"Let's eat those burritos! Like you said, we gotta get fat if we want better farts," you say to Matt with a smile.
"Yeah, good idea!" Matt says, putting his arm around you and leading you toward the fridge.
He opens it up and starts to pull out tons of burritos while you go preheat the oven. You pop a few in the microwave so you guys can eat while the others cook in the oven, farting loudly as you both wander around the kitchen. Soon the whole room stinks horribly but you two just inhale and smile. You have to admit, this is both fun and kind of a turn on. Maybe it was the potion, sure, but you were getting a bit of a semi in your pants from this.
"So, uh," you say, trying to distract yourself. "How fat do you want to get?"
Matt looks at you as he sets the microwave, "Oh, huge. Real huge. You gotta be really fat to get them good farts."
"Really?" you ask.
"Hell yeah! I gotta get my ass huge so it can really blast! I'm gonna be at least 600 pounds," he says, his hand lightly grazing his crotch as he does but he turns away quickly.
You watch him and feel yourself stirring as well, "Wow... uh... t-that'd be ho-, er, cool!"
"Yeah, it... it would. My farts might shake the r-room!" he says, clearly going red.
"Do you have any way to get that big?" you ask, looking at the microwave while burritos cook.
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