Large (and in Charge)

"Thank you for coming to my home today, Mac," said Calvin May. “I’m happy you were able to get out here so quickly.”

Mac Stevens, who had been looking around the stately den the two were in, came back into focus. He reached out with his large fingers and grasped Calvin’s much smaller hand, trying not to shake too hard. "Thank you, sir, for the opportunity to meet with you."

“Please, make yourself comfortable,” said Calvin as he plopped down in a leather chair behind a large oak desk.

Mac took a seat in the office chair across from him and looked over his potential new employer. He'd been expecting someone much older based on the size of the home and the estate grounds, but Calvin appeared to be closer to his age of 25 – and his clean-shaven face, bright eyes, and small stature only added to his youthful appearance. “He’s obviously doing quite well for himself,” thought Mac. “Or inherited a bunch from his parents.”

“As you know, I’m looking for a full-time, live-in handyman, but it’s a little more involved than the title suggests,” said Calvin. “I have a very demanding occupation, and my home is like a sanctuary for me. I like to be relaxed and calm when here, so I need someone who can make sure everything remains in working order.”

Mac agreed. “I understand. It's tough to relax when the roof is leaking, or a pipe gets clogged, or the Wi-Fi goes out.”

“Exactly. It’s a rather large estate and there’s a lot of preventative maintenance to keep up on…”

Calvin looked Mac up and down. He had curly brown hair that was cut short, brown eyes, and a chubby face. The handyman was tall, about 6’1’, and had a very sturdy but flabby physique, as if he had once been in pretty good shape but had eaten his way up the scale recently and grown a large belly. He was dressed in a flannel shirt and jeans that seemed liked they were at least a size or two too small. So Calvin added, “…and you’re a bit larger than my previous employees. Has your weight prevented you from any of your recent duties?”

"No sir," Mac answered quickly while patting his sizable gut. "I let things get a bit out of hand last year when I got injured, but trust me, I can handle anything you've got here. And I'm trying to lose some flab and get back in shape. I’m at 280 right now but am working to slim down to my college weight of 220.”

"280 sure seems big. But even 220 still seems like a lot to me, though, since I only weigh 125 pounds,” replied Calvin.

Mac nodded. “Well, don’t worry.  I’m a hard worker and won’t let you down.”

Calvin continued. “Now, when it comes to the evenings and weekends, like I said: I require peace and quiet. Occasionally, I’ll have a romantic partner over here and I expect the staff to make themselves scarce. If hired, you’ll be staying in the guest house and should remain either there or near the pool area when I’m entertaining. My housekeeper lives in the mother-in-law apartment in the back of the house, so you can always contact her if you need anything and I’m unavailable.”

“Sounds perfect to me, sir.”

“Finally, I want to know from the get-go that I’m gay, so the romantic partners will be men. Hopefully that’s not a problem.”

Mac shook his head. “Definitely not a problem. I’m gay, too.”

“Good. OK, well after reading the recommendation that came from the agency, I’m going to give you a chance. I'll get you the keys to the tool shed, show you some of the current projects that my former handyman was working on, and then give you time to make arrangements to move in your stuff.”

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Within the first three months of working on the estate, Mac had gotten quite a bit accomplished: he’d replaced the gutters, fixed all the broken fencing, and re-sanded the wood floors. Calvin had been able to enjoy his time at home without having to worry about anything.

Mac had also accomplished one of his goals: to save up some money. After missing some work with the injury last year, he was happy to live rent-free in the guest house, which allowed him to catch up on his debts and put a little aside in the bank.

On the other hand, his weight-loss plans had not succeeded.

Most of the problem had to do with Sandy, who worked as Calvin’s housekeeper and cook. She loved to prepare amazing dishes, but Calvin rarely ate anything bigger than a small salad. So when Mac moved in, she jumped at the chance to make some heartier fare for him.

On a recent day, for example, she whipped him up a stack of blueberry pancakes smothered in butter and syrup for breakfast, a large submarine sandwich with thick helpings of mayonnaise for lunch, and a huge plate of fried chicken with mashed potatoes and gravy for dinner. Mac also received a basket of fresh-baked chocolate chip muffins for snacking throughout the morning, a homemade milkshake for a pick-me-up in the afternoon, and an apple pie for dessert late at night. And he devoured all of it.

As a result of three months of the best food he had ever eaten in his life, instead of getting down to 220, Mac’s weight climbed up to 320. Thankfully, Sally’s older brother had also been gaining weight, so once he left behind 320 for 370, she passed along his old t-shirts, jeans, and sweats to the ever-growing handyman.

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In addition to the amazing food served by Sally, the other reason Mac continued to gain weight was the lack of a gym on the property. He started pumping iron back in high school and very much enjoyed working out, but there wasn’t any exercise equipment on the grounds.

