[Fic] Still Lovin' It!
Title: Still Lovin' It!
Pairing: USUK
Warnings: weight gain, stuffing, force feeding
Rating: M
Summary: Arthur is sick and tired of Alfred eating during conferences and decides to take matters into his own hands, formulating a plan to get the American to hate his beloved hamburgers.
He was sick of it. Completely and utterly disgusted by it. Arthur wouldn’t stand by and watch idly as Alfred stuffed burger after burger into his mouth while giving his mindless presentations at the world meetings, crumbs flying every which way as he made violent hand gestures, his excitement growing as he explained his wild ideas to the nations of the world. There had to be some way of stopping this behavior, something he could do. Alfred just ignored it when he was told not to bring food to the meetings, stating he couldn’t work on an empty stomach (not that his mind worked particularly well on a full one). All other attempts to thwart this behavior had wound up in failure and the American persisted, carrying an armful of burgers to every conference he had to attend.
If Arthur had to sit and watch this display one more time, he thought he may lose his cool and do something very ungentlemanly. That was when he came up with a plan, one that would hopefully solve this little problem so that he could continue on with his peaceful life.
The meeting had just let out and Alfred was thoroughly distracted speaking to Kiku about one of his new video gaming platforms; the perfect opportunity to put Arthur’s little scheme into action. He stood from his seat, slinking out of the room unnoticed, and making his way towards the exit of the building. All of the nations resided in the hotel down the road so that they wouldn’t have to travel very far to get to these meetings. It was the same thing every year; going to the meetings, eating out at the restaurants down the street, and returning to the hotel with whoever you please (whether they be nations or not). Arthur knew exactly where he was headed, knowing that Alfred stayed in the same room each time they landed themselves in this particular location. Seeing as he and the American were involved with one another, it wasn’t odd for him to be carrying around Alfred’s room key. Why, just last night he had used it to sneak into Alfred’s room for some midnight romance after a tiring day of accomplishing absolutely nothing at the meeting.
He slid the card key into the reader, waiting for the light to go green before trying his luck with the handle. It unlocked and he pushed the door open, letting himself in and looking around. The room was an absolute mess, which wasn’t too surprising considering who resided in it. Arthur waded his way through garbage and made it to the bed, a twisted smile on his face. Once he cleaned up a bit, he started setting up for Alfred’s arrival.
- - -
With a spring in his step, Alfred walked down the hall and stopped in front of his hotel room. He reached into his pocket to retrieve his key, unlocked the door, and entered his room, nearly tripping over a pizza box the second he stepped foot inside. ‘Geez, I really gotta clean this place up.’
The door clicked behind him, rendering him in complete darkness. Well, that was odd. He could have sworn he left the curtains open when he had left the room that morning (how else could he have woken up if the room weren’t lit up with sunshine?). He felt around on the wall, his fingers brushing against the texture of the wallpaper before stumbling towards the light switch. Just as he was about to flip it on, the room lit, revealing one charmingly handsome Briton sprawled out on his bed.
“Hello, Alfred.”
Blue eyes going wide, Alfred stumbled further into the room, that stupid smile lighting up his face (the one that Arthur would never admit to loving). “Hey, babe,” he replied, not the least bit suspicious of Arthur’s intentions. “Decided to surprise me early tonight, huh?”
Arthur flipped over, crawling on his hands and knees to the edge of the bed, green eyes glowing very much like a feline. “Oh, yes. I have a very special surprise for you tonight, love.” He stood, walking sultrily over to the American, who backed up into the wall.
“Really?” Alfred asked, smirking down at the slightly shorter nation. “What kinda sur--” Before he could utter another word, Arthur’s lips were on his, hungrily kissing him and slamming him up against the wall behind him. Alfred’s shock only lasted for a mere second before he was eagerly kissing back, allowing Arthur to take control just this once, seeing as he put all the effort into sneaking into the room and whatnot. If this was a surprise for Alfred he would gladly allow himself to be lead into pleasure.
Even now, Arthur could taste the undeniable flavor of hamburger on Alfred’s tongue and lips, quickly pushing his thoughts of disgust to the back of his mind. Hands tangled in wheat blond locks, Arthur did his best to distract Alfred with passionate kisses, nips, and bites to his lips and neck. Needless to say, Alfred had no clue when the handcuffs had been locked securely around his wrists.
