Keith crammed another bite of his burger in his mouth. He sat back, leaning against a tree, as all of today’s indulgence finally caught up to him.

Grabbing a fistful of fries, he brought them to his lips and ate them one by one. Their savory taste lingered on his tongue, each fry coated in herbed aioli and bacon that sat heavy in his gut.

He sat on the picnic blanket beside Shiro, the two of them catching up after a few months apart. It wasn’t until they’d finished their most recent beers (Shiro’s second and Keith’s third) that they fell into this lull. The silence allowed Keith to mindlessly focus on the dishes Lance had brought over to them, claiming he didn’t want to bring any leftovers home.

“You know, Keith, if you keep this up...” Shiro started. Keith spared him a glance out of the corner of his eye and noticed the sheepish smile on his best friend’s face. He knew where this was going.

“Well it’s too late, I’m already fat,” Keith said, gesturing to his stomach, stuffed with burgers, fries, beers, ice cream sandwiches, and whatever else Lance had placed in front of him over the course of the day. It hung over the waist of his jeans, resting on his chubby thighs, swollen and warm. 

That was a relief to Shiro, as if he had to be the one to break the news to Keith that had put on weight since leaving Blade. A lot of weight.

“You know, you look happy,” Shiro observed, a little smugly. “You and Lance.”

Keith spared the former Red Paladin a glance who was currently laughing at something Hunk had said, completely oblivious to Keith’s watchful eye.

Things had steadily developed between the two of them since the end of the war but nothing drastic had happened. Yet. Keith knew it was only a matter of time. He could spot it in Lance’s blue eyes, the way he smiled, how he’d invite him over for dinner night after night, loading up his plate with meal after meal in hopes that he’d stay.

“Keep going.”

“Are you sure? You look...” Keith’s eyes narrowed at Lance, making his fingers tense around the spoon.

What he was going to say was full but if his boyfriend didn’t want to stop, who was he to stop him?

Lance held up another spoonful of ice cream to Keith’s plump lips. He had almost gone through the whole carton of ice cream. By himself. And that was on top of dinner.

The whole experience left Keith wheezing but determined. He was leaning back all but sinking into the plush sofa. His shirt had long since ridden up, exposing his swollen belly. One of his hands absently messaged it while the other rested against his side.

Ever since he found out about Lance’s particular kink he hadn’t shied away from it. In fact, Keith became a man possessed. What had initially been a few pounds sprouted into love handles, bloomed into stretch marks. Keith turned from hard edges to husky and now very much chubby. He had indulged and it was memorizing to watch.

The ice cream had melted by the time Keith managed to finish. The corners of his mouth were smeared minty green as he let out a weak groan. Lance cleaned it away with his lips, his fingers delicately moving about the mound of his boyfriend’s gut.