There was a loud, echoing burp that emanated from the model on the other team. He grinned and his two friends sat back in their chairs rubbing at their guts and letting out their own gas as they groaned. They knew they had won even as Jake tried to eat one last piece of pie. His arm fell and the fork clattered onto the plate as he slumped in his chair. His newfound hunger was finally gone and he didn't want another bite.

Dave and Trent had given in too, slumped in their seats and groaning. The boys had lost to these huge guys and had never stood a chance. They were clearly pros and the boys had barely been fat for that long. The model's team grunted as they pushed themselves up from their seats. Their bellies all pushed out far and full, but they all seemed happy. Though they were happy since they had gotten full bellies and three guys to have as they pleased. They adjusted their sweats and beaters while belching deeply and stinking the room up with thick farts from their huge asses as they waddled to the boys.

"Come on, you're coming home with us," the model said.

"Can we... at least... know who you... are?" Jake panted.