gainsey

It's Ilya's idea, he tells Shane he wants to do a surprise date night and to leave everything to him. Ilya lays out an outfit on the bed while Shane showers, also leaving two 5mg gummies on the bed with a note that says 'eat these and put the clothes on'. Ilya has laid out pants for Shane that he's pretty sure barely fit him anymore, a button up shirt that is definitely a size too small from the way it clings to his pudge, and a belt that Shane had needed to add holes to so he could keep wearing it. Shane had no idea what's going on but he goes with it, trusting Ilya and eating the treat left out for him.

Ilya drives them to the restaurant, one hand on Shane's plush thigh and the other on the steering wheel. He keeps stealing glances at Shane, he looks so good like this. He was thicker than he'd ever been before, he had a new soft layer of fat covering his abs, his thighs spread out when he sits down- Ilya was having trouble keeping control already. He took a deep breath to ground himself and think about anything other than how Shane has to put the seatbelt lower now, almost under his belly.

They arrive at the restaurant, Ilya leads the way to a dining room with low lighting, and they're sat at a table in the corner of the room. Shane had been a little hungry before they even got ready, he was starving now. He also noticed he felt a little floaty, and it seems like Ilya noticed too, he put his hand gently on the side of Shane's face. Shane leaned into the touch and sighed with content, blinking slowly before focusing on Ilya. Ilya was looking at Shane with an adoring smile on his face and told Shane he'd be choosing for him tonight. No negotiations, just Shane letting Ilya take control. Shane's stomach fluttered with excitement, he loved it when Ilya decided to call the shots. Shane nodded with his head still in Ilya's hand, and then pulled away as their waitress came over. Shane watched her explain the menu, how they could flip the sign on their table to either stop or continue being offered meat, and the salad bar on the other side of the room- he didn't even bother retaining any of it, knowing Ilya was going to tell him what to eat anyways.

Ilya took stock of Shane from across the small table they were sitting at, his eyes were slightly red and he had a dopey smile on his face. Ilya flipped their meat sign to green and the first waiter came over to carve some meat onto both of their plates. Shane's mouth watered, he looked at Ilya for the go ahead to start eating. Ilya gave a small nod to let Shane know he could begin. Shane quickly ate the five slices that were on his plate, then looked at Ilya for more meat- the waiter with the next type of meat was nearby, but not at their table yet.

"So impatient malysh, take mine too." Ilya placed three more slices on Shane's plate, "Eat those before the next one comes, ok?" Ilya smirked to himself knowing the next round was only a few minutes away, but he could tell how hungry Shane was. He would have no issue clearing his plate in time.

Shane was finishing his last piece when the next round of meat came by their table, where Shane was given five more slices of a new kind of steak to try, Ilya was telling him what the names of each one were and their descriptions. Shane was cutting his slices into smaller bites but that didn't slow him down at all, he cleared his second plate with ease. Shane leaned over to Ilya, and Ilya could see Shane's shirt straining slightly- he couldn't begin to imagine how tight it would be at the end of their dinner.

"Ilya I want more."

"You have to wait, they are coming but we cannot rush them." This was not true at all but Ilya wanted to see Shane beg for what he wanted. "Why don't you go to the salad bar and get something to eat while you wait, hm?"

"I- okay, but if they come while I'm not here don't let them skip me."

"Of course not, go! I'll be here." Ilya watched Shane walk away, interested in how much fatter his ass had gotten alongside everything else. Not a minute later the waiter came over with the third round and Ilya took advantage of Shane being away from the table to ask the waiter to speed up the rounds, and to offer meat even if there's some left on the plate. He would give Shane what he wanted, Ilya was excited to see if he could keep up.

Shane came back with a small plate that had some mashed potatoes and broccoli on it.

"I thought you were hungry, no? Such a small plate, but it's ok we will fill you with meat."

"You just wanted to say 'fill you with meat', didn't you?"

"Maybe."

Shane was about to say something back before the fourth round came offering more meat. Shane hadn't even finished the third round that was sitting on his plate but he impulsively said yes anyways. He figured he'd have to keep saying yes until Ilya told him to stop or he was so full he couldn't possibly fit anymore in him. It was perfect like this anyways, he could have these slices while he waited for the fifth round. He felt like an empty pit, ravenous and unrelenting, he wasn't being messy but he still ended up with some of the meat juice on his chin. Ilya reached over to use his thumb to wipe it off for Shane.

