The Chubby Hollanov Agenda inspired me to figure out how to log back into this account.
I knew as soon as soon as I read The Long Game that this community would do great things. Between Shane's food and diet issues, Ilya's well-documented love of junk food (McGriddles anyone?) and just good food in general (thank you for pasta), plus their lowkey dom/sub dynamics that there is so much canon material to work with to really spin out some great weight gain fiction & artwork.
I'm here for all of the Shane & Ilya weight gain, chubby belly, feeding, fat works that anyone wants to put out into the world.
I thought about making a new account, but then felt like it would be more fun to dig out my old fat-love tumblr from 2015. Don't call it a comeback, I been here for years.
I don't even live in Brooklyn anymore.
This was one of the very first accounts where I did anything but lurk, which was very scary at the time, but now 11+ years later I'm a bit more bold.
I fell hard into the Heated Rivalry fandom in general, but I've been keeping an eye out for the Hollanov weight gain side of things.
I've mostly been hanging out on Threads and AO3 for the past six months, but I kept seeing all of the best weight gain stories on AO3 reference tumblr so y'all drew me back in.
But I've been reading weight gain stories on basically every platform (ao3, tumblr, deviantart, discord) all the way back to Dimensions Magazine forums in the early 2000s -- IYKYK.
Ilya carries himself well, better even, after he gets fat. Heās always had presence, but now he has gravity. Moving slower doesnāt matter when the people who need him come to him, and they do. Heās huge and heās fucking magnetic and his opinions (hockey commentary, life advice) carry weight.
He (with a hand from shane) keeps himself well groomed, hair pushed back more often than not, clothes tailored or custom made, half-buttoned shirts to show off his impressive chest. Always smells warm and a little sweet and smoky. Astronomical sex appeal.
Heās at the center of the (dinner) party sat back in his very sturdy chair taking up all the space he deserves, belly-laughing with his hotass husband on his arm. Things have never been bigger or better.
As much as I love a little meanness, I miss the softness of it all.
Shane, in a big oversized sweater Ilya got him for Christmas, with a round stuffed belly underneath it. He's lying on the couch with his head in Ilya's lap, trying not to fall asleep, but Ilya is rhythmically petting his hair and rubbing his belly, the knit rubbing softly against his skin. It feels too good. Everything is so perfect and quiet. Quieter than it's ever been.
And they enjoy the quiet comfort of their position on the couch for much longer than either expected. Ilya thought Shane would ask to go up to bed soon, and Shane was waiting for Ilya to start teasing with his words or touch, maybe both.
Ilya eventually patted Shaneās side, encouraging him to get up so they could go to bed. Shane, even if he wouldnāt admit it, whined quietly and asked to stay here longer. He braced himself for the incoming pokes and prods while Ilya ribbed him about his petulant tone.
But Shane was surprised to feel Ilyaās touch get gentler somehow paired with a kiss on his forehead. Ilya asked if he was okay, running his other hand through Shaneās hair while he did a quick check in. It was like they were in aftercare mode even though they hadnāt even been intimate that night.
However, the more Shane thought about it, Ilya thinking he may need aftercare made sense. They spent the afternoon preparing pelmeni to bring to Boodramās holiday party, which meant Shane was a diligent taste tester while Ilya cooked. It also meant he showed up to the party having already eaten nearly a full batch of pelmeni on his own, mostly hand fed by his husband.
He then proceeded to thoroughly sample the buffet of holiday foods their friends prepared. Boodās elaborate barbecue options, Harrisā family apple dessert recipes, various dishes and sides, and of course, more of Ilyaās delicious pelmeni. All of that mixed with a few ginger ales, some mulled wine, and two glasses of eggnog, plus a handful of little decorated sugar cookies on the drive home.
Running through that mental catalogue of food he ate and knowing Ilya was observing his every move that night, the gentle handling of their evening made a lot more sense. Shane turned his head to kiss Ilyaās thigh in appreciation before asking for help up. Going to bed sounded like a great idea now.
Thinking about Shaneās ābeautiful, useless cockā becomes even more useless as it gets swallowed up by his fat pad and covered by his belly.
Itās a recurring joke that Shane has this big, beautiful, āuselessā dick that he almost never fucks his husband with. I see quips about this all over the fandom, even nothing to do with it feedism, but my brain is spinning on our version of that bit.
My brain is crossing that over with other wg tropes about a cock getting harder to access and use as it is encroached upon by pound after pound of soft fat.
