Ciaran took the first mouthful of his pint, trying to forget his troubles. His anxiety had been through the roof since his landlord told him he was selling the flat and he would have to leave. For three weeks, Ciaran had been going straight from his office to viewing after viewing, all the while coming up short as he competed with hundreds of other renters. If he didn’t find somewhere in the next week, he would be back living in his childhood bedroom, being supervised by his parents, and spending hours and hours a day commuting in and out of the city. He climbed up onto a bar stool, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the way his rain soaked GAA jersey was clinging to him. He felt his newly grown belly fat sit uncomfortably onto his belt buckle, while the rest of it spilled onto his lap. God, he’d really let himself go since finishing college. You would never think to look at him that he used to be an athlete. His GAA Jersey, once loose fitting, clung to his tits, his widening love handles, and showed a dimple where his deepening navel is. He made a mental not to get back in shape if he ever managed to find somewhere new to live.

He ordered a second pint and went out into the smoking area. He spotted one guy on his own, slightly older than Ciaran, maybe mid thirties, slightly greying, a chiselled face and bright steely eyes. ‘Can I bum a smoke off you?’ Ciaran asked him. The guy looked Ciaran up and down, as if he was trying to choose something from a menu, before holding a cigarette out and lighting it for Ciaran. They got chatting, about the bar being quieter than usual, about how hard it had become to live in Cork, about work. Lee was an architect, and from what it seemed, was extremely well off. Of course, everyone seemed better off than Ciaran. It took Ciaran a while to notice, but Lee was definitely flirting with him. Smiling at him, biting his lip, finding reasons to touch his shoulder, his elbows. Ciaran felt a rush of butterflies that he hadn’t felt in a long time. ‘Can I get you another drink?’ he asked. ‘No, let me,’ Lee replied.

About half an hour, they tumbled into Lee’s apartment. It was a beautiful penthouse, overlooking the river, with an amazing view of the whole city. Ciaran felt a pang of jealousy. It didn’t linger though, as Lee came and tenderly placed his hands on Ciaran’s hips, pulling him in for a deep and long kiss. He reached his hands down, and peeled Ciaran’s wet jersey over his head. Ciaran felt a brief moment of panic. No one had seen him topless since he’d gotten fat. No one knew that he had purple stretch marks running up either side of his deep belly button, or how puffy and swollen his nipples had become. The fear passed though, as Lee wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in again, this time, his hands running up and down the length of Ciaran’s back, clasping his shoulders, pulling him by the neck tighter and tighter into his own muscular body.

They were interrupted by the buzzer. ‘That’ll be the pizza I ordered,’ Lee announced. He went to the buzzer and let the guy up, while Ciaran, still topless, made himself comfortable on Lee’s big corner sofa. Lee returned with a huge pizza box, setting it on the table. ‘I’m just going to go get more comfortable, you dig in though!’ Lee left him, and Ciaran opened the pizza box. It was a truly mammoth pizza, loaded with extra cheese. Ciaran hadn’t realised till he picked up that first slice, that he was absolutely starving. He munched his way through the delicious slice in no time, before hungrily going in for a second, a third, and then a fourth, all before Lee returned. When he reappeared, Lee had stripped down to all but his briefs. He was about six foot three, and had a tight, sculpted muscular swimmers body, with beautifully sculpted pecs, and a tiny narrow was it. His package filled his briefs magnificently, and Ciaran stifled as gasp as he took it all in. Lee sank down onto the couch beside him, pulling him in for another passionate kiss, this time, with his hands running up and down Ciaran’s pudgy front side. He slid his hands down underneath Ciaran’s doughy overhang, and undid his belt buckle and jean buttons. Ciaran felt the rush of blood to his cock as it sprung out of his jeans. Lee slid his hand into Ciaran’s boxers, and began to gently squeeze and stoke the shaft of his cock, with made Ciaran let out a deep, pleasured moan. As he kept massaging Ciaran’s cock, Lee reached out and lifted another slice of pizza. He bought it to Ciaran’s mouth, telling him to open up. Ciaran was not at all sure what was going on, but he was too lost in ecstasy to question it, so he opened wide and took a huge bite of the slice. His heart raced as he felt the warm oily pizza move around his mouth and down his throat, all the while having his cock pumped. He got more and more hard and frantic with each bite, but Lee was always careful not to let him climax. Before long Lee had gone back for another slice, and another. Ciaran closed his eyes and gave into the sensual experience, allowing himself to feel the food barrelling down into his expanding stomach, to feel Lee’s hands in his boxers, feeling Lee’s breath on his neck as he fed him slice after slice. When he opened his eyes again, he was astonished to discover that he was onto the last slice. Lee took it in his hands, and straddled Ciaran’s thighs. With a mischievous grin, he kept a lustful eye contact with the greedy boy as he shoved this last piece into his mouth. As Ciaran swallowed the last mouthful, Lee got down on his knees and took Ciaran’s cock into his mouth. He reached up with his hands, and caressed the fat boy’s swollen belly and puffy nipples. Ciaran felt the climax start in his balls, and come gradually into his shaft. As he shot his load into Lee’s mouth, he felt his already bloated belly swell even more, as he took in a deep gasp of breath. The rifles of pleasure spread up through his rolls of fat, into his tingling nipples, across his shoulders, in his arm pits, to the tips of his fingers. His thighs seized and his toes tingled. It was the longest most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. Lee came up to the sofa and put his arms around Ciaran, gently caressing his nipples as Ciaran tried to get his breath back. Just before he drifted to sleep, Lee took him by the hand and led him into his bedroom, where he crawled into the thick luxurious bed sheets, and fell asleep with Lee squeezing and rubbing his fat belly.

