Kev had been a wrestler all through high school, his lean body muscled perfect for the sport. He was excited to finally head into college level, confident his skill would allow him to compete as a freshman. He was tired of working all through the year to keep his body at peak, however, wanting to relax and take a break before continuing the grind through college. He stopped working out entirely, deciding to hang out with friends in his free time, not realizing the consequences his lax attitude would have.
He never considered what his appetite would do to him, a learned hunger he'd adopted to keep his body fueled. It didn't take a break when he did, forcing him to keep eating as much as he had when he was training. Kev had no clue what all those extra calories were doing as he indulged himself, at least, until it was too late. Without the exercise, his body started filling out, his skin turning from hard muscle to soft fat as new mass exploded across his body. His shorts and shirts began struggling, their buttons and zippers barely able to contain the extra inches added to his form.
By the time he was finally heading to college, he had almost outgrown his entire wardrobe. His shirts highlighted his softer form, his soft tits displayed in the fabric. The material was even getting caught below his fat belly and forming a curve above his waist. He could only wear sweatshorts anymore, but still the elastic became tighter and tighter as his hips thickened.
He would feel his body shake whenever he got up, his stomach visibly jiggling in the shirt as it threatened to expose itself at any moment. He needed to grow out a goatee in order to keep some semblance of a chin, his jaw having disappeared entirely sunk below his fat cheeks. His body was already way beyond Freshman 15, and he was sure by the end of the year it would happen again.