Ilya would have a lot to say about it. Would be a major source of teasing inspiration as Shane starts to get extra big
Canāt stop thinking about Ilya calling Shaneās belly pretty. Like āsuch a pretty bellyā or āfill that pretty belly up for meā or ālook at your belly, so pretty malyshā etc etc so now you all have to think about it too
yoooo i'm drunk and thinking about your beer-drinking tank-top wearing ilya... ilya guzzling beer and chowing down on some heavy greasy food while he watches shane's latest game on tv... - chai
ugh wait dude yes fat WAG ilya ššhe retires a few seasons before shane and blows up and shane loves coming home to him drunk with his too small tops and his belly out and shane just sinks down onto him so eagerly šāāļøšāāļø
Thinking about chubby Shane who actually ends up losing weight when heās with Rose, because heās made himself so fucking miserable and he misses Ilya so bad and he doesnāt know how to get out of this mess heās gotten himself into.
(There is a lot of negative self-talk and internalized fatphobia from Shane in the beginning of this, as well as people being fatphobic when commenting on his weight loss, just wanted to give a warning. But I promise, very happy ending and weight gain!!).
Chubby Shane whose weight usually sits around 240 during the season, usually only dropping down to 230 by the time the season ends, sweating some of it off during playoffs, but gains it back way too easily (and then some) during the off season.
Chubby Shane whose weight, for the first time in his life probably, is on a downward trend since he started dating Rose. Itās usually the opposite, right? Happy relationship weight. But heās not happy. In fact, heās so fucking miserable that he feels sick to his stomach most days. He knows heās eating less than he should, less than is ideal for a professional athlete, but he feels nauseous all the time, and he just canāt do it, he canāt stomach food while he feels like his whole world is collapsing. He knows Rose knows that something is deeply wrong, but he can barely admit it to himself, let alone the woman heās in a fucking relationship with.
Chubby Shane who has dropped almost 20 pounds since he started dating Rose, officially the lowest weight heās been in years, with no sign of it going back up any time soon. Heās miserable and heās hollow and heās empty without Ilya so itās only fitting that his body reflects that. Maybe if his body shrinks enough the Ilya-shaped hole in his heart will shrink too.
Chubby Shane who is being told for the first time by his teammates his friends his fucking parents that he looks good. That Rose is so good for him, doesnāt he feel good now that heās not so big? You must feel great, Shane, best shape of your life! And all Shane wants to do is scream and cry and rip himself into tiny little pieces because is that all everyone sees? They think heās happy? They canāt see that heās fucking dying? This isnāt the body of a man filled with love; itās the body of a man filled with regret and pain and hopelessness with no way out.
Chubby Shane who never really had a problem with his body, it was everyone else that did, he actually kind of fucking loved it. He loved feeling soft all over and he likes his chubby belly and thick thighs and curvy ass. But now. Now everyone is complimenting him. Now everyone is commenting on how healthy he is. How disciplined. Implying that what, he was unhealthy before? Lazy? Undisciplined? A fat piece of shit? Is that what everyone really thinks about him, they just never said it because he's still Shane fucking Hollander?
Ilya though, Ilya had complimented him before. Had told him more than once how much he enjoyed all of Shaneās curves, nipping at his slight double chin, his hands constantly roaming Shaneās belly. Ilya seemed to actually really like Shaneās body how it was, and he seemed to be the only one that truly did. Shane never fully realized how much that meant to him until he didnāt have it anymore. Until all he had was people telling him how happy he should be that heās finally been able to lose weight; isnāt this what you always wanted Shane? No, actually, it fucking wasnāt. He liked his body, he felt right in his body, and had thought more than once that he might feel even more right in his body if he was bigger. And with Ilya, Shane felt like that would be okay, that would be allowed. Ilya wouldnāt be telling Shane what he should or shouldnāt do. Ilya wouldnāt be telling Shane that he needs to make sure his āweight problemā doesnāt get any worse. Ilya would never let Shane think that his body, his real body his chubby body his fat body, was anything less than perfect.
But Shane had walked out. Heād gotten scared and heād ran. So maybe this is what he deserves. He doesnāt get to keep the softness, the comfort, the safety of his body. He doesnāt get to feel at home in his body anymore. He gets to deal with a longing and an ache that will never be filled because it can only be filled by Ilya, as he watches his body turn into something he doesnāt recognize, something he feels completely disconnected from. He barely eats nowadays, just using food for fuel and nothing else. Why should he eat anymore? Everyone likes him better this way, so he should just keep at it, right? Stop being a lazy gross fat ass, like everyone seems to think he is without ever really saying it, and just lose more weight until he fucking disappears, right?