“I guess I could give the pool a shot,” Mac thought one morning while trying on another pair of pants that were more snug than he had anticipated.

So he ordered a swimsuit from Amazon one afternoon, and it arrived two days later. Mac really liked the style, but boy were they tight!

“That’s OK,” he surmised. “I’ll start losing weight, and then they will fit better.”

After squeezing into the suit, he walked outside into the early evening air. It was still warm, about 75 degrees, and he stared at the pool and thought about what he should attempt. It had been at least 5 years since he had swam, and he wasn’t sure if he could get a decent workout at his larger size.

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Although he didn’t usually get home most nights until 8:00, Calvin had returned from the office early that night and was standing out on the living room balcony at the same time that Mac decided to go for a swim. It was his first time seeing him in almost six weeks, as Mac did his very best to follow his boss's orders and stay out of sight.

Calvin had thought that the handyman was a handsome fellow during the interview, but the behemoth was completely different than the men he usually went to bed with. His dates looked a lot like him: waiflike and hairless, otherwise known in the gay community as twinks.

While standing above the pool getting ready to dive in, however, Calvin could see that Mac had obviously gained a ton of weight recently and was squarely in the bear category. Everything about the man was large, curved, bulging, and covered in hair, and Calvin felt something stirring inside of him.  

He watched as Mac stretched out his beefy arms and dove into the pool, causing the biggest splash he had ever seen. He watched as Mac swam lap after lap, looking like a giant whale in a small pond. And he watched as the handyman eventually climbed out of the pool and stood there soaking wet while he adjusted his swim shorts around his pelvis.

But after Mac got his shorts in the right place, he grabbed handfuls of his belly fat around his treasure trail and started massaging it, and then slowly moved up to start playing with his juicy pecs.

Calvin couldn’t tell if the handyman was disgusted with how big he had gotten or really enjoying the added weight, but his cock started growing erect at the erotic display.  He started to fantasize what he would do if he was down next to Mac: rubbing the man’s love handles, playing with the underside of his belly, and slipping his hands into the shorts and caressing his flabby ass cheeks. Calvin thought about Mac picking him up in his big arms and carrying him to the bedroom, the heat of having the big man on top of him, and the power of his big cock inside of him. It was all too much for the little man, and Calvin darted from the balcony to relieve the pressure in private.

Unbeknownst to Calvin, Mac had seen everything from the pool deck. His boss typically went for the little guys, but tonight, Mac realized that his bloated physique held some attraction for him as well. “That kinky little bastard has got the hots for me,” he thought. “Big Mac is turning him on.”

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The next day, Saturday, Calvin went looking for his handyman and caught up with me near the expansive driveway. ”Excuse me, Mac, can I talk to you for a second?”

The big man stopped and turned around. "Good morning, sir.  What’s up?"

“Are you enjoying your job here?” asked Calvin.

“Definitely. It’s the best one I’ve ever had.”

Calvin smiled. “Terrific! I’ve been very impressed with your performance, and I hope you will stay here for a long time. But I don’t feel like I know you very well, so I was wondering if you would join me for dinner tonight in the formal dining room.”

"I would love to, but I don't have anything that’s suitable to wear to a formal dinner," said Mac.

"Don't worry – the dining room will be formal, but your appearance need not be. Wear whatever you are comfortable in. Just come on up at 7:00,” replied Calvin. He walked away, but turned to look at his handyman’s full and round behind one more time before he went back to the house.

Mac assumed that the previous night’s ogling might continue, so he decided to really put on a show.

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At 7:00pm on the dot, Mac entered Calvin’s dining room in an outfit he had picked up especially for the occasion. He was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants that looked shrink-wrapped around his massive legs and ever-spreading ass, and a blue t-shirt that was much too small to contain his flabby belly. As he walked, at least six inches of hairy flesh bounced underneath its hem.

Calvin immediately got an erection at the sight of the hunky handyman, so he quickly took a seat at the table to hide it, and then gestured for his guest to do the same. Mac noticed the tenting in the smaller man's fitted slacks, however, and knew his boss was definitely excited to see him.

“Please tell me about yourself, Mac. How did you end up in your profession?" asked Calvin.

Mac talked about his dad working as a handyman for many years and, with his natural curiosity about how things worked, he followed in his old man’s footsteps.

“And when we first met, you mentioned something about an injury last year?” asked Calvin

“Oh, it was stupid really. I was deadlifting too much and really messed up my back.”

“Were you an athlete, or did you lift weights for your health?”

“Both really. I played football and baseball in high school and started lifting to get bigger. I kept with it after I graduated.”

