Sonny was chowing down on a hefty lunch a while afterwards. A new eating place had emerged that served sandwiches, and he and Susan had gone to give it a try. An initial submarine sandwich had been so satisfying that Sonny had chosen to stay for his midday meal. The test sub had been a foot long; fortunately, he'd been served regular-sized portions for lunch, the women bringing out two foot long sandwiches for him to enjoy. He'd eaten a meatball sub and a spicy chicken sub with bacon, and now a cheesesteak with acres of cheese was making its way into his belly. Reaching out a stray hand, he scooped up a handful of potato chips and stuffed them into his mouth, crunching them down in between bites of the sandwich.

The chip platter was now empty; a woman came to take it away, and another woman put down a new platter in its place, this one full of french fries. "French fries go better with cheesesteak," the server explained.

"More beer, Sonny?" another server asked, holding a big pitcher.

"Mm-hmmm," he mumbled enthusiastically, mouth crammed full of food. His big cup, more like a tankard, was soon full of dark, foamy beer. He chugged a few swallows before gobbling up more cheesesteak.

"Hmmm," Susan hummed, thinking. "I hope the girls at the bakery made enough pudding. I'm not sure they'll have enough to satisfy you," she said, glancing at Sonny's obese body.

"There's some cakes there I can top it off with, right?" he asked, before shoving the last few inches of the cheesesteak into his mouth and chewing.

"Yeah, but I'd hate to have to serve those after lunch. They're made for your snacks and late-night cravings; desserts after lunch are supposed to be special," she pouted, puffing out her full lips.

Sonny just barely motioned toward her with his flabby arm. "It's no big deal," he said. Working his mouth to hang on to the incredible taste of the cheesesteak, he yawned, feeling a little drowsy from the beer and the heavy food in his belly. It gave him an idea. "Hey, Susan- URRRPP!!! I'm a little tired. I kinda wanna take a nap... why don't I nap for a bit, and you can have the bakery ladies whip up some more pudding so they don't have to serve cake or pie?"

"Really?" Susan asked with obvious pleasure. By way of reply, Sonny yawned again. "Sonny, that'll work out great! Thank you so much- you're really doing us a huge favor! You won't regret it- we can head back to your cabin-"

"Ehhh..." Sonny shook his head, making his chins wobble. "I think I'm... just gonna nod off here..." His blubber bunched up a little more as he slumped down, and his chins spread out as he lowered his head, eyes drifting closed. He was snoring soon after. Smiling gently at her big beautiful man, Susan gave his full stomach a pat and whisked herself away.

When Sonny came to about an hour later, he realized he needed to use the bathroom. Sitting up (as best he could) and shifting around, he looked left and right for Susan, but he couldn't see her. A dark-haired woman wiping the table dashed over to him. "Hey there, sleepyhead, need a hand?"

He nodded with a grunt; she grabbed his wrists and pulled him to his feet. Exiting the sandwich shop, he waddled across the sandy main square, trying to spot Susan; he didn't want to just head to his cabin's bathroom without her knowing where he'd gone. But the pressure was building in his bladder, and he realized that he was feeling some rising tension in his bowels as well. He waddled around faster, looking everywhere for his primary guide.

Just as he was about to start calling for her, he saw her running towards him. "Sonny! Sonny!" she cried, slamming to a stop in front of him and caressing his naked form with her soft hands. "What's wrong? Are you feeling all right? It's not your stomach- is your stomach okay?"

"No, I'm fine," he told her, trying to calm her down. He was breathing harder and sweating after the way he'd scuttled around. "It's just... I wanted you to know where I was."

Susan huffed at that, putting a hand on her hip. "Why wouldn't I? You're right here, baby."

"Yeah, now, but if you'd gone back to the sandwich shop-" he squirmed suddenly, flabby thighs shifting against each other as his legs twitched. "And I really have to use the commode. I'll be right back," he said, starting to turn around.

"Where are you going?" Susan asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Back to the cabin," he told her, somewhat irately; he was close to bursting. "It's like the only crapper I've found on this whole island-"

"Why don't you just go out here?"

Sonny looked at Susan like she was crazy. "In the middle of the street? That's crazy!"

"Well, not in the middle of the street," she conceded. She glanced past the collection of eating places nearest them. "But there's some sand and ferns just over there, just out of the street- they're free..."

Sonny's hands drifted to his stomach, mostly out of habit by now. "You want me to just piss over there on the ground?"

"You can urinate or defecate on it, no big deal. Just keep it out of where people normally walk." Susan raised an eyebrow at him. "Sonny, have you ever wondered why the potty in your cabin is the only one on the island?"

Sonny paused a few moments as this sunk in. "Ick," he emoted.

"We're liberated here, remember?" Susan pointed out. "We've freed ourselves from the worries of modesty that your culture obsesses over. So if you need to go, then go." She smiled. "I bet you'll actually like it..."

Sonny wanted to argue, but the time he'd spent listening to her had already made the pressure on his bladder unbearable. Forcing away all his sense of shame, Sonny waddled over out of the street, into the sand and green plants past the eateries. Spreading his legs as wide as he could manage, he stopped by a tree.

But he stopped himself before he let himself go, because he suddenly felt a problem pressing heavy and slick against his penis: his belly. At his cabin he now sat down no matter how he needed to go, because of the way his paunch sagged over his crotch. He was just getting really desperate when two women appeared, one on either side of him. "Need some release, Sonny?" one of them asked.

Each one reached a hand under his hanging gut. They lifted up, fingers sinking into the blubbery skin, until they'd elevated enough of his belly that he could feel the open air hitting his equipment. "You're all clear, Sonny," the other woman informed him.

Sighing, Sonny let the urine flow, the sand beneath him dampening as he loosed the contents of his bladder. Shifting back and forth, he worked it all out, continuing for several minutes before the last of it was gone. Standing and dripping briefly, Sonny started when slender fingers gently took hold of his cock and shook it, ending the dripping. "See?" said one of the women as they lowered his belly apron back down. "All taken care of."

Sonny smiled contentedly- then he gave off a fart, and he remembered his other pressing need. "Uh, I kind of need to go the other way too..."

The two women stared thoughtfully at the fat man. "Hmm... I bet he couldn't squat down for too long without collapsing..." said one.

"With all the growing he's done, he needs a seat," said the other.

"Don't worry," Susan said as she joined the small group. "I got something set up for you at the bakery. You can have your pudding while you're dumping."

Sonny's belly growled at the thought of dessert, which he'd been craving ever since he woke up. "Let's go, then!"

"Awwwmmmm," Sonny moaned with a mouthful of pudding. He was sitting on a seat that the women had removed the wicker center from, with pillows at his sides to keep him steady. a huge vat of chocolate pudding sat on the table in front of him, and he was currently guzzling the creamy dessert from a serving spoon and keeping his bowels flowing freely as he ate. Eating spoonful after spoonful, a churning came from inside his guts, and he pushed out a little as he swallowed one spoonful, pumping stool out of his blubbery buttocks and into a spare pot below the chair. This was, he realized, truly paradise.