Another week had past and he had gained well over a hundred pounds. He got up and went to his closet to find clotes that still fit him (which wasn't much). He found a pair of tight fitting sweat pants, and undershirt and a button-down shirt. He put on the undershirt and there was a small amount of shirt between his enormus stomach and his giant breasts and he wasn't able to button his shirt at all.
He went to the kitchen and made an enormus sndae with gallons of hot fudge and a mountain of whipped cream. He walked over to the recliner and it colapsed under his tremendous weight. HE decided to forget it and just eat the ice cream.