The next thing he knew, Alfred was being lead over to the bed where he was pushed down none too gently by his lover, who wasted no time in climbing on top of him and straddling his waist. Grinning like an idiot, Alfred’s body responded just the way Arthur had hoped it would. Tying him to the bed posts was easier than taking candy from a baby, and since he had used rope which he had tainted with magic, there was no way even Alfred’s super human strength could get him out of this situation.
Once he was thoroughly tied down, Arthur’s lips slid off of Alfred’s and he sat up, giving one more mischievous grin before finally getting down to business. “Alfred, how many times have I asked you not to eat food during the meetings?”
Confused couldn’t even begin to describe how Alfred felt at that moment. “Wha--”
“How many times have I scolded you on your table manners?” Arthur persisted, not caring that Alfred had been completely thrown for a loop. “How many years have I wasted trying to hammer the lesson of chewing with your mouth closed into your mind?”
“W-What does this have to do with--”
Arthur leaned in closer, a horrifyingly evil expression on his face. “Everything, Alfred. This has everything to do with why I have tied you to the bed.” Noticing that Alfred’s expression hadn’t changed in the least, Arthur decided to elaborate. “I am sick and tired of watching you scarf down burgers during the meetings. You talk with your mouth full of food, a habit that I have tried to break you of for years. It’s vile and disgusting and very ungentlemanly, and if you refuse to break your habit, then I’m going to have to resort to try my luck at breaking it for you.” That being said, Arthur reached into the garbage bag on the floor beside the bed (When exactly had that gotten there?) and pulled something out. Alfred stared at the item, knowing all too well what it was, his mouth watering at the very sight of it. “I am going to break your obsession with hamburgers, Alfred,” Arthur purred, unwrapping the tasty treat. “I am going to stuff you with them until you’re so sick you’ll never want to see another one as long as you live!”
The entire burger was shoved into Alfred’s mouth as quick as lightning, and Alfred had to chew it as fast as he could to keep from choking, seeing as by the time he was halfway done Arthur was already holding another unwrapped burger. “You can’t make me sick of them!” Alfred growled, receiving the second burger the instant his sentence was finished.
“Oh, I beg to differ, love.”
Arthur barely gave him a second to catch his breath after each burger, though he did climb off of him so that he wouldn’t cause Alfred to regurgitate the food onto himself (He wouldn’t want to give the cleaning ladies more of a mess to clean). Alfred kept up with him easily for the first twenty or so, but his determination was slowly starting to break when his limit was pushed. The most burgers he had eaten in a day was a number slightly under forty, and since he had already eaten about ten during the meeting, his stomach was begging him to stop feeding it after reaching the thirty mark. Arthur, of course, had other ideas. He seemed to have momentarily lost his sanity, soaking up Alfred’s fear and harnessing it into energy which he used to stuff the American full of food.
Alfred’s stomach was soon straining against his shirt, which had quickly rolled up to expose a strip of plushy skin, giving the American more room to grow. It only took about ten more burgers before the button on his pants popped off and shot across the room to become lost somewhere in the garbage that lay on the ground. Still, Alfred did his best to keep up, unwilling to lose this challenge and prove to Arthur that he could take as many burgers as the Briton could dish out.
“You won’t be able to keep this up for much longer, love,” Arthur whispered, fingers running over Alfred’s ever expanding gut. “You’re already feeling like you’re going to pop thanks to these precious burgers of yours, aren’t you?”
Cheeks full of hamburger, Alfred shook his head and swallowed, shooting a triumphant glare at his lover. “You kidding?! This is nothing!”
“Shut it!” Arthur growled, stuffing another two burgers in at once, getting a gurgled response from Alfred.
The American closed his eyes and chewed, feeling an immense pressure in his pants before the fly decided to unzip itself in order to make room for his girth. His massive gut spilled forth, giving him much more room to grow and allowing him to sigh in relief of the pressure. But Arthur wouldn’t allow him much time to relax, he was already reaching deep into the bag to feed Alfred three more burgers.
