"Hey, what can I say," Uncle Brent said blushing and gave his bigger belly a quick rub," I guess the guys I hang out with have been rubbing off on me."
"Sounds like you've been running with the big dogs," Dave said and shuffled into the warm house.
"Hey Brent, is that Dave?" came the holler of a man Dave had never heard before.
"Yeah, come meet him Carl," Brent invited the mysterious man.
Dave could barely believe the size of man who walked into the hallway from the living room. This Carl guy made Brent look like an anorexic teenage girl. The man was massive. His thick shoulders and wide hips brushed against the door from as he walked into the room. Carl was clearly a blue collar worker, wearing a massive t-shirt big enough to fit a queen sized bed along with a flannel vest and a pair of massive blue jeans. His big white shirt was tight against his body and a little used. Dave could see the light outline of rough black hair under his shirt and could tell that Carl was a little sloppy when he was eating because of the faded stains on the shirt.
"Nice to meet you," Carl said taking a couple of steps close, the floor ever so slightly trembling under his weight while his thick thighs rubbed against each other.
It took a few spilt seconds for Dave to take all of Carl in and finally said," Same."
Dave extended his hand and it was taken by the strong padded paw of Carl, followed by Carl pulling him closer for a hug.
"Your Uncle told me a lot about you," Carl said with a grin," It's like we're already family. He didn't tell me you were so thin."
"Happens when you're on your own in a big world I guess," Dave said blushing. The rouged smell of Carl was a mix of after shave, deodorant, B.O, and a little beer from his breath. It was almost intoxicating.
"Well you're home with friends and family now," Carl said and puffed up his gut a bit," I'm sure we can help you pack some meat on those bones of yours."
"Who's hungry?" Brent asked with a grin.
"Me, for sure," Carl announced," How about you Dave, you hungry after that trip?"
"Yeah, of course," Dave nodded realizing he hadn't eaten since that afternoon.
"Great, dinner is ready," Brent said and lead the two to the kitchen.
Dave watched as Carl slowly lowered himself down on the metal chair that disappeared behind his thick wide frame.

What does Dave find out during the meal?