When his relationship with Rose ends, when they have The Conversation, when he finally fucking admits to himself that heās gay and he just wants Ilya, he expects to feel a huge sense of relief, and he does, but he still feels so fucking lost. The way he feels about himself, about his body, about how he wants to look and feel ā everything just feels wrong and he doesnāt know how to find his way back. He finds himself questioning everything ā would Ilya even want to be with him again? Would he like Shane better this way? Would he realize that he didnāt have to put up with Shaneās body the way it was before ā lazy, soft, chubby ā everything he shouldnāt be? He still feels empty most of the time, turning away from food because he just canāt stomach it. Canāt stomach the potential of being told by the one person who seemed to like Shane, all of Shane, that he was better this way. That Ilya would have him back, but only if Shane stayed disciplined, only if Shane stayed smaller, stayed sharper. He would do it; for Ilya he would do anything, but he knows a big part of him will die if he does.
When All-Stars arrives and he finally gets the chance to see Ilya again, to talk to Ilya again, heās so nervous he feels like heās going to vibrate out of his skin. Heās missed Ilya so fucking much and he wants to tell him everything, but heās so scared; so scared that Ilya will reject him, turn away from him. But he canāt stand being away from him for one more second, so he bites the bullet and goes up to him at the bar, ordering a beer and finally starting a conversation. He feels like heās talking to himself, with Ilyaās lackluster responses, until thereās a pause and Ilya says, while giving him a once over, āyouāre looking very different, Hollander.ā
Shaneās whole body freezes and he turns his head away from Ilya. Different. Different. Different could mean anything. Better? Healthier? Sexier? He can barely breathe. āUh, yeah, just, making some changes,ā Shane stutters out, avoiding eye contact and glancing down at the beer in his hands. He sees Ilya finish his beer out of the corner of his eye and move to stand up. āA shame,ā Ilya says, āIāve never been very fond of change.ā And then heās gone, socializing around the room with the other players, leaving Shane speechless. Never been very fond of change? That wasā¦good, right? That meant he liked Shaneā¦before all the changes, right? Shaneās trying not to get his hopes up, but he canāt help the small smile that forms on his face. He takes a breath; maybe Ilya still wants this, still wants him after all.
By the time heās undressing in front of Ilya heās almost forgotten that he looksā¦different, as Ilya put it. Heās feeling more hopeful than he has in months, and so happy to just be here with Ilya, that he is a bit taken aback by the way Ilyaās gaze sharpens onto him once heās naked. At first, he thinks itās just lust, but when he takes a longer look, he realizes that Ilya looks concerned, and almost sad, maybe? āWhatās wrong?ā Shane asks, wrapping his arms around himself protectively, feeling vulnerable and exposed. āYou donāt think I look better like this? Everyone else seems to,ā he says bitterly, looking away from Ilya.
āNo,ā Ilya whispers, stepping closer to Shane and maneuvering his face so theyāre making eye contact, ānot better. Where did my beautiful chubby boy go? You ā you did this for Rose? Itās what she wanted?ā He seems confused, like he doesnāt understand why Rose would have wanted this.
āIt just kind of happened, I guess,ā Shane whispers back, āI missed you so much, everything felt bad all the time, I couldnāt stomach anything, so I just kind of stopped. It felt like penance, what I deserved after walking out on you.ā He sees Ilya shaking his head, but he keeps going, āand then everyone started telling me how much better I looked now, how I was healthy now, and it just spiraled from there. Made me feel gross, disgusting, worthless, and I didnāt know what you would think or if you would even still want me or if you felt that way too, like I was nothing before and now Iām worth something.ā Ilya cuts him off with a kiss, freezing him in place momentarily, before heās kissing him back, hard.
Ilya pulls back from the kiss and pulls Shane down onto the bed with him, Shane straddling his lap and arms wrapped around each other. āYou are worth everything, Shane, you always have been. I donāt care what anyone else says or thinks. Your body is your own, and you deserve to feel comfortable in it, no matter what.ā
Shane feels tears pooling in his eyes, but he doesnāt let them fall, just leans forward to drop his head to Ilyaās shoulder, squeezing him in a tight hug. āThank you,ā he whispers. They hold each other in companionable silence for a few minutes until Ilya pulls back. āOkay, time to feed you,ā he says, nodding to himself and moving Shane off him and onto the bed, reaching for the phone.
āUh, what?ā Shane says, confused as fuck, āwe donāt have to āā
āWe do, actually,ā Ilya insists with a grin, āwe really do.ā
And so, they do.
Ilya orders more food than Shane anticipates; he hasnāt eaten this much food in months, but God, heās already craving it, stomach growling and want pooling in his stomach just like it used to around food. Heās excited. Heās hungry. And he wants to fucking eat. He wants Ilya to feed him. Apparently, Ilya wants that too because heās pushing Shane against the backboard and straddling him with a plate of food in his hands and two more on the bed next to them. He gives Shane a questioning look and Shane nods incredibly enthusiastically, āplease,ā he begs. He wants Ilya to feed him so badly, he wants to feel whole again. Theyāve never done this before, but Shaneās never wanted anything more. He wants to feel Ilya filling him up, stuffing him full, first with food and then hopefully his dick. Full of Ilya in every way possible. Heās getting so incredibly turned on, dick becoming harder with every bite of food Ilya pushes into his mouth. He makes it through plates one and two with ease but starts slowing down at plate 3. Itās been a while since heās eaten more than the bare minimum and his capacity is nowhere near what it used to be. He starts taking deeper breaths in between bites, Ilya giving him short breaks.
