Freshman 15

Freshman 15



Why did moving into a dorm have to cause so much trouble? Brett hated moving in and out every year. He was a junior now…and not too proud of it. What was another year under his belt?
He sighed as he lugged yet another heavy bag into his box-like dorm. Thankfully, it was the last one. Surrounded by boxes, he collapsed onto his futon. Tilting his head back, Brett sighed loudly.
Someone poked their head into his doorway. The grinning face of his new roommate met him. The boy sidled in, still smirking. “Hello…Brett is it? I’m Andy.”
Brett opened his eyes and saw that ‘Andy’ was holding out an expectant hand. He closed his eyes again. “Nice to meet you.”
Andy’s smile slipped ever so slightly. He put his hand down and nimbly traipsed around the box mountains. He flitted to his side of the room and started unpacking with relish. He was fast, Brett would give him that.
Opening his eyes again, Brett looked over and went through the normal process of sizing up his roommate. Hmm. Maybe a size 28 waist. His new roommate was a skinny kid. Andy had white-blonde hair and almost reeked of nerdiness. He was thin and weak looking.
Brett was on the rowing team, so he had quite the biceps. He worked on the rest of his body religiously…knowing he never wanted to look as weak as his new roommate. His father had ground strength morals into him since he was a kid. He shook his head a little at this weak little guy.
“So…Andy. Got any plans for the start of school?”
The boy looked up. He was straightening a pile of papers on his desk. “Well, I hope that I finish registering for all my classes. I was wait listed and it pisses me off that they haven’t got back to me.”
Brett nodded. “Yeah, I’m used to being screwed over like that.”
Andy giggled to himself. Brett raised an eyebrow. The blonde looked at him, still smirking. “Oh come on…screwed…how hilarious is that?”
Brett rolled his eyes. It was going to be a long semester.


It was a few months into the new semester. Brett had been getting along fair enough with his roommate. Andy basically worshipped him. After all, Brett was a perfect model to aspire to. He was fit, handsome, and seemed to be incredibly smart.
Brett was tinkering with a chemical mix today. His major was biology…so he knew what he was doing. Andy came into the room, sweating and obviously tired.
“Hey, man. How’s it going?” Brett said as he swiveled two chemicals together.
Andy panted a bit more. “It’s…*gasp*…all good.”
Brett moved over as Andy flopped onto the futon beside him. He looked at him out of the corner of his eye. “What’s the deal? Run all the way here from central campus?”
Andy laughed and coughed a bit. He took a few minutes to catch his breath. “No. I was just at the Rec center…working out a bit.”
Brett looked at him. “You? Work out? Ha!”
The boy looked affronted. “Well, the Freshman 15 hasn’t been too kind to me.”
As Brett wondered why a skinny kid like him was worried about the Freshman 15, he really looked at him. He raised his eyebrows as he noted that yes; his roommate had a tiny bit of a belly.
The older boy grinned at him. “Andy, Andy, Andy. Lay off the late night snacks then…and forget pop.”
Pop was Andy’s bane. He drank it all the time. Their mini fridge was full to bursting with pop all the time. Brett didn’t bother with the stuff. It got too many people in trouble.
Andy looked down at himself and poked his little bit of flab. “Yeah…got to get rid of this…” He glanced longingly at the fridge. “But I love pop too much.”
Brett laughed and stood up, careful not to spill his beaker. “Yeah man. Well, then enjoy pudgy town.”
Andy pouted at him and then lay back on the futon. His hands rested on his stomach and he fell asleep.

