Latvia's weight gainLatvia had always been the smallest of the Baltic's. He had always been the shortest, the over looked, the most nervous, the most ignored.
Except in Russia's eyes. In Russia's eyes, Latvia was the perfect toy to play with. Latvia would always come when he called, always ask "how high" when Russia said "jump" and he would always eat when Russia told him to eat.
Just like a good little puppy.
And when the Soviet Union fell, and America's influence started to spread its poison around Russia's home, Ivan grew angry. As with any strong emotion the comfort came from food.
Burgers, fries, milkshakes, even food from Latvia's native home, Ivan forced the little nation to eat it all. He loved seeing the tiny blond cry with his cheeks puffed with the flavorless slop, loved the way the buttons grew strained against his ever expanding belly, loved the way he was still in control.
"I-I've eaten too much " Latvia sobbed, spreading his legs apart for some relief. "no-no more please "
Iggy WG 04Hehe, he's sort of fat in this one! ^__^Iggy WG 044 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Two Weeks Later, 15 pounds heavier:
"Iggy, I got your sandwhich made, you wanna come in here and get it?" Alfred called out. In reality he just wanted to see how out of shape his lover was. He had a plate of cookies and a liter of pepsi on the table waiting on the other nation. He couldn't wait to see the bloated belly,it had grown so nicely in the past two weeks.
Getting himself off the couch had become a very difficult task indeed. It took all of his energy, and by the time he was up he was panting, his cheeks red and sweat drizzling down his forehead. But he needed that food, he couldn't give up now. "C-Coming!"
Heaving and wheezing, he waddled into the kitchen, scratching the underside of his belly and yawning. "Why couldn't you just bring it to me? You know how tired I've be--" he was interrupted by a yawn.
Alfred was all smiles as he gave the belly a rub and leaned down to kiss the other man, "I thought you could come see me for a change!
Weight TrainingCiel frowned cautiously up at the large concoction that was bubbling on the stove. Immortality had not been kind to him. A man well over a hundred years forced into the body of a young child. The small demon looked from the pot to his significantly taller mate and reached to loop their arms in an almost vulnerable gesture.Weight Training4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Sebastian," Despite his body language, his tone was very commanding. "What the hell is that?"
The eternal servant just smirked as he stirred the extremely brown contents within the pot. "This is your snack." He teased, "Butter mixed with chocolate syrup."
The description made Ciel's stomach twist nervously. The comes a point in a young demon's life where immortality finally sinks in and they realize they can do just about anything in an unlimited amount of time. Today, Ciel was experimenting with his body. "And you're sure this is reversable?"
"With time, yes." The older demon assured, ruffling his soft hair. The boy only frowned as he thought about it, f
Iggy WG Snippet of part 1He shifted in his sleep, feeling his boxers digging into the flesh of his hips. Reaching down, he wiggled so that they rested a bit lower, allowing his stomach to spill forth. Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, sleepy eyes opening.Iggy WG Snippet of part 14 years ago in Scraps More Like This
He was hungry. Again.
He turned to face Alfred. Why was it that the American was never up when he needed him to be? "Alfred..." he whispered, shaking his shoulder. "Alfred...I'm hungry...wake up before I cook up breakfast."
Slowly Alfred's eyes open and he sees Arthur sitting up beside him. He stumbles for his glasses and puts them on, "Ig? Breakfast? No..I'll cook.." He wipes his eyes sleepily remembering what he did earlier that morning and reached over running his hand over the bloated stomach. "Ig, what did you do? Did you get up and eat? You're bloated.."
Blinking, he looked down at his stomach, realizing that Alfred was right. His stomach did look rather bloated. It rested over the lip of his boxers, nearly sitting in his lap.
"Maybe I did...I-I don't r
Fatalia - America - England*** This is my first time posting this EVER. This IS a feeding/feeder, weight gain story. I don't usually post these publically but for some reason, this one made sense. I have more coming if people like it. ***Fatalia - America - England5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
****** DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER IF YOU CAN NOT HANDLE WEIGHT GAIN, STUFFING, OVER EATING, ANYTHING WITH THIS FETISH *******
Iggy rarely called any of his ideas genius out loud but this one was down right genius. What better way to shut Alfred up in the meeting than to give him food to eat. The American loved to eat and wasn't afraid of admitting it. Iggy didn't know how Alfred had managed to stay so thin with his binging.
