Sonny slept soundly in his king sized bed that night, like he did every night. The mattress was incredibly soft, yet sturdy enough to hold all of his weight without sagging. The sheets were silk and slid like a breeze over his skin. He slept propped up on fluffy, cottony pillows, inclined at a comfortable angle with the sheets swaddling his bloated body. He snored gently, a side effect of his massive weight gain.

Suddenly, Sonny was aware of something touching him all over, putting gentle, traveling pressure over his vast spread of skin. It wasn't painful, or uncomfortable, but it was enough to wake him up: he stopped snoring and raised his head, peering through the darkness. "Buh?" he mumbled blearily.

"Hey there, big man," a female voice whispered huskily just beside him.

Glancing down his body, Sonny saw a curvy body pressed into his. Her arm was draped across his upper belly, and she had actually hoisted herself up onto and around his wider lower belly, pressing her crotch into the side of the spreading roll that covered most of his lap. A face framed by dark hair rose up close to his, eyes twinkling in the darkness. "Uh... hi," he said, voice dense from the press of his chins.

"I hope you're not too upset," the woman whispered, moving her stretched arm toward the center of his gut. "We've all agreed not to disturb you when you sleep. But I was watching you today... I saw you walking through the shops, with a burrito in each hand, just strutting. I saw the way all this... mmmmmmm all this blubber was just rolling and swinging and rippling. It made me so hot. I just had to touch it... I just had to cuddle it, Sonny; I wanted your fatness to swallow me up. Can I stay, for a while?" She feathered her lips against his, then breathed against his chins, which had grown a permanent layer of stubble. She swirled her fingers over his belly, traced her fingernails through his fat rolls. "I promise I won't be too distracting- and I'll be gone by morning, I swear. Please?"

Sonny was purring a little; her body against his was starting to feel really nice. "Sure... just don't keep me from sleeping..." he mumbled, settling back into his warm patch in the mattress.

"No problem, supersize," she replied in a whisper. He relaxed again, and she continued to move herself very gently over his body. She rubbed her slender abdomen against his soft flank; she extended her legs gently onto his pillowy thigh.

Sonny began to moan with arousal as she cuddled him, his dick rising and stiffening beneath the curtain of his gut. Humming and moaning, he twisted a bit towards her, his mouth working languidly as he turned his head her way.

"Awww, someone else wants to cuddle," the woman said softly, stroking his short hair, which had grown out some since he'd arrived on the island. She played her finger over his lips, and he sucked on her fingertip briefly. She giggled. "You look kind of like a big baby from here," she remarked. She withdrew both hands to her own body, and Sonny heard the very soft swish of fabric against skin. Glancing up, he saw her bare breasts bounce in the dim light. "Does baby want some milk from mama?"

She pressed herself back against him, and Sonny was quick to take her breast in his mouth when she offered it. He avoided using his teeth, instead just sucking and smacking around her nipple, which soon grew stiff and hard. With a moan of her own, the woman continued to slowly grind against his side, moving her hand back and forth over his fat belly; the belly itself was swaying and shifting in response to her hand, like the surface of a pond blowing in a breeze.

Each time she shifted her hand toward his groin, she piled more of the fat in his abdomen on top of his erect penis, pressing against it and putting pressure on it. Sucking on the woman's tit also drove more blood into his rod, and Sonny could feel the pressure building. The woman dangled her breasts lusciously across his face, letting him lap at and feel the full extent of her bosom; at the same instant, she dragged her hand toward the foot of the bed, sending a bulge of his shifting belly fat pounding against his cock like breaking surf. It sent him surging: Sonny moaned with pleasure as his penis erupted, cumming hard right into his overhanging apron. Sonny could feel his cum spread and soak against his folded skin, coating the pale, sweaty flesh with his man-juice.

The woman could smell it. "Mmmm, yeah, you liked that, didn't you Sonny?" she cooed, tweaking him on his own flabby breasts. "Just stay put... I'll clean you off," she said, rising and heading for the bathroom.

Being brought to climax took more energy than Sonny had been prepared to expend; feeling the cum grow sticky under his flab, he couldn't make himself stay awake, and by the time the woman returned, he was snoring again. Smiling, she gently drew back the sheets and lifted his belly, wiping at the skin beneath it before resuming her place at his side...