I’ve seen a few posts lately about feeder/enabler ilya and now that’s wormed its way into my brain, bc it’s so good!!! Ilya who has just wanted his Shane to relax and feel good and enjoy life getting to finally witness it happening in a way he never really thought possible. Food has been a sore point for so goddamn long but now his Shane is loosening the reins and starting to branch out and eat more and actually enjoy food.
So of course Ilya is going to lean into this as much as possible. Of course he’s going to encourage shane to get seconds (and eventually thirds, and maybe even fourths). Of course he’s going to tell him that if he wants more he should eat more, who cares about the weight, who cares what other people think, if his Shane wants more, then he’s getting more.
It’s no big deal that Shane’s clothes are getting tight, they will just buy him new clothes. (And then they’ll buy new clothes again, and then again, and then a few sizes up this time bc he’s eating all the time, he’s eating and eating more and more and outgrowing clothes faster than they expected). Shane wants more but is too full to get up? Of course ilya is running back and forth to the kitchen to get Shane whatever he wants whenever he wants it. (Constantly refilling his snacks during the day, then seconds and thirds of dinner, and at least 2 helpings of dessert). The chairs are uncomfortable now? Well stupid chairs, ilya buys all new chairs for the house, no arms on them, so Shane is comfortable wherever he wants to sit his heavy body. (The first time shane breaks a chair Ilya hauls Shane’s heavy body up and fucks him over the kitchen table, both of them so turned on they can barely speak, ilya pawing at Shane’s fat stomach from behind. When ilya realizes that Shane’s dinner is still on the table and shane has started eating again while ilya’s fucking him, he comes right then and there, shane not far behind him).
Ilya enabling Shane and feeding him into being properly massive and fat because he just loves Shane so much and how could he ever not want more of Shane? Shane who is happy and well fed and relaxed and doing what he wants because it’s what he wants and not what other people expect of him. Ilya will widen doorways if the time comes that Shane needs it. He’ll hand feed him every single night if that’s what Shane wants, if that’s what makes Shane happy. He loves watching Shane grow and get bigger and rounder and he loves watching him walk and then waddle and maneuver his new bulk around, slowly and heavily. This is his dream, his husband in front of him, his body evidence that he’s finally at peace and he’s loved and hasn’t ilya done such a good job of feeding him and helping him grow?
Prompts for the prompt game: turning the tables on the feeder, even for just one night, so they know how it feels?
I can’t be trusted with prompts because I’m a chronic yapper and now this too is 1.3k words. A little bit of dom Ilya sub Shane for you! Thank you for the prompt!!!
“I want to feed you tonight” Shane is standing across the living room, he’s twisting his fingers together in front of his plump belly, he’s still probably a bit full from his “snack” Ilya made him an hour ago.
“Oh?” Ilya puts his phone down on the couch next to him.
“Yeah. I want you to know how good it feels, and I want to be the one who does it. Being fed is — it’s so good, Ilya. Please let me feed you.”
Fuck. Shane is so gorgeous when he knows what he wants. It’s clear by looking at Shane that Ilya has never denied him anything he wants, why start now?
Ilya nods and spreads his thighs.
“How do you want me?”
Shane’s face lights up, a grin pushing his chubby cheeks into his eyes.
“Just like that, but in your boxers.”
“You too then, I want to see what I did to you while you fatten me up just as good.”
They both strip out of their clothes, Ilya’s still somewhat toned muscles compared to Shane’s flab on full display. Both of them already tenting their boxers.
“Ok, sit down. I — I want to serve you tonight.” Shane finally comes over to where Ilya is sitting to grab his discarded clothes and to kiss him deeply. “I’ll be right back.”
Ilya watches Shane in the kitchen as he opens and closes cabinets and the fridge, preparing what he’s going to fed to Ilya. His belly rests on the counter now when he reaches up on his tip-toes to the top shelf to grab a serving platter. When he drops back down to flat feet his belly catches and rebounds with a jiggle that reverberates all the way up to his perky little tits. Not perky for long if Ilya has anything to say about it.
Shane returns with a full tray, a large serving platter full of food, four cans of coke, and a pink box dangling by its ribbon on Shane’s left hand. It seems to be a hodgepodge, various take-outs from Ilya’s favorite restaurants, Shane has been planning this. He sets the tray down on the coffee table within reach and sits next to Ilya on the couch.
“Can I feed you or do you want to do it?” Shane asks quietly.
“Oh Shanya, you have put so much work into this. You will feed me.”
Shane’s blush is so fucking sweet, with his shirt off Ilya can see that it goes all the way down to the top of his round tummy, his full torso flushed a pretty pink. Ilya wants to turn the tables so bad and see how stretched out he can make that blush, but Shane wants this so bad, so Ilya will give it to him.
Shane feeds him so well, Ilya can tell Shane’s dropping just a bit, his eyes heavy and dark. Ilya will moan around a bite just to see Shane shudder.
“You’re doing so well feeding me, filling me up so well.” Ilya makes a show of rubbing the small jut of his stomach.
“Do you like it?” Shane asks, placing his own large hand over Ilya’s. “Do you feel good?”
