Stitch made his way through the alien city as he carried a paper bag full of groceries with him back to his apartment building.  He was a small, fluffy blue-furred creature with big black eyes, and long ears with a tear in both.  As he traversed across the metropolis, he greeted a number of the residents he had made friends with since he first arrived on the planet, a few months ago.
        Reaching a crosswalk, Stitch had to paused as the light turned red and the alien vehicles started to move, blocking his way forward.  “Shoota,” he groaned annoyed that he had missed the last two lights before this as well and the sky overhead had turned gray and threatened to start to tear open and let loose a terrible downpour at any moment.
        As Stitch waited for the light to change back to green, he looked around the area, catching sight of a billboard advertising a big blockbuster movie.  It showed a giant lizard wrecking havoc on a city with its massive size and laser eye beams.  On the bottom of the billboard it read, “Monsterzilla 2: Destruction Boogaloo!  Coming soon to a theatre near you!”
“Oooh, monster movie,” Stitch said with a look of awe on his face as he stared up at the billboard.  The blue furball could feel his heart beating faster while his muscles tightened.  Stitch could feel a strange sensation welling up inside of him, growing bigger and more intense by the second and getting ready to burst.  “Monster…”
“Kaboom!”
The sky exploded with a loud crash of thunder that startled the small blue creature back to his senses.  “Huh?  Wha?” mumbled Stitch before he caught sight of the billboard again, but this time he looked at it with disdain.
“Ugh, not again,” he growled angrily at it.  “Leave Stitch alone!  Stitch not like you!”  Thunderclouds crashed against one another again as Stitch raged and panted afterwards.
Quickly turning his focus back to the streetlight, Stitch saw it change to green, allowing him to go forward.  Looking both ways to make sure everything was safe, he hurried across as rain started to fall down, rapidly growing more and more intense until it felt like it was a monsoon.
“No like rain either,” cried Stitch as he rushed the rest of the way back to his home, getting soaked to the bone as the rain beat down on him.  Fortunately, he managed to make it to his apartment building and head inside, out of the rain.  On reflex, Stitch shook his body, from his long ears to the stub of a tail over his rump, sending the water flying in every direction and soaking the room.  Stitch’s fur wasn’t sopping wet anymore, but it was still plenty moist and now his fur was a ruffled mess.
Semi-dry now, Stitch next made his way to the elevator and hit the button to bring it to the ground floor.  Once it arrived, Stitch let the aliens riding in it get off before he made his way in and hit the button for the sixth floor and rode it up.  From there, Stitch carried his grocery bag to the nearest room, unlocked it and went inside.
There wasn’t much to Stitch’s apartment.  It was very bare with four small rooms.  The main room just had a couch, television and a tall lamp, the kitchen had a fridge, oven, and microwave, the bathroom contained a toilet, sink, and shower, and the bedroom had only a bed and an end table that held a lamp and alarm clock.  It was very little, but it was plenty for the alien creature living on his own.
“Home sweet home,” Stitch told himself as he carried his groceries into the kitchen and removed them from the bag.  He stored what he got in both the fridge and the pantries, save for a half a hoagie he had brought to eat right away.  Stitch left it on the table and crumpled up the soggy, paper bag, tossing it into a trashcan before he headed to the bathroom to grab a towel and finish drying off.
Stitch matter his fur to soak up the remaining water still clinging to his fur, getting over every inch of his body and then finished up by drying beneath his underarms and around his ears.  Feeling much better now, Stitch tossed his towel into the hamper, then returned to his sandwich, brought it back to his living room and plopped his butt down onto his couch to enjoy it.  Grabbing the remote, he turned on his TV tofind something to watch as he ate.  Opening his maw, he blissfully took a bite of his hoagie, feeling content to relax in his home as he filled his tummy.  Being warm and comfortable and, most importantly, out of the pouring rain, the small, blue alien couldn’t imagine what more he could want.
“We’re just a few short days away from the release of Monsterzilla 2,” spoke the announcer on the television in an extreme-sounding tone.  “And all this week we’re celebrating with a massive marathon of the greatest giant monster movies ever to stomp their way across an unsuspecting city.  Tune in next for Bunnykong 3: The Return of Bunnykong’s Reven-”
“Patooka!” gagged Stitch as he changed the channel in search of something that didn’t have to do with giant monsters.  “No like monsters.”
