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Mac stood at the door of the modestly sized house. Of course, it wasn't too long ago he was living here, and would have just walked right in, but he had moved out, and now stood patiently on the front steps waiting for someone to invite him inside.

In his chubby hands were a few hot dishes, cooked with the utmost care, and packaged in neat little insulated bags to keep them warm on the cold day.

Mac, for many reasons, loved Thanksgiving. He got to come home, visit his parents, and see all his relatives that are usually too busy or too far away for a casual visit. Most of all, made obvious by his hulking physique, was that this one the time of year where he was expected to eat as much as he possibly could.

Thanksgiving was a holiday made for a guy like him.

After what seemed like ages, the door finally opened, and his father stood in the doorway. Rather, he stood behind it, and his belly was in the doorway.

"Well if it ain't Junior!" Mac Senior said cheerfully, beaming at his son. "Come on in, no sense in freezing your ass off when we got plenty of space to sit, eh?"

With a huge hand he relieved Mac of his dishes and ushered him inside. His mom was standing at the entrance to the kitchen, towel over her shoulder and a ladle in her hand, like she just stepped out of a Thanksgiving storybook.

"Mackie!" She called sweetly, setting down her ladle, and rushing to give her taller son a hug. "Oh it seems like it has been ages since you were home last. Come in, come in, how have you been? Tell me everything that has been going on!"

"M-mom, please!" he said, as his mother ushered him into the living room and offered him a chair. "Everything has been good, its only been a few months since we last talked, not much has changed."

His mother puffed out her cheeks and tapped him on the leg. "Talked, darling. That's just it, when was the last time I got to see my sweet young man in person?" she cupped his face in her hands and moved them back and forth "Ooh I had almost forgotten what you looked like! You wouldn't want your poor old ma to forget her only son's face would you?"

"Mm, Uh hrly doot yood ferget whrt r looked lerk" he said through smushed cheeks.

She released his face and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Of course darling, but that doesn't mean you can neglect me. I don't want us ending up like those families on tv that never meet up unless its a holiday or a tragedy."

"We won't, ma. I promise." He patted her reassuringly.

She pinched his cheek. "You should be lucky I recognized you at all, look how chubby you're getting. More and more like your dad every day."

His father grinned with pride. "Well the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." he put a huge hand on his son's shoulder. "Besides, who ever heard of a skinny boar? It just ain't right."

The smoke detector going off interrupted their family moment. "Oh! Well if you want any food at all I'd best make sure I don't burn it!" Quickly, his mom got up and rushed into the kitchen, Mac and his dad following after. The kitchen was smoky, and his dad went to open a window, while Mac and his mom tried to clear the smoke so she could see into the oven. Eventually she pulled out a blackened object sitting in a tin pan.

"Oh, bother." She said. "I guess we'll only have one apple pie this year. Hopefully everyone wants the pumpkin."

"Speaking of..." Mac said. "Am I thee only one who has arrived so far?"

His mom was scraping the burn remains of the pie into the trash. "Oh, no. Your cousin Barry is in your room. We left your old computer in there after you got that new one for your place, so he's probably playing some video game or checking one of those social media sites. I have everything under control here, you can go say hello if you'd like."

Barry and Mac had been childhood friends. Their parents had lived next door to eachother until the two were in high school, and were like brothers as a result.

"Yo Barry, you in here?" Mac called as he came into the room. Instead of a vocal response, he was tackled by something huge. The two of them wrestled for a bit until Mac got loose.

"Hey man." Barry said, standing over his cousin, and offering out a hand. "S' been a while."

Barry looked nearly identical to Mac, save for the lighter hair and the fact that he was just a tad heavier, his belly poking out from his shirt. Despite his jockish look and attitude, he was also academically successful, getting into a prestigious college on a scholarship he earned from his school senior year.

Lugging the other male up, they stood face to face before bear-hugging each other.

"No kidding man." Mac laughed. "I don't think I've seen you since last Christmas. What's the deal?"

"Sorry, sorry. I took a couple semesters off from college to go travelling. It was pretty sweet." He shrugged. "But I'm back now."

"Bummer. I was hoping I'd actually get something to eat this year, but between you and my dad, I'll be lucky if I get some of the food I brought."

"Yeah, my ma told me you were going into all that culinary stuff. How is it working out for you?"