The process went on much like this for the next half hour. Alfred took each burger with a smile on his face, determined not to lose even though his body was begging him to stop. His stomach inflated to the point where it looked like he was pregnant with triplets, fat jiggling with every movement he made. It was amazing how freely he could grow, being a nation and all. His metabolism would most likely allow him to lose the weight given the chance, but Arthur wouldn’t let him leave the room before a lesson was learned.
It wasn’t until an hour later that Arthur realized he had a problem. The bag was finally empty and Alfred was still unwilling to give up. The American lay on the bed, panting, his cheeks still halfway filled with food and his rolls of fat rippling as he heaved for breath.
“Blast…” Arthur glared into the empty garbage bag. He had used all of his pocket cash to buy these burgers, not caring how insane he must have seemed when he set the order. He had been determined to teach Alfred a lesson and finally destroy his love for those disgusting greasy burgers! Why was it that no matter how hard he tried to change Alfred he just couldn’t?! Wait. Change Alfred? Was that really what he wanted, a different lover? No, he loved Alfred no matter what faults he had. What he wanted to change was his behavior at meetings, not his personality itself. Realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. This was all wrong! How could he have been so selfish? How would he have liked it if Alfred had done this to him using his beloved tea? Alfred’s love for burgers was part of what made him who he was. Who was Arthur to try to change that?
Noticing the look of despair, pain, and confusion in emerald eyes, Alfred quickly became alarmed, straining against his binds to sit up the best he could. “Iggy?…What’s wrong?”
“This,” the British nation gestured around them to the mess of wrappers covering the bed. “This is wrong, Alfred.” He peered over into sky blue eyes; eyes that were filled with nothing but love despite what Arthur had just done to him. Leaning over, Arthur placed a kiss on Alfred’s greasy lips, hands coming up to cup his chubby cheeks in his hands. “I shouldn’t try to change you just because I can’t stand some of the things you do, Alfred. I love you for who you are, faults and all.”
Alfred’s lips curled into a smile before he burst out into boisterous laughter, his fat rolls jiggling in the process. “You’re a crazy old man, ya know that?”
Arthur glared at him until his laughter died down, wondering if he would get more than a simple insult out of this.
“S’okay,” Alfred continued, giving a genuine smile. “I can’t blame ya! I mean, everyone complains about me eating during the meetings, but if you really had a problem with it all you had to do was confront me about it. You didn’t have to go through all this trouble.”
Arthur supposed he was right about that. Waiting until Alfred was distracted, sneaking into his room, tying him up, and then stuffing him with burgers did seem like a lot of trouble. He didn’t realize how exhausted he was until that very moment. Reaching up, he untied Alfred’s hands and unlocked the handcuffs before doing the same to his feet, freeing him from his binds completely. “I was wrong,” he explained, lying down beside his massive lover. One hand wrapped around Alfred’s belly the best it could, fingers exploring the feathery soft, stretched skin. “I hope you can forgive me…”
Silence fell over them for a minute, before Alfred heaved his body up to roll onto his side, causing Arthur to yelp as he was practically devoured by the doughy rolls of Alfred’s gut. Plush arms came out to circle around the British nation, pulling him flush against Alfred’s soft body and holding him close as Alfred tucked Arthur’s head under his chin. “I forgive you, babe.”
Arthur smiled and nuzzled closer to Alfred’s warmth. He had to admit, this felt very nice, almost like he was sleeping with a big cuddly bear. There was much more of Alfred to love right now, and Arthur would certainly love Alfred no matter what his body condition may be. “You know, I kind of fancy you like this.”
Once again, Alfred’s joyous laughter filled the room. “Of course ya do! I already told ya you’re a crazy old man!”
Being too tired to retort, Arthur decided he would let that comment slide. He had a lot of work cut out for him when he woke up next. For one had had to clean Alfred’s room, seeing as the American nation couldn’t move around properly (He wondered what the other nations would think when Alfred waddled through the double doors of the conference room the next day. Thank goodness they were double doors). His next feat, of course, would be to help Alfred get back to his original weight, although, when he really thought about it, perhaps he would leave a couple of pounds on. Yes, just a couple of extra pounds wouldn’t hurt…
Pairing: USUK
Warnings: weight gain, stuffing, force feeding
Rating: M
Summary: Arthur is sick and tired of Alfred eating during conferences and decides to take matters into his own hands, formulating a plan to get the American to hate his beloved hamburgers.
