Steve was determined to stop smoking, he tried time after time to quit, but never resisted well to temptation.
He tried all sorts of things, patches, chewing gum, herbal remedies and even some weird ritual things some co-workers in the office suggested, but without result.
Until one day at a company wide sales meeting he was striking conversation with the key speaker about the effectiveness of direct sales, during a coffee break. The conversation soon moved on to other life experiences, smoking came up, and the speaker was telling the tale on how he too struggled quitting, until he took drastic measures. He took a 6 month sabbatical from work and closed himself indoors.
He didn't even go out to buy groceries! He only got stuff delivered in!
Most of it ended up being junk food, so the result was he managed to quit smoking because he could get cigarettes delivered, but he put on a substantial amount of weight.

Steve booked his sabbatical off work, everyone of the office thought it was a bit odd that he was just gonna spend all that time indoors, but wished him good luck on kicking the habit.

The first week was the hardest for Steve. He was constantly dying for a cigarette. It was all he could think about. He needed to keep busy. You can only watch TV for so long until it bores you. Games made it worst because the frustration of losing made him crave a cigarette.
Food was solace. while he had something in his mouth chewing away, he was calm and settled.

He chewed and chewed. Nibbling on so many treats, a constant flow of food, chips, pancakes, cupcakes, cakes, pasta, burritos, chinese, indian. Anything he wanted he got delivered.

The weeks past, Steve knew he was starting to gain weight, but didn't give it much notice as it was inevitable and he didn't want to admit the extent of the damage.
His slender frame quickly ballooned and rolls soon formed over his toned body, his abs soon turned to a gut, a gut soon turned to a belly and a belly just got a whole lot bigger.

It wasn't so much the snacking, we can all snack, but Steve craved cigarettes so much that snacking was down right stuffing! He would cram so much food in his stomach every single day until it hurt and he wasn't able to move.

Day after day stuffing those abs, that gut, that belly. Watching it stretch and get bigger from morning to night, falling asleep rubbing it.
The fat pilled on so quickly stretch marks appeared like red zippers on his belly, red and raw. Appearing on his thighs, his moobs, his ass and soon arms.

He really took notice of his gain when he could feel his double chin prevent him from moving his head down. He would sit there on the couch, or in his bed just watching some show, stuffing his fat face with so many fat treats, rubbing his rolls.

He somehow loved the feel of his rolls, the feel of the supple fresh fat growing and making them bigger. He particularly loved he moobs, big soft and pendulous. They made him feel so sexy, as they grew, his love for them grew, they got big enough for him to suck on his nipples.

His sabbatical was ending.
He knew he got fat, not just gained weight, but he has learned to like his form and secretly enjoy growing it.
It didn't really occur to him that he might not fit in his work suit anymore, because after being at home alone so much, you kinda tend to stop wearing clothes.

He put on some underpants, they were so tight, but they still fit somewhat. Then the pants, they were a bit of a struggle. After tugging on them for a while, he was finally able to fit his titanic ass in them. He failed to notice he burst the seam, making more room. The thing he did notice though, that no matter how hard he tried, he could not close them, or even ip them up a little.
He thought he would tackle it again in a bit after the shirt.
The shirt did manage to button, only just, he was surprised, but then again he was sucking it in. The shirt was so snug though, although he loved how his moobs felt stuffed into it. Holding his breath, to not let his belly out, he quickly grabs the jackets and tries to put it on. He couldn't suck it in anymore, he breathed, his shirt could not contain his mammoth belly, buttons just few off and pinged on off the walls.
He defeated the suit.

"Better call work and say that I'll be a bit late. Oh well, time for breakfast"

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Commission for  Steve Wolfe

It was a rather quick one, and damn is the story long! lol
I hope he likes it!
and that you like it too!
BC

P.S.
Steve is  Steve Wolfe 's character.