munch munch yum yum

Shane moaned into his mouth involuntarily. The words stung, mean but true. He pulled himself out of Ilyas grasp to look at him. A hurt expression settled on his face, and he tugged his sweatshirt down more.

"What, you think it's a secret? Your little girlfriend fattening you up?" Ilya said, amused, trying to sneak his hand under Shane's sweatshirt. Shane smacked his hand away.

"Oh come onnn, Hollander. I've been dying to see you myself. The paparazzi photos are driving me fucking crazy." Ilya crowds Shane closer to the wall.

"You don't know what you're talking about." Shane says meekly.

"Really?" Ilya goes to slip his hand under his sweatshirt again, teasing the hem of it. Shane looks away. Ilya slides his hand under and glides it across the soft fat sitting below his belly button, barely resting over his waistband. Shane whimpers at the touch, his knees buckling.

Ilya cut him off, his hand sliding under the hem to squeeze Shane's plump tummy. “Fuck Hollander. What is she feeding you?"

Shane groaned, his hips jolting forward instinctively at the touch. "Ilya, she's not—"

The words died on his tongue. She's not my girlfriend, and she isn't feeding me. He rubbed a hand over his face, desperately trying to regain his composure as Ilya took a step back to look him up and down.

Shane wanted to dissolve into mush right there on the floor. He could only imagine what Ilya was thinking. He knew exactly what he looked like: thicker thighs padded with fat, rounded hips testing the structural integrity of his denim seams, and a soft, heavy belly pushing against his sweatshirt. His cheeks were rounder, too. He’d read the headlines, and they weren't kind. He knew exactly what the world thought of him.

"She's not my girlfriend," Shane muttered, looking away. "We only went on two dates. We're just friends."

Ilya's face remained unreadable. Shane braced himself for the inevitable onslaught. Why did you let yourself go? What is wrong with you? And to be fair, something probably was wrong with him. He stuffed himself until his belly was swollen and aching at every opportunity because it was the only thing that filled the void.

But it was more than comfort—it turned him on. A lot. Watching his body expand, despite how taboo it was, kept him constantly worked up. Even the mean things the tabloids wrote about him only turned him on impossibly more. But there was no universe in which he could admit that to Ilya.

Ilya’s lips curled into a smirk. "So, you got this big all by yourself?"

Shane's hand flew down to cup his throbbing cock, trying to will the friction to stop. He scowled, but his breath was short and his head spun from how hard he was.

"Oh, are you going to come for me? I haven't even done anything yet." Ilya’s smirk faded into a heavy, dark stare. "At least take your sweatshirt off. I want to see what you've done to yourself."

With a low groan, Shane gripped the hem of his fleece. Ilya was being an absolute asshole, which only made Shane want him more. He pulled the fabric up slowly.

Ilya let out a low moan, stepping back into Shane's space. He pressed his thumb deliberately into a lone, pink stretch mark zinging up from Shane's lower belly.

"God, you're driving me crazy. You eat so much your poor body can't even keep up?" Ilya smoothed his palms down the sides of Shane's waist, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. "Growing so fast your skin can't adjust. Fuck, I always knew you were greedy, Shane, but this?"

Shane desperately gripped Ilya's wrists, his head tilting back. "Please, please, I need—I'm going to—"

"Going to what? Come just from me touching your fat belly?"

ilya is absolutely infatuated with shane’s stomach. shane is an avid moisturizer thanks to yuna, so he’s soft all over, but the skin on his stomach is especially smooth. ilya is obsessed with rubbing and kissing it during sex obviously, but it’s more than that.

anytime they’re cuddling, ilya’s hand is up shane’s shirt. he’s scrolling on his phone, rubbing a hand firmly up and down shane’s stummy. sometimes he’ll shove his head under shane’s shirt so he can lay on his stomach. shane gets nervous and takes the shirt off when ilya’s been under there for too long because he doesn’t want him to suffocate.

when shane’s making dinner, ilya is constantly yelling at him to take off his shirt. if shane refuses, he comes over and does it himself, planting a kiss on his belly.

he loves his hard abs in the morning, but also how his stomach distends a little after dinner. he loves that he can hear shane breathe and his organs work to digest when he lays his ear on his tummy.

he especially loves watching shane workout shirtless in their basement gym, hot and sweaty and panting. watching his breath go in and out behind his bellybutton makes him feel mushy inside in a way he can’t put into words. he watches as it goes from in and out and in and out to a more slow in out as shane cools down.

years after they retire, naturally shane gains some weight and doesn’t keep up with his grooming as much as he did when he was constantly naked in the locker room and doing photoshoots all the time. and ilya dieeeesss. he loves the little trail of hair up from his groin and the softer give to his stomach. the skin is still just as soft and still makes a good pillow.

(a) Ilya’s favourite way to tease Shane about his weight

(b) Connie’s favourite way to tease Big Hud about his weight

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Thank you for the penny, i eated it.

I think Shane is always pushing for meaner because he #needs it. I saw a post earlier talking about how shame and sex are the same thing for Shane, and I want everyone to know that is the ultimate truth for me. Idk why, but I was having a harder time writing Ilya and was possessed by Connie. Connie is a woman who knows what she wants, and what she wants is to be mean to poor Bighud, and Bighud is so desperate for it.

Ilya:

-"Look at how tight your belly is, hm? Your poor belly. You really don't know when to stop, do you? Just keep eating and eating until you physically can't have any more." Ilya has his fingers threaded through Shane's hair, gently pushing his head down so he can see his swollen gut.

