Now that he knew the game, Sonny completely gave in to the women's eager stuffing. He let them feed him whatever they wanted, and as much as they wanted, all day long.

"You can have more cake, can't you Sonny?" said a woman after he finished his seventh piece. He held up his plate for an eighth.

"Here's more pizza, take all you can eat," he was told after finishing two whole pies. Sonny stuffed the third one down.

"I thought you might still be hungry after all that fried chicken," Susan said once, "so I brought you a few extra hamburgers." He stuffed it all down his throat and into his waiting gut.

With the women around him constantly feeding him, Sonny easily put on more weight. His belly expanded and swelled into rolls. His fatty pectorals ballooned into full man-boobs. Sonny's arms lost all muscle definition and grew flabby, while his neck thickened and his double chin swelled. Sonny's hips widened and he could feel them sway when he walked; meanwhile, his thighs and calves grew with fat until they touched when he stood. They rubbed together when he walked. Another thing that moved when he walked was his ass, which had become two sagging bags of blubber. Sonny's cheeks got chubby, and his face grew rounder.

The women did indeed love him more as he grew. He was getting 'favors' now, mostly handjobs, but the occasional footjob also occurred. Sonny especially loved the random ones: he would be walking heftily toward a restaurant or his house, then stop for a moment, and suddenly a hand had reached around under his gut and started to jerk him off. Spending all of his time naked, he'd never been hornier, and he was never far from an erection.

"Eat more, Sonny," Susan said one day, dangling a chicken strip in front of his face.

Grunting, Sonny snatched it and scarfed it down, then reached for the plate full of strips in her other hand, complete with ketchup and ranch dressing. "Got any french fries?" he asked.

"Always, Sonny," said a woman, setting down a plate piled high with golden fries. Grabbing for them right away, he stuffed them five at a time into his constantly-chewing mouth.

"URRRPPP!!!" belched Sonny, finishing the chicken strips and piling the last of the fries into his mouth. Taking two pudgy fingers, he swiped up the ketchup and ranch dressing that was left on the chicken platter and sucked it down. "URRRPP!! URRPP!! URPP!!"

"Mmmm," Susan hummed, patting Sonny's belly, "that sounds like satisfaction."

"Aw yeah," Sonny said, his voice a little thicker these days; it had changed because his neck had fattened. "What now, Susan?"

She winked. "What do you think? Dessert."

Sonny smiled. "Best news I've heard all day."