āYouāre doing so good,ā Ilya says, stroking a hand up and down his bloated belly, āyou look so beautiful like this Shane, so bloated and heavy, my beautiful chubby boy.ā
Shane preens under the praise, encouraging Ilya to speed up his feeding pace. Heās so fucking hard and he wants to finish this plate of food and fuck Ilya and then maybe - no definitely - eat even more food.
Ilyaās fucking him hard from behind, hands all over Shaneās bloated belly, Shane practically face first into the pillows, moaning so loud heās sure the entire hotel can hear him, but he could care less. Heās so fucking full, finally heās fucking full, and God heād forgotten how good it feels, how right it feels, to be so stuffed like this; he doesnāt want to feel anything else ever again. Ilya flips them over so Shaneās riding him, and Shane can feel his belly jiggle just the slightest, Ilyaās hands on his waist, pulling him down into a heated kiss. Shane imagines an even bigger belly in between them, Ilya jiggling his fat, telling him how beautiful he looks, so big just for him, and heās coming before he knows it with a loud moan, Ilya following right behind him.
Ilyaās wiping Shane down with a washcloth when he looks up at him and asks if thereās any more food. Shane swears Ilyaās pupils are twice the size they should be as he nods his head eagerly and goes to grab two more plates of food. āI donāt know if I have room for both,ā he says, looking at the chicken Caesar wrap and massive slice of chocolate cake in front of him.
āI think you do big boy,ā Ilya says, ābut I will motivate you anyway.ā He places the wrap in Shaneās hands as he maneuvers himself down the bed, nestling himself in between Shaneās legs. He wraps a hand around Shaneās dick and leans down to lightly put his mouth over the tip, tongue flicking out quickly. āThe faster you eat, the faster you get to come.ā He smiles as he hears Shane moan and hurriedly get to work on the wrap. His dick hardens fast in Ilyaās mouth and heās groaning in between massive bites of food.
He doesnāt know if heās even hungry anymore, but it feels so fucking good to just eat and eat and not think about anything else, just shoving food in his mouth and Ilyaās mouth on his dick. Heās finished with the wrap faster than he expected and quickly grabs the plate with the cake. Ilya moans around his dick as he watches Shane start devouring the slice with his bare hands. Fuck Shane looks so good like this, belly bloating even more, chocolate smeared around his face, eyes rolled back in pleasure from the food and Ilyaās mouth. Heās shoving the final bites of cake into his mouth, licking the frosting off his fingers, and feeling his orgasm get closer and closer, when suddenly Ilya is reaching up with both hands, groping and jiggling his bloated belly and Shane is coming so fast and so hard his vision whites out.
Theyāre lying next to each other on the bed when Ilya starts talking. āThat was,ā he starts, then pauses, seemingly gathering his words. āYou were okay with that? You wanted to do that?ā He seems nervous and Shane isnāt really sure why ā he thought it was pretty obvious that he was beyond into stuffing himself for Ilya.
āYes,ā he says nodding enthusiastically, āIām more than okay with that. That was ā the best feeling Iāve had in a long time.ā Now Shaneās feeling nervous, did Ilya not like it? Did they go too far? āIt wasā¦good for you too?ā He asks, avoiding eye contact with Ilya, scared of what he might see.
But then he has a lap full of Ilya, whoās suddenly gently grabbing Shaneās facing and forcing eye contact. āShane, yes, it was amazing for me, it ā I have been dreaming about it. I only ask because of the things you were saying earlier. About people saying you look better now, maybe you feel that way too. I do not think this is what you want, but it is your body and I want you to be happy with it.ā
Shane nods, understanding Ilyaās concerns. He has been all sorts of fucked up about his body lately. But being here with Ilya, letting go for the first time in months, feeling so wanted by Ilya no matter what he looks like, he feels something inside of him slot back into place, and that Ilya shaped hole heās been trying to fill has shrunk considerably.
āIāve beenā¦struggling. With how I look, the way people seem to think better of me now. But I hate it. I love being soft, curvy, big. I love food and I love eating. I want my body back, the body I love. Maybe bigger, I donāt know, not too much with hockey obviously but Iāve thought about it, for the future, what it would be like.ā He can feel himself start rambling, so he cuts himself off abruptly, scared that heās said too much. But when he looks back into Ilyaās eyes, all he sees is desire; pure unadulterated lust and desire. āYes,ā Ilya says breathlessly, āI think about that too.ā And then theyāre kissing again, and all Shane can think is more, more, more.