-"Every time I turn my back, you have something in your mouth. You can't possibly be this hungry, you're much too big to be so hungry."

-"Those baggy sweaters aren't hiding anything, my love, sorry. Your little belly is always pressing right against the fabric, telling all your secrets."

Connie:

-"Can you save any for me? Jesus bunny, I haven't even had a bite."

-"Are you blushing because it hurts, or because you’re ashamed of how wide you've gotten? Good. You should be ashamed. Mommy is proud of you, though."

-"I love how pathetic you look right now. Stuffed completely full, breathing so shallow, and leaking through your underwear just because I’m calling you fat. Just for me. Mine."

-"Look at those deep red lines your belt left in your skin. You’re literally bursting out of your clothes because you can't say no to Mommy. It’s sad, really."

-"You look absolutely ridiculous. Squeezing into these tight pants just to come over and look nice for me, and then you eat enough for three people. Pathetic."

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov Characters: Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander Additional Tags: Weight Gain, Fat Ilya Rozanov, Fat Shaming, specifically from the media and reddit, not Shane (but he likes it), NBA fans will recognize this premise lol, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary:

Shane still feeling a little bit of a way about it but knowing how much Ilya was super into it enforcing they have a safe word moving forward in case anything he says actually tips from sexy to hurtful. It doesn't. Ilya eats it all up (after all he's good at eating anything clearly). But afterwards Shane is always extra caring and tender, giving Ilya's body extra attention showing him how much he really loves it. - @snugshane (anon since can't ask from sideblog)

thank you! ❤️ this sat in my inbox for a bit (sorry!), and then yesterday after reading @bighollanov 's incredible post about chubby Shane using reddit to humiliate himself, something clicked...

I think Ilya and Shane both figure out pretty quickly that they're into Shane fat-shaming Ilya, but you're right: whereas Ilya wants Shane to dive right into it, Shane needs some guardrails to ensure he's not actually going to hurt his boyfriend. Ilya's rolling his eyes but like, fine, if it'll get Shane to the point he needs to be quicker, then yes, kotik, we can have a safe word, can it be "Pike", and Shane is like "what the actual fuck, why would you suggest Hayden as a safe word!??!" and Ilya is all "because that is how you react ha ha ha"

Anyway they eventually decide on one (lawnmower) and Ilya is excited, thinking that Shane will now feel free to rib him a little about the size of his gut. Shane might even call him "fatass" again; Ilya has jerked off to the memory of that exchange a handful of times.

But Shane takes his time. That night, they have normal fucking boring sex, even though Ilya tries to goad Shane into getting started - "I am very full," he says when he climbs on top of Shane, "maybe too heavy for you", and Shane just says, "Hmm, we don't have to fuck, then, you can just rest and digest". Ilya tries again: "You look beautiful, like real hockey player. Not fat, like me", and Shane replies, "You look fine, baby." ????

What Ilya doesn't see is that after they finish and flop side by side in bed, Shane is scrolling through subreddits gathering inspiration. Shane can be a dick, sure, but only up to a point. If he's gonna make Ilya feel really good, really intense, he needs to understand what the actually fatphobic assholes are out there saying.

The next morning, when Ilya stretches out in bed, his soft tummy melting onto the mattress next to him, and says, "I will go prepare breakfast," Shane says: "Jesus, slow down."

"Hm?"

"You've been awake for fifteen seconds and you're already thinking about food."

Ilya is half-hard quicker than he's ever been.

Shane peppers comments in throughout the day. Every time Ilya's cock softens again, Shane returns with an increasingly pointed barb, so that Ilya's whipped back and forth between horny and not until it all blends together into a constant state of arousal. First it's "you sure you should be eating all that?", and then it's "fuck, Rozanov, you've really let yourself go", and then, when Ilya pulls off his shirt to get into the shower, "ew, no one wants to see that!". Ilya is dying. He wants to bend Shane over this instant but it's also part of the game, the refusal to give in. In the shower, he gives his flabby belly an extra jiggle and watches Shane squirm.

They don't even make it all the way through the day. By the end of the shower, Ilya is so thoroughly worked up he can barely think, and he suspects Shane is too. He grabs Shane's wrist and tries to force him into bed, using his new mass to finally edge out the immense strength of his boyfriend, but Shane resists and says: "Not yet, tubby. Get in front of the mirror."

Ilya stands in front of the full-length mirror and is confronted with the reality of what he's done to himself: thick all over, beyond thick, everywhere soft and flabby. His leaking cock is prevented from rising to full mast, losing the fight for space against his hanging belly. He watches in the mirror as Shane's eyes rake slowly up and down his body.

"You used to look like me," Shane starts. "No. You used to be even leaner than me. I was jealous, you know."

Ilya gulps.

"And now - " Shane presses a large palm over one of Ilya's pecs. Fat spills out between his fingers and below his hand. "You've let your greed and gluttony win." He slides his hand down over the roll that bridges from under Ilya's moobs to his mid-back. "It's so apparent on your body, the fact that you can't control your appetite."

"Tell me - " Ilya begins to command, but Shane shushes him.

"I was getting to that part," he says crossly. "I was about to list out all the evidence: your squishy double chin, pudgy upper arms, drooping moobs, bloated gut, blubbery love handles, plump hips..."

"Wait," Ilya interrupts. "Did you look at... what is the word? Dictionary?"

Shane blushes so intensely that the confirmation is obvious before he even says, "It's called a thesaurus, and no."

hollanov's matching anterior pelvic tilts

[+ bonus:]

Happy Sunday to everyone who loves chunky Shane Hollander (he’s winking at Ilya here of course)