He was determined to sabotage whatever it was though and it wasn't like Alfred would say no to food. His hands clenched the bag of hamburgers he'd grabbed on his way in from the British McDonalds that Alfred had insisted they put in downtown London. He stood at the door and saw him sitting there at the table already eating two hamburgers and drinking
Fatalia - October Fest 01Germany/ItalyFatalia - October Fest 015 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Italy thought something weird was going on during the month of October and while it took him two weeks to figure out what he was fairly certain his lover was gaining weight. If it had been any of the other countries, even Japan, he wouldn't have been so surprised, but Germany? Germany was always so fit and muscular, now he could feel Germany's softness around his belly area as they lay together in bed.
He didn't say a word though and let Germany stroke his hair to guide him to sleep as they always did. He was finding it hard to listen though as the other man told him what tomorrow's agenda was, he wanted to know why Germany was getting softer.
"So, er, tomorrow, I won't be around until Lunch time maybe later. I have another party to go to then the fair grounds." Germany said his mind not even on the words he was speaking. He was thinking more of the hours he had to wait before he got more beer and wurst, this year he had decided to go all
APH - Japan's WG 1The Japanese man sighed, eating yet another American pastry as he sat at Alfred's dining room table, the American dumping more food onto his half full plate. Alfred grinned at him, taking a donut for himself as he kept blabbering about his wonderful desserts, cakes, snacks, and other sugary treats. Kiku nearly gagged on the amount of sugar on the food, and the large quantity of food. His stomach was so full it hurt, yet Alfred kept refilling his plate with the sugary treats, telling him that he wanted his friend to get a taste of American culture.APH - Japan's WG 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"That's everything yo!" Alfred laughed, Kiku finally finishing the last dessert: a double chocolate cake. Kiku groaned, leaning back against his chair, his stomach so bloated it was distended. He food himself having a bit difficultly breathing, more full than he'd ever been.
"Ah..." he winced, looking down at his stomach. The buttons on his jacket seemed to strain just the slightly against his swollen belly. He sighed with displeasure, lookin
Love is Blind ILove Is BlindLove is Blind I5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hotaru lived his life in the dark. Not in any metaphoric sense, but in the very physical one. Hotaru was born blind. He was the first and only son born to the king and queen, and as a result of both this and his disability, he was sheltered. Everyone in his life, from his parents to his servants, treated Hotaru like a glass doll that would break if he was put under too much strain. He had never even been outdoors for more than a few moments, between the castle and the carriage when it brought him to the various castles his family owned.
He was a beauty, that was for sure. Of course Hotaru had to take it on others words that he was beautiful, it was quite true. He was special. His skin was unnaturally pale, since he'd never had much direct contact with the sunlight. He had hair longer than his sisters, since the prince had told his servants to never cut it. The straight, dark red hair fell all the way to his mid-back, and Hotaru spent much of his time brushing it, just for
The Fault is PastaLudwig sat across from the personification of Italy on their diningThe Fault is Pasta5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
room table. Feliciano must have already been on his 8th plate full of
pasta, drowned in thick fatty sauce and covered in a mound of parmesan
cheese. This was the first time he had really paid attention to how
MUCH the Italian really ate, and he swore he could see his
cheeks loosing there definitions and rounding off as he sat patiently waiting
for the shorter boy to finally finish his meal. He really should pay
attention to the lad more often! When had Feli grown so round and
After another 3 or 4 plates of gorging himself, it seemed that the
Italian was finally sated.
As the boy leaned back, and Ludwig couldn't help but notice the chair
squeak and whine under the obviously hefty Italian and the boy slowly
began to rub his ever expanding belly, that had just begun to peak out
of his new large clothing.
Feliciano whined quietly as he realised he had over eaten once again.
His clothes had become way too small
OctoberFest ch 5After they left Italy's room, Germany's stomach started to gurgle and growl again, Prussia raised his eye brows amused but didn't say anything until they were back in the kitchen. "You're hungry?" His brother blushed a bit not knowing how to respond to that. His stomach answered for him though, it growled again and rumbled loudly. "Kekeke, I'll take that as a yes!" Prussia turned slightly and caught his brother by surprise placing his hand on the bloated belly, pressing down a bit hard and shaking it. "You should eat something."OctoberFest ch 55 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Without another word Prussia went to the door, "Where are you going?"
"It's October fest, if you are going to eat, you need to eat awesomeness. I know you won't leave Ita-chan in his drunk state, you're softening ya know that, so I'll be back with noms!"
Germany watched him leave wondering why his brother was being so nice to him before walking over to the refrigerator and getting yet another beer.
