Vigil didn't realize how much impact spending time working a farm would have on his body. He was between jobs and needed some extra money, deciding to find someplace that needed extra hands and could keep a minimum cash flow while job searching.
He managed to find room and board, ending up in the middle of a rural state with the closest town a solid hour away. That didn't matter much, as each day had work to do, but Vigil was surprised to find most of his tasks involved driving vehicles and equipment around the fields that he barely got the exercise he'd expected.
Sitting on his ass almost his entire day, he wasn't surprised to find his clothes steadily growing tighter and tighter, his figure filling out all over. His form was quickly softening, his limbs swelling into smooth shapes while his stationary torso filled out above the waist. His skin had begun to crease with fat, and he'd even started growing his beard out to hide his rounding face.
Halfway through the season he'd nearly outgrown his entire wardrobe. He had completely forgone his belts, his pants managing to stretch around his wider waist but constantly forced down by his love handles. The worst was that he no longer had any shirts that fit him. He hardly had time to head out and buy more, and it got to the point where he was forced to work without them. It didn't take long for this to become habit, constantly spending his days without any covering on his upper body.
Now he worked the farm without a limit on his body, constantly growing fatter and wider in the vehicles he rode in all day.