Melon leaned back into his seat, stifling a belch as his belly gurgled. "Urf...! Oh, man... I think I let myself get a little carried away." With a sheepish chuckle, he rubbed his hands over his belly, which was exposed between the gaps in his stretched shirt's buttons. Much to his embarrassment, he had attracted the attention of almost the entirety of the restaurant he had found himself in. Just about everyone was staring in amazement at the colossal lizard's gluttony, the table before him covered with emptied plate upon emptied bowl upon emptied plate, easily reaching the dozens in number. What was truly astonishing, however, was just how quickly all of that food had translated to pure, heavy pudge. Melon's rear end had ballooned outward, his puffy rear end squished by his bursted belt as it peeked out from his pants, which had been stretched to their limit. His shirt was straining, a barely audible creaking from the fabric occasionally sounding out from the gecko's slight movements. His navel was on full display through a large gap between his shirt's buttons, and his belly was pushed into the table so much that it spilled out across it. In fact, the gecko could swear that he had gotten wedged into his seat, and he could only imagine how difficult it would be to get out from it. POP! Melon was startled as one of his shirt's buttons finally failed, popping apart and flying through the air like a bullet fired from a pistol. His eyes went wide as his massive cheeks burned a bright red. "Ehm... Mind if I get some twenty-seconds? I'm still a bit hungry!"