After flipping through a few channels in search of something he felt more at ease watching, Stitch settled on some silly cartoons.  Laying back, he began munching on more his hoagie and let any thought of giant monsters fade from his mind.


A few hours passed as Stitch vegged out on the couch and lazily watched TV.  When he finally broke free of the television’s hold in him, he checked on the time, hardly surprised at how late it had gotten.  Looking outside, the storm had long since passed and the sky had cleared to allow the stars to shine through and for the neighboring planets to be visible as well.  Heading back to the couch, Stitch turned off the television and then proceeded to his bathroom to brush his teeth before heading to his bedroom.
Slipping into a pair of light blue pajamas and a matching nightcap, Stitch climbed into bed and set his alarm for tomorrow morning.  “Time for bed,” he yawned before turning off the light on his rnd table and curled up for what he hoped would be a peaceful night sleep.


Stitch found himself in the heart of a big city.  All around him, he saw towering skyscrapers and all sorts of large buildings crammed tightly next to one another.  The only thing separating them were some narrow alleyways and the streets that were swarming with cars.
“Ohohoh,” Stitch spoke with excitement bubbling up inside of him.  His heart pounded in his chest and his body trembled as powerful destructive urges flowed through every fibre of his being.  It was the most powerful around his crotch, giving him a hard on in anticipation for the he was about to have.  “Big city.  So big.  Stitch want!  Stitch want to smash it all!”
Racing to the nearest building, Stitch dug his claws into the corner of it and started to try and lift the massive structure, affixed to the ground with cement and thick steel girders.  Despite all this, the little blue alien demonstrate the amazing brawn he possessed.  The cement cracked like plaster and the girders bent like paper clips as Stitch managed to push up the enormous building enough to make it topple over, smashing into the buildings next to it and make them collapse into rubble as well.
“Heheh hahahah!” laughed Stitch with impish glee as he watched those big buildings crumble against his might.  His cock twitched with delight too, getting turned on more by the sights and sounds of such large scale destruction.  Rubbing his paws together as a devious smirk highlighted his face, Stitch felt great pleasure in what he had done and his body grew bigger by a foot.
“More!  More!” Stitch chanted, his rampage of destruction only getting started.  He gave his crotch some rubs as, his member a bit larger from his growth too.
Running over to a car, Stitch lifted it up front that back, finding it light as a feather to his strength.  Aiming for a building with the walls all made of glass, Stitch tossed the car at it, watching as it crashed through the building, plowed through a few walls and came out the other side.  Grabbing a few more cars, Stitch pitched them at the building too, shattering more windows and weakening the building’s structure until it grew too unstable and collapsed in on itself.
“Hahahah!!!” Stitch laughed some more, his size increasing by a few more feet.  “More!  Destroy more!  Stitch smash!”
Stitch’s yearning to demolish more buildings only grew more intense with every building he reduced to a pile of cement and twisted metal.  His size also kept increasing, soon helping his reach a size capable clawing, shoving, or even headbutting against the buildings to make them crumble.
The alien’s penis was also becoming quite large and thicks, with swelling balls to keep up with the proportions of the rest of him.  It went from merely twitching to pulsing as pre leaked out.  Giving it some rubs, he was able to lube it up some with his seed to fap himself off a bit and further entice himself into continuing his joyful rampage.  With an eager grin on his face he stomped forward to do just that, gleefully crushing anything in his path.
The no longer small, blue creature did his best to come up with more and more creative ways to entertain himself as he destroyed to keep his game fun and pleasurable.  Not only did it further his enjoyment and arousal, but it also affected how quickly and intensely his growth was becoming.  In no time at all, Stitch was over a story tall and showing no sign of slowing down.  His crotch now possessed a pair of wrecking ball-sized testicles and his dick was thick and long enough for him to turn and smash into the side of buildings to wreck them (something he did do a few times to naughty satisfaction.
“Heeheehahahahah!!!” bellowed Stitch, his voice growing deeper as he started to reach gigantic proportions.  Looking at his massive body, he could feel such great strength in it.  With a swift punch, to a building that had managed to avoid his wrath thus far, he watched a whole chunk of it burst to pieces against his raw power.  He them watched the rest of the building to come down as a result of his attack, burying the big, blue monster under it the rubble it became.  However, Stitch gained even more size, another full story, allowing him to emerge from the debris, roaring out monstrously and eager to see how well he demolish the city now.
