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It had been only a few days and Alfred had fed him literally constantly. He let Arthur sleep for a couple hours a night before he would wake him back up and resume the onslaught of sweets, allowing Arthur's stomach to balloon to inhuman proportions as it sat heavily on top of him. The rest of his body grew with it, his thighs grew to touch and his cheeks puffed up, and little breasts sat on the quivering mass of fat his stomach had become. Alfred hadn't allowed him to change clothes, but he'd taken off his pants, so he wore a now embarrassingly tiny shirt that couldn't begin to make the effort to cover up his  monstrous stomach, and also boxe

 And that... Was how he ended up here. Bound to the chair, which was bound to the table, so he had absolutely no way to get up and run away. He was just stuck marinating in his anxieties as he waited for Arthur to finish up whatever the hell he was doing there. Not only where his nerves getting too him, but his stomach was quickly beginning to twist with hunger as well, causing him to grow impatient. After all, he had been waiting for dinner before all this happened, and the tantalizing smells coming from the kitchen were only making the problem worse. Finally, after another ten minutes of waiting, Arthur emerged from the kitchen, a rather

Everyone was staring at the bottle then at Alfred then at Yao then back at the bottle. “Weird” Prussia stated “Odd” Francis remarked “Random!” Arthur said enthusiastically. Yao looked annoyed as Alfred inched toward him Alfred looked embarrassed. “You owe me five dollars” Yao said pointedly Alfred turned red and thrust his hands in his pockets grinning sheepishly. “Technically more” he continued “but I’m in a generous mood” Lord knows how many times Alfred had asked him for loans and never paid him back. Alfred muttered something about it all being tied up i

“Is it okay if we share you?” Click, click, click. Click, click… Cli- “-I AM SO FREAKING BORED!” You threw your head back, as far away from your computer screen as you could manage. You were so insanely bored out of your mind that you had nothing left to do—not even on the Internet. You had just stopped yourself from typing ‘Google’ into Google out of your pure boredom. “Ughh…” You groaned, standing up. You slammed your laptop shut, only before realizing there would still be nothing left for you to do even if you did get up. Letting out another sigh of defeat, you plopp