"Mr. Hartmuskel? I'm Cal, Callisthene Manotis, Ms. Wonka's EA, and she's expecting you. I'll take you up to the conference room," said the young guy in his 20s, well dressed in a tailored three-piece chalkstripe navy blue suit. It wasn't the suit so much that grabbed Erick's attention though, as the man which it was covering. Cal was absolutely mammoth - standing at the door, his 6' 3" frame seemed to fill the doorway! His massive broad shoulders were touching the frame on both sides, Erick was sure, and the body below was equally BIG.
Cal held out his hand to shake, and Erick took it, his own not-insignificant hand seemingly vanishing into Cal's massive paw. Erick squeezed, then decided to test this rolling man-mountain of lard and squeezed hard, only to have his own hand nearly crushed in return! Schooling his face not to wince at the pain - this man-mountain clearly was not all lard - Erick replied in a brisk tone, "Right. I'm glad to be here. Let's get on."
Cal turned and led the visitor deep into the bowels of the plant, past windows through which Erick could watch machinery and workers toiling at chocolate production. Erick's attention, though, was on the colossus in front of him. The gym Erick favoured had its resident population of meathead powerlifters and flabby ex-jocks - Erick despised them, obese idiots who could lift bars but couldn't walk upstairs without getting out of breath! Cal, though, despite his behemoth size - 300, 350, maybe 400 pounds, Erick guessed - moved quite freely and easily - clearly he not only had a lot of muscle, but at least some aerobic capacity under all that mass! Even the three piece suit did not entirely hide the massive thighs and calves, and an enormous butt, that supported all the gut and chest above. Erick was, despite his prejudices, impressed.
Cal led Erick into an elevator - broad and spacious and glass-sided, so that Erick did not feel claustrophobic beside Cal - and into a boardroom with a panoramic view of the factory interior. There...