I don't think I'll be able to draw tonight, but it's Thinking About Fat Shane Hollander hours:)!!!
Shane, as usual, is eating.
He is also watching TV. The girls are asleep, and he's relaxing on the couch. He's gotten into more comfortable clothes, which meant shirtless and just boxers stretched taut by his thick thighs and his big, rounded belly resting on top (the view had Ilya drooling. He had the urge to take a bite). There's a plate securely resting on his “belly table”, and his other chubby, dimpled hand is rubbing gently enough that Ilya knows it's for the baby. She is visibly kicking, and not even that can throw off Shane's snack from its place.
(Isn't that insane? Ilya feels like he's going a little insane).
The thought makes a little jolt of arousal go through his lower belly. His husband's tummy was so big, so decadent. He was eating more just now and Ilya was holding more for him to eat after he was done.
He is so mesmerized by his beautiful, big husband, he only breaks out of it when Shane looks up at him and huffs in amusement.
He shakes himself out of it, smiling back at Shane and finally walking the rest of the way to sit beside him. Ilya swiftly picks the almost empty plate and places the new one in its place. Shane's eyes twinkle at the sight. He leans in to gently nudge Ilya's face with his nose.
“Thank you, Ilya. You’re so good for me.”
There's the jolt of pleasure again. Yes, Ilya is so good at taking care of his husband. Shane is so well taken care of, so well fed, pampered and spoiled in just the way he deserves. Never going hungry, not a single day, for even a single second if Ilya has any say in it.
Ilya leans in and kisses Shane's naked shoulder. He traces a path with his own nose while Shane goes back to his snack, from his padded collarbone, to his neck, his softened jawline. He stops when he reaches Shane's cheek, soft and rounded, freckled and slightly flushed. His husband is so beautiful, sometimes Ilya doesn't know what to do with himself.
He places a hand close to Shane's over their baby, who in good Hollander-Rozanov fashion, is big. They are simply not good at making small babies, the same way Ilya isn't any good at making baby boys and had only ever given Shane girls (to both their delight. They love their baby girls).
Shane simply is unable to grow a small, regular sized baby. Their third is no exception, Ilya could only imagine when she’s finally born and he can munch on her little chubby arms and pretend to eat her little chubby cheeks.
Before, Shane has only ever been a little chubby. Meatier when he’s carrying a huge, eleven pound baby and how could he not, he needed the extra fat, and Shane made do because Shane Hollander(-Rozanov!) wouldn't ever do anything halfway, least of all carrying their precious little babies (anyone who said contrary could argue with the wall. They were small and tiny in spirit, fuck you Hayden).
After their first he'd immediately set to lose it though, uncomfortable with that much extra chub in his body now that he didn't have a baby that needed it. It simply had made no sense to him, Shane had argued when Ilya caught him already planning to go on a diet. After months of Shane's very fructiferous era (grew a big baby, made milk in his chest almost to feed an army, feeding said baby and making her a chubby strong little thing. Sometimes feeding Ilya too–), Shane finally began his diet, and soon he was back into peak form, his belly firmer again after months, still painted in the stretch marks their baby had given him and his chest still producing generous milk for her (cough, and Ilya).
Then, only a few months after regaining his mouthwatering abs, they found out they were expecting again. It was too soon. They were supposed to wait at least a couple more years, get their daughter to grow and pass her milestones with all their attention on her. But they'd decided, maybe their second was simply in a rush to get to them, and they took it in stride, even if with some frustration from Shane after having just gotten back in shape.
His carefully-regained abs stretched as their baby grew, just a little bigger than her sister had been, which could mean nothing, if it wasn't one full extra pound. Shane had been particularly grumpy during that pregnancy, always referring to their baby as exclusively Ilya's baby. Ilya –for all his angering-Shane tendencies– had the good mind not to point out that, according to his sources (Yuna, David and their great amount of picture albums filled with the most adorable baby ever), Shane had been a very big, record-breaking baby, and their children most likely take after him.
With their second Shane also gained weight, maybe even a little more than with their first. When their baby was born, there'd been a lot of extra chub all around; his thighs, his arms, his chest, and obviously, his belly. Shane didn't immediately lose it. He didn't even immediately go about his diet. Some of the weight eventually got lost through the years, between the usual gym routine and without the constant threat of cravings, Shane slowly went back to something closer to his body from before he was pregnant, but with a little extra padding left. Ilya loved it, and to his delight, Shane hadn't seemed to hate it either.
Then Shane was pregnant again, and this time he began gaining until he was properly, undeniably fat. There’s not another word that comes to mind when Ilya looks at his husband.
Lie. There are several. Plump, chubby, rotund, heavy– any of them work, honestly, but Ilya's favorite is fat. Shane is fat. Because within only a few months, their baby had made herself known in Shane's body, the way their babies always do, with extra fat.
It's been a bit of a surprise seeing him eat unapologetically, asking Ilya for snacks or to look for something specific he’s craving. Ilya loves watching Shane unashamedly enjoying himself, in any way it can be. So, of course Ilya complies everytime, if their baby makes Shane much hungrier than he's ever been he'll gladly feed him. Cook, bake, buy, anything he asks for. Sometimes at ungodly hours of the night, Shane will shake Ilya's shoulder with a gentle, soft hand, and ask for Ilya to grab him a little something, he's just so hungry.
Of course, a little something is never just that. A little something is not nearly enough for his fat, pregnant husband, whose appetite skyrocketed into the stars with their third baby. He’s constantly snacking, constantly asking for seconds, for dessert and then a little something.
Their older babies think their daddy's different body is a very good thing. In their second's own words, so soft and so nice! And Ilya wholeheartedly agrees with her. Their girls would lay their head on his thighs, rest their bodies on his arms in a hug, sometimes squish Shane's chubby cheeks for fun the same way Shane would squish their own chubby cheeks, round and adorable as little kids' faces can be.
After dinner most days, he and Shane do just this. After they take their little girls to bed and do the nightly routine of reading them a story and then waiting at least thirty minutes for them to fall asleep, Ilya sets to the kitchen and Shane sits on the couch, comfortably dressed (or undressed, in this case) and snacking a little something after they all ate earlier, already hungry again.
Now, Ilya rests his head on Shane's shoulder, gently rubbing a hand over their baby while his love keeps eating. She moves slowly now, probably ready to sleep, growing drowsy the same way Shane is clearly growing so too, his eyelids dropping slightly, and his chewing turning languid.
Soon after, they decide to go to bed. Ilya gathers the empty plates, playfully brushes off a few crumbs from Shane's belly, and then firmly holds his husband's hands to help him up.
He’s heavier, of course, more than he's ever been, but Ilya’s nothing if strong, and has already set on getting stronger. After all, when their third baby is born, Shane will still be beautifully, heavily fat, and will probably keep that way for a long time, if doctor's words were true. He'll have trouble losing the baby weight. Ilya will have to be able to pick him up in his arms and throw him in the bed with the same ease he's had for two decades and he is determined to keep it that way.
Shane huffs in effort when he finally gets to his feet, holding Ilya's bicep tightly. His breathing is coming a little short, must be after his hearty dinner and then the contented snacking, he must be utterly stuffed. The thought makes Ilya grin. While they walk back (or, Ilya walks, Shane waddles), Ilya places a hand on the top of Shane's belly, rubbing with intent, making Shane hiccup and then huff in irritation. He probably would have smacked Ilya's hand away if his own hands weren't busy holding his back and his belly.
“Fuck off,” he grumbled. “At least let's get to bed before you burp me.”
Ilya smiles, probably a little too brightly, if Shane's adorable scowl is anything to go by.
