Timothy Twiddle's Part 1 - The milking

Eric Connors slammed down the phone so hard it almost shattered into pieces, like an ill tempered toddler he banged both his fists down on his dark mahogany executive’s desk. Eric was tall, handsome with blue eyes, blond hair neatly combed and parted to the side and had the body of a typical 50 year old past college football player, a navy suit with a sleek matching tie, big arms, broad shoulders and a slight beer gut. “That Twiddle will be the death of me!” This was the 4th time in 3 years Eric had made an offer to buy Twiddle Confection’s, each time he was turned down. Twiddle was a secretive man, in fact no one had ever recalled meeting or seeing him but he was the largest candy maker in the country and if Eric Connors the Founder and CEO of Connors Food Corp could buy Twiddle’s business he would create the world largest food and beverage company a dream he would stop at nothing to fulfill.

Suddenly a knock came at the door interrupted Eric from his blind rage. “Who is it?” Eric said shortly.

“A letter arrived sir” A young lanky intern said as he sheepishly approached the CEO’s desk.

“Good, put it on the pile and get out.” Eric said with his back to the intern as he looked out the window over the city skyline. The door closed as Eric turned around to see a loud pink envelope on his desk atop a pile of papers. “What’s this?” Eric asked disgusted by the color. He tore open the envelope and inside was a fancy looking golden invitation.

It read

“Dear Mr. Connors,

I understand you have shown a rather large interest in buying my humble candy business. I welcome the opportunity to find out more about you. I understand Connors Food Corp is a family run business and I would love to welcome you and your family to my factory for a tour. I’ve been informed you have four strapping sons, Twins Bradley and Benjamin and older sons Tyler and Scotty. Please bring them along as I know you are big on making them a huge part of the future of your company and if our meeting in person goes well, they might even be the future of both our combined companies.

Regards,

Timothy Twiddle.”

Eric placed the note down with a wide smug smile across his handsome face, only moments ago he wanted to throw his VP of mergers and acquisitions out the 40 story window of the Connors office tower in rage, now he was like a kid on Christmas. “I need the jet and collect my sons” Eric said pressing the intercom “Right away Mr. Connors” replied the young intern.

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The next morning the limousine drove through the high golden gates and down a cobble stone candy colored road towards a massive fountain in front of steps that led to two large candy cane striped doors. The limousine came to a stop in front of the steps as the driver got out opening the back door. Out stepped Eric Connors followed by his four strapping sons, all Jocks dressed in football jerseys and cargo shorts, typical jock style. There muscular young bodies still showed nicely thru the looser fabric. Each boy had dirty blond hair and blue eyes like their dad. The jocks hair was tousled and poking out the sides of their matching caps which resembled the teams on their respective football jerseys. Each boy had a handsome face with a touch of stubble, thick arms and legs and bubble butt atop them that begged to test the seat of their shorts. Not to mention supple pecs that pulled the front of their shirts nicely.

Brad and Ben were identical twins and the youngest at 18 and a 1/2 of age. The only real way of telling them apart in that Brad had slightly bigger butt on him and his pecs looked like they got more attention at the gym. Not to say Ben wasn’t delivering in both departments either.

Tyler looked like a younger version of his dad. Minus the beer gut of course and had a healthy growth of blond stubble on his face and the oldest of the boys at 21.

Scotty a former fatty turned jock was the middle child at 19. With more brown hair than blond, he was made up of softer muscle that was more supple looking. His dad had him on a strict diet after he was sent to a training camp for the entire of last summer and dropped 60 pounds of fat. Eric wanted all his sons to be trained top football players and being fat was not an option.

Suddenly the two large doors opened and there was darkness behind them. The jocks and Eric intently watched as a red carpet gracefully rolled down the steps fully unraveling before the boy’s feet. The group looked up to see the cause of this. Before them stood an odd man dressed in rather eccentric attire who stood 6’5 ft, he had piercing green eyes, a long dark red beard that was curled up at the end and a handle bar moustache both which outlined a creepy and slightly pervy looking smile. His long dark red hair tied back under a tall blue top hat with an orange ribbon. His attire was a matching suit jacket and pants with out of place purple dress shoes that turned up at the ends.

Eric and his 4 boys looked at the man perplexed.

“Welcome, Welcome! It’s so nice to have guests!” The odd man said lowering his hand to level with Eric’s. “You must be Eric Connors, and these are your sons? Such fine, strapping young men they are...” Twiddle said walking around the jocks checking out there meaty butts and ample bodies like he was a hawk circling his prey, he poked Brad’s rump with the tip of his cane. Brad turned around to counter the man. “Hello Handsome!” Twiddle said taking Brad’s hand and shaking it. “Timothy twiddle here.” He said with a devious grin. “You must be Brad, Ben, Tyler and Scotty??” Twiddle said as he made his way down the line of jocks again. “A huge pleasure to host you all on this fine day!”