Having to leave Ilya after All-Stars ends is one of the worst feelings Shaneās had, but he feels better knowing that theyāre something. They havenāt exactly labelled it, and Shane doesnāt feel the need to, but itās good to know that theyāre both admitting to this being more than just casual. Shane feels like a weight has been lifted off him and feels more hopeful than he has in a while. And, even better, his appetite has come roaring back. Heās settled, heās happy, and heās eating.
As the season continues, theyāre talking every day, Ilya wanting details about what Shaneās eating, how much, how often, and Shane is more than happy to provide them. He loves sharing this with Ilya, loves knowing that itās as much for him as it is for Ilya, that itās something they both enjoy. He loves hearing Ilyaās reactions when Shane tells him about stuffing himself full of leftovers one night after getting a little buzzed with his team after a win. He loves facetiming with Ilya during dinner, always making more than enough for seconds and thirds, and waiting for Ilya to encourage him to get more, eat more sweetheart, be a good boy for me and get yourself another plate. He loves the way his brain gets quiet and fuzzy when heās stuffing himself and Ilya is telling him what a good job heās done.
As the months go by and they start approaching playoffs, Shane can feel his body filling out the way it used to. His ass has plumped up, his belly has started pushing against his shirts even when heās not stuffed, and his thighs have definitely gotten meatier. Shane canāt help but smile, looking at himself naked in the mirror; yes, this is what feels right, this is how heās meant to be. Heās definitely pushing 250 now, he thinks, higher than he typically gets during the season, but he has no regrets about it. He knows people have noticed the weight coming back on, a few people making some comments here and there, but he doesnāt care. He loves his body, Ilya loves his body, and thatās all there is to it. He knows heāll probably end up losing some softness during playoffs, as he usually does, but he has plans to rectify that as soon as the seasonās over.
Except, Shane doesnāt make it to the playoffs. The first night he was going to see Ilya in months, they had plans, beautiful stuffing plans, and now heās in the hospital and his season is over and he doesnāt even get to spend any time with Ilya. He briefly sees him at the hospital, but he barely remembers it, except for asking Ilya to come stay at his cottage, (he knows maybe means no), and then heās at his parentsā place for the remainder of the playoffs.
Heās frustrated and sad and lonely, but this time heās turning towards food instead of away from it. He wants to feel closer to Ilya, so he keeps stuffing himself, typically at night away from the prying and somewhat concerned eyes of his parents, who have definitely absolutely noticed heās put back on all the weight he lost, and a few extra pounds on top of it. But itās his off season and Ilya is in a different fucking country, so, heās going to eat whatever the fuck he wants. Heās eating pints of ice cream in bed at night, imagining Ilya caressing his belly, telling him how beautiful he looks when heās stuffed, encouraging him to eat more, take another bite baby, fill yourself up for me. He gets himself off fantasizing about Ilya stuffing him until he canāt even move, moaning and burping from being so full, so greedy, so swollen with food.
By the time Ilya tells him heās coming to the cottage, Shaneās weight has tipped over 250 and is fast approaching 260. When he picks Ilya up from the airport, he sees Ilyaās gaze scanning over his entire body, noticing every detail; the roundness of his face and softness under his chin, the way his shirt is much tighter than normal, stretching over his full stomach, his thighs straining against the shorts heās wearing. He hears Ilya gasp softly as he fully takes Shane in and realizes heās never seen Shane this heavy before. Ilya ends up holding Shaneās hand in his for the duration of the drive because if he doesnāt, heās going to spend it caressing Shaneās tummy and that would probably end up beingā¦distracting.
Ilya doesnāt say anything until heās straddling Shane on the bed, staring down at his body, gaze filled with wonder and lust, hands roaming over every extra inch of him. āShane,ā he breathes out, groping and jiggling Shaneās tummy, leaning down to softy nip at the bottom of it, āsweetheart you are so soft, so beautiful.ā He gets Shaneās shirt over his head and kisses his way down from Shaneās soft chin to his plush chest and then his jiggly tummy. āWow, my good boy, look how big you have gotten for me, you just couldnāt get enough, could you?ā
Shaneās squirming underneath Ilyaās touch, his words going directly to Shaneās dick, hardening him up in no time at all. āYes,ā he says, writhing beneath Ilyaās gaze, āI couldnāt stop, just wanted to be full all the time, stuffed for you just like you wanted.ā He jerks his hips up, searching for any friction at all, while pulling Ilya down at the same time into a heated kiss.
