Lars grabbed Otto and moves his hand towards his back. He hooked the back off his drawers with his finger, then pulled it back, revealing his backside. Otto struggled even harder in Lars grips, but it was for not. He lets go, and Otto falls, right into his pants. He removed his finger, his pants shutting with a snap.
"How y'like that?" Lars taunted. Otto tried his hardest to punch and push against Lars' backside.
"Cut it out?!" Otto tried to shout. Unfortunately, even if Lars could here him, it wouldn't matter. He hears a foreboding rumbling, and a chill runs up his spine in response. His struggles are answered with a nasty fart. He coughed and groaned at the stench.
"How's that, 'Ottomatic'?" He continued farting on him. Unfortunately, he went on with it a little too long. As he continued, the powder started to wear off. He grew, filling out his shorts, forcing him up against his butt. "Well, that's mildly inconvenient..."
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