“You make me feel so good, malysh.”
After Ilya cleans the serving platter Shane opens the pink box. Inside is a chocolate cake covered in thick, glossy frosting.
“You don’t have to eat it all, tell me when you’re done.” Shane says, turning to grab the fork from the coffee table.
Ilya leans forward as much as his full belly will allow to grab Shane by the wrist.
“I don’t have to eat it all because you will help me, come.” He pats his lap for Shane to come sit with him.
Shane hesitantly climbs over Ilya’s thighs, hovering over his lap and not putting his full weight down. That simply won’t do, Ilya wants to feel Shane on him.
“Sit, all the way.”
Shane obeys, relaxing his thighs and thumping down into Ilya’s lap. Jesus Shane got heavy, he rides Ilya regularly, but not nearly as often now that he’s so big, every time he sits in Ilya’s lap he’s a little bit heavier. With Shane in Ilya’s lap facing him their bellies are touching; soft, supple fat pressed against firm bloat. Ilya grabs onto Shane’s plush sides and pulls him closer.
“Will you eat so much for me you cannot sit in my lap anymore?” Ilya asks, taking a handful of Shane’s empty tummy and shaking it.
“You’re supposed to be eating it all, this is for you.” Shane whines, burying his face in Ilya’s neck. His hips buck up against Ilya’s though, unable to stop himself in his hazy mindset.
“Yes, this is for me, and this-“ Ilya rubs Shane’s stomach again, “is also for me. And I want to see it full, you’re so hungry, malysh, so good to fill me up and feed me. Is your turn now, we will share.”
Ilya does away with the fork, instead breaking off bites of cake to gently press between Shane’s lips. He was already floating from the submission of serving Ilya, but being hand fed always put Shane in such an agreeable state of mind. Ilya could do anything to Shane right now, it’s how he got Shane to eat past his limits enough to get as fat as he is now.
For every couple of bites Ilya feeds Shane, Shane will feed Ilya one. Sweet chocolate frosting coating his tongue, the cake sits heavy in his stomach on top of everything else that Shane has so lovingly fed him tonight. He can see why Shane likes this, being stuffed lights up nerves all over his body. His stomach is so sensitive where it’s stretched tight and rubbing up against Shane.
Two thirds of the way through the cake Shane gives up on feeding Ilya. His arms had gone slack and lazy as his belly firmed up against Ilya’s. He was leaning forward now, putting all of his weight on Ilya. It was so easy to pass handful after handful of cake through his waiting mouth.
Ilya swiped up the last of the frosting from the bottom of the box and pressed his finger up to Shane’s panting mouth. He had eaten well over half the cake all on his own, that didn’t stop Shane from pulling Ilya’s finger into his mouth and sucking it clean.
With his fingers sufficiently cleaned, Ilya reached between them to pull their hard cocks out, with some careful maneuvering of Shane’s belly Ilya was able to get them between their stuffed stomachs. It would only take a few thrusts, they were both so on edge.
“Do you think you can move? You are too heavy for me to do the lifting, hump my belly until you finish, be good for me just a bit longer.”
Shane hummed against Ilya’s neck and starting moving his hips, the soft swell of his belly perfectly covering their cocks.
Ilya had estimated correctly, after a minute or so of Shane thrusting, both of them were finishing against their stomachs.
Shane rolled off of Ilya, his belly smacking against his upper thighs as it settled.
“So perfect, Shane. You did such a good job feeding me. I see why you like it, I see why you have gotten so fat for me.” Ilya reaches over to rub at Shane’s belly where it’s not covered in cum.
“This was supposed to be for you, how do I always end up full?” Shane whines.
“Because you need it, and because you’re so good for me and do whatever I tell you.”
They spend a while on the couch, Ilya just a bit too full to want to move and Shane too blissed out and lazy to even attempt it. Ilya cleans them both up with a napkin before he pulls Shane closer to him so they can tangle their arms together and rub each other’s bellies.
It probably won’t happen often, but Ilya’s certain this won’t be the last time they wind up both stuffed on the couch.
"Finished already?" Ilya asks, smirking. His own stack of plates is only three high, and none of them were nearly as loaded as the ones he's been bringing for Shane. Shane tries to glare at him, but he's so full that he feels a little dazed from it and he knows it's showing on his face. It ends up being more of a weak frown than a glare.
"I had six plates," Shane protests. "What d'ya mean 'already'?"
"Is an all you can eat buffet," Ilya says, shrugging nonchalantly. "I think you can eat more."
in response to a prompt: "Fat Shane getting stuck in a booth at a restaurant"
Always chubby Shane who gets to college and discovers he’s a feedee. Feeding himself is expensive though, and he wants the feedback and praise. So he joins a site, he starts posting pictures of himself, he starts talking to some guys, a couple of them pay him or send him food.
His favorite feeder is BuffRussian81. They have actual good conversations, and BuffRussian81 showers Shane in praise and a pretty hefty chunk of change too.
So if Shane starts picturing the same abs and strong arms on the cute guy with curly hair who keeps sitting by him in the library…