Ciaran awoke the next morning in an empty bed. He thought over the events of the night before, more confused than he had ever been in his life. He was pretty new to being a fat guy, he had never in his wildest dreams considered that a guy as hot and as attractive as Lee would get off on a flabby doughy body like his. What's more, as he couldn’t explain why he himself had found the whole thing as erotic as he did. He was lying there, mindlessly stroking his cock and trying to unpack the experience, when Lee came into the room, dressed only in grey sweats. ‘Morning handsome, I made you breakfast.’ Ciaran got up and started to gather his clothes, when Lee put his hand on Ciaran’s fat ass. ‘I don’t think we need the clothes do we big guy?’ He gave him a flirty spank. Ciaran obliged and followed Lee into the kitchen, acutely aware of how his body jiggled with each step. Lee bought him to the dining table, and sat him down, planting a friendly kiss on his head, before presenting him with a mountain of fried food. Ciaran looked bewildered ad the stacked plate, covered in sausage, bacon, fried potato bread, soda farls, toast dripping with melted butter, all of it covered in grease, all of it delicious. ‘Dig in’ Lee instructed, before sitting directly across from him. ‘Are you not having any?’ He asked. ‘I’m watching my figure,’ Lee replied with a sly wink. The food smelt so delicious, Ciaran gave in and started eating. All the greasy fried food felt amazing sliding down his throat and creating a nice stodgy feeling in his gut. All the while, Lee was watching him intently, his breathing getting faster and harder. ‘This guy is really getting off on watching me eat this,’ Ciaran thought to himself, as his own semi got harder and harder. He was in the nip, in this guys house, being watched like an animal in the zoo as he gorged himself. He looked at the full plate in front of him, and at the hot guy opposite. ‘Oh well,’ he thought, ‘might as well give him a show.’ Ciaran began really gorging, shovelling the food into his mouth as fast as he could manage. He swallowed down barely chewed mouthfuls of the stuff, hardly giving himself time to breathe between mouthfuls. As he finished the last mouthful, he picked up the plate, and turned to the side, so that Lee could see his tongue licking every last drop of the fatty grease off the plate. In a flash, Lee was on his knees again, reverently sucking on Ciaran’s cock. Ciaran grasped his head and pushed his cock deeper down his throat, the grease on his pudgy fingers becoming wiped on the sexy man’s greying hair. Once again, Ciaran felt his orgasm spread through his bloated fat body.

As he sat there, spent, Ciaran reclined and rubbed his bloated belly, while Lee began to clean up. They started to talk about their day and their plans. Ciaran explained his accommodation situation and that he would be spending the evening once again trawling from apartment to apartment. At this Lee came back to look at him. He looked slowly up and down Ciaran’s body, seeming to carefully consider. ‘You can move in here.’ He offered casually. Ciaran almost laughed. ‘Thanks man, but I couldn’t afford rent here, and I don’t want to go looking for a hand out from a guy I’ve just met, but you’re very kind to offer.’