“I’m excited to get down to business with you Mr. Twiddle.” Eric said sounding slightly alarmed and stand offish by the appearance of the man before him, he’d been expecting some conservative executive looking type. “I’m glad you opened the invite to my sons, they are after all the future of our family business.” Eric said patting Scotty on the head. “I’m sure you’ve heard of all my sons. All very big football stars where we’re from.”

“I have heard lots! Such exciting possibilities for lots of growth from the four of you! I see huge success for all of you.” Twiddle said as he cheekily grabbed a handful of Brad’s meaty ass. Before Brad could utter any words Twiddle blew on his fife. “Well it’s going to be a long exciting day, shall we get started?” Twiddle smiled a toothy grin. Before tipping his hat motioning the boys and their father up the stairs and into the factory watching their ample bubble butts climb each step. Finally the doors closed behind them with an almost forbidding sound.

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“Please make yourself at home boys!” Twiddle said eying the jocks up and down almost hungrily. “After all, if all goes well today we’ll be one very big happy family.” Twiddle grinned widely.

“I get weird vibes from this guy...” Scotty whispered to Tyler.

“Yeah sort of a creeper if you ask me... what with the outfit and all.” Tyler laughed

“However...” Twiddle paused a moment. “I must ask that you refrain from touching certain items as they may still very well be in the testing phase. Please sign these young lads, oh and you too Mr. Connors” Twiddle passed around a clipboard with some legal mumbo all over it, next to impossible to make out anything.

“So Twiddle, where to now?” Mr. Connors asked

“Glad you asked Eric!” Twiddle said tipping his hat with his cane. “I know how important being fit and keeping in shape is too such fine jocks as yourselves, so I decided to include our fitness lab into this tour. I usually skip it... However for such fine guests I couldn’t resist and I know you’ll enjoy learning about some innovative products we are hoping to come out with very soon!”

“Any chances of snagging a workout shake?” Brad asked as his tummy made a rumble.

“Absolutely, Can’t have you starving my dear Bradley!” Twiddle said with a devious smile. “Welcome to ‘The Room’ as we call it.” Twiddle opened a large round steel door which looked like the entrance door to a bank vault.

Inside the room was a back wall lined with huge steel drums along another wall was the backsides of some very large cow’s huge rumps and udders with big clear tubes attached taking milk away from them. The cows mooed as what seem like gallons upon gallons of milk was pumped from them. Along another wall was gym equipment and tiny men bench pressing huge weights despite their small size. The tiny men about 8 of them were working out vigorously dressed in blue wrestling singlet’s and blue top hats much like Twiddle’s. All the men were very muscular and looked almost identical to one another, likely each one was about four feet tall if that. They all looked like they’d had a spray tan that when terribly wrong.

“Check out the muscles on those guys?” Scotty said in amazement.

“Impressive, right?” Twiddle said proudly. “All natural too, only using our finest milk to create the finest workout shakes on the market. They taste exactly like milkshakes you’d get at any fast food joint, no yucky powdery taste like the ones you get at health stores.”

“What is this?” Mr. Connors asked pointing to an odd looking white with black suit hanging on a pipe attached to a giant vat.

“Oh the milk suit...” Twiddle said turning away from the milkshake station. “One of my latest inventions...”

“Milk suit?” Brad said looking confused. “What’s that for?”

“Glad you asked dear boy!” Twiddle said giving Brad a pat on his round jock butt, grabbing the spandex looking garment with his free hand. “You’d think it’s like spandex but it’s not! It’s better. It’s a suit made entirely of milk protein fibers.”

“The suit is milk?” Tyler asked looking perplexed.

“Right you are my boy! It allows athletes to get nutrition and replenish during physical activity. Basically you wear the suit and no need for water breaks or rest times. It’s going to change the way we play sports.” Twiddle said proudly, taking of his hat, almost seeming out of respect for how amazing this suit was.

“That’s all I need to hear...” Brad said stripping down to nothing. He was use to changing and being naked in front of a group after many years in football change rooms. His big round bubble butt and nice tight abs along with supple pecs didn’t go unnoticed by Twiddle who donned a wide pervy smile. Brad kicked his clothing to the side in a pile.

“I’ll take this...” Brad said grabbing the tight white and black suit from Twiddle’s loose grip.

“I would be very careful Bradley.” Twiddle said leaning on his cane and looking at the boy with lust. “Yes, so as I was saying this suit actually repairs muscle tissue while the athlete is still active. However I’m still working out some kinks.”

