Perhaps Reese had been being a bit optimistic when he'd spoken earlier, but getting dressed was taking a bit longer than he'd expected.<br/><br/>After Chi had left the room, Reese had gone into his closet and removed his pajamas. He selected a nice outfit and started dressing. But the jeans felt a bit tighter than they had before. Everything had fit wonderfully this morning, but that was that morning. He hadn't eaten that enormous breakfast yet, which, by the way, he was still a bit bloated from... Okay, very bloated.<br/><br/>Shirt, socks, underwear, that much was easy. He put his legs into the pant holes like any six-year-old knows how to do, and slipped his tail through the little hole in the back. By that point, everything was still going smoothly. Then he tried to button them.<br/><br/>Honestly, it was a bit embarrassing, and he was glad Chi wasn't there to watch him struggle. The waistband was tight-- very tight. Reese pulled hard to get the corners of the button together and he felt the waistband dig into his sides in protest. Finally, and it was very embarrassing just to have to do this, Reese sucked in his food-packed belly and managed to slip the button into its little slot. He didn't dare exhale until he'd done up the zipper as well.<br/><br/>The jeans were on, and that much made him proud, but they were uncomfortably tight. He would just have to wait for the food swelling his belly to pass on for his clothes to fit better. Glancing at the clock, Reese was surprised. Had he really spent 15 minutes trying to button his pants? How embarrassing.  With a sigh, that stretched his belly dangerously against his already tight waistband, Reese went out to meet Chi and go on a tour of the mansion... His mansion, he finally realized.