Within a week or so, the women of the island started serving Sonny more food at every meal. It was usually to go along with a meal he'd already started.

"Have some spaghetti with your pizza, Sonny," a woman said, setting a big bowl of pasta down beside the three pies he was working through.

"And some garlic bread," another woman said, placing a whole loaf within his reach.

"Here's some tacos to go with your nachos," said a woman, putting a dozen tacos on the table next to his nacho platter.

"Eat these chicken sandwiches," he was told as a plate of them came down. "They'll balance the taste of those burgers."

"Pie and cake should always be served together, Sonny," a woman told him when she served one of each to him. "It's only right."

Sonny ate everything that was served to him. His weight climbed upward. His double chin swelled while his cheeks inflated. Fat started to hang off of his arms. His man-boobs blew up like balloons, flopping down his flabby belly, which swelled with fat that folded and rolled. It stretched out in front of him and hung down from him, covering his penis completely. His ass spread wider behind him and drooped sloppily onto the backs of fatty thighs that pushed his feet apart and rubbed together when he walked; his calves rippled with fat as well. His hips had even gotten saddlebags, like a woman.

"I got you some more burritos," Susan said as she came to the table, where Sonny was just finishing up a tray of tacos. She had four burritos piled in her arms, which she set on the table in front of him.

Sonny grunted and reached for a burrito, crunching up the last bite of his last taco and swallowing before tearing into the new food.

"You'll have some nachos too, right?" a brown-haired woman asked, fondling his fatty breasts.

"Sure," he said automatically, burping in between bites of burrito.

Susan crouched by his side. "Fill up here, okay?" she cooed. A massive platter of nachos was brought to the table, and she took a moment to stuff a few into his open mouth. "Finish all this up. I'll go see when that ice cream cake will be ready."

"Mmm," Sonny mumbled, gobbling up the burrito.