick's office, tray of freshly frosted cupcakes, gooey cinnamon rolls, or sprinkled-coated donuts in hand. At least, those were Yorick's favorites. There were others for sure, but whenever he'd get offered one of those, he almost always took too. It kept the hunger at bay, he got a couple of homemade treats, and he got to see his blue boyfriend smile with those cute oversized fangs.

Yorick had tried to keep the pounds off when he realized what he had started to gain. He even downloaded a calorie counting app. Sure, he made exceptions and didn't log *every* treat (especially not Gryn's. He wasn't about to do that math.) but he'd been logging most of the things he ate. He'd even tried to say no a few times, only to cave and take one when Gryn looked crestfallen.

It wasn't much at first, just a few pounds over the course of a couple months. But over time that added up. Now, he was in his early fifties and notably rounder than he'd been before. He was pretty sure he'd be able to keep from gaining much more over the coming years...

The wafts of cinnamon coming from the kitchen said otherwise.

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Yorick is my older sona, but he's normally only about 7 years older than Sieg and Gryn. But as the three grow older, he's going to be the one hitting that "old man daddy" vibe first. He already has some white in his muzzle-stache, and he dresses like he's a decade-and-a-half older.

It's been my head-canon that as he ages, he puts on weight due to Gryn's hobby of baking. My friend made this lovely drawing of an age-progressed, plumped-up Yorick :3