Shane felt excitement building in his body, the heat between him and Ilya as he fed Shane a bite of his mashed potatoes. Shane knew logically that he should be feeling a little full right now, he had already eaten about twenty pieces of steak- if this was before Ilya started convincing Shane to indulge he would've easily tapped out already. Shane felt like that was a million years away now, and all he wanted to do these days was indulge. He felt his belly pushing out against his shirt, he used one of his hands to massage it gently, hoping nobody would notice. They had done something like this before, where Ilya picked everything for Shane and he basically had to waddle out of the restaurant from how much Ilya had ordered for him. It was different this time with the gummies, Shane was actually wondering if they would cut them off if they asked for too much. More accurately, would they cut Shane off?

The fifth round came, they had finally tried all the meats and looped back around to the first one, and Shane was given five more pieces. Ilya had decided he was finished eating but he didn't tell Shane that, or the waiter. He accepted five more slices, thanking the waiter, and without saying anything Ilya moved his slices onto Shane's plate. Shane hadn't finished his slices yet but he pushed forwards regardless, eating Ilya's meat too.

This went on for three more rounds, Shane was now feeling the effects of eating double the meat and no down time for multiple rounds. Shane could almost swear the time between being offered meat was getting smaller and smaller, and no matter how much meat he had on his plate they continued to ask if he wanted more. Where he was worried before he would be cut off, he now thought about having to say no before Ilya decided he was done. That wasn't going to happen if he could help it. Shane could feel his stomach was bloated, rounded out so you couldn't see his belt anymore because it was hanging over it. Shane wanted to take the stupid belt off but Ilya didn't say he could yet, it was pressing into his lower belly and really annoying. He was losing focus, when he pushed down to rub his belly he let out a soft moan, low enough that only Ilya could hear it.

Ilya was watching Shane intently, he was surprised Shane had gone this far without complaining- he usually got a few bratty comments from Shane, never actually challenging Ilya but toeing the line perfectly. Shane was much more suggestible and willing under the influence, and it had definitely kicked in for him. He either kept looking at Ilya with these big, yearning eyes or was locked in on the food in front of him. Now Shane was just looking down at his abdomen with furrowed eyebrows, Ilya's eyes followed to the focus of Shane's attention: his belt.

"Uncomfortable, malysh? Why don't you take it off? It'll give you more room."

Sometimes Ilya thought he had too much power because Shane started trying to take it off right after Ilya suggested doing so and Ilya quickly reached a hand over to stop him,

"Woah ok, why don't you try doing it in the bathroom, yes?"

"Will you come with me?" Shane turned those puppy dog eyes onto Ilya and fuck, even though Ilya was in charge that night, he would do anything for Shane. Ilya agreed and tried not to get hard as he walked behind Shane towards the bathrooms. He could only think about Shane's silhouette from behind being much curvier than it had been before, and it was kind of driving him insane. He had done that to Shane, he was fat and happy and it was all because of Ilya. Ilya let out a shaky breath as they entered the stall, and he turned around to close the latch on the inside of the stall. When he was sure it was locked he turned back around to see Shane sat on the edge of the toilet lifting his belly to get to the buckle of his belt. It was big in his hands, squishing through his fingers, he had also developed love handles that Ilya had gotten used to grabbing whenever he wanted to.

Ilya needed to focus or he was absolutely going to cum in his pants, untouched, all because he couldn't handle his boyfriend taking off his belt.

"Ilyaaaa I can't do it, can you hold it up while I unbuckle it?" Shane used a soft, whiny voice that he only had when he got drunk or high, when he got far gone enough that he didn't mind asking Ilya to do anything and everything for him.

Ilya was going to pass out; his very hot chubby-boardering-on-fat boyfriend was asking Ilya to hold his belly while Shane tried to take off his belt, which was too tight because Shane had eaten so much. This was definitely normal and not jerk-off material that Ilya would save for later and think about for days.

Ilya cleared his throat, trying to pretend he was unaffected by Shane's pleading, "Of course, move your hands."