"Pretty good, pretty good." He nodded. "How 'bout you? Still gonna be a cop?"

Barry struck a pose, his eyes burning. "Hell yeah! Nothing is gonna stop me for getting on the force!"

"Except that gut a' yours." Mac said, poking his fat."

"Oh you're one to talk.

Mac imitated the same pose Barry had made. "Nobody trusts a skinny chef, but someone like me? Everyone is gonna love!"

They continued to talk for a few more hours, filling each other in on their lives between last Christmas and now.

At noon, Mac's mom hollered for them.

When they came out there, the beautiful spread of food on the table was quite opposite of his mother's dour expression. Mac Senior wasn't much better.

"What's the matter Aunt Mae?" Barry asked. "Did something happen?" Mac added.

She sighed. "There is a blizzard blowing through Connecticut, so all the flights are cancelled. Grandma and Grandpa can't make it."

"Your uncle was called into work, and so him and the rest of his family are coming up next week to visit instead. Your ma told your grandparents to come then as well."

"Thanksgiving has been moved a week, but I've made the dinner now." His mother puffed out her cheeks again. "After all this work, not a single person aside from you boys showed up! Its such a waste of good food!"

"Granted, they could have given us a bit more of a warning." Mac senior agreed. "But what is done is done."

"Good, then you can make Thanksgiving dinner next week, mister!" his mom huffed.

His father laughed. "Anyway, if you boys are hungry, everything is ready to be dished up, so help yourselves."

Hungry and eager, both Mac and Barry piled their plates high with as much as they could, even taking the plates from the empty spots just so they could fit a bit of everything in front of them.

The rest of the meal was spent eating and chatting. While Mac and Barry had filled each other and Mac's parents in on everything in their lives earlier, Mac's mother was happy to talk about what has been going on in her life while they were away.

Mac continued to load, and re-load his plate again and again, enjoying everything his mother had made. Despite the fact that it was six less people this year, the food had still gone quickly, and there was little left over.

Mac leaned back in his chair, overstuffed and content. His belly now poked out from under his shirt, and he had undone his belt and pants a while ago. Heaving himself up, he lumbered back to his bedroom and slumped onto the bed, belly up, letting out an 'oof' as he did.

Barry walked over and thumped his gut. "Dang kid. I've never seen you eat so much. Jealous that I'm bigger than you?" he joked, patting his own large stomach.

"Nah man." Mac huffed. "Just real hungry is all. I've been waiting for this day all year." groaning, he took off his shirt and pants, hoping to make some space for his stomach to expand. "Ugh, much better.

"Well, you seem... comfortable." Barry said, letting out a short laugh-snort at his cousin's relieved face.

Mac glanced at him. "Its not like you've never done the same. Besides, this is my room."

Barry shrugged, doing the same. "I don't think I've ever eaten so much in my life." He said, sitting in the desk chair and rubbing his stomach. "And just think, there is still dessert to be had."

"Don't even say that. I'm too full to start getting hungry again." Mac groaned.

"Pie Pie Pie Pie Pie!" Barry chanted. "Gotta get some Pie Pie Pie."

In spite of himself, Mac's gut began to grumble. "You asshole." He said, getting up and wandering out to the kitchen, still in his boxers.

"Oh, Mac? I thought you had gone back to your room with Barry." his mom said. "Is something the matter?"

"I was actually wondering if you've cut the pie yet?"

His father let out a grunt of amusement. "All that food and you still got room for pie? I gotta admit Junior, you're something else." He stretched, and wandered out to the living room. "Me on the other hand, I need to sit down for a bit before I can even think about eating anything else."

His mom took a pumpkin pie out of the fridge, along with a container of whipped cream. "Help yourself." She said. "I don't much feel like eating anything else either. I've been up since six cooking, all I need is a nap!" She too left the kitchen, joining her husband in the living room. Not bothering to cut it, Mac took the whole pie and covered it with whipped cream, grabbing a fork and a couple sodas before going back to his room.

Barry was playing on the computer and didn't even notice Mac come in until he tapped on the other boy's shoulder. "Hey Barry, you want any of this?"

Barry grinned. "Sure lets split it fifty fifty, if you think you can eat that much."

