Bevin was out on an injury, forced to take the rest of the football season off. We hadn't seen anything of him since, and by the time the season was over I finally decided to hit him up, heading over to his place to see how he was doing. I was in shock at the massive pile of lard that answered the door.
Bevin stood in front of me filling the entire frame. He used to be a receiver, tall and lanky, but now his waist was as wide as his shoulders and as stuffed as a plush pillow. He led me back into his place, giving me a view of the massive dump truck that was his rear wrapped in sweat shorts. Each step sent a visible shake through his entire body, his love handles bouncing from each football.
I followed him in awe, watching him grab a donut from his coffee table in the living room before settling down on the sofa. The mesh champion tank that he always wore was encasing his body like a sausage, creased under his fat tits and pulling up to give a view off his giant ball of a belly. "You think you took this time off too far?' I asked, mouth agape, trying to comprehend his size and how much he let himself go.
"I'm sure I'll lose it by the time I get back on field" He answered, finishing off his donut.
He didn't lose it all the next season, and we ended up with a new lineman.