Susan waved vaguely to the women cleaning up the table where they sat. "Today I'm thinking ice cream- it seems like an ice cream kind of day."

Sonny whipped up a craving as she mentioned it, and knew that was just the thing. "Ice cream's all right with me."

"Let's not keep you waiting, then," Susan said, playfully pinching his cheek. Springing from her seat, she held out a hand. "Help you up?"

"Sure thing," Sonny replied, taking her hand. She tugged mightily as he pushed up, and he was on his feet without much trouble. He had started having trouble getting up from chairs on his own; fortunately, there was always someone around eager to help. They wandered out of the grill together and made leisurely for the ice cream parlor.

"Damn, you're filling out nice!" a dark-skinned woman said approvingly as she passed them.

A woman with almond-shaped eyes and jet black hair stopped behind Sonny and halted a companion. "Looks as good from the back as from the front," he heard her remark to her friend.

Sonny nodded contentedly. Susan smirked as his penis stiffened straight out in front of him. She wondered if his belly was big enough to keep him from seeing it yet. "There's supposed to be a couple new flavors today. They'll love that we're coming."

"Mmmm-mmmm," Sonny thought of the new possible tastes.

"Wonderful afternoon, isn't it Sonny?" said the woman at the ice cream parlor door. She showed them to a table, laying a soft cushion down on Sonny's chair before he settled himself down. "Have all that you want, okay?"

Another woman appeared, setting a fudge sundae in front of Sonny. "Here's a snack to tide you over while you decide what you want."

Sonny plowed into it, spooning ice cream and hot fudge quickly into his mouth. Susan spoke up for him: "What's new today?"

"We've got a couple of new flavors," the woman said. "Marshmallow cream, peanut butter fudge, strawberry mint, and white chocolate."

"Ooo, I think it all sounds good, huh Sonny," Susan cooed, rubbing his back just above his bottom.

Sonny had just finished his sundae. He nodded. "I could have any of those."

"We'll just get you some of each, then," the server remarked gently. Heading to the back, she winked over her shoulder. "And don't worry- we won't do 'sample size.'"

Sonny didn't want to have to wait long. Fortunately, it wasn't much later that the server returned with four big bowls full of ice cream, and put them in front of him. Sonny happily slurped the frozen dairy down his throat, feeling the cool creaminess settle in his big belly. When the last of the ice cream was finished, he sighed and flexed his swollen paunch. "I gotta say, it's gotten to be relaxing for me to fill this thing up."

"It's so majestic," a woman with light blond hair said, putting her fingertips on top of his spare tire and tracing around to his love handles.

"Here, Sonny, have some more," Susan said. She set another bowl of ice cream in front of him: vanilla, covered in butterscotch with a mountain of Cool Whip. "Eat, Sonny, come on."

Sonny joyfully obeyed, slurping the vast swirl of sugar and fatty cream down his gullet. He finished it easily, and he gave a little burp, feeling quite full. "Think I'll lie back for a while." He scooted away from the table.

"I'll be around your place a little later," said Susan. Giving him her hand, she helped him to his feet and headed out. "And always tell someone when you're feeling hungry," she said over her shoulder.

Sonny sauntered through the main street toward his house, yawning as the food settling in his belly made him drowsy. All the women he passed spent at least a second eying him up and down, sending him over the moon with self-satisfaction. He was completely awesome.