Prussia reappeared half an hour later with an arm full of pastr
Prince's Wish - 1 of 3Prince's Wish (1/3)Prince's Wish - 1 of 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
AN: This story contains: weight gain of the male variety and stuffing.
You can't deal with that? Have you met mister [x] at the corner of the screen? He will show you the exit
"More!" the cook commanded and more food was shoved down the funnel that was in Saki's mouth and down his throat.
This was already the fifth big dinner session, but he still felt like bursting as more food stretched his stomach. His belly bloated up in front of him, heavy with all sorts of meals and fattening desserts. Slow circles were rubbed on the stretched and taunt skin to help ease the pain as much as possible, but it was no helping, considered by how fast the food went down the funnel.
He groaned as his stomach grew yet rounder again. But maybe in a few weeks it would all be better. After all he was chosen by the prince and this all was an honour.
Three weeks later the new roundness in front of him felt better. It was still strange
Iggy WG 030 Pounds HeavierIggy WG 034 years ago in Scraps More Like This
He couldn't believe how utterly easy this had been and how well it was working. His plan to fatten Iggy was working wonderfully. He hovered over the other man who was cooking a chocolate cake and wrapped his arms around the fattened waist. He could feel the softness and roundness and loved it. "Mmm Iggy..can I have some?"
"When I'm finished," Arthur growled, not even bothering to try and shoo Alfred away. He knew it would be no use, besides he was too tired. He didn't want to waste his energy on Alfred right now.
Emerald eyes honed in on the cake he had been frosting. He was on his second container of icing and planned on using every bit of it. There was really no reason to be eating a cake today, other than the fact that Arthur wanted to. It wasn't a special occassion, but he was bored and hungry.
His stomach pressed against the counter as he worked, though he failed to notice. Yawning, he finished with the frosting and stood back to admire his work. "Finished."
Fatalia - October Fest 02That morning he'd gone back on his word. He'd been too bloated still from the previous nights binge that when the morning light came through the window he'd turned over and gone back to sleep, not worrying about the morning jog. After all, he was still so full and he wanted Italy to get him more food later.Fatalia - October Fest 025 years ago in Scraps More Like This
A couple of hours later he had woken up again and this time the buzz from the last nights beer was almost gone, but then he wanted more. He carefully got out of the bed, letting Italy sleep some more, then stood noticing his tank top seemed tighter than usual and it seemed to be riding up exposing his stomach.
He touched the offending object carefully as if he were afraid it'd bite. It jiggled slightly but settled on the edge of his shorts, bloated and round still. He could still hear the beer sloshing inside of him. He'd never been this over weight before. Gilbert had been right though, it did feel good to over indulge. He then let out a belch and started towards the kitchen wonder
Germany wg-ish thingLudwig groaned. How had this happened?Germany wg-ish thing4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He gazed down at his large, rounded stomach sadly, missing the hard six-pack that used to be there.
How? It was all Alfred's fault. Really. Everything.
He'd given him the damn vitamins in the first place.
Ludwig hadn't been feeling well lately, and of course, the American just had to pry, didn't he? The truth was, for the first time, Ludwig, though not being nearly as old as some of the other nations, was beginning to feel his age, and he'd expressed this to the bespectacled blonde.
Of course, America had the answer. He always had the answer. Even when nobody was interested in hearing it. The trick, he said, was a special multivitamin his scientists had cooked up recently. Supposedly, it was supposed to increase your metabolism. And... it did. For a few hours.
He read the label once again, scanning the list of known side effects. Of course, right there, in plain, easy-to-read English, was listed "increased appetite." The vitamin did exactly what i
My Chubby Pig: Part VIMy Chubby PigMy Chubby Pig: Part VI5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For the next few weeks, Pig became more used to the world he had been bought into. He was given a trainer, though he had only met with her once so far. He had started adjusting more to Leor's schedule, which meant waking up later than he ever had in his entire life. The curtains would be closed at some point by Ethan, but Pig wouldn't even budge. This may have also had something to do with the fact that Leor was filling him up to the brim with heavy dinners, usually accompanied with several goblets of milk, just before bed every night. Pig became used to his bigger meals, and didn't feel quite as embarrassed when they were placed in front of him.