Ilya did exactly as his partner asked, using his hands to lift Shane's potbelly, it felt so good in his hands. He had become very familiar with this part of Shane but like this he could feel the weight, gravity pulling the fat down made it feel so much heavier. Ilya was already half-hard, thank god this bathroom was one of many single room stalls, Ilya was going to have to take a break with Shane right here.

"That feels so much better, thank you Ilyaaa." Ilya chuckled as he heard Shane draw out his name, another sign that he was so fucking high. Shane's fat now pushed out even farther without the belt holding it back. The lower of the buttons on Shane's shirt had gaps between each button, clearly being pushed to their limits by Shane's gluttony. Ilya took Shane's face between both his hands and looked down at him, squishing Shane's face just a little.

"You must have more room without your belt, yes? Perfect for more meat, maybe dessert too?"

Shane whimpered at the thought of indulging even more- he should stop here, he's eaten more than his fair share and he was sure he looked it too, but he knew he wasn't done yet.

"Yes please, I want more, I need it." Shane cheeks were flushed with his pupils dilated looking up at Ilya, he was so fucking perfect like this, begging for more when he was already fucking stuffed, how did Ilya get so lucky?

"Then we will get you more, simple."

Ilya took the belt from Shane and threw it in the trashcan with a declaration, "You will not need that anymore, we can buy you a new belt, a bigger one you can grow into."

That belt had already been Shane's second replacement belt, Ilya couldn't wait until they had to go to the plus-size section to look for belts that would fit Shane.

Ilya now led Shane to the table for the second time, with a goal in mind; he was going to fill Shane so full he wouldn't even be thinking about dessert. Sitting down, Ilya flipped their sign once more but this time he didn't take any on his plate,

"None for me, just him, he wanted more."

Shane leveled Ilya with a glare, then awkwardly smiled at the waiter who seemed unaffected, cutting the slices for Shane and walking away.

"What the hell, now I look like a fat ass." Shane crossed his arms and tried to look annoyed with Ilya, who just smirked and laughed at Shane,

"You look like a fat ass because you are fat Shane, is easy."

"Asshole."

"Is it not true?"

Shane blushed hard at the question, he knew Ilya was right- no amount of pretending to not want more food would make anyone think he's any less of a fat ass. He walked in here wearing an outfit so tight he had to take the belt off halfway through the meal, ate food off both his and Ilya's plates, he was well past convincing anyone he wasn't being gluttonous.

"Maybe it's a little true."

Ilya had a satisfied smile on his face after Shane agreed, Shane couldn't tell if it was because Ilya was relishing in being right or if he was equally turned on by Shane admitting that he was fat and getting fatter.

Ilya let the waiter come for four more rounds before he decided to flip the sign for the last time back to red, finally giving Shane a break. Shane was breathing shallowly and wouldn't take his hands off of his stomach, Ilya let him sit there for a minute and soothe himself. Ilya wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, he asked for the check and paid it quickly.

Ilya now stood next to Shane, who stood up with a grunt of discomfort, and whispered, "Ilya oh my god I'm so full, help."

Ilya took one glance downwards to see the damage, the gaps between the buttons on Shane's shirt had widened even more, looking like diamonds now. Ilya took his blazer off to let Shane hold in front of his belly as they slowly walked out of the restaurant.

"In the car malysh, soon. Let's go, this way."

They swiftly made their way to the car, Ilya immediately opened the door for Shane to get in the passengers seat, and Shane got in leaning back with a moan. Ilya practically jumped over the hood of his car to get in the driver's seat, quickly sliding in and locking the doors.

"You are perfect Shane, you did so well. My little butterball is so good at following orders." Ilya joined Shane in using his hands to rub and work over Shane's fat belly. Letting out soft, fast breaths, Shane felt absolutely huge. Working together, Shane and Ilya got Shane to let out a few burps and provide just a little relief, but that wasn't going to change that Shane was stuffed to the brim. Where his belly had been soft earlier, hanging and jiggly, it was now taut.

"We are going home right now so I can fuck you properly and then feed you dessert later."

"Dessert?!"

"What, you're saying that in an hour you will not be hungry again?"

"I don't-" Shane figured it was easier to shut up at this point, his brain was so hazy from the edible that he kept losing his arguments, and also now he was thinking about how Ilya was right. It didn't take very long for Shane to get hungry again these days, it's not unlikely that he'd be snacking on something in an hour whether it was dessert or not.