Rocket's months-long binge continues as he sees all the vast amount of food put on display for Thanksgiving, ready to stuff himself into the biggest butterball turkey of the season. See how big Christmas will get him on Big Stories. "Bahaha! One butterball stealin' another, I can't believe this worked!" Rocket chortled. "Just- huff- gotta- hrk- get this bad boy… whew… somewhere safe to eat!" He wheezed, huffing as he waddled away with a turkey as big as his own belly. The alien raccoon had stuffed himself as much as any Thanksgiving Turkey, and his angrily growling belly demanded more. The effects, by this point, were jaw-dropping- he had trundled into morbid obesity, his round, billowing tank of a gut close to dragging on the ground as his fat-swaddled legs as big as hamhocks kicked up against it, making it bounce with each waddling step. Every part of him was puffed up and inflated, round and soft. His doughy chest wobbled against his multiple chins, and his lard-swaddled arms jiggled as he hoisted the turkey aloft. Finally, he reached a nook wide enough for him to squeeze in, along with his prize. Tearing off a turkey leg as big as his head, he greedily tore into the meat, rubbing the upmost curve of his belly. "Oh boy- this- hrrp! Is the life. I ain't ever leaving Earth! Especially not before Christmas…"