About a week later, Sonny was propped up on his home toilet, answering the call of nature. It was a very comfortable toilet, with a wide, padded seat and handholds on the walls to help him pull himself up as he needed to do these days. It let him relax completely, as he spread out on his fat ass and deposited solid waste into the bowl.

"Sonny?" Susan called through the bedroom. "Sonny, you here? I brought you a snack." Her voice grew closer until it entered the bathroom, and she quite unpretentiously rounded the corner of the privacy wall and stood in front of him.

"Geez, Susan!" Sonny yelped, drawing back on the toilet seat; he remained seated, though.

"What? I figured you were here when I couldn't find you out in the house."

"I'm taking a dump, Susan!" he cried. "Can't I get a little privacy?"

Susan rolled her eyes. "Come on, Sonny, is this really all that exposing? You're always naked anyways, everyone's seen your anus and your cock." She gave him a long, sustained look as he sat there. "What's so much more shameful about someone seeing you use them?"

Sonny squirmed, his belly sliding around a little in his lap. "I dunno, it just bugs me."

"It clearly bugs you because you've been raised in a restrictive culture," Susan explained. Crouching down, she ran her fingers along one of his thick thighs. "Here, things are freer... you have no reason to feel ashamed of anything you do." She cupped his face tenderly. "Relax, Sonny, always relax- you're completely liberated here."

Her soothing voice and soft touch aroused him, which loosened him up considerably. His bowels unclenched; he gave off a wet fart and released some stool. Sonny slumped a little, and sighed. "Hey... it actually does feel kind of relaxing to crap with someone watching."

"Believe me, none of us will mind," Susan assured him. She took up a parcel wrapped in paper, and freed the item inside. It was a large burrito. "I brought you some food. Here, have at it."

"Uh, I'm on the can," Sonny objected.

"So what- relax, remember?" She put her finger in his deepening belly button and swirled it around. "I like to have a snack sometimes when I'm on the toilet. It gets things moving a little better, I think." She raised the burrito toward him. "Eat, Sonny, eat."

Sonny could never resist food when Susan offered it anyway; now was no different. Taking up the burrito, he stuffed his mouth with it, second chin stretching and wobbling as he ate. He filled the toilet in the process, spurting out waste as he scarfed down food.