Judging by Chi's response when he woke up, Reese assumed that he's slept all the way through the night. At the mention of breakfast, his eyes lit up hungrily, then he blushed at her next comment and felt a bit ashamed of his excitement a short moment ago. He needed to lay off or he'd outgrow this set of clothes too. "Uh, yeah. Thanks," Reese said, blushing. He asked Chi for privacy again and she left the room.<br/><br/>Reese was curious about something, so he went to the private bathroom attached to his bedroom. Soon, he found what he was looking for. Inside one of the drawers was a scale. Reese wasn't sure exactly how much he weighed when he got here, but he figured he should probably see what he was now. Reese felt his heart jump in his chest. His stomach was reaching out so far it was touching the bottom of the glowing numbers. That was worrisome enough, but... weren't those numbers just a bit higher than they should be?<br/><br/>Like he'd said before, he wasn't sure how much he'd weighed before, but if his guess was anywhere near accurate... he'd gained more than thirty pounds in less than two days! That was insane, absolutely insane. Shaking his head in horror, Reese went off into his closet, wondering if his resized clothes would actually fit.<br/><br/>Well... Chi's guess hadn't been<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>far off, he supposed. His socks hadn't needed any adjustments. It seemed that most of the weight he'd gained since coming here had gone straight to his gut. A bit had gone to his ass and thighs, but it was his spare tire that was the real kicker. Perhaps the demoness had been a bit optimistic herself, because her estimation was actually still a bit tight.<br/><br/>Over the night Reese must have digested the previous day's meals, because his stomach wasn't hard at all anymore. Now it was soft and jiggly, and quite obviously completely composed of fat. He didn't have the "oh I just haven't digested my food yet" excuse anymore.<br/><br/>Now you'd think that would make it easier to button his jeans, right? Not really. It took several minutes of huffing, puffing, yanking, sucking in, and hands sinking into soft flesh before he managed to button his jeans. It felt tight and uncomfortable to have his jeans encasing the lower half of his stomach in the undersized fabric, so he did something that was very embarrassing, but much more comfortable. Reese reached down, grabbed handfuls of his stomach flesh and pulled up. The lower half of his gut was spared from their prison, and hung over his jeans a bit. He had an overhang now. After a distasteful examination in a mirror, Reese found that he was also developing a set of bulging love handles. Reese pulled on a shirt, glad that it did a nice job<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>showing off his expanding features.<br/><br/>After all of that was dealt with, Reese headed down to the dinning room, eager for a nice breakfast. He finally arrived in the dinning room huffing and puffing. God he'd gotten out of shape fast!