He was sick of it. Completely and utterly disgusted by it. Arthur wouldn’t stand by and watch idly as Alfred stuffed burger after burger into his mouth while giving his mindless presentations at the world meetings, crumbs flying every which way as he made violent hand gestures, his excitement growing as he explained his wild ideas to the nations of the world. There had to be some way of stopping this behavior, something he could do. Alfred just ignored it when he was told not to bring food to the meetings, stating he couldn’t work on an empty stomach (not that his mind worked particularly well on a full one). All other attempts to thwart this behavior had wound up in failure and the American persisted, carrying an armful of burgers to every conference he had to attend.
If Arthur had to sit and watch this display one more time, he thought he may lose his cool and do something very ungentlemanly. That was when he came up with a plan, one that would hopefully solve this little problem so that he could continue on with his peaceful life.
The meeting had just let out and Alfred was thoroughly distracted speaking to Kiku about one of his new video gaming platforms; the perfect opportunity to put Arthur’s little scheme into action. He stood from his seat, slinking out of the room unnoticed, and making his way towards the exit of the building. All of the nations resided in the hotel down the road so that they wouldn’t have to travel very far to get to these meetings. It was the same thing every year; going to the meetings, eating out at the restaurants down the street, and returning to the hotel with whoever you please (whether they be nations or not). Arthur knew exactly where he was headed, knowing that Alfred stayed in the same room each time they landed themselves in this particular location. Seeing as he and the American were involved with one another, it wasn’t odd for him to be carrying around Alfred’s room key. Why, just last night he had used it to sneak into Alfred’s room for some midnight romance after a tiring day of accomplishing absolutely nothing at the meeting.
He slid the card key into the reader, waiting for the light to go green before trying his luck with the handle. It unlocked and he pushed the door open, letting himself in and looking around. The room was an absolute mess, which wasn’t too surprising considering who resided in it. Arthur waded his way through garbage and made it to the bed, a twisted smile on his face. Once he cleaned up a bit, he started setting up for Alfred’s arrival.
- - -
With a spring in his step, Alfred walked down the hall and stopped in front of his hotel room. He reached into his pocket to retrieve his key, unlocked the door, and entered his room, nearly tripping over a pizza box the second he stepped foot inside. ‘Geez, I really gotta clean this place up.’
The door clicked behind him, rendering him in complete darkness. Well, that was odd. He could have sworn he left the curtains open when he had left the room that morning (how else could he have woken up if the room weren’t lit up with sunshine?). He felt around on the wall, his fingers brushing against the texture of the wallpaper before stumbling towards the light switch. Just as he was about to flip it on, the room lit, revealing one charmingly handsome Briton sprawled out on his bed.
“Hello, Alfred.”
Blue eyes going wide, Alfred stumbled further into the room, that stupid smile lighting up his face (the one that Arthur would never admit to loving). “Hey, babe,” he replied, not the least bit suspicious of Arthur’s intentions. “Decided to surprise me early tonight, huh?”
Arthur flipped over, crawling on his hands and knees to the edge of the bed, green eyes glowing very much like a feline. “Oh, yes. I have a very special surprise for you tonight, love.” He stood, walking sultrily over to the American, who backed up into the wall.
“Really?” Alfred asked, smirking down at the slightly shorter nation. “What kinda sur--” Before he could utter another word, Arthur’s lips were on his, hungrily kissing him and slamming him up against the wall behind him. Alfred’s shock only lasted for a mere second before he was eagerly kissing back, allowing Arthur to take control just this once, seeing as he put all the effort into sneaking into the room and whatnot. If this was a surprise for Alfred he would gladly allow himself to be lead into pleasure.
Even now, Arthur could taste the undeniable flavor of hamburger on Alfred’s tongue and lips, quickly pushing his thoughts of disgust to the back of his mind. Hands tangled in wheat blond locks, Arthur did his best to distract Alfred with passionate kisses, nips, and bites to his lips and neck. Needless to say, Alfred had no clue when the handcuffs had been locked securely around his wrists.