Ilya breaks the kiss and takes Shaneās face in his hands, āthis is everything I wanted, you did so good for me my love, and weāll keep you full every day if you want.ā Shane audibly moans, wanting nothing more than that, to be stuffed full constantly, bloated with food that Ilya feeds him. Heās so greedy for more; more food, more Ilya, more fat, and he knows Ilya will give him everything he wants.
Ilya flips their positions, getting Shane prepped to ride him, and stares in awe at the way every part of Shane bounces and jiggles now. He loves the way Shaneās face gets flushed, his breathing getting heavier the longer they go. He loves feeling Shaneās belly push into his when Shane leans down to kiss him. Shane looks ethereal; curvy and plush and soft and so goddamn beautiful. He canāt imagine Shane looking any other way, he only wants to imagine him bigger, softer, happier. Ilya is so overcome with gratitude that he gets to be with Shane like this, see him like this, love him like this. He comes with thoughts of feeding Shane running through his brain, watching his belly grow bigger with each passing day.
His two weeks at the cottage end up turning into four weeks; neither of them wanting this to end. Itās the most time theyāve ever spent together, and they are reluctant to leave their bubble and go back to the real world. Ilya spends almost every day feeding Shane; once heās started, he just canāt get enough. The beautiful noises Shane makes when heās starting to get full, the groans and belches he tries to hide but Ilya wonāt let him. He loves every part of Shane, and he wants to experience it all. Shane ends most days a bloated, burping mess on the couch, or the bed, begging Ilya for belly rubs. Itās the sexiest thing Ilyaās ever seen.
One of the last nights Ilyaās there, Shane ends up eating an entire casserole dish of lasagna, plus two pints of ice cream. Ilya feeds Shane the second pint, after he told Ilya that he was getting too full and wasnāt sure if he could finish it. Ilya melted it down in the microwave a bit and then poured most of it down Shaneās throat, watching his belly bloat up even more. And now Shaneās underneath him, moaning so loud, telling Ilya heās so full, so stuffed, breathing heavily and burping loudly. Ilya runs his hands over Shaneās bloated belly, feeling it jiggle with every touch, and tells Shane heās perfect; such a perfect greedy boy Shane, thatās my beautiful chubby boy, eating everything in sight for me. Ilya barely has to touch Shaneās dick before Shane is coming all over the bottom of his stomach, moaning from pleasure and fullness.
They weigh Shane the morning of Ilyaās last day at the cottage, both of them desperate to know how big Shaneās gotten over the past month. They both know he has to start getting his weight back down a bit for hockey soon, but theyāre going to relish in what Shaneās body is now for as long as possible.
āWhat were you the last time you checked?ā Ilya asks, as Shane steps onto the scale.
āI checked the day you got here; I was 257,ā Shane replies, watching the numbers tick up until they settle. āWow,ā he says, a little stunned at the number.
Ilya comes up behind him, wrapping his arms around his chubby waist and squeezing his belly. ā270 pounds, my greedy boy, youāve outdone yourself. How do you feel?ā
Shane steps off the scale and turns around in Ilyaās arms, pressing their bodies together, feeling his fat stomach press up against Ilyaās abs. He pulls him into a searing kiss and answers him easily, āhungry.ā
Iām planning far ahead for this because Iām so bad at doing anything on time but I love a good holiday weight gain moment and I want to write a fic about it. Iām considering post retirement Shane and Ilya (like first season retired) going to the states for the holidays from Thanksgiving straight through New Years to hang out with some of Ilyaās old buddies from his team in Boston, and they stay with Svetlana and just generally have a fun time doing touristy things and they go to the beach to look at the winter ocean etc., and thereās a lot of holiday eating involved obviously and Shane is indulging because he can (probably very light on any angst), and he tried to pack relatively light so he didnāt bring that many pairs of pants, and by the time Christmas rolls around he discovers heās having trouble buttoning up the nice ones he wore at Thanksgiving and by the time New Yearās Eve rolls around he maybe has to scramble to buy new ones because heās concerned the button will bust open if he sits down :)
As much as I love a little meanness, I miss the softness of it all.
Shane, in a big oversized sweater Ilya got him for Christmas, with a round stuffed belly underneath it. He's lying on the couch with his head in Ilya's lap, trying not to fall asleep, but Ilya is rhythmically petting his hair and rubbing his belly, the knit rubbing softly against his skin. It feels too good. Everything is so perfect and quiet. Quieter than it's ever been.
I hope everyone who had a very specific fetish before they even knew what sex was has a very good day. The isolation you embody as a child because of some innate sense that there's something in you that is Wrong and Gross and Different is deeply traumatizing but I promise you are a full human being deserving of love, healing, and happiness.
