As Sonny continued to eat away his days on the island, he grew even more slothful. His uninhibited gluttony was the only thing that drove him to any kind of action; all he wanted was to stuff his belly full of delicious food, and to avoid exerting himself at all. He loved how comfortable it was to sit still, his immense body spreading heavily around him. He kept himself from any kind of work except putting food in his mouth.

Sonny chugged down an immense pitcher filled with vanilla milkshake at lunch one day, then dug his spoon back into a vat of Lo Mein noodles that two of the women were holding in front of him. Slurping up swaths of the noodles with each gulp, Sonny finished the pot and belched. "So good..." he mumbled. He felt his belly resting on the couch between his spread legs, and drooping sloppily off the front of the cushion into the air. Sweat glistened around his folds of fat; it was dripping out from under his breasts. Sonny just sat, enjoying how heavy and hard to move he had become- it just let him be even lazier.

A woman with blond hair gently wiped away some of his sweat. "Guess it's hot with all that blubber, huh?" she asked cheerfully.

"It's... cozy," he gurgled, drool trickling out of his mouth.

Sonny so completely enjoyed being lazy and comfortable that he'd stopped putting forth the small effort of controlling his body's various 'emissions.' He could wipe away his sweat, or suck up the saliva that collected in his mouth, or blow his nose when it ran... but that was work, and Sonny had stopped doing work.

"Do you want strawberry for your next milkshake?" Kate asked.

Sonny belched. "URP!! Yeah... baby..." he panted; the excitement he felt from thinking about more food sometimes got him worked up, especially in the island heat. Sweat was streaking down his back, and another woman began to wipe it off. Kate handed Sonny another pitcher, this one filled with strawberry milkshake; Sonny began to guzzle it down, flabby cheeks flexing as he chugged it down. Then he began to pee.

Sonny's bodily relaxation had taken his already considerable use of the island's liberal excretory policies to a new extreme. The morbidly obese man hadn't had to really control his bladder or bowels in too long, and as he mentally relaxed everything else, his already weakened ability to 'hold it in' vanished completely. Sonny was now incontinent; when he built up enough fluid or solid waste inside of him, it was released automatically. He didn't care. It meant he no longer had to think about going to the bathroom.

So Sonny pissed himself halfway through his shake, and he continued to urinate as he chugged the rest of it down. "URP!" Sonny belched upon finishing, and patted his gut. He finished peeing a few seconds later. He looked toward Susan and smiled dumbly. "I.... urfn... got... I'm wet..." he muttered.

"Really?" she asked, somewhat amused. "Oh, Sonny, what are we going to do with you? Are you sure you can't hold it any more?"

"Nope," the bloblike man murmured. His tongue lolled out of his mouth. "Got some... donuts?"

Susan laughed. She stepped in front of him and poked his middle belly roll. "Does that belly of yours want some donuts?"

"Oh yep..." he huffed. There were some low rippling noises from behind him, and Sonny's eyelids drooped down slightly. "Umf, donuts... such... oh," he gurgled, drool pouring down his chins.

Sonny had been pooping for about a minute now, and it wasn't until Kate saw the dark brown oozing from between his buttocks that anyone realized it. The women had to spread his butt cheeks apart so this poop, which was particularly big and thick, could squirt slowly onto the chair and the ground behind it. Through it all, Sonny stuffed dozens of donuts in his mouth, happy to concentrate on stuffing his face; his bathroom issues now took care of themselves. When he started to pee again halfway through a chocolate silk pie, he smiled even wider as the pieces slid through his drooling lips.