The next morning, Sonny was sleeping, snoring loudly as he did so. His enormous body took up a great part of the bed, so much so that he basically slept in the middle of the mattress, his upper body propped up and cushioned by a mountain of soft pillows. He had to sleep with his upper half raised slightly; when he laid flat on his back, all his fat made it very hard for him to breathe. His head and back were sunken into pillows, some of which were piled on top of his protruding butt cheeks. His belly spread across the mattress in front of him, swelling out from between his legs to a mere foot from the edge of the bed at its farthest, widest point. It took all of the sheets to cover his huge stomach; most of his upper chest was bare, his boobs hanging out from the sheets and spilling down his sides.

Sonny's hunger woke him up at almost the same time every morning; he floated up into consciousness when his belly began to shake from growling. Opening his eyes, he saw Susan wander into the room. "Rise and shine, handsome," she cooed.

"Good... morn'n," he muttered, yawning widely and scratching around where his breasts moved apart. He reached forward to scratch his belly, but the itch was much too far down his paunch for him to get at.

"I'll get that," said an unfamiliar voice. A woman with Southeast Asian features appeared in the doorway beside Susan. She was wearing a soft white bikini; she had very large breasts and curvy hips. Her black hair was cut short and sharp. Stepping softly across the carpet of the bedroom, she pulled back the sheets on the belly and began to run her nails across the lower left swath. When she hit the right spot, Sonny moaned, and she scratched harder, making him grunt multiple times until he sighed happily. She gave the massive bulging gut a pat, which made it quiver like Jello, then stepped back.

"Sonny, this is Kate," Susan said, motioning toward the woman. "She's going to be helping me handle you." Susan laughed. "You've become more man than one woman can handle!"

"Hi," Sonny said, flicking his arm slothfully at Kate.

Kate licked her lips. "I'm really looking forward to spending time with you, Sonny," she said, her dark eyes examining his huge body in greater detail. "I've been watching you as you've grown... it intoxicates me to see your huge, flabby fatness."

"Mmmm," Sonny hummed, glad to have an extra hand; Susan hadn't been able to get him ready to pee or dump in time for the past few days, and she was really taking a long time to wash him lately too. "Gotta up."

"That means he needs to poop, or tinkle," Susan explained. "Come on, help me get him out of bed."

Susan stretched her arms and took up as much of Sonny's belly as she could embrace; she didn't make it around at the widest point, but she was able to embrace enough of the heaving spread farther up. She began to swing back and forth, and Sonny's paunch moved with her, fat rolls sloshing and bubbling as they surged from side to side. Standing up on the mattress, Kate slid her arms beneath his upper flab and breasts and twisted hard. She couldn't move him far, but with his heavy belly rocking back and forth she did pivot him a bit to the side. Susan swung faster and faster, Sonny's fat rolling beneath his skin like waves on the ocean. Then, she swung hard to the right; Kate practically rammed herself into him as she twisted; even Sonny shifted left and then right on his pillowy bottom. It was enough: Sonny shifted hard to the right, his belly flopping over the edge of the mattress and his feet dangling into space. Kate pushed him hard from behind, her hands sinking deep into his back fat before finding solid surface. Slowly sliding him forward, it got easier as more of Sonny's gut spilled over the side of the mattress. Finally, his entire lower fat roll oozed off the bed with a plopping noise; his mass shifting forward, Sonny was bucked off of his ass and dropped to the floor on his feet, the walls of the cabin shuddering as he landed. He waddled forward a few steps to get the rest of his bottom off the mattress.

"Come on, supersize, to the pot," Susan said, sinking a hand into his back and guiding him toward the bathroom. She pressed him back onto the toilet just in time: going back to the bedroom while Sonny defecated, Susan noticed dark brown streaks smeared onto the sheets where his bottom had slid.

When he was finished with his business, Susan and Kate helped him up off the toilet, then guided him through the wide glass door into his shower. There, he sat on a high stool while they washed him, standing up briefly so they could use the stool to hold up his belly and get at his penis and also clean the underside of his gut.