Latvia's weight gain

Latvia 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…"

The Russian chuckled, leaning over with yet another plate of the "delicious" cooking "nyet-America will come to your home next. You must be big enough to stop him."

"Bu-bu-but…but…" the boy cried, "I'm so full…I can't eat anymore! My buttons will burst…"

"Da-let's see how many we can pop." Russia teased, moving a calloused hand to massage Latvia's soft stomach. "open-WIDE!" He yelled, punching the boy's groin.

With Latvia's scream of pain, Russia spooned more of the meal down his gullet. "eat up~" He sang, shoving in spoonful after spoonful.

If he looked hard enough, Ivan could swear he saw the boy's belly stretching inch by inch. And sure enough, not fifteen-minutes after the initial punch to Latvia's vital regions, the tell-tale "pang" echoed around the room of the first golden button springing free of it's taut prison.

Ivan smiled seeing the boy's exposed belly button be pushed out in strain. "Raz…and we're not even at dessert."

Through out the meal Ivan kept one hand on Latvia's warm and full stomach. Rubbing, massaging, milking the sweet whimpering moans from the fattening boy.

"dva…tree…chyetrey…" Russia counted as one button after another "panged" its way to the floor.  With each one he could feel the growing erection in his trousers. "You see what you do to me, da?" He asked, pressing it up against Latvia's side. "hurry and finish."

Latvia blushed and closed his eyes tight. He didn't want to picture just how much Ivan was enjoying this…he didn't want to admit just how much he was enjoying this. "hmm~ Russha?" He tried to ask through a stuffed mouth.

"Soon-" Ivan answered the unasked question. "You will be one with Russia soon." Russia stood back to survey his work. Latvia's stomach was rounder, fatter, but it was not enough for Russia to feel in absolute control. "Time for dessert, da?"

The boy moaned, he wanted Russia to touch him again. He knew the only way this was to happen was to allow the man to stuff him. So he wiggled, shifted, allowing the soft fat to fall into his lap. Latvia nearly bawled again when he heard the zipper of his pants break open and the teeth bit into his flesh.

Ivan licked his chapped lips before disappearing into the kitchen. He returned with a double layer chocolate cake, compliments of America of course.

As soon as he saw it, Latvia opened wide, just waiting to be fed. He waited to be fattened up by the one nation that actually saw him.

Piece by thick piece, Russia fed the moist cake to the blond. He loved the way each bite would make Latvia's belly twitch, how it would make him one step closer to cumming in his ruined trousers.

With the last swallow, Ivan cupped his hands under Latvia's distended stomach to his groin. One squeeze, that's all it took for the boy to thrash around in ecstasy.

"Mnye nravyatsya bolshye…" He whispered to the boy.

"…d-da.." Latvia agreed with a deep blush "…da…"