Ivan enjoys his sweets, perhaps the most out of those who live in the house. With all of the winter holidays and celebrations having come and gone, it's only natural that those extra slices of pie every day, a few fresh baked cookies from the nearby bakery after breakfast, and Oscar's rich cooking would make for snugger fitting shorts. The relief could not be more welcome after he got home from his ranger patrol. Freed of his shirt and belt with the fly of his shorts undone, he could breathe much easier now. Running his hands over his belly, he couldn't resist a contented smile. "Well I'll be... this feels nice."