"I was gonna eat the whole thing, but I figured the polite thing to do was offer you some." He cut the pie down the center and scooped out his half, biting into it without a fork, and gave the other half, and the fork to his cousin.

"Do you have a black hole for a stomach?" Barry asked in amazement as Mac devoured the half-pie easily, and washed it down with a big gulp of the soda.

Mac patted his stomach, which jiggled slightly. "Nah. If I had a black hole in here, you think I'd be this fat?" He let out a chuckle. "Besides, it wouldn't be any good if I had a black hole in here, cause then I'd be eating all my own food instead of serving it to my customers."

"That's what self control is for, dude." Barry said, finishing his own pie.

Mac laid back on his bed. "You're just jealous cause I'm bigger than you.

"No chance." Barry said, walking over to the bed and hoisting his cousin to his feet. "I'm way bigger than you are!"

Mac pressed his gut into Barry's. "Wanna bet, skinny?"

"Oh, you are going down!" Barry said, tackling the other boy to the ground. "I forgot to mention, while I was travelling, I learned some neat tricks for taking down perps while I'm on duty. Lets see you do any of that in chef school!"

Mac, in spite of his overstuffed stomach, countered a few of the moves easily. "The world of cooking is a cutthroat business. I wouldn't have a chance if I didn't fight as well as I cooked!"

"Oh yeah because smackdowns always erupt while you fry some eggs!" Barry grunted, putting Mac into another hold.

"You'd be surprised."

Eventually the two were worn out, and separated, sitting on the floor and out of breath.

"You ever broke someone's arm while you were cooking?" Barry panted.

"No but I did mess up someone's knee while I made those casseroles I brought today. In fairness, he was asking for it."

"Oh?"

Mac pounded his fist into his opposite hand. "Yeah, the asshole stole my butter and my cutting board. I had to mess him up a little."

Barry whistled. "Dang, I hope I never have to detain a chef."

"I'd be surprised if you didn't." Mac said.

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Mac and Barry both ended up staying overnight. They stayed up talking and horsing around most of the night, but eventually fell asleep.

"Hey, Mac, wake up. Its like, noon." Barry said, shoving his cousin. "Come on man you can't sleep all day. Your gut was growlin so loud it woke me up."

Mac grunted, and sat up. Sure enough, his stomach was rumbling, and was also much larger than it was last night.

"That whole meal must've went straight to your stomach, man." Barry said, poking the somewhat fuzzy ball of fat curiously.

"Oh you're one to talk." Mac said, nodding at Barry's considerably larger physique.

Before they could continue, Mac's gut rumbled again, and the now considerably fatter boar got out of bed. His gut was still firm, and combined with his larger arms and legs gave him him a stocky, strong look. Not bothering with pants or a shirt, he made his way out to the kitchen where his mom was already up.

"Good afternoon Mackie." She said cheerfully, giving him a hug. "I would have woken you up sooner, but you looked so happy sleeping I just could't bring myself to disturb you. I hope that's alright."

"Its fine mom. I was starting to get hungry, so I figured I ought to get moving."

"Oh, are you going back to your dorm?" She asked, sounding a bit saddened.

Mac shook his head. "I don't have classes until Monday, so I figured I'd stay here today and Saturday, then go home on Sunday." He laughed nervously. "To be honest, I missed being home and having a proper meal with family."

His mom beamed. "Oh, I'm not surprised. Nothing beats a home cooked meal made by a loving mother."

"Its way less expensive as well." He said half-seriously.

"Well don't you worry, you'll get your money's worth here darling. Mom's diner can't be beat!" SHe hummed a little tune as she did the dishes. "I didn't have anthing planned for lunch, so go ahead and help yourself. There is plenty here for you to eat." She gave him another hug.

"You sure have been huggy lately." He noted.

His mom smiled. "Its this gosh darn empty nest syndrome. I miss having kids around. Not that I don't like spending time alone with your father, but it so much quieter since you moved out." She leaned back against the counter. "I guess that is why I was looking forward to Thanksgiving this year. All the hustle and bustle of family really livens this place up. I just never noticed until you moved out."

"I guess this means I'll have to visit more often then? Hopefully you won't get too tired of me."

She laughed. "I could never get tired of you, sweetheart." She patted his shoulder. "Now go get something to eat. Your stomach growling is making this heartwarming conversation very hard to take seriously."