Iāve now written three separate stories where he has gotten really big. And I read everyone elseās too.
One thing I keep thinking about is ā What happens when Shane gets too big to skate?
I think no matter how much he loves his body and his size that will still be a sad and bittersweet moment.
That boy loves to skate. Heās been skating since he could walk. He was the fastest skater in the league for years ā proven at All Stars.
At some point it would become impossible.
First to go would be the ability to tie his own skates - but Ilya can do that for him, so thatās not the dealbreaker.
At some point the weight and size of his legs makes skating impossible. He canāt lift his feet enough. He has too wide of a stance. His waddle doesnāt translate to the ice.
And if he loses his balance heās screwed. The Shane who can barely get off the couch and canāt get up off the floor DEFINITELY cannot get himself back to his feet if he falls on the ice. Ilya would have to drag him to the edge of the rink and theyād have to get Shane on solid ground to get him back vertical. It would be quite a scene but also sad.
Skating was like breathing or walking and now he canāt do it.
shane's character is such fertile ground for feedism. giving him a taboo and unexpected fetish that deals in control and image... the total rejection of function/utility for pure pleasure. it rubs against the Shane Hollander Hockey Player vision so deliciously
while feedee shane is an easy (and hot) conclusion to this, feeder shane is double as enticing to me. give me shane who is closeted not just as a gay man but as a feeder too. shane, who counts every crumb that enters his body, getting off only to the thought of a man having absolutely no control or willpower over his diet. drooling over bodies that are built for the performance of gluttony rather than athleticism. shane, who already feels complicated about his attraction to men, feeling an erotic lick of shame about wanting these men to get massive under his watch. ooouh. running away post tuna melt because acknowledging he wants a future with ilya means he must acknowledge what he wants to do to ilya in that future. oughhhh. guys, is it gay to dream about your casual hookup losing all discipline and tripling in size under your loving hands?
I think another element of Shaneās enjoyment/desire for this is self-affirmation. He had heard time and time again that his performance diet is intense and unnecessary - ābird foodā. Feeding someone all the things he craves at the amount he craves them resulting in the āconsequenceā of gaining weight is the ultimate gotcha for him. Itās like he could look at people and say āSee! This is what would have happened if I didnāt have my diet. You see now why it was necessary for me!ā
Now he has this hot fat partner who he loves and loves him back that he can also live vicariously through in terms of appetite. On Shaneās body, that would have been a disallowed sacrifice. On Ilyaās body, that is a gift.
shane laying on his side, scrolling his phone shirtless in bed with his plump belly spilling out in front of him, fat pooling softly against the sheets, and ilya climbs in behind him and wraps an arm around shaneās waist to cradle a lovely palmful of that gorgeously warm tummy. and shane just smiles absently at the intrusion and turns his head over his shoulder to give ilya a kiss on the cheek, then goes back to answering emails while his husband plays with his belly.
currently in the middle of writing the final chapter of a different fic, so i have to keep myself on a tight leash right now, but this idea will not leave me alone....
post-retirement fat shane standing in front of a full length mirror after finishing off nearly an entire pan of lasagna just rubbing his belly and grabbing at his fat rolls, turning himself on until he starts touching himself. and even though he's full of food, it's not enough because he's not full of ilya.
then ilya comes home and finds him like that, ilya would tease him and ask him what he was doing and if he was full, and shane would say yes, but that he isn't full enough and then ilya would make him full, both with his dick and by putting his fingers in shane's mouth. except it wouldn't just be his fingers, he would be scooping nutella out of a jar and making shane suck all of it off, only stopping when the jar was empty.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov
Characters: Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov
Additional Tags: Weight Gain, Belly Kink, Exhibitionism, Stuffing, Embarrassment, Retirement, Chubby Shane Hollander, chubby is a massive understatement heās Big in this, Fat Shane Hollander, ā¦ thatās more like it, limited mobility
Summary:
Theyāre in town for a Raiders reunion, Ilya having flown down first to play in a homecoming game last night. Shane hates being apart from him, hates the inconvenience of traveling without him, but he hates publicity more these days, and the thought of squeezing his oversized ass into rinkside seats, or hauling his massive thighs up to the box, all with a camera trained on him, wide angle for a wide load ā it was too much. So theyād planned that Shane would watch the game on TV at home, parked on the permanently-dipped couch cushions with a minor feast as always, and then would come down a day later to join Ilya at the private Raiders party.
Itās the first day at the cottage some summer after Shane has gotten properly fat. Heād been slowing piling on weight for a few years after retirement, but this past winter theyād discovered how much they both truly liked it and Shane has seriously blown up as a result.