The next thing he knew, Alfred was being lead over to the bed where he was pushed down none too gently by his lover, who wasted no time in climbing on top of him and straddling his waist. Grinning like an idiot, Alfred’s body responded just the way Arthur had hoped it would. Tying him to the bed posts was easier than taking candy from a baby, and since he had used rope which he had tainted with magic, there was no way even Alfred’s super human strength could get him out of this situation.
Once he was thoroughly tied down, Arthur’s lips slid off of Alfred’s and he sat up, giving one more mischievous grin before finally getting down to business. “Alfred, how many times have I asked you not to eat food during the meetings?”
Confused couldn’t even begin to describe how Alfred felt at that moment. “Wha--”
“How many times have I scolded you on your table manners?” Arthur persisted, not caring that Alfred had been completely thrown for a loop. “How many years have I wasted trying to hammer the lesson of chewing with your mouth closed into your mind?”
“W-What does this have to do with--”
Arthur leaned in closer, a horrifyingly evil expression on his face. “Everything, Alfred. This has everything to do with why I have tied you to the bed.” Noticing that Alfred’s expression hadn’t changed in the least, Arthur decided to elaborate. “I am sick and tired of watching you scarf down burgers during the meetings. You talk with your mouth full of food, a habit that I have tried to break you of for years. It’s vile and disgusting and very ungentlemanly, and if you refuse to break your habit, then I’m going to have to resort to try my luck at breaking it for you.” That being said, Arthur reached into the garbage bag on the floor beside the bed (When exactly had that gotten there?) and pulled something out. Alfred stared at the item, knowing all too well what it was, his mouth watering at the very sight of it. “I am going to break your obsession with hamburgers, Alfred,” Arthur purred, unwrapping the tasty treat. “I am going to stuff you with them until you’re so sick you’ll never want to see another one as long as you live!”
The entire burger was shoved into Alfred’s mouth as quick as lightning, and Alfred had to chew it as fast as he could to keep from choking, seeing as by the time he was halfway done Arthur was already holding another unwrapped burger. “You can’t make me sick of them!” Alfred growled, receiving the second burger the instant his sentence was finished.
“Oh, I beg to differ, love.”
Arthur barely gave him a second to catch his breath after each burger, though he did climb off of him so that he wouldn’t cause Alfred to regurgitate the food onto himself (He wouldn’t want to give the cleaning ladies more of a mess to clean). Alfred kept up with him easily for the first twenty or so, but his determination was slowly starting to break when his limit was pushed. The most burgers he had eaten in a day was a number slightly under forty, and since he had already eaten about ten during the meeting, his stomach was begging him to stop feeding it after reaching the thirty mark. Arthur, of course, had other ideas. He seemed to have momentarily lost his sanity, soaking up Alfred’s fear and harnessing it into energy which he used to stuff the American full of food.
Alfred’s stomach was soon straining against his shirt, which had quickly rolled up to expose a strip of plushy skin, giving the American more room to grow. It only took about ten more burgers before the button on his pants popped off and shot across the room to become lost somewhere in the garbage that lay on the ground. Still, Alfred did his best to keep up, unwilling to lose this challenge and prove to Arthur that he could take as many burgers as the Briton could dish out.
“You won’t be able to keep this up for much longer, love,” Arthur whispered, fingers running over Alfred’s ever expanding gut. “You’re already feeling like you’re going to pop thanks to these precious burgers of yours, aren’t you?”
Cheeks full of hamburger, Alfred shook his head and swallowed, shooting a triumphant glare at his lover. “You kidding?! This is nothing!”
“Shut it!” Arthur growled, stuffing another two burgers in at once, getting a gurgled response from Alfred.
The American closed his eyes and chewed, feeling an immense pressure in his pants before the fly decided to unzip itself in order to make room for his girth. His massive gut spilled forth, giving him much more room to grow and allowing him to sigh in relief of the pressure. But Arthur wouldn’t allow him much time to relax, he was already reaching deep into the bag to feed Alfred three more burgers.