‘I'm thinking more of a mutually beneficial arrangement.’ Lee said, his eyes still carefully examining Ciaran’s nude body. ‘You’d stay here, you can have the second bedroom, you can come and go as you please, have friends over, do whatever you like, and move out whenever you want. On top of that, I’ll cover all the bills, I can afford it.’

‘What do you want from me?’ Ciaran asked him, deeply suspicious.

‘I want to fatten you. I’ll bring you food, drink, I’ll buy your new clothes when you outgrow them, all you have to go, is keep eating, and getting bigger.’

Ciaran had never heard anything so ridiculous in his life. This hot buff guy, had just offered him free accommodation, in a prime Cork City Centre location, no rent, no bills, but Ciaran would have to submit to being fattened up. He almost laughed as the words came out of Lee’s mouth.

Almost.

His mind wandered back to the three weeks, spent trudging the streets in the rain. To the endless disappointments, arriving to an apartment to find it was gone, thinking you were getting one, but they go with someone else. Landlords that were clearly trying to scam the system, demanding more rent than advertised, asking for secret payouts. He thought too of this time next week, when he would be living at home with his parents, commuting hours and hours to work every day, having no social life whatsoever. He remembered as well, the feeling of Lee forcing warm oily pizza into his mouth, caressing his belly, giving him the most powerful orgasm of his life. His hand now rubbed lazy circles around his belly. He felt the stretch marks running up and down, permanent scars left by his recent weight gain. He felt his nipples, puffy and stretched as his tits grew underneath them. Even if he did get back to working out, he’d be left with the remains of his fatter self, he would never again have the smooth athletic body he had when he was 19, that was destroyed forever. And if he did move in with his parents, he wouldn’t have time to join an gym anyway. And if he did find somewhere to rent, he would have no disposable income anyway, so in all probability, it would continue to grow regardless. And as he looked at Lee’s shredded torso, the waistband of his briefs visible at the top of his grey sweats, leaning casually on one leg, making his muscular bubble butt pop, he was filled again with the desire to feel his hands all over his body, to feel his mouth on his cock.

‘Do it. Fatten me.’

A week later, Ciaran moved his belongings into Lee’s spare room. Sure, their new living arrangement was unconventional, but they agreed that they should have their own space, since they were essentially still strangers. When they’d bought the last of the boxes in, Lee instructed Ciaran to strip and follow him into his bedroom. Ciaran was surprised to discover that this wasn’t for hot steamy welcome sex, but rather for a weigh in. As he stepped onto the scales in the nude, he wondered what he’d gotten himself into. It hadn’t really hit him before that moment, that this deal was serious. That Lee would only allow him to stay so long as he continued to get fatter. The scale read 270lbs. Lee jotted down the weight, before plotting it on a line graph which he hung to the wall. He then produced a measuring tape and took a measurements around Ciaran’s hips, gut, tits, thigh and arm. Ciaran stood there self consciously naked, watching Lee record the information. Lee came back to him a final time, with a smile on his face. He grabbed the underside of Ciaran’s belly and gave it a jiggle, before doing the same wit his tits, and despite himself, Ciaran felt himself become erect. ‘I’m so glad you agreed to do this. Now lets get you fed.’

Ciaran settled into his new life very easily. Lee prepared huge breakfasts for him every morning, which he ate with no difficulty. Depending on the day, Ciaran would either meet him at his office and bring him for lunch, or else give him money to buy his own, with the demand that Ciaran send him a photo of whatever fatty meal he decided on. He would often bring him to fast for restaurants, ordering way too much food, and watching Ciaran stuff his face while eating none of it himself. At dinner time, Lee sometimes would serve huge portions of pasta, or lasagne, or a plate of burgers, or sometimes he would just order a delivery. Lee usually fed Ciaran himself, often by hand, enjoying feeling the fat boys lips on his fingers. They weigh ins were a weekly event. The first week, Ciaran gained four pounds. The second week, six. In the fourth week, he gained five. After just a month he already felt a lot bigger. His nipples and his underbelly got more sensitive as they stretched and grew. Lee made full advantage of this constantly kissing, nibbling and licking Ciaran’s sensitive fat parts.

