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Link the kink blog, please 🙏💟
!! Freaky font🫵😥
@shanepanzon I think tagging isn't working oops but here it is:)!!! Go my fat Shane!!
I modified it for hollanov purposes and i think when im done travelling and finally free for winter break I'll go through chubby Shane Tumblr and reblog my favorite posts hehe
Your belly kink- I see you and applaud you
thank you thank you:))
Ur kink blog????????? Is THIS the kink blog or do u have another blog?
this is the hollanov art blog!! ive had another blog for a while but never posted there but its very much intended to be kink hehe even in the username
my keyboard is acting up and i cant write little faces>( see im not sure where all the little things are
id reblog and maybe post hollanov kink things there!!
since the last fat shane hollander writing posts im seriously considering using my kink blog for hollanov kinks that dont fit into the au the way i want (feedism and all it comes with, etc) but maybe i will just reblog there things from the chubby shane side of tumblr that i love but sometimes i lose the blogs or posts!!
that blog has always been about reblogging and is very very empty nos but itd be very nice to post less au ish posts about fat shane, that lean much more into the kink (than they do now i mean)
just a little thought im writing instead of writing these documents i have to do for the exam hehe
it's fat pregnant shane hollander hours:))!!
(and feedism and things of that nature!)
One of the firsts times that something starts to awaken in Ilya's mind (or, a new kink starts to unlock) is during Shane's second trimester with their third baby.
Of course Ilya’s perceptive, and much more about his husband who he's very obsessed and extremely in love with, though it doesn't really take a genius to notice that Shane runs hungrier than he did before. There used to be the cravings with their first two girls, but now any meal came with the request of a bigger serving, and sometimes seconds.
When has Shane ever asked for seconds? And not just any seconds, he asks for the exact same heaping plate, full of that day's meal. And what can Ilya do but give it to him? Tell him, no Shane, one is enough? Shane could ask him for thirds and fourths and Ilya will go back to the kitchen for them!
He's just hungrier. Ilya can't say he doesn't feel fondness when he sees Shane eating. Not just eating but clearly enjoying himself while at it. He loves it, knowing that his husband's not making himself miserable with restrictive diets and calories-counting and constantly fighting to make his body into a form that naturally just doesn't come to. Because Ilya's sure that Shane was meant to be like this, chubbier. Strong muscle present still, of course, but under a healthy amount of fat. Fatness suits him, both in body and mind, and Ilya's more than happy to keep encouraging him.
Sometimes he overdoes it, though.
One of those first times happen on a romantic date between the two. The restaurant is nice, dimly, comfortably lit the way Shane appreciates, and it doesn't have two little girls constantly grabbing their attention.
They make pleasant conversation that ends up revolving around their daughters anyway (parenthood, Ilya loves it), lined with some chirping at each other because neither Ilya nor Shane would be themselves if they didn't poke at the other's buttons to see what happens.
They order, nothing out of the ordinary.
What's also becoming usual is the way Shane all but inhales his food and Ilya, for a change, still has food left in his plate.
After a few minutes, Shane picks his phone and scans the menu again, and soon he's eyeing the main courses and showing them to Ilya. And Ilya just smiles at each image, with his heart soaring from such a small act as simply wanting something else to eat, and he calls the waiter over to their table, before Shane can make up his mind about which of the two options he's been showing Ilya to choose.
Easy, Ilya mouths at him before looking up at the waiter. "We want these both. Show her, sweetheart."
Shane's face's flushed, even after he watches the waiter leave to fetch their order. “Ilya–”
Ilya grins, “Don't worry, Shane, both are for you, I know how hungry you are.”
That comment only makes Shane's face flush harder, but when both plates arrive, he gladly engulfs both meals. After, Ilya notices how Shane shifts in his seat, rubbing his hand over the rounded top of his belly as he sits back. It takes a couple of seconds for Ilya to realize that he's too full.
Shane arches and sighs, then turns his head to the side, covering his mouth with the back of a hand as he seems to want to burp, but hiccups instead, his body jostling for a second.
“Sorry,” he mutters absentmindedly, now both hands rubbing on both sides of his belly, most likely aching from the food.
