Juan's truck only had one bench seat, and with Miguel's car in the shop and Antonio's car not present, they had to cram in, Miguel taking the center despite his weight for balancing purposes.
"Mano, you still smell like your beans! How will Juan be able to pick up someone with your stench on him like this?"
Miguel had tried to put on deodorant before leaving, but he couldn't find it. However, at the mention of his beans, combined with the lingering strong scent of beans surrounding him, he pulled out a container of left-over beans, and began eating them. The scent quickly combined with the beans, permeating the cramped and dank cabin, filled with man-sweat, and without realizing, all three men began growing a bit bigger.
"He just needs to find a man into beans as much as I am-" urrrrrrppp
"Did you just say I need to find a-" Juan's statement was disrupted by an even louder, smellier fart than the belch Miguel just unleashed. Between that, and the beans blending with Miguel's prior bean stench, Antonio wanted to recoil in disgust at the smells circulating throughout the tiny cabin. However, with the magic of the candle still lingering, he was unaware as pounds and pounds of flesh rushed onto his frame, his mind shifting as he, like Miguel and Juan, loved beans and other highly caloric foods.
"Yea, you need to find a man who will treat you right. Not one of those skinny gringos, a nice big Mexican like one of us," Antonio said, caressing his belly which was still actively expanding, much softer than Miguel's rotund gut that clearly came from a hard day's work. His shirt, refraining from bursting off, morphed into a tank top, his pits growing very hairy. Just like Miguel, he now had a strong natural musk to him, and had to weigh at least 350 pounds with how his stomach was bursting out, his moobs flopping on his chest. He barely had any room to move between Miguel and the door, and his dick couldn't help but grow bigger at the sensation.
Juan, on the other hand, was still undeniably fat, but his body looked like it inherited hard work even more than Miguel's did after he quit to work on his rap career. As the truck they were in shifted to be a much nicer truck, Miguel's natural stench combining with the beans to fix reality to explain why all three of them were these obese giants, Juan said, "too many Latino men are scared of turning into their fathers to date us, though surprisingly, some will take my money and end up porking up anyways."
He turned into the lot of the restaurant they were driving to, and the three corpulent men began waddling inside.