Sonny was enjoying a Mexican feast the next day, set out on trays that were brought within his reach for him to finish one at a time. Arms sliding against his side flab, he took hold of dozens of burritos, tacos, chimichangas, and flautas, along with hundreds of nachos, and stuffed them into his mouth. Enough food to feed multiple families passed down his throat and into his huge vat-like stomach.

When he was finished, Sonny brought his fat fingers to his face and licked off the mess, greedily sucking up whatever traces of the food had gotten on his hands. Sighing, he reached out and rubbed as far down his side as he could reach. "I'mmm... so full..."

"Yes you are," Kate chirped, massaging his stuffed gut.

"Seeing him satisfied is a marvelous thing," one woman watching the display commented to another.

The other woman nodded. "He's like an expanding mountain range. It's breathtaking."

"So... does that mean you're too full for dessert?" Susan asked playfully.

"Uh?" Sonny gurgled, glazed eyes opening a little further. His huge body sloshed faintly as he just barely raised his torso up. "Wha? Naw... no, I gotta have dessert." His massive paunch rippled, growling deeply. "Dessert's gotta... be had. Uhhhh..." he started to drool down his chins. He craved more to eat, especially something sweet. "Susan I... gotta..."

"All right, all right, calm down, supersize!" Susan laughed, grabbing a whole handful of ass fat and squeezing. She stroked Sonny's cheek with her other hand. "We've got a whole other spread of desserts ready for your pleasure. Let's just get you up, and we'll meet up with those sweets!" Waving her hands, Susan directed three other women to join her. The four women took Sonny's arms, two of them grabbing one arm each; drifting in front of him and stretching his arms out, they pulled with all their might. Sonny put his bloated feet flat on the ground, and he slowly rose up from his chair. His enormous bottom bounced as it sagged down onto his thighs, making his skin jiggle.

Just as he was about to head out, Sonny felt his intestines squirm. A bubbling sound, which everyone could hear, traveled through him, and it culminated at his anus as he gave off a tremendous fart. It ripped and squealed, coming out for ten whole seconds before it was finished. It didn't smell the best, either; some of the women cringed. Sonny turned his head around, though his multiple chins made this difficult; he could still see his ass, though, because it stuck out so far behind him. "Sorry."

Kate stroked his left boob. "What can you do? It's just natural." She grabbed his doughy left arm as Susan took his right arm. "Come on, let's go!"

Sonny waddled slowly through the sandy street, letting his two attendants assist him in balancing. His vast belly churned from left to right in the front, while his butt cheeks bounced up and down behind him. The expansive buttocks parted and rippled as Sonny farted again. "Whew!" Susan exclaimed, waving her hand in front of her nose. "I'd ask you what you ate, Sonny, but I already know!"

"Hrrnnnf," Sonny huffed, peering at his belly as it stretched before him. "Must... the beans..."

"Yeah," Susan agreed. "Like Kate said, it can't be helped."

Halfway to the bakery, Sonny's legs were slowing down; he couldn't heave himself forward even as slowly as he'd started out. He stopped, his belly stretching as it continued to travel forward for half a second; it bounced backward and wobbled. Kate and Susan massaged his log-sized love handles as he stood and rested, during which time he farted again.

By the time they arrived at the bakery, Sonny was sweating, which had become common lately. His body just couldn't handle the demands of moving longer distances, not when there was so much of him to move. As he entered, he passed some gas, and the bakery women wrinkled their noses; they turned away in surprise at the powerful stench. "Yeesh, somebody's a gasbag today!" one of them remarked.

Sonny didn't pay attention to the comments; in the middle of the bakery was a large table loaded with at least twenty different cakes. "Yessss..." he mumbled as he shuffled across the room. Farting again as he reached the table, he let his wet tongue loll out as he hefted himself another step forward- except his belly collided with the table, making the cakes shudder. His lower gut was pressed into the table, blubber creeping onto the table top, but his arms were still a foot away from his goal. Crazy to get at the cakes, Sonny shoved forward, actually pushing the table along for a few seconds before he stopped and started panting from exhaustion.

"Hold on, Sonny, hold on!" one of the women said. They carried forward one of his chairs. These days Sonny sat on chairs that were basically couches. Placing it directly behind him, five women grabbed his fatness at different places and gently eased him down into the seat; the edges of his bottom flopped off the back and the sides. The women then pushed the table forward until it was right before him. His belly hung inches from the ground, and while he was sitting, it spread out in front of him under the table, making him quite capable of reaching the delicious cakes.

As he sunk his face into a chocolate mousse cake, he farted again. "Yech," one black-haired girl grimaced, "I think he could kill flowers with these stink bombs."

"Aww, it's not so bad," Kate asserted, slinking around behind Sonny as he gorged. Squatting down, she turned her head sideways and laid it down on top of his ass; his buttocks stuck out so far they fully cushioned her head. "It's not a bad price for that lunch you had, right Sonny?"

"Ummfm-hmfmfmf," Sonny huffed through a full mouth. "Naw," he said when he'd swallowed the cake. He farted again; Kate's head rose a few inches as his buttocks flexed.