(Ilya has seen Shane trying to burp or straight up burping thousands of times before, of course, but this time, for some reason, there's a treacherous jump of interest in his-)
Shane lets out a very short puff of air. He doesn't apologize for that one and instead looks up at Ilya. “What are we going to get for dessert?”
Fuck, if that doesn't make Ilya want to get up from his seat and smother Shane's beautiful chubby cheeks in kisses.
Yes, my love. He'll say between each smooch. Anything you want, all the menu if you'd like. I'll rub your belly if it starts hurting too much.
Ilya doesn't say or do that, though. He just goes through the menu alongside Shane, and suggests. And suggests, and suggests… and there's that glint in Shane's eyes, that sort of hunger that came when he was particularly overcome by a craving. When he simply needs to have it, or he won't know peace.
The next half hour consists of Shane delighting himself long after Ilya finished his own hearty dessert, opening his own mouth for a bite or two of Shane's dessert. He tells random stories to fill in the silence that came from Shane working through the little fancy plates in front of him.
By the time he's done, his breath is shorter, his discomfort clear as water and his poor, round tummy seems too distended even for his pregnant (and chubby) standards.
(He looks hot.)
Shane's brow pinches in pain and Ilya's ready to get up from his chair. “Shane?” But his husband just shakes his head and gestures for him to stay put. Ilya obediently sits back again.
His husband shifts in his seat, subtly pulling on his pants, probably his waistband, which Ilya was well aware was elastic and roomy. If even that made him uncomfortable…
Soon after Shane asks to leave, face flushed and breathing a little too labored. After clearing the bill and back in the car, he keeps rubbing his belly, almost groaning, even after putting on the seatbelt and Ilya has started the trek back home.
Ilya has to resist not to pull over and help rub Shane's ache away, ease the way the seat belt digs against his round abdomen. He doesn't do this, but he does rest his right hand on Shane's lower belly, right under Shane's working hands. The same way he's done dozens of times, in any of Shane's pregnancies.
But Shane's hand grabs Ilya's and moves it up and up, until it's resting on the hard top of his stomach, stuffed after dinner.
“Feel, it's so tight,” Shane sighs. Ilya rubs, testing its give, realizing that it is tight. Shane sighs, contentedly, still breathless.
“Do you think it's all from our dinner?” Ilya asks reflexively, pressing the pad of his fingers gently against Shane's strained dress shirt. “Or you have some air in there, too?”
Shane shakes his head a little, clearly struggling to steady his breathing. There's still that pinch in his brow, his stomach must be hurting.
“I don't know. I ate a lot. I shouldn't have, but I was just so hungry–”
“You did amazing,” Ilya cut him off. “Feeding yourself so well. You didn't leave a single crumb, my love.”
Shane's face flushes at the praise, with a small, pleased smile pulling at his lips.
"So I did well?"
"Very well, eating everything they brought for you."
Shane's eyebrows do that small, tiny twitch -almost imperceptible if Ilya weren't, again, absolutely obsessed with anything Shane's face can do- that he does when he's aroused.
Ilya will file that for later. Right now, he has a poor, taxed tummy to soothe.
He sets his hand to work more diligently, and Shane moans quietly when Ilya presses on, insistently and not with as much gentleness as Shane has been doing. Ilya's stirred by the urge to prod and push and see just how much, how packed Shane's stomach truly is, how much is food, how much is just trapped air. His eyes barely leave the road, only throwing a few glances back at Shane, who only lets out some clearly frustrating small, trapped puffs of air. Not nearly close to what he needs, so Ilya works with renewed effort when they reach a red light.
He properly looks at Shane, his flushed, chubbier cheeks, his plump lips open as he nearly pants to catch his breath.
(He looks undone and it suits him so, so well.)
Ilya keeps pressing, at the top, the sides, with hard rubs against it, sure that he can help Shane release some pressure. Almost vibrating with the need to get it through.
Shane rests his head back against his seat, closing his eyes and groaning.
“Yes, right there…” he says, voice soft and pliant. Ilya has to will his dick down, pavloved into waking up. “Hm, Ilya.” Oh, fuck.
