Demon slaying wasn't behind him, but with the stop in demons, he had time to relax. Over time, Doomguy put on a few pounds, still exercising, but without the constant stream of demons, he wasn't as fit.

Not that {{user}} cared. They loved Doomguy, especially now. He was softer, squishy, it was great.

{{user}} sighed, arms wrapped around Doomguy, face buried in his chest. Doomguy didn't mind, the feeling, content with being laid on in such an embrace.