Reese woke after dinner facing the next morning, as always. Chi was there to greet him and inform him that breakfast was prepared. Reese loved breakfast, he loved every meal here, but there was a part of him that was getting very worried. As the Neko boy threw back his blankets and heaved himself out of bed there was simply no denying it. He had gotten<span style="font-style: italic">fat</span>.<br/><br/>Fearful how much he'd gained since the last time he'd checked the scale two days ago, Reese hesitantly made his way over to the hated machine. Looking down, Reese practically chocked. His gut was completely blocking the numbers now. With a strong sense of dread, the boy reached down, grabbed his gut, and tried to pull it out of the way. He nearly chocked again when he saw the numbers. That was just too much. A few more days and the scale might stop reading him.<br/><br/>Feeling a bit dejected, Reese made his way to his closet and picked out a nice outfit. His weight had started distributing a bit more evenly recently. His arms, legs, and ass had gotten more attention, and he was starting to get a double chin, but the main focus was still on his heaving gut. His overhand was extremely embarrassing now. He could reach underneath his gut and pretend he was holding it, or actually hold it for a short time, if he could gather up the strength. His love handles had expanded in relation to his spare tire. They were big enough now that they bounced up and down when he walked, and they'd demanded more room so his gut actually had to fold over them to get more room. And as much as he hated to admit it, he was just starting to develop a pair of man boobs.<br/><br/>The most noticeable difference in his massive gain, was that he felt heavy. Even just walking around was more difficult than it ever had been, and than it ever should be. Buttoning his jeans was as much of a struggle as ever, if not more. Now, he not only had to try to pull the corners of the jeans together, but he had to do it while holding up his overhang. It was impossible to button any pants while trying to shove that thing inside, so he had to do it underneath. It was a real hassle. Big shocker, no matter how hard he pulled today the corners never even got close. Sucking in didn't seem to make a difference any more, which was annoying.<br/><br/>After finally settling for leaving his pants unbuttoned, Reese started the dreaded trek to the dinning room. Honestly, walking there for each meal was the only exercise he got anymore. He was surprised when he finally arrived that there was no food on the table. He had a bad feeling about this.<br/><br/>Chi asked him to sit down. Apparently she had something to talk to him about. Feeling nervous, Reese made his way over to his usual chair and lowered himself into it. He didn't fit in it anymore. His thighs bulged out from the sides under the handles, his love handles over, and his gut covered most of his lap. It was a tight fit, and very uncomfortable, but he couldn't do anything about it. Spilling out of his chair like that really made him feel fat.<br/><br/>"So, um..." he started, "What's this about?"