After the first month, Lee added a daily desert into the mix. At first Ciaran thought that it would be too much food, often being presented with a whole chocolate cake or cheese cake at the end of his heavy day of eating, however, he discovered that he was perfectly able to deal with it. In the final week of his second month, He gained 8 pounds, bringing him to 312 lbs.

Some nights he would go to his own bed, needing to just sleep and digest the days food. Other nights, he went to bed with Lee. As his body grew, he found that he had to lift his belly out of the way to allow Lee unfettered access to his cock. The orgasms stayed just as intense and powerful as they had been that first night. Lee also liked to take photos of him wearing his GAA shirt, which now rode high up his belly leaving his navel and love handles completely exposed. Ciaran got a massive rush out of dressing up and showing off his new fat for Lee, bouncing his belly up and down, cupping his big growing tits. He was still confused as to why he was enjoying this so much, but every instinct he had told him to give himself to Lee completely, and to allow himself enjoy the huge tub of lard he was becoming.

At the start of month four, his gains had started to slow, to barely a couple of pounds a month. Lee introduced gainer shared into his routine. Twice a day, he would chug the heavy mixture of cream, full fat milk, peanut butter and chocolate spread, sometimes with mass gainer blended through. The turbo charged his gains for a while, and he quickly shot to over 350 lbs. To celebrate getting over 350 at the start of month five, Ciaran put on his GAA Jersey, which now barely covered his tits, and joined Lee in bed. Kneeling on all fours, he watched himself in the mirror, his belly hanging low and jiggling, as Lee thrust his beautiful 8 inch cock between his massively fat arse cheeks.

However, because he had grown so quickly, Ciaran began to struggle to cope with every day tasks. Ciaran decided to raise this with Lee, as they both lay panting in bed. He explained that his massive belly now got in the way of tying his shoe laces. He was so wide, that he no longer fit in his desk chair at work. He struggled with wiping his ass after a shit, and the tiniest physical activity left him out of breath. Lee had already considered this.

‘I think you’ve lived up to the agreement. Look at you, you’re huge now. If you want to stop gaining, you can still live here, I’ll be content fucking your 350lb ass. However…’

Ciaran held his breath in anticipation of what this ‘however’ could be, as lee traced the massive arc of his stretch marked belly, right up to his big pillowy tits, his fingers circling his big womanly stretched out nipples…

‘… if you do want to keep gaining for me, you could always quit your job, and just stay at home. It would get rid of the problem with the shoes. You won’t have to exert yourself getting to and from the office, you won’t have to fit your big beautiful body into a crappy desk chair. You won’t need to wipe your ass if you’re here, you can just hop in the shower.’

Another altogether ridiculous suggestion from Lee. Was he suggesting that Ciaran give up his freedom? Become entirely reliant on Lee’s income? Allow himself to become so fat that he was housebound, to become nothing more than a massively fat sex object for Lee’s pleasure? He thought too of all the times that Lee had hand fed him his delicious meals, the feeling of being pleasured all over his massive body by the beautiful man. He thought too about the thrill he got out of putting on a show for Lee, whether by relentless chugging a fattening gainer shake, or by eating an entire cake on all fours.

‘Yes, let’s do that.’

Six months later, and Ciaran was over 400lbs. His body really struggled with he rapidness of his weight gain, and the slightest movement was now a huge effort for him. While he was by no means immobile or bed bound, at only 400lbs, he found that he hadn’t got much reason to leave bed. Lee made sure to leave abundant snacks within area reach when he went out to work. He would bring all of Ciaran’s meals into the bedroom. It took a lot of food to really fill Ciaran now, but when he was full, his orgasms still rippled through his entire body, and there was a lot more body to ripple now.

One day, as Ciaran lay in bed, mindlessly munching through a box of doughnuts his lover had left him, he caught sight of himself in the mirror. ‘Who the fuck is that?’ He thought to himself. His face was unrecognisable now, with his huge chins and puffy cheeks. Hs belly now stuck way out to his mid thigh. His tits now perched on top of his belly, stretching out to the side, where they pushed his fat arms away from the rest of his torso. He laughed as he thought back to the first night he met Lee, how stressed he had been at trying to find a house he could stay in for more than a year, and how he had thought he had ben fat with his little belly sitting on his belt buckle. Now, he had a house he couldn’t leave any more! And no more thinking he was fat, now he knew he was fat.