Reese was surprised that when Che next woke him it seemed to be breakfast time. She'd let him skip two exercise sessions! Was this also in celebration of him fitting in his original clothes size? Well it was certainly a wonderful tread. Licking his lips for breakfast, Reese strolled into his closet and pulled off his pajamas.<br/><br/>Reese struggled. Pulling, yanking, sucking in, breathing heavily and sweating; suddenly these jeans were a lot tighter than he remembered. Examining his stomach (both in the mirror and by touch), Reese found he'd gotten a little... bigger again. All the exercise he'd been doing until now had helped him digest his dinner faster and put the energy to use. Unfortunately, he'd taken in<span style="font-style: italic">a lot</span>more than his body could use. His stomach was one soft mound of wobbling flesh. Based on the mirror visual, there was no way he'd fit in his old jeans.<br/><br/>But Reese was determined to make it happen. He fought on, pulling hard until, against all odds, they buttoned. Reese hurried on to do up the zipper, but it wouldn't go. The lower part of his stomach, desperate for room, was bulging out from the gap between his button and zipper, making it impossible to close. He'd been holding his breath to get this far, but he needed to breathe. With a heave, his belly swelled and the inevitable happened.<br/><br/>There was a loud pop and Reese's gut tumbled forward, bouncing, as it was freed from its prison. With a sigh of defeat Reese acknowledged that he'd gained weight again, just when he was so close to slimming back down to normal too. Reese found a bigger pair of means that fit and made his way down to breakfast. He was hungry this morning!