A loud car horn makes him look back at the now green light. For fuck’s sake. Back again at blindly rubbing around, Ilya still gets blessed with tiny groans and Shane's heavy breathing.
After a particularly hard push against his tight side, Shane's hand flies to cover his own mouth, right before he releases a rich belch, the sort that Ilya knows feels amazing and relieving and even hurts a little. Shane flushes bright red while Ilya lets out a loud laugh.
“There it is, sweetheart!”
“Shut up.” Shane rubs at his chest, knowing him, probably embarrassed at having to get burped, not unlike a baby. He does seem less uncomfortably full though, he now draws in a fuller breath.
“Do you feel better now?” Ilya asks, rubbing a few more seconds, this time gentle and nice, before pulling his hand away and bringing it up to Shane's flushed cheek.
Shane nods. He seems to want to say something else, and Ilya patiently waits, knowing that eventually Shane will probably ask something. Probably a request. Because he's never not demanding for something (Ilya wouldn't have it any other way).
“Can you… can you do that again? It felt... good.”
Shane's timidly asking if Ilya can help him burp as if he hasn't already seen Shane get his ass beat by pregnancy more than once, sweaty and tired, then bloody and pained. Or catch a nasty, gross bug from Ilya himself after taking care of him. Or...
As if Ilya hasn't seen parts of him that Shane considers embarrassing beyond measure but Ilya treasures as the form of intimacy and trust that they are. Ilya isn't sure there's anything Shane needs him for that Ilya would say no to.
He's not going to say all that right now, though. It doesn't fit the mood.
“Of course, sweetheart.”
The whole thing happens again, several weeks later. Then a week after that. Then a few days after that. Then it becomes a little routine to help Shane at the end of the day, even if he's not stuffed enough to need Ilya's help. It's nice to sit together and give Shane's tummy some attention outside of talking to their baby.
When he actually overfeeds himself (or Ilya accidentally overfeeds Shane, because sometimes things happen and nice husbands cook too much and oh no, all this food...) Ilya helps him through it, sometimes it leads to something else. None of them truly addresses it, when Shane's clearly aroused as Ilya's hands rub on his full stomach, or how Ilya's erection presses against Shane's thick thigh, with the way he almost sits on his lap, his face hidden in Shane's softer neck and his hands rubbing and feeling how full he is...
But what can Ilya do but help? He's not going to tell Shane to stop. He doesn't want him to, either.
i did a quick drawing of ilya's hand on shane's belly in the car but i don't like how it looks yet and i have to continue homework now;( i'll go back to it after my exam though:)!!
it's thinking about fat shane hollander hours and i can't draw right now but!!
A quiet afternoon has both of them cuddling in bed, Shane half-laying on top of Ilya.
Shane's stomach is comfortably full after a big meal, and Ilya’s hand is rubbing softly and sometimes sinking his fingers in the fat on Shane's sides, his back, and anywhere his hand can go, before coming back to his belly.
Shane's so content, a bit sleepy as he tends to get after a heavy meal. His biggest, most recent enemy is not succumbing to the urge of sitting too reclined or he'll surely go into a brief food coma, snoring and all. Now there's no hope for him, laying heavily on his side like a sated seal, his eyes already closed. He'll fall asleep any second; Ilya has no doubt.
“Lunch was so good,” Shane mutters absentmindedly. Content and full and isn't that a disarming view. “Your cooking's so good.”
Ilya smiles and presses a chaste kiss against Shane's temple. “Yes, I practice so I can feed my husband well. He's too thin.”
He emphasizes his words with a few playful pats at Shane's tummy.
Shane smiles, amused by the answer, and Ilya admires privately how it makes the apple of his cheeks round out, making his face seem fuller.
“Are you planning to fatten me up?”
Fatten up.
Shane has such a way of turning Ilya on with just his words, especially when he doesn’t mean to.
Ilya raises his eyebrows. “Yes, but see this." He grabs a handful of Shane's love handles, then palms his wide ass, hand sinking against its give while it jiggles with the smack. “Plan already worked. My husband is the fattest he's ever been.”
