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Mathew took in a deep breath, fighting his excitement, his hand grasping the door knob. How much had his piggish brother gained? How big was he? Had he grown out of anything? He hoped so.  The door opened with a creek, a big grin on his face. What he saw made him even happier. Alfred was sprawled out on his belly, fast asleep. All his clothes where off, aside from his very tight boxers. There was a note on the table. ‘Mathew- I hope you and gil had a good time at the hotel, happy late birthday, by the way. Alfred gained a good twelve pounds, but I’m sure it will be more after he sleeps it off, da? I gave him five big dishes of f

Alfred panted, turning his head away from Ivan, who was holding a large spoonful of cabbage and sausage. God! This Russian food was terrible! The other man frowned, grabbing Alfred’s fat swollen cheeks. “You WILL eat my food, da?” It had been hours since Ivan arrived, and he had been force feeding the poor American nonstop. Alfred’s poor shirt struggled to contain his growling belly and moobs, the fabric was taut over his waist, which seemed to painfully expand with each bite. Alfred’s sky blue eyes where wet with tears. He couldn’t take this anymore! “n-no! no more! I-I-I’m g-gonna pop!”

 True to his word, mattie had left the back door unlocked for Ivan the next day. Gilbert was taking Mathew to a ritzy hotel in honor of his birthday.  Leaving the Russian a day and night to tourture the same boy who had made him suffer in high school. Alfred was still in the basement, sleeping off the cake and such, which had melted into a thicker layer of fat; leaving his clothes still tight. His American flag boxers where tight around his belly, which had new stretch marks, still that new pink color. Ivan hummed as he walked through the back door, walking to the kitchen, four paper bags in his arms. He set them on the table and started to

Mathew watched, and comments started piling up. 'mmm~ <3 keep eating you big, sexy piggy ;)' said one comment. 'oh~ hes hawt <3 <3

    The room had white walls, and a large square table in the middle of the room, with a large comfy but strong looking armchair. the table cloth was red, white and blue, like something you'd find for 4th of July. It also housed a plain white sofa on the other side of the room. Mattie helped Alfred to the armchair, when Alfred lowered his large rear onto the cushion, the chair groaned slightly. he leaned back, rubbing circles into his stuffed middle, attempting to soothe his stomach before the cake arrived. He failed to notice the cameras around the room...    Mathew quickly turned on the light switch in the room, illuminating it nicely. he

        Mattie hummed, he was seated on top of Alfred, straddling his very wide hips, caressing his brother's rapidly expanding belly. Alfred moaned loudly around the tube, eyes closed. "this isn't so bad..." his food addled mind pondered. he could feel his thighs thicken and press against the seams of his ever tightening jeans, and his belly growing larger, tighter and fuller by the minute with each gulp of the batter. His Captain America t-shirt had rode up his expanding stomach, higher and higher until it just covered his chest, which was growing much softer, too. his once toned, beach boy abs were now getting softer, and rounder, totally

Kiku looked up at the clock on the wall, it read fifteen minutes past noon. Alfred should of been home by now, he wouldn't possibly miss the new 'Captain America' movie that kiku had bought them both tickets for, sort of as a early birthday present. It wasn't just a present...it was also they're anniversary date. The 1 year anniversary date. The Japanese collage student sighed, looking back at the t.v, which was paused on a episode of Ouran High School Host Club. "maybe Arfred forgot?" he wondered aloud, taking out his phone and speed dialing his boyfriend's number. It rang once, twice.... thrice.... four times before it went to his voice ma

 About a half an hour or so later, the moment Mattie had been waiting for FINALLY happened! Alfred groaned loudly, not wanting to down anymore of the sickeningly sweet cake batter. he looked over at the 'French maid', his cheeks puffy and a slight double chin starting to form. The tank was a little more than half full still! the American wanted to cry, and he almost did, he began to whine and tears formed in his eyes. This hurt! the button of his now very tight jeans dug into his thick, stuffed belly. Then....POP! Alfred's jeans button came clean off! flying and hitting Mattie in the glasses! Mathew yowled, holding his eye. the button has bro