For a moment, Reese's breath caught in his throat. There was desert? Oh was there desert! A mountain of it! He should have been stuffed beyond the breaking point already, but how long had it been since he'd had a desert? The rich, creamy, sugary smells floated to his nose and threatened to drive him crazy. He absolutely couldn't pass up this chance. Even though he should have been beyond full, Reese continued to stuff his face.<br/><br/>This time, his stomach was sending plenty of signals, and his mouth was ignoring them. All of the deserts-- every last one of them, tasted like something from heaven. Before he'd realized it, Reese had devoured three giant slices of rich chocolate cake, two slices of cherry pie, and one of apple,<span style="font-style: italic">half</span>of an ice cream cake, a whole sundae, and seven chocolate chip cookies. Then, simply because of the epic food coma all that binging put him into, Reese passed out right there.