“But you could get me fatter…”
Ilya’s smile fades, before he presses another kiss on Shane's hair. He caresses Shane's cheek while his love finally yields to his food-induced sleepiness.
Fuck, he's joking, Ilya reminds himself, redirecting his thoughts from the tempting images of more fat on Shane's body into something less dangerous.
Shane's big ass under his palm. No. Shane's large, dimpled hand resting on Ilya's chest. Don't- Thicker thighs weighting Ilya down as they wrap around him, engulfing his own. Be strong! More belly pressing against tight clothes and peeking from under the hem of Shane's shirts whenever he so much as moves. Arms getting thicker and plushier when flexed, and his cute face even softer, his slight waddle getting more pronounced. Ilya's arms struggling to pick his husband up, too heavy for even all his training.
Fuck.
(Animals by Maroon 5 starts playing)
ilya is hugging shane but in his mind he is hitting this pose. he's battling horny demons (possibility of fatter husband).
babies are at yuna and david's house, and they're having a nice day just to themselves for their anniversary. they'll make love again after shane's nap.
why do you imagine shane fat and not ilya too?
i think as a concept it's interesting (the way hollanova is) and makes sense but i'm not really interested in exploring it🙇!!
and i love contrast! i think once a long while ago someone on twitter posted, imagine ilya leaner and shane chubbier, and it's been dormant in the back of my mind ever since, and now it woke up and made its way into the au hehe
First of all you are a amazing artist
Second I love that your art has gotten more freaky, please keep going
thank you🧎❤️❤️!!!
actually i think it has always been freaky, is just that I don't post the freaky here too much!
There's that one of Ilya breastfeeding from shane, and that one of Shane very pregnant trying to sit on Ilya's face, and there's another of Shane pregnant too and Ilya between his legs but I think that one's more sweet than anything🤔 but they're in twitter!!
O I remembered another one that isn't freaky but it's pregnant Shane lying on his side inspired by a pibble dog. Big belly🧎I have to post that one here
We'll continue with the freaky🫡
did you start the chubby shane hollander revolution??
😆😆 no!! there were already people doing chubby shane hollander wonderful things and i decided to join them🫡
(i'm a fan of making characters fat when it makes them happier so i think it was only a matter of time since i already drew shane chubbier than what's probably canon!)
(and it goes in hand that i enjoy the feeding/weight gain aspect🫡 i am putting that man in situations (enjoying food without guilt))
all hockey players turn fat after retirement - their bodies are used to consuming and burning 6000 calories a day - near 8000 in the play offs! (why they always look so skeletal when they shave the beard off) - Ilya, the beer gut is coming for you
interesting....
i had an idea of ilya's own tummy pressing against shane's back when they're- (the strong winds knock a house's corrugated iron roof off). when they're spooning:)
I'm a big fan that you draw Shane and Ilya around the same height (they are eQUAL) about 6 foot, but then third giant baby girl get to be giant baby adult towering over the entire family
I'm happy!! i love how identical Ilya and Shane are in height (even more that Hudson Williams seems to be a tiny bit taller than Connor storrie I love that🙇 I find it hot sorry take me to horny jail😞)
And yes!!! She's the biggest of them all, and makes Ira seem tiny tiny though she's not!
Shane, Ilya and Yulya are all around the same height, then there's Ira who's a couple inches shorter and then there's ilyaling who's tallest than anyone ever in the family🫡 because I love the baby of the family being very big but still a baby to the oldest family members! (She is Shane's and ilya's little baby girl🙇)
In Twitter someone drew Sonya and ira and the height difference was so cute🙇!! They're biggest sister and baby sister
heyyy you are legit doing something revolutionary with fat shane 💗 i hope you’re not discouraged by any potential haters
yay!!! Thank you🙇❤️
Just a little bit when they catch me in a low mood/too tired but I'll continue because I love him so much🫡
omg the fic you just posted is so 🤤🤤🤤 this is normally not my thing but you are opening my eyes to a whole new world haha
I'm happy you liked it🙇!!! I really want to try to write more:)!! And I'm happy that you're seeing the wonders of the fat Shane headcanon too🧎❤️