For instance the night a week after Leor had received his ill-fated letter, and a week before he was meant to leave, Pig had finished a huge lunch. He was just eating the last of an entire plate of scones and leaned back, face bright red. It still bothered him a little, but he didn't cry. From across the table, he sa
Iggy WG 02Alfred's watch alarm beeped waking him up and he noted the watch said 6 am. He quickly shut up off and sat up rubbing his eyes. He usually detested the idea of getting up this early but in order to feed Arthur more, he had to try. The British country had been eating so much lately he had gained at least 15 pounds, and he was loving it. And wanted it to continue.Iggy WG 024 years ago in Scraps More Like This
He hurried down the stairs as quickly and quietly as he could grabbing his glases. When he came back up it was 6:15 am and the sun was just coming up. He sat the tray down beside Arthur's bed and bent down stroking the pale features, "Hey," He whispered, "Iggy. Wake up. I brought some food, your stomach was growling, it woke me up!"
Green eyes slowly fluttered open at the combination of Alfred's voice in his ear and the wonderful aroma of food coming from beside him. Alfred had brought him breakfast in bed again. He must be getting spoiled.
"You didn't have to..." he murmured, sitting up slightly. He stretched, his shirt riding
APH - Japan's WG 3What went on at breakfast for the two Asian nations continued on for every meal. For seven days straight. Yao would continue to make more and more food for the younger country, both of them binging at every meal. Kiku of course was eating much more than Yao, which Yao wanted to happen. He wanted Kiku to be happy, and food made him happy. So if he ate more, wouldn't that make him overjoyed? Besides, Kiku was always so adorable ChubbyAPH - Japan's WG 35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But of course, all of this extra calories Kiku was consuming was starting to show. His cheeks were a bit plumper, his clothing getting gradually tighter and tighter after eating. But what was the biggest give away was his stomach. His belly stuck out at least an inch now, pushing against his waistband and shirt. The bottom of his shirt was at the top of the waistband of his pants. At least a few more meals and his shirt would start riding up at this rate.
What make Yao go crazy with excitement was the fact that Kiku was blissfully unaware of his weigh
Beware the Pancakes -Stuffing-The concept of a flat stomach always escaped the American. As far as he could remember, he'd always had some shape to his belly, if slight. However, he'd gotten very good at hiding it, except for the occasions in his youth when England used to buy him suits two sizes too small (if he were truthful about his waistline, the old British man would have a heart attack-Of course, not before immediately curving America's eating habits, or attempting to, by putting a tax out on food or something ridiculous like that). So he'd always been a few pounds overweight-Big deal, he'd think to himself, It's not like I'm fat And he continued on with his life believing that just so long as he managed his weight carefully, and his metabolism kept up with him, he'd be fine. He never expected that it would be his own brother that ended up doing him in.Beware the Pancakes -Stuffing-4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Canada loved to cook. America loved to eat. So what was the harm in inviting his brother over for breakfast? This was the mindset of the
Fatalia - October Fest ch3At the tents there were parties and lots of people enjoying themselves, Italy himself felt happy to be there. This was what Italy was like all the time, he smiled looking up as Germany hugged him close almost protectively as they both walked towards the first tent. "Now, be careful, Italy. Drunk Germans, as you know, can be a bit touchy. Don't leave my side unless you ask first, alright?"Fatalia - October Fest ch35 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Italy placed his hand on Germany's stomach again smiling as Germany relaxed again, "Si! Germany likes this?" He asked innocently as he was walked over to the bar. He noticed as Germany ordered two beers in his native language that the normally tight tank top looked even tighter and was riding up a bit. He ran his hand down towards the edge of the newly grown stomach and ran his fingers along the edge of the roll that was sitting on Germany's waistband. To his delight it jiggled a bit and he heard Germany gasp, looking up he saw the other countries' cheeks had turned red and he looked as if he were try
APH: It Starts with Asia... WGChina didn't know what came over him anymore when it came to food.APH: It Starts with Asia... WG5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Whenever he was hungry -- which now seemed to be all the time -- he would gorge himself until he was close to tears with the pain from the bloating. The size of his portions had tripled, the amount of snacks he had had doubled, and he now craved the most unhealthiest of things. His change in diet was very sudden thing, and he didn't even know why all this was happening. It had started the day right after the World Meeting. That was three months ago; here he was getting prepared for the meeting today.
But, there was a reason he didn't want to attend -- he had gained weight. Not just a couple of pounds, but a large amount of weight. At least fifty pounds, even sixty. It was repulsive, none of his clothes fit anymore. He was short of breath very easily. And he couldn't stop eating!