The process went on much like this for the next half hour. Alfred took each burger with a smile on his face, determined not to lose even though his body was begging him to stop. His stomach inflated to the point where it looked like he was pregnant with triplets, fat jiggling with every movement he made. It was amazing how freely he could grow, being a nation and all. His metabolism would most likely allow him to lose the weight given the chance, but Arthur wouldn’t let him leave the room before a lesson was learned.
It wasn’t until an hour later that Arthur realized he had a problem. The bag was finally empty and Alfred was still unwilling to give up. The American lay on the bed, panting, his cheeks still halfway filled with food and his rolls of fat rippling as he heaved for breath.
“Blast…” Arthur glared into the empty garbage bag. He had used all of his pocket cash to buy these burgers, not caring how insane he must have seemed when he set the order. He had been determined to teach Alfred a lesson and finally destroy his love for those disgusting greasy burgers! Why was it that no matter how hard he tried to change Alfred he just couldn’t?! Wait. Change Alfred? Was that really what he wanted, a different lover? No, he loved Alfred no matter what faults he had. What he wanted to change was his behavior at meetings, not his personality itself. Realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. This was all wrong! How could he have been so selfish? How would he have liked it if Alfred had done this to him using his beloved tea? Alfred’s love for burgers was part of what made him who he was. Who was Arthur to try to change that?
Noticing the look of despair, pain, and confusion in emerald eyes, Alfred quickly became alarmed, straining against his binds to sit up the best he could. “Iggy?…What’s wrong?”
“This,” the British nation gestured around them to the mess of wrappers covering the bed. “This is wrong, Alfred.” He peered over into sky blue eyes; eyes that were filled with nothing but love despite what Arthur had just done to him. Leaning over, Arthur placed a kiss on Alfred’s greasy lips, hands coming up to cup his chubby cheeks in his hands. “I shouldn’t try to change you just because I can’t stand some of the things you do, Alfred. I love you for who you are, faults and all.”
Alfred’s lips curled into a smile before he burst out into boisterous laughter, his fat rolls jiggling in the process. “You’re a crazy old man, ya know that?”
Arthur glared at him until his laughter died down, wondering if he would get more than a simple insult out of this.
“S’okay,” Alfred continued, giving a genuine smile. “I can’t blame ya! I mean, everyone complains about me eating during the meetings, but if you really had a problem with it all you had to do was confront me about it. You didn’t have to go through all this trouble.”
Arthur supposed he was right about that. Waiting until Alfred was distracted, sneaking into his room, tying him up, and then stuffing him with burgers did seem like a lot of trouble. He didn’t realize how exhausted he was until that very moment. Reaching up, he untied Alfred’s hands and unlocked the handcuffs before doing the same to his feet, freeing him from his binds completely. “I was wrong,” he explained, lying down beside his massive lover. One hand wrapped around Alfred’s belly the best it could, fingers exploring the feathery soft, stretched skin. “I hope you can forgive me…”
Silence fell over them for a minute, before Alfred heaved his body up to roll onto his side, causing Arthur to yelp as he was practically devoured by the doughy rolls of Alfred’s gut. Plush arms came out to circle around the British nation, pulling him flush against Alfred’s soft body and holding him close as Alfred tucked Arthur’s head under his chin. “I forgive you, babe.”
Arthur smiled and nuzzled closer to Alfred’s warmth. He had to admit, this felt very nice, almost like he was sleeping with a big cuddly bear. There was much more of Alfred to love right now, and Arthur would certainly love Alfred no matter what his body condition may be. “You know, I kind of fancy you like this.”
Once again, Alfred’s joyous laughter filled the room. “Of course ya do! I already told ya you’re a crazy old man!”
Being too tired to retort, Arthur decided he would let that comment slide. He had a lot of work cut out for him when he woke up next. For one had had to clean Alfred’s room, seeing as the American nation couldn’t move around properly (He wondered what the other nations would think when Alfred waddled through the double doors of the conference room the next day. Thank goodness they were double doors). His next feat, of course, would be to help Alfred get back to his original weight, although, when he really thought about it, perhaps he would leave a couple of pounds on. Yes, just a couple of extra pounds wouldn’t hurt…