The days all ran together on the island, with no meaningful way of telling the passage of time. About a week later, Sonny was having lunch of typical gut-busting proportions, wolfing down two full pans of lasagna and two loaves of garlic bread. One of the women serving him came out. "And we have some spaghetti, too."

Sonny was eager to eat more. "Hell yeah, dish it all up," he insisted, "you ladies got any more garlic bread? URRRP!!!"

Another loaf was swiftly brought out, and Sonny devoured slices of it while he waited for the spaghetti. Susan laughed. "Somebody's hungry."

A large pot of spaghetti was set in front of Sonny, who guzzled it rapidly down his cavernous gullet. "I never stop thinking about what I could be eating," he burbled, "I always want to be getting food... I can always have more." He belched loudly and dove back into the pasta.

Susan smiled, reaching over to ripple his wide, flowing belly. "Well Sonny, we can always make sure that you have more..." she purred, with a sexy edge to her voice.

"Ohhh yes...." Sonny murmured, packing his gut with the mouthwatering pasta.

When he was finished, he settled back, making his entire body jiggle. Susan and the serving woman took his hands as he weakly raised them, and together they tugged him to his feet. Swinging himself to the right, Sonny plodded out of the shop, rippling belly leading his way.

Even after such a feast, Sonny only thought about eating, and eating one thing in particular. "I can't believe it took you so long to get donuts," he said, his blubber quivering as he waddled down the street.

"We try," Susan said. Falling behind a little, she watched his ballooning ass tremble and shift every time he took a step.

Of course, he didn't hurry for very long; Sonny was soon breathing heavily, each step of his waddle a slow one as he felt more tired with every step. They were within sight of the donut parlor when he drifted to a stop, his flab quivering at the change in motion. "I gotta pee," he gulped, trying to spread his legs apart.

"Easy, big guy," Susan said, reaching under his belly apron and grunting herself as she struggled to lift it. The angle was awkward given the weight. Fortunately, another woman was passing by, and she took the other side of the belly; together, they kept it raised as Sonny urinated. Not bothering to dab the drips, The two women let the drooping gut plop back to its previous depth; Sonny didn't really notice. He was already rolling forward, rubbing his paunch and drooling at the smell of donuts.

Susan caught him inside, eating from a broad tray holding over a dozen fresh donuts. His chubby cheeks bulged with the food as he chewed, chins swaying. When he finished one donut in one hand, he would grab another, working his way methodically through the batch. This changed, however, when instead of filling it with another donut, he stretched a free hand forward, and down, straightening his flabby arm as much as he could and even bending forward a little. He huffed and strained for a few seconds, then moved his hand back to grabbing donuts. "Susan," he pleaded as he took big bites, "I've got an itch. It's..."

"It's past your reach, right?" she asked. He nodded sheepishly. "Okay- keep still, Sonny, I'll get it." Susan crouched and began to scratch the bottom of his lowest roll of fat, going across the skin with her nails and hearing him tell her how close or far she was while chowing down on donuts. It took her a fair bit of searching, racing her hand over fluid, wobbling skin, but finally she hit the spot, because he moaned and let out a little fart of relief.

As she was close to him to scratch him, she caught a whiff of unpleasant odor- ripe, rank, pungent. It came from around his belly, back, and bottom. She took a roll of flab in each hand and gently pulled them apart; the smell of the skin between them made her draw back. "Yikes, Sonny, have you been bathing every day?"

Sonny twitched, shaking his stomach. "Mostly."

Susan smelled the blubbery skin again. "I think you're not reaching all the skin between your folds. How about I help wash you from now on, okay?"

"Sounds good," Sonny said. He was starting to sway a little on his feet, slumping just a bit...

"Hold on, supersize," she remarked, wrapping a hand under his arms and drawing him up as much as she could. Squeezing into his tubby sides, she directed him to a nearby chair, where she gently lowered him down. The chair shuddered a little as he pressed himself into it. "I should have noticed you were on your feet so long, Sonny. You've got to point these things out, okay?"

"Sure," he muttered, stuffing a donut past his lips.

"I'll just get you a few more donuts," Susan cooed, bustling off.

Sonny's belly gurgled. "Sounds good..."