APH-Alfred-F-Jones-1

“Dammit!” I shouted while trying to get my pants on. “I seriously need to go on a diet.” A breath escape from my mouth as my hand went to my recently added poundage. “I know she’s not going to like this.” My fiancé is going to flip when she sees that I can’t fit into the tuxedo for the wedding, which is going on right now. So, I literally have no time to get a new fitted pair. “Alfred, are you okay in there?” My best man, friend, Arthur, was at the door. I immediately tried to cover myself up. “No.” I said loud enough for him to hear me. The door opened enough fo

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

Alfred awoke three hours later less sedated than before. He sat up groggily noticing his belly was touching his thighs almost immediately. He let out a loud belch rubbing his belly bulge before noticing Iggy wasn't there. "Iggy?" "Coming, dear. How was your nap?" Arthur asked handing Alfred his glasses. The younger country put them on to see that Arthur was dressed a lot differently than usual. In place of his typical button up shirt and sweater vest was a t-shirt. Arthur never wore t-shirts. He said they were for peasants who couldn't afford actual clothes. But there he was wearing the one that America had gotten for him last fourth of Ju

Arthur was amazed at just how soft America's stomach had gotten, it wasn't taut like he thought it would have been. He ran his hand over it smiling as Alfred moaned in pleasure. "Are you ready for the Caramel then or would you like some Coke?" Alfred licked his lips before replying, he sounded almost drunk. "Mmm coke.." His voice was slightly slurred, it was obvious he was getting sleepy again. "No, America, keep your eyes open. Your belly is still hungry." England demanded as he opened the coke bottle. "Here now, sit up slightly. I won't have you choking." America obeyed groggily, he had to stable himself using England's offered arm. "Now,

Alfred was woken up in a different way than usual after his nap. He smelled food, sweets and candy, but something else was causing him to awaken, not just the food this time. He tried to pull himself out of his groggy state to try and recognize the feeling. Arthur just smirked as he hovered over America, he had pulled the sheets down and was sitting on the edge of the bed. Alfred was still asleep but very obviously trying to wake up. Arthur continued to stroke down between Alfred's legs smiling warmly as the younger country shuddered in his sleep trying to keep his legs open instead of closing them. "Good Morning, Alfred," England whispered

---- PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE SOFT YAOI AND WEIGHT GAIN, STUFFING, GAINING WEIGHT ON PURPOSE, FORCE FEEDING, ETC. ---- The next morning Alfred awoke with the weirdest sensation. He sat up moaning as he rubbed his full stomach before realizing it should have gone down over night. He looked down and saw his stomach was still bloated. Then he also realized he had no pants on which meant he'd basically slept naked from the waist down. Not that he minded of course, it had probably been from that dream he had last night. The stuffing part of dream had been nice, Arthur had stuffed cheesecake down him but the other part was a bit weir

*** 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. *** ****** DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER IF YOU CAN NOT HANDLE WEIGHT GAIN, STUFFING, OVER EATING, ANYTHING WITH THIS FETISH ******* Chapter 3 After the cake stuffing Alfred had immediately been sent off to sleep off his binge leaving Arthur to clean up which he didn't mind at all. Before Alfred left though Arthur did wash off his face and belly. He smiled remembering all the belches Alfred let out during this time. He still couldn't believ

*** 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. *** ****** DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER IF YOU CAN NOT HANDLE WEIGHT GAIN, STUFFING, OVER EATING, ANYTHING WITH THIS FETISH ******* The FrenchToast was gone in less than 10 minutes just as England had thought. America had double stuffed his belly with two meals less than 30 minutes apart from one another and yet he was still content. He was messy too. Covered in syrup belching and burping to get the coke gas out of his stomach as he continue