Accidental Gains

Ilya pops his head into the doorway to see his husband spilling out of his jeans. His flabby stomach pools over the waistband of his jeans that are so tight they look painful. The soft mounds of Shane’s chest stick out, topped by perfect puffy nipples. And god his ass, two perfect globes of thick muscle and even thicker fat shoved into skin tight denim.

“Hmmm, I must have. We don’t have anywhere to be though so maybe just wear sweatpants today? Maybe nothing if you are feeling exceptionally grateful to your husband, huh?” Ilya waggles his eyebrows at Shane.

“Fuck off pervert, I’m not grateful, my pants don’t fit.”

“I will make you a smoothie for my penance. Get dressed.” Ilya leaves Shane with a smack on his plump ass, he swears it’s still jiggling even as he walks out of the room.

In the kitchen Ilya sets to making Shane’s smoothie. Ilya has so graciously taken over smoothie making recently, he had made one a few months ago that Shane had sucked down in record time and said it was the best he had ever had. So now a few times a week, Shane requests an Ilya made smoothie.

Ilya dumped frozen strawberries, two bananas, spoonfuls of Greek yogurt, and his special secret ingredient — three heaping scoops of boxed vanilla cake mix.

Shane didn’t need the protein anymore, he was regularly meeting his protein goals just through regular meals now that they didn’t need to consume hundreds of grams of protein every day. The switch had just come naturally to Ilya. A little something sweet to get Shane’s day started. And if it caused him to size up his jeans every other month? Ilya didn’t see the issue.

Shane had plopped down on the couch, his belly straining even his biggest sweat pants. Ilya brought over the large glass, filled to the top with thick “smoothie”.

Shane immediately started taking large gulps, leaving him with a smear of smoothie on his upper lip.

“It’s so good today, Ilya. Perfect.” He took more big gulps, his belly already starting to firm up.

Shane let out a small burp as he finished the last of the glass.

“I have a big workout today, I think I might need the extra protein, is there more?”

Ilya had planned for this, he had started making a little extra as Shane had gotten greedier and greedier. He filled the glass up halfway and brought it over to Shane.

Shane’s belly was poking out of the bottom of his shirt now as he reclined against the couch.

The remainder of the glass was emptied in a few big gulps.

Shane put the glass on the table next to the couch.

“That was great, thank you. I’m just gonna…lay here for a minute before I get up to workout. All that protein is weighing me down.”

“Of course, lyubimy, you have all day after all.”

Shane hums and starts to gently rub at his belly. Ilya knows he’s pleasantly full, not overstuffed, just on the right side of too much.

After several minutes of belly rubs, Shane waves Ilya over from where he’s been watching across the room. Ilya immediately has his hands on Shane’s tummy, feeling it for himself.

“Three scoops today?” Shane asked, stifling a burp.

“Uh-huh” Ilya hummed as he continued rubbing Shane’s stretched out belly.

“Wanna try four tomorrow?”

Ilya leaned down and bit the soft part of Shane’s belly.