When desert came, Reese attacked it like a wild animal. He let out moans and groans of pleasure as the rich and creamy treats passed briefly over his tongue before being guzzled down. And entire, two layer chocolate cake, two whole pies, and one ice cream sundae. That was what he managed to inhale before he realized he physically couldn't eat anymore. Everything was so delicious, he didn't want to stop, but he had no choice. If he tried to consume any more he'd just... eject it again.<br/><br/>If the truth be known, somewhere in the middle of his desert spree, Reese had met the breaking point. He'd been vaguely aware of his pants getting tighter as lunch progressed, but he hadn't paid much attention to it. He took a slight break between the first pie and the second one, and leaned back in his chair to rest for a moment, only to find he couldn't sit back up to keep eating. He'd quickly realized it was because his pants were<span style="font-style: italic">way</span>too tight against his food-stuffed belly. After a moment of struggling, he managed to undo the button and zipper and gained a bit of movement, then lurched forward again, desperate to cram more food down his throat. By the time he'd finished eating, his waistline felt far too tight even undone. Reese slipped into a much more peaceful sleep this time.