As the meal progresses you can barely take your eyes off the group of men at the table and the way they eat. You've seen some big eaters around your house and around your Dad, but these guys blow everyone you thought ate big out of the water. Even your brother Mike is just shoveling it in like never before. These guys sure do know how to eat and they're not picky.. or have the best manners. Many of the guys are shoveling things into their mouths and allowing some crumbs and extra to fall outward onto their bellies. The big Italian at the head of the table's wife beater is showing signs that he's been eating the massive pile of ribs. Meanwhile there's almost a choir of grunts and burps and chewing noises as the guys continue to devour the food in front of them.
After 20 minutes you expected most of them to slow down, but only the 'slim' guy next to you has started to slow down his pace. Still they reaches for more and more food as their bellies swell larger with every mouthful.
After 40 minutes most guys are slowing down and the chef, a pot bellied fresh out of college chef replaces some of the dirty plates while the guys give words of praise with their mouths full of food. You also begin to notice that some of the guys are swelling a bit more than usual. You've seen guys swell up and get bloated from big meals. You've seen your Dad down 10 pounds of food in a single sitting, but some of these guys look like they're slowly expanding in front of you.
"Mike.." you whisper.
"Yeah, squirt?" Mike says with his mouth full of food he's chewing. He's been reduced down to a crawl.
"Have you noticed something strange?" you whisper looking over at the oversized Italian who's stained cover shirt is rising higher and higher on his belly.
"Like what?" Mike asks swallowing some food.
"A lot of these guys are growing fatter right before our eyes," you say a little louder.
"That's nonsense, (insert your name here)," Mike dismisses," You can't grow fatter instantly."
"Actually, you....mmmrppph.. *URP*!" says the 'slim guy' next to you as he rubs his bloated gut which looks even bigger now then ten minutes ago.
"What?" both you and your brother exclaim.
"Hey, Rich!" the 'slim' guy calls out to the oversized Italian at the head of the table," These newbies don't know about our sponsor."
"Sponsor?" Mike echoes.
“Yeah, we got a sponsor from a new local shop,” Rich answers after finishing his mouthful of roast beef,” They’re really paying off. You’re bound to put on some major pounds here.”
“Who’s the sponsor?” you ask with a little sick feeling in your stomach.

Who’s the sponsor?