The potion called for pig lard, nitric oxide, theobromine, and a piece of food looked over by the intended target. He could obtain the pig lard easy enough off of some fatty pork. Reggie's journey became even easier as his research found that the other ingredients were found in sex-drive enhancers for males... Now, for the tricky part:
Reggie set up a feast, using the holiday season as an excuse for a small get together. Friends passed through, they played games and movies, but Reggie had full focus on Steve. Plate-after-plate Steve ate, until finally Steve picked up a pig in a blanket and sighed as he put it back down. Reggie quickly moved, offering to clear it out for him, tossing the item into a napkin and hiding it in his pocket. For the rest of the night, Steve chased shots of vodka with beer, completely lost in the camaraderie.
Now to broil the potion! He strained the mix, cutting out the thicker sections of lard. Knowing the bitterness of some of the ingredients, & the inevitable hangover Steve would be suffering, Reggie decided he'd add the potion to some some strong coffee. Letting it cool a bit, he brought a cup to his vaguely zombified friend who was now sitting up on the couch.
"Thanks, man..." Steve trailed, before burying himself in the caffeinated concoction.
"No problem," Reggie stumbled out as he faked his own hangover, soaking in the kick-off into this journey.
"What's in this man? Did you drain some bacon grease in here or something?" Steve mumbled.
"Oh, man... it must be leftover in your mouth from those pigs in a blanket!"
"Uuuugh. Well... maybe we should pick up some breakfast to wash it all away then..." Steve managed before gulping down the rest of the lukewarm concoction, hastily.
"I knew this morning would be pretty sluggish after last night's shenanigans, so I had a mise en place for a breakfast feast... It's all done, except for the toast... Go have at it... I've just got to hit up the restroom first"
Steve headed to the table where he saw a mountain of eggs, covered in shredded bacon, some deboned pork chops, hash brown, and a loaf of bread by the toaster. Reggie headed to the bathroom, grabbing a candle and taking out a slip of paper.
"All that's left is the code word," he trailed in a whisper.
"I burn this paper, and it's all set."
He set the piece of paper circling the wick, lighter ready...
So what did the paper say?
What will be the code word to set off the euphoric, if not erotic, feeding sessions?