At that moment, Sally brought out the food for the dinner.  It was a massive spread full with what seemed like every recipe from her cookbook, and Mac started with a huge helping of meatloaf.

Calvin picked at his salad, but watched closely and Mac ate forkful after forkful. “Um, I thought you also mentioned something about losing weight when you first started working here,” he said. “How’s that going?”

Mac finished chewing his third helping of meatloaf and swallowed. “That was the plan, but I just can’t stop eating Sally’s food. Instead of losing weight, I’ve gained a little.”

“A little?” Calvin asked.

The handyman laughed. “OK, not a little. A lot. Around 50 pounds. And I swear, it’s all gone to my belly. It’s gotten so big!”

Calvin looked down at his plate. “Oh, I hadn’t noticed.”

“How could you not?” asked Mac. He stood up, walked over to Calvin’s chair, and pulled up his shirt. “Look how massive it is. It’s just exploded with layer after layer of fat the last few months.”

Calvin turned and wasn’t sure what to do.

“Go ahead, boss,” said Mac. “Give it a jiggle…if you want.”

He may have been called the boss, but Calvin did not feel like one at the moment.  He gingerly raised his hand and put it on Mac’s soft belly, and he immediately felt a tingle run through his body.

“Nice, right?” said Mac. Go ahead and really feel it. Really taste it.”

Calvin didn’t know what to say, so he just leaned in and started licking the soft flesh mountain in front of him. It was more satisfying than any meal he had ever had, and wanted as much of the big man that he could fit inside his mouth.  

“More,” he moaned. “I want more.”

“As you wish,” replied Mac. He scooped up Calvin in his arms and took him to the master suite where he took off his clothes, lay down on the bed, and let the little man feast.

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When Mac awoke the next morning, he rolled over and saw Calvin staring at him from the other side of the bed. He had admirers lust after before when his body was in great shape, and he knew what that desire looked like. “Those others didn’t have big bank accounts like Calvin, however,” thought Mac.  “I wonder how far he’ll go to make me happy.”

“Hey there, sexy,” said Calvin. He took his small hand and began fingering Calvin’s soft nipple. “Did you enjoy last night?”

Mac took Calvin’s hand, pulled it up to his mouth, and began sucking on his index finger. “Very much, boss,” he replied.

Calvin laughed. "Mac, after last night, I don't think you need to call me boss anymore. Just think of me as Calvin, OK?"

"Um, OK," replied the big man.

"Secondly, now that we've been intimate, how would like to stop being the handyman and move up into the house?"

Mac's tried to act surprised by widening his eyes and upping the tenor of his voice. "Really?"

Calvin nodded. "Yes, indeed, stud. We can find someone else to work as the full-time handyman. You can be my full-time lover.”

"But how would I earn a living?" asked Mac, as he leaned in a little closer.

Calvin could feel the heat generated by Mac’s body, and even though he was exhausted from the previous night’s activities, he began getting turned on again. "You wouldn't need to earn a living, honey. I'd pay for anything you need. Just tell me what will make you happy and you’ll have it.”

Mac thought it was almost too easy. “Well, a clothing budget would be nice. I’ve grown out of everything I’ve come here with.”

“I’ll send you to the tailor who makes all my clothes. Tell him to make anything you desire, but just make sure it shows off your body. I don’t want anything concealed.”

“A gym here on the property would also be helpful. I’d like to get back into working out so I’m stronger,” Mac said. And then quickly added, “For you, Calvin.”

“Not to lose any of this lovely flab?” asked Calvin as his cock was almost to full-mast.

Mac shook his head. “No, I like being the big man. But I want big muscles to go with my big belly. I want to be fucking strong so I can go all night with you. I want to pick you up whenever I’m horny, toss you over my shoulder, and take you to bed and screw your brains out.”

Calvin was really excited by this point. “There’s plenty of room in the basement for a gym. Just give me a list of the equipment you need and I’ll have it shipped in. ”

Mac then hoisted his body over, hovered over his sugar daddy, and the two shared a deep, wet kiss. Mac thought that Calvin might start balking at his requests, or at least ask for something in return, but he wasn’t bargaining at all. He was just relenting because he found Mac so irresistible.

“Can I get a car, too?” asked the big man.

“Take any of mine whenever you want, baby,” replied Calvin, as he fingered Mac’s growing cock. “The keys are in the garage. And if they are too small for you, I’ll get you a bigger one.”

Mac lowered his gut on top of Calvin and began rubbing the smaller man’s erection. “I'd like one of my own. A big truck would be nice. Something fucking manly and strong.”

“Whatever you want, baby,” replied Calvin as cum ejaculated from his tiny erect penis. “Whatever you want.”

Mac kissed his lover again, and knew he would be in charge from that point on.