Andy woke up to a dark, empty room a few hours later. His stomach really hurt. Wincing, he stood up, turned the lights on, and started to make his way to the bathroom.
As he stood, he noticed something weird.
Was his stomach…bigger? He poked at the little belly. It almost seemed like it.
He shook his head. Nah. He was just imagining things. Tired and stressed. Plus, exams were coming up…that was enough to think about. He made his way to the fridge and took out his favorite beverage. He took a long swig and grinned. Ah, pop.
His stomach felt better almost instantly. He pat his little roundness and grinned contently. Then his eyebrows knit.
He pat his belly again. It was definitely bigger. As Andy made his way to the mirror, he put his pop down. Looking at the full-length mirror, he used both his hands to feel his stomach. He lifted his shirt up a little, so he could feel the cool skin.
It was so soft now…he massaged his fingers in it. The flub moved under his fingers, waving and jiggling a little. The boy bent forward and noticed, with horror and interest that he officially had rolls.
His belly was over his pants, and it just barely went past the button. He turned to the side and pat his belly. This was weird.
Testing it again, to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, he lifted it up and jiggled it fiercely. Yup. Definitely not dreaming.
Despite everything, he grabbed his pop and took a comfort swig. He belched a little and felt better.
Putting the pop down again, he looked into the mirror. With his shirt folded up a bit, his now soft little belly stuck out. He slouched a little to see it and patted it. Yeah. He was a fatty. He sighed. Who thought that pop could do this?
His rounding gut wasn’t the only part of him that was gaining. His normally twiggy arms were plumping up. He flexed them…they were meatier…but not stronger. His face was also filling out ever so slightly. All in all, he looked like he had gained 20 pounds in the last ten minutes.
He rolled his shirt back over his belly and noted that it was now tight and form fitting. He turned to the side again and placed his hands on his hips. Huh. There were love handles there. He squeezed them. Being soft wasn’t that bad.
As he scratched at his belly, he noticed that it didn’t exactly want to stay in his shirt anymore. A tiny bit of it poked out, and the shirt began its northward journey.
He was rounding out even more. His arms were now soft and pudgy, his fingers were thickening. As he walked over to get his pop, he felt his legs start to rub together.
Grinning at the mirror, he took another long drink. “If I’m getting big, I’m going to damn well enjoy it.”
He finished the pop quickly and stomped his way over to the fridge. He began drinking more and more of his pops…almost driven to do it.
In the corner of his eye, Andy saw himself in the mirror. He saw his belly ballooning out, and his shirt shrinking more and more. He continued to drink…his face and body fattening up.
He heard a distinct ripping sound as his pants burst at the seams in a few places. He had felt his legs getting more and more packed into his pants, and was relieved that the stress was over.
The hand that wasn’t holding the pop bottles found its way to his huge gut. He squeezed at it…horrified and fascinated that he was getting so huge.
When he turned to face the mirror, he really looked at himself. My God. His belly now hung over his tight tight pants and his belly button seemed to be sinking into the flab. His shirt was like a second skin, barely covering him at all. He now had man boobs that poked out a little.
Just when he thought that things couldn’t get any worse, Brett walked in.
The boy blinked and just looked at him. They stared at each other for several seconds. Meanwhile, Andy’s belly continued to grow. He was getting fatter and fatter.
Brett’s face broke into a slow smile. “Freshman 15, huh?”
Andy put the pop down and grabbed at his gut. He shook it viciously. It jiggled a few seconds after. He stared at Brett. “Freshman 115!”
Brett laughed and held up a hand. “May I?”
Andy looked at him suspiciously. “May you what?”
A smile crept up on the older boy’s face. “Jiggle your big fat belly, of course!”
Andy looked appalled. “No way!”
Brett smirked at him and lunged forward, tackling the fat boy to the ground.
The blonde fat boy struggled to get up, his big belly exposed and weighing him down. Brett laughed and grabbed at the fat boy’s belly. He closed his eyes and smiled in a satisfied sort of way.
“And this is why I am a biology major…” He patted the boy’s fat, enjoying the waves of jiggling. “So I can fatten up my roommates!”
Andy rolled around, trying to get up. “Help me up!”
Brett laughed and stood up. “No way. Enjoy being fat…” He turned to leave. “Oh, and I told you to stop drinking the pop. You should have listened.”
The older boy laughed again and practically danced out the room.

Andy sat there, his belly starting to grow to his knees. He lay out his fat arms and looked to the side. In the mirror he looked like a beached whale. Great. What a perfect way to start off college.