“What like?” Scotty asked watching Brad slip into the skin tight suit.

Twiddle pretended not to hear Scotty. “Well seems to fit well.” Twiddle said adjusting his crotch on the sly.

Brad peeled the tights up over his thick legs up too his bubble butt before pulling the front of the suit up over his taught torso and nice round pectorals. He slid his arms through the long tight sleeves before motioning for someone to zip up the back of the one piece suit. It clung like a glove... hugging the boy’s body nicely along every curve and bulge.

“Allow me!” Twiddle said over enthused grabbing both Bradley’s round melon sized gluteus’ and pushing them into the suit while pulling the zipper up. Two of the small bodybuilder men came over holding a large mirror. “Check yourself out my boy!” Twiddle said motioning his hand towards the mirror.

The collar of the suit came down in a deep v neck which set of the jocks generous, round, pectoral cleavage nicely. The suit wasn’t only black and white but it resembled a cow, white with black patches.

“I could do without the cow thing going on, but it fits great.” Brad said looking in the mirror intently.

“Feel any different kiddo?” Mr. Connors asked pulling out a cheque book. “I’ll take one for all my boys Twiddle, how much?”

“Not for sale good sir! Remember I’m still working out some kinks, but I promise you’ll be first to know when it goes on sale.” Twiddle said motioning Eric to put away his money.

“What kind of kinks?” Ben, Brad’s twin brother asked.

“Well the suit is created from highly concentrated milk fibers. The suit on its own works wonders, however if the person wearing the suit consumes dairy products while wearing it. Well... it’s had some reactions. “Twiddle said trying to cover his sly grin.

“I feel so limber and the sore shoulder I had yesterday after weight training is feeling completely better dad.” Brad said flexing his arms and looking in the mirror vainly as if he wasn’t in a room full of people.

“That’s my boy!” Mr. Connors said proudly. Watching as Brad went over to the bench press and started putting out reps. “feels like a breeze.” Brad said his arms bulging ever so nicely. Placing the weights down, brad walked over to the milkshake station and grabbed a vanilla workout shake.

“Now, now Bradley, do remember what I told you before.” Twiddle said almost sounding like he was coaxing him on than stopping him by his excited tone.

“Please... it’s a milkshake Twiddle... Besides I didn’t get my morning shake in with having to come here...“ Brad rolled his eyes. “These muscles need feeding!” Brad said in a smug cocky manner.

Twiddle didn’t say a word he only stood there on the spot leaning ever so slightly on his cane checking his pocket watch, which was in his other hand. Placing the watch back into his breast pocket he playfully curled the one end of his handle bar moustache around the end of his finger covering his beaming grin. Watching intently as Brad chugged the shake down hungrily.

“Mmm!” Brad moaned as he licked his lips. “That’s the best shake I’ve ever tasted.”

“Please stop.” Twiddle pretended to yawn as Brad swallowed the last big mouthful.

As Twiddle began to talk to the group about the superiority of his cows and how their milk had benefits average cows didn’t Brad felt a warmth in his chest like nothing ever before.

His nipples felt tender and seemed larger. Like the nipples of a baby’s bottle, a pressure welt up inside his supple pecs. Not painful yet not very comfortable either. Almost like they were pushing out and growing?! Brad looked down and let out a slight gasp as he looked down too see the huge cleavage in his deep v collar on the cow print skin suit. Two basketball sized melons begging for more room in the suit.

“Ugh, sir.” Brad said getting Twiddles attention.

“Yes Brad?” Twiddle asked, his eyes widened when they settled on Brad’s growing chest. “Oh my!” Twiddle walked over to the distressed jock. Putting his cane under his arm, he cupped both large pec breasts rubbing the engorged nipples with both thumbs. “You’ve responded very well to the suit. It must really like you, I’ve never seen growth like this so soon after the person consumes dairy.” Twiddle seemed more interested in how well the boy’s pecs were expanding and growing than reassuring Brad he was ok.

“There must be something to take down the swelling?” Eric, Brad’s dad asked looking shocked and appalled. “Perhaps a Benadryl?”

“I’ll have to call my scientists...” Twiddle said still fondling the boy’s swollen chest. “Oh, and what’s this?” Twiddle let go of Brad’s chest letting them drop hard against his tummy. He walked behind Bradley giving his bubble butt a firm smack. “Something else is responding very nicely.” Brad’s bubble butt was swelling up too. Like two exercise balls pushed together in the tight milk suit.

“What’s happening?” Brad said trying to look over his shoulder.