Yao narrowed his eyes as he shoveled ice cream into his mouth, forcing himself to slip into the now-snug outfit he separated specifically for t
APH - Japan's WG 4Japan WG 4APH - Japan's WG 45 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kiku groaned, slowly blinking sleep out of his eyes. A hand went to his stomach, a small scowl on his face as he felt how soft and round his stomach had gotten. It had lost it's previous tautness and bloating, the swelling going down. Of course, after the stuffing Yao had given him, his stomach was larger now. He wasn't full anymore, content now. Not exactly hungry, but not exactly overstuffed.
Kiku blinked in surprise when he felt Yao snuggled up to him, rubbing his stomach warmly. A soft, warm look was in the older man's chestnut eyes. He leaned over and kissed his lips, still tasting the Chinese food.
"Nihao Kiku, aru..." he whispered to him, chuckling when he saw Kiku unable to pull his shirt all the way down. He grunted with frustration, the bottom of the shirt only going down to above his belly button.
Kiku looked to Yao, suddenly smelling more Chinese food. "...I smell more food Yao-nii..."
"Ah yes...I made more food for-"
"I remember my promise before I fell asleep..
APH: BorborygmuphobiaBorborygmuphobiaAPH: Borborygmuphobia4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
China blinked slowly, staring straight off into space, not even hearing the taunts and sneers of his fellow countries during the Meeting. A learnt talent to not be bothered by such things anymore. Did it matter to him really? No. These were just words to drag him down. Such an old country like himself had gotten used to such words that could rip you to shreds.
China did not care anymore about other people's opinions. He kept eating, the only thing to dull the pain he felt. Pain that was caused by the countries yelling insults at him. Depression was such a crippling disease, wasn't it? Of course, the Ancient nation took comfort food to a whole new level.
The long haired man had found himself eating at any possible time. Stuffing himself to near bursting whenever there was something edible around. Continuing to devour and gorge on food long after he felt full. At almost all times, he was eating something. Whenever he ate, he could always make up the excuse that he
APH - Japan's WG 5Yao had eventually staggered over to the living room and collapsing onto the couch to sleep off the massive amount of food he had consumed, leaving Kiku alone in the kitchen. The Japanese was starving, and since Yao had eaten all of the food he had made, Kiku was eying the chocolate cake his Chinese had pointed out. He decided that he would only have one slice, and then make himself some healthier food, of course if Yao didn't use it all.APH - Japan's WG 55 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Now here he was, cutting the cake and plopping a slice on a place. Holding the spoon in his hand, his stomach started growling loudly at him, demanding to be fed. Cake wasn't the healthiest of options, but it looked so good...
With a sigh, Kiku dug the spoon in the pastry and began to slowly eat the chocolately heaven that was Yao's Chocolate cake. Each bite was thick, rich and moist, going down and tasting better than the last in Kiku's pallet. He moaned softly, easily finishing off that piece.
But his stomach wanted more.
With a defeated sigh, Kiku
APH: Children Are Gluttons 2Hong Kong stifled a belch as he leaned back in the comfortable chair he was sitting in, finishing up on another serving of food. Never had he been to this thing called a 'buffet', but he loved it. The food was amazing, and he could eat however much he wanted! He had tried everything of this new food, and he didn't know how many portions exactly that he had took.APH: Children Are Gluttons 25 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
England tried to hide the smirk on his face, sipping his tea slowly. He had noticed the boy constantly adjust his belt when it began to dig in his skin after a few portions of food, yet the elder did not dare say a word. Instead, he urged him to continue eating, which he gladly did. Now the boy looked stuffed to his maximum, his stomach now a bit rounder, the buttons beginning to strain.
"Hong Kong," England spoke up, watching the boy place a hand on his stomach, the shirt riding up a bit more with each breath. Eventually the lower portion of his stomach below his belly button was soon exposed, the belt too tight against his sk
APH - Japan's WG 2When Japan awoken, China was no longer beside him. Kiku yawned and stretched, looking around the bedroom for his Chinese lover. He was nowhere to be found, but his search for him was slowly forgotten as a strong scent of Chinese and Japanese food assaulted his nostrils. Instantly his stomach started growling, all of it's pain and discomfort from last night forgotten.APH - Japan's WG 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As Kiku got out of bed and started to take off his robe, he noticed something fairly different. His stomach, which before was hard, hardened from years of wars, and covered by a layer of muscle. But now, a small layer of fat covered the muscle, making his stomach softer.
The Japanese man frowned slightly, muttering, "America-san's food must have been more fattening then I thought " he exhaled in frustration, looking for a fresh pair of clothes to put on. The shirt he found covered his stomach, but the waistband of his pants was a bit tighter than he remembered. But he forgot all of this when he heard his Chinese lover