John grabbed his gut and closed his eyes. His gut was killing him!
"Something wrong," asked Ted.
"Yeah. My gut is BBBUUUUUURRRRRPPP killing me! Plus I'm sooo bloated BBBUUURRRRPPPP now."
"Hmm...Never happened before."
John began to get fatter and fatter again. The bench he was sitting on was disappearing underneath his gigantic butt and Ted heard the metal legs groaning under the weight. John was smiling though. He looked like he was enjoying it all.
"You ok man," asked Ted staring at the man who was in pain one moment and ecstasy the next.
"Yeah...Fine. BBBBUUUUUUUUURRRRPPPPP!!!!"
John kept getting fatter and soon the bench had broken and he had fallen onto the floor jiggling. John leaned forward, clenched his fists, squished up his face and let loose a room shaking fart. [PPPPPPFFFFFFFRRRRBBBBFFFFRRRTTTTT!!!!!!] John just kept growing until his weight had doubled to 1000 lbs. and his gas was so explosive that even small farts and burps from John caused the room to shake violently. [PPPPFFFFFFFFFRRTTTTT!!] [PPPFFFFFRRRTTTT!!] [PPPPPPFFFFFFRTTTTTT!!] [BBUUUUUURRRRPPPPP!!]
"Ahhh...I feel great."
"You look huge man!," shouted Ted running over to massage the giant man in his shop.
What do they do now?