Two places to go with this
1. Shane and Ilya have always kept some extra changes of clothes at the cottage, but Shaneās are now wildly too small. Shane does a fashion show of his attempts to fit anything in the house on his body. Heās been gradually sizing up his outfits all year so it snuck up on him. The time capsule of old cottage clothes illustrates just how big he has gotten. The size gap between last summer and this summer is dramatic, humiliating, and sexy.
2. They go swimming in the lake. Shane jumps off the dock and they swim around like normal. Swimming feels amazing on his joints. The trouble starts when he goes to climb out of the water and heās not strong enough to haul himself up the ladder. Heās gotten too bulky and heavy for the sort of awkward maneuver of climbing up the ladder out of the lake back onto the dock. Ilya teases him before eventually having to help him. Shane spends the rest of the trip sunning on the dock with drinks and snacks while he watches Ilya swim.
These r both so delicious omfg but the second one rlly speaks to me ty for ur contribution to things ill prob think about while I fall asleep <333
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The lake was perfect that first afternoon ā clear, cool, and quiet under the summer sun. The cottage dock stretched out into the water like it always had, the wooden ladder still bolted to the side the same way it had been since Shane had it built.
Shane stood at the edge in his swim trunks, the soft, heavy curve of his belly rested over the waistband, thick love handles spilling over the sides. He had been packing on weight steadily since retirement, but this past winter had changed everything. Once they stopped pretending they both didnāt love it, the gains had come fast and serious. He was properly fat now ā thick through the middle, soft everywhere, the kind of heavy that made door frames feel narrower and chairs creak a little when he sat.
He still jumped.
The splash was bigger than it used to be. The water closed over him, cool and perfect on his joints, and for a while they swam like normal ā Ilya cutting clean lines through the water, Shane floating and paddling with that easy, buoyant heaviness his body now had. Swimming felt good. The water took the weight for him. He could move without his knees complaining or his back aching. He had even let Ilya carry him through the water, legs locked around his waist.
āIt is almost like before,ā Ilya joked, nuzzling his nose against Shaneās, āwhen I could still pick you up.ā
Shane snorted and shoved his shoulder, but there was no malice behind it, theyād simply have to spend more time in the water if Shane wanted to be carried.
Eventually, when the sunlight started to shift, dimming slightly and casting the lake in an orange and pink glow, they drifted back toward the dock.
Ilya climbed out first, water sluicing off his broader, still-strong frame. He turned and waited, one hand on the top of the ladder, watching with open amusement as Shane swam up and reached for the bottom rung.
Shane grabbed it and tried to pull.
His arms strained. His soft, heavy belly pressed against the ladder. The awkward angle of climbing out of deep water required a kind of upper-body haul he simply didnāt have the strength or leverage for anymore. He got one foot on a lower rung, huffed, and slipped back into the water with a splash.
Ilyaās grin spread slow and wicked.
āHaving trouble there?ā
Shane glared up at him, cheeks already pink, whether that be from the humiliation that he could no longer climb up back to the dock or from the exertion of attempting to. āDonāt.ā
āIām just asking.ā Ilya leaned on the dock railing, clearly enjoying himself. āI bet it is difficult. That fat belly is making the ladder complicated.ā
Shane tried again. Same result. He ended up clinging to the side of the dock, breathing harder, soft body bobbing in the water.
Ilya laughed under his breath and finally crouched down, extending both hands. āCome on, tubs.ā
It took real effort. Ilya had to brace himself and pull while Shane kicked and scrambled. When he finally flopped onto the dock, chest heaving, water streaming off his soft sides and heavy stomach, he just lay there for a second on the sun warm wood.
Ilya loomed over him, dripping and pleased. āThere we go, big boy.ā
Shane covered his face with one forearm. āI hate you.ā
āNo you donāt.ā Ilya nudged his side with a foot, making the soft flesh give. āBefore next summer, we will have something moreā¦sturdy built but for now youāre going to spend the rest of this trip right here on the dock. Sun. Drinks. Snacks. Watching me swim. Iāll bring you whatever you want so you donāt have to keep fighting the ladder.ā
And that was exactly what happened.
For the rest of the day Shane stayed stretched out on a towel on the dock, skin warming under the sun, a cold drink sweating in one hand and multiple bags of snacks surrounding him, his chubby hands blindly reaching into whatever bag was closest and bringing it to his mouth with a content hum. Every so often Ilya would swim over, brace his arms on the edge, and check on him ā eyes dragging openly over the soft, sun-flushed curve of Shaneās tummy and the way it rested heavily in his lap and jiggled a bit whenever he shifted
Shane would pretend to scowl, but it always melted into a lovesick grin because he was exactly where he wanted to be, fat and happy and in love in their favorite place in the world.
Ilya would smile back, push off the dock again, and leave his properly fat husband right where he belonged.
