After about an hour, Reese woke from a much more peaceful slumber. He still wasn't having any stomach pains, thanks to Chi's miracle medicine and it sounded like he could do whatever he wanted while Chi was off doing chores. With a comfortable sigh and stretch Reese hauled himself out of bed and wandered over toward his closet.<br/><br/>His pajamas fit deceptively well. Due to that, and being sleepy, and his lack of stomach pain, Reese had assumed that he'd digested all the food from lunch time and that he'd returned to his normal size. Well... not quite. It seemed there was still a bit of food hanging out in there 'cause he was positively bloated. But besides that... he may have actually put on a bit of weight. He could always tell when he was stuffed since his stomach would be bloated, round and hard. But not all of it was like that now. There were some... softer parts, and he could grab entire handfuls of them.<br/><br/>Of course! It had been naive of him to think that he'd just digest the food and it would go away. He was digesting the food, yeah, but everything he didn't need was being... stored away. It had been less than twenty-four hours and he'd already started gaining weight? Perhaps he wasn't cut out for such an easy lifestyle. Nah, he could just lay off a bit and the extra pounds would work their way off. With that thought in mind, Reese turned optimistically to select an outfit for the day.<br/><br/>The socks and underwear were as easy as always, even if his boxers were stretched a bit around his expanded waistline. But now, even his shirt was a bit tight against him, the fabric stretching a bit around his wider points. The jeans were just plain awful. Legs, check. Tail, check. Button...?<br/><br/>Reese tried valiantly, pulling desperately on the corners of his pants to bring them together. His hands sank into his newly acquired flesh, as did the sides of his waistband. After several minutes he had to stop and take a break. Reese moved over toward a little chair in the closet to sit down in and rest for a moment. His gut took the opportunity to push forward a bit onto his lap.<br/><br/>After a moment to let his breathing settle, this was, after all, amazingly hard work, Reese went back to it. Eventually, and with a whole lot of effort, he actually got his pants buttoned and zipped. With a jolt of relief, he let out the breath he'd been holding and his bloated belly sat on the top of his waistband. The mound of flesh absolutely refused to be contained in such a small space, so it had pushed itself upward.<br/><br/>The jeans were on, yes, but they were so tight, it almost made him want to take them off again. But that would destroy everything he'd worked for for the last half hour. Determined now to get out of his closet, Reese made his way toward the entertainment room.