“You’re responding like I’ve never seen before my dear boy!” Twiddle said pulling something out of his breast pocket, he blew his fife.

Two tiny men dressed in white lab coats came to the scene. They both looked like the tiny muscle men in the blue singlet’s. One was holding a pen and clipboard, while the other held what looked to be measuring tape.

“Our guest is having some issues.” Twiddle said with a wide smile.

The two small men in lab coats circled the swelling boy as one took lots of notes, writing at a feverish pace. The other man was taking measurements of the jocks growing buttock and his large swollen, still growing pectorals.

“What are they doing?” Mr. Connors asked looking on helplessly at his swelling son.

“They are taking measurements to ensure we get a milk pump that fits. However it’s too early to tell as he seems to have much more growing to do. It’s simply amazing how well he’s responded to the suit.” Twiddle said, his lack of concern for the situation slightly enraging Mr. Connors.

“Help please!” Brad moaned his pecs huge and heavy his huge swelling rump was balancing him out nicely. Suddenly a loud gurgle erupted from inside his taught 6 pack stomach.

Twiddle stepped back as his tummy blew out into a large round ball. His arms and legs looked like ice cream cones as they swelled out from the centre. Shocking of all was the jocks package was swelling up too. It was turning a light pink color, he was growing utters where his package use to be. It too swelled up huge. The size of an exercise ball in no time at all. The boy was swelling up at a rapid pace, rounding out nicely.

“Damn... he’s getting huge!” Tyler said poking Brads swelling side.

“Marvelous really, I’ve never seen this in any of our other tests.” Twiddle said biting his nails in excited anticipation.

Brad was now a large round mass in the middle of the stainless steel room, his tiny arms and feet sticking out from his giant size, his large ass making up much of his body. Two huge pink colored pecs each the size of a compact hatchback car, with a large engorged nipple on top of each. Also pink and large was his new pink udder which was easily the size of his large expanding pectorals, more like breasts at this point, maybe it was even bigger, it was hard for the group to keep up. Brad’s skin was now matching the suit which seemed to have morphed with his body. The boy was covered in black patches, his skin white as milk, his nose turned black so did his feet and hands. However his face and the rest of his body despite its size and colorings remained entirely human looking. As Brad finished growing for the time being to what looked like 30 feet around, Twiddle played his fife again summoning a group of 8 tiny bodybuilders.

“Please roll Bradley here over to the milking station immediately.” Twiddle said catching some leaking milk from Brad’s massive breast. “Mmm! It’s perfection!”

“Milking station?” Mr. Connors said alarmed.

“Oh yes sir. We’ve got to have Bradley milked as soon as possible, he’s ripe with milk! We wouldn’t want him to explode now would we?” Twiddle said stepping back to make room for the 8 tiny men who were now walking around the swelling cow boy, trying to figure out the best course of action for getting him moved.

“Please boys step back, we wouldn’t want anyone else leaving the tour before we get to the second room. “ Twiddle said with a cheeky grin, gesturing with his cane to Tyler, Ben and Scotty.

The 8 tiny men gathered on the one side of the huge former jock, now a helpless cow boy and with all there might they began to roll the heavy ball of milk toward the large round steel door they had come in from. Pushing with great force they made their way over to the door as the huge cow jock left streams and puddles of milk along the floor.

Almost like a cork stuffed in a bottle, Brad was stuck into the round steel door frame. Helplessly flapping his tiny hands and feet the tiny men gave Brad a mighty push and sent him through the door frame with a sound like the cork coming of a well shaken bottle of champagne. Brad with 8 workers in tow disappeared out of sight down a long wide hall. His mumblings and calls for help sounding more like the mooing of a well fed dairy cow.

“Well that wasn’t what I had expected but it was just amazing how well he took to the suit. I’ve never seen anything like it.” Twiddle mused, after quickly checking his pocket watch; he adjusted the collar on his shirt than his top hat before looking at the group before him with a big smile. “I’m sure Bradley will be well taken care of and with lots of milking and some rigorous exercise I’m sure he’ll be that football jock he use to be sometime in the next 10 to 20 years. However I can’t make any promises about the cow coloring on his skin or that unfortunate udder he seems to have grown in lieu of, how should I put this... his family jewels, and I would recommend you take a milk pump home with you just to play it safe Mr. Connors.”

Eric looked at Twiddle with pent up rage. His proud NFL bound football jock of a son was nothing but a massive fat cow.

“On the plus side, you won’t need to buy milk for a very, very long time!” Twiddle smiled. “Until we can get him down to a home size bovine we will gladly ship you his milk for free.” Twiddle pointed his cane towards another door. “Well the day is young and we’ve got lots more to see, come along my dear boys.”