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Feederism! 2p England x Chubby Reader

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Feeder! 2p England x Gainer! Chubby Reader
~Warnings: Contains themes of stuffing/feeding~


You sighed as you walked down the bustling streets, trying to find a restaurant to eat dinner at. As a college student, you did not have much time or money to make home cooked meals. Often you would stop at fast food restaurants or purchase bulks of junk food to take home. However, on this particular day you were craving something sweet.

While on your mission to fill your stomach you came across this small, though homely, looking bakery. Your (E/C) orbs scanned over the pastries and sweets on display through the glass window before decided to enter. 

You opened the door to the bakery and was immediately greeted with warmth and the scent of vanilla. As you walked to the counter, your eyes began to scan the menu that consisted of anything and everything sweet and tasty. You were soon brought back to reality by the cheerful greeting of a British accent, "Hello! I'm Oliver, welcome to my bakery!" said the cheerful voice.

You smiled back, "I'm (Y/N), nice to meet you Oliver!" you replied before looking back at the menu once again, trying to decide what to eat. "See anything good, poppet?" Oliver asked as his eyes scanned over your curvaceous body hungrily. 

You looked at the rather cute British man. He had strawberry blonde hair, hypnotizing blue eyes and freckles spotted all over him like sprinkles on a cake. You blushed deeply before responding, "O-oh! Yeah, I've never been here. I'm not sure what to order, it all looks so good!" 

He immediately perked up by your words and smiled widely, "Why don't you have a seat, love? I will bring out my best dishes and you can taste test them!". You nodded shyly before you went to go sit comfortably at a booth with enough room for your plush form. 

He soon came back with a platter filled to the top with cookies, cupcakes, and candies. He laid the platter down on the table before sending a wink and making his way back into the kitchen leaving you with the piles of sweets. You blushed at the amount of food provided and told yourself to only take a few bites of everything, in fear of disgusting Oliver and to avoid any extra weight gain.

You brought the cupcake to your mouth and almost moaned at the flavors it withheld, soon you were reaching for other sweets with your other hand while continued to eat the pastries. Although you enjoyed greasy foods, you had a sweet tooth that needed to be filled every once in awhile. Your hands absentmindedly made their way to the plate of food to bring to your plump lips. 

Soon you realized you finished the whole platter of sweets Oliver brought to you! You almost began to panic until a familiar freckled hand passed your vision and soon another platter, this time piled with more sweets of different varieties place on the table. "Sorry for keep you waiting, love! These just came out of the oven!" he said before happily taking the empty platter previously and replacing it with the new one. 

In fear of not being rude, you thanked Oliver for his sweets and complimented his cooking before resuming eating more. He made his way back behind the counter before watching your plump form consume more of his baked goods. The way you would moan from the new flavors bursting on your tongue sent shivers down his spine. 

The way chocolate would collect at the corners of your mouth before you would lick it off with your tongue. Soon the material of your shirt began to stretch over your growing stomach, causing it to bunch up and exposing your soft belly slightly. Your pants, though tight previously eating, was now becoming unbearable until you decided to  unbuttoned them and sighing out in relief from the release of restriction. 

You began to feel uncomfortable with your clothes tightening and the uncomfortable feeling of being stuffed too much, causing you to eat slower and slower. Oliver much have noticed this and made his way to you with a large cake at hand. "Oh poppet! Would you be a dear and try this cake for me?" he begged.

"I-I'm not sure I can do it, Oliver. I think I ate too much" You retorted as you rubbed your stomach to soothe the pain. However Oliver was not convinced and had an idea. "None sense! Here, I will help!" he cheered before taking a fork full of the cake and placing it before your lips for you to devour. 

He continued to feed you the cake, cherishing every moan and groan coming from your lips. Every once in awhile he would give you heavy whipping cream to drink along with the meal, and to possibly add more to your curvaceous body. 

After you finished the platters of sweets and the whole cake, you laid back in the booth and groaned from the over stuffed feeling, until you felt two hands rub on your rounded stomach. Oliver gently rubbed your stomach and groped your sides while giving you praises and words of confidence as you sat there enjoying the feeling. 

"You know, love. You should come by more often to taste test more of my recipes!" Oliver chirped while his hands pressed onto your stomach, earning a satisfied moan and nod. 

After that meeting, you began to visit his bakery weekly. You often left stuffed silly, more than the previous session. Pretty soon, you began to add more to your curves and having to buy more clothes to support this new weight.

At first you were afraid Oliver was going to be disgusted by the new weight, seeing as you have developed a huge crush on the baker. Later, he confirmed he actually enjoyed the new weight on your body and begged you to come by more often so you could add to the weight. 


Another Feederism story! I have this headcanon Oliver would always make his s/o taste test all his new recipes

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~FEEDERISM LIST ~
America: Here
2p England :  Here
2p Canada:Here
2p America:Here
China:Here
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