When Jack's dad began to pack on the pounds like his son, which resided mostly in his stomach, his pants grew tight around his waist. But instead of growing concerned about his weight gain and cutting back on food, he simply went to the nearest clothing store and bought bigger jeans.
His wife would have scolded him for his recent gain and immediately placed him on a diet, but she was not there and she phoned them a few days ago to tell them about urgent news. Apparently Jack's grandmother was omitted to a hospital to treat her injuries.
She wasn't dying, which relieved Jack and his dad, but it meant that Jack's mother would be gone for more than a month. This also meant that they had more time to eat and laze around the house, which was exactly what they did.
Jack's dad worked mostly from home, going occasionally to his job at a large building when his employers called him, which meant that he could fall into his son's daily pattern of rising late, eating, and watching TV.
He even joined Jack when he was playing video games, even though he wasn't exactly up to date with today's technology. And so it went: the men rarely left the house (except for the times Jack went to visit Sam), they gorge, and grew lazy.
It was obvious, over time, that the two would start to gain weight at a rapid pace because of this, and after one week it became visible that they were growing fat. Jack gained fifteen pounds, most of the weight resting in his belly, which was pushing over his waistline, and thighs, giving him a pear shape.
Though, Jack's dad, being in his early forties and not having the high metabolism rate he had in his youth, gained thirty pounds! Unlike his son, the weight spread evenly throughout his body, thickening his limbs, face, neck and chest.
And so this went: Jack and his dad ate, and they grew bigger and bigger.
What happens next?