A new idea quickly came to him as he positioned himself down a long stretch of road with tons of buildings lined up on both sides of him.  Running down the long street, Stitch crushed any cars in his path as if they were empty soda cans.  With his arms outstretched and his claws at the ready, Stitch cleaved through the buildings as he ran by them, each one collasing behind him just as every other building he had touched with his destructive body.  When the road he traveled on came to an end, the big, blue behemoth didn’t stop.  Instead, he just dove forward, slamming his indestructible body into the skyscrapers in his path, burying him once more in tons upon tons of debris.
After his latest wave of annihilation, Stitch emerged from the latest pile of his wreckage, growing as his most astonishing speedy yet.  In no time at all, he had already doubled the size he was from the last time he had stopped growing and yet he still wasn’t done.  Enthralled by his greatest feat of destruction and growth yet, Stitch felt truly monstrous.  He pounded his chest and roared fiercely, his voice completely unrecognizable from what it once sounded like.  Any still standing buildings nearby him got knocked over as his body expanding outwards and upwards.  Even his growing cock knocked over a building as it swelled in size and rammed headfirst into it.  A shorter building that escaped the dick, instead got taken out by Stitch’s balls as they swelled in size, becoming too heavy for it to hold and broke through the topmost floors in it.
By the time Stitch was finally done growing again, he was as enormous as the skyscrapers he was having fun smashing down to size.  “Meega bigger!” exclaimed Stitch, his booming voice echoing in the distance.  With pure delight, he looked at the city, it’s scale much smaller to him from his new perspective.  Taking a few steps forward, he listened to the weight his footsteps now had at his new monstrous proportions.  The ground even trembled and cracked, proof that he was becoming far too much for this city or even this planet to handle.
Looking down at his crotch, he knew they were massive, but from his perspective they were merely as big as they ever were.  However, as he jerked himself off a bit, he could feel the difference in the pleasure he got from it.  After a few more rubs, Stitch watched more pre ooze out of the tip and drip to the ground, his droplets big enough to cover a full meter of ground as they impacted upon the planet.  Just seeing this, Stitch was eager to see what would happen if he climaxed and that thought already gave him another naughty bit of inspiration.
Approaching another skyscraper, Stitch was actually cautious not to wreck this one so quickly.  Carefully, he held it steady as he thrust his dick into it to start humping it, giving it the last push he needed to finally push himself over the edge.  His dick throbbed a few times and then gushed out one massive load of seed after another, quickly filling up the floor his dick reached up to and then sent more down to the lower floors.  A half dozen loads and a half dozen floors were filled.  Stitch admired his latest handiwork, only long enough he placed his paws on top of the building and pushed down on it, watching the whole thing crumble with ease and his massive amount of spooge flood out of it.
Seeing this, Stitch only laughed with even greater amusement.  He loved being a big, unstoppable monster, and all this was making him crave all of it infinitely more.  “Meega big, but meega wanna be even bigger!”
Determined to increase his mass even further, Stitch resumed his rampage, barely even needing to try put much effort into it thanks to his latest growth.  He ran through the few clusters of buildings that somehow survived this long into the game, smashing through them like they were made of paper.  In seconds, Stitch demolished dozens of skyscrapers with the same amount of effort it took him to take a leisurely stroll.  With so much destruction left behind in his wake, Stitch’s size seemed to grow with every step he took, bringing his height well above even the tallest of buildings the city had.
Some buildings even collapsed from the quakes caused by his footsteps and some Stitch more playfully demolished by throwing other buildings or debris at them.  One even met it’s end by Stitch’s as he slowly sat down on it, feeling it crumble against the force of his keister upon it.  When he removed his feet from the ground, Stitch let himself drop, butt first onto the building and smooshed it with his bottom, leaving a double crater behind on top of it.  The sight of his butt imprint on the ground had Stitch rolling on the floor, crushing a miniature earthquake and he pounded his fists and kicked his feet in hysteria for several minutes before he returned his focus to finishing the destruction of the city to help his body grow further.
“Bigger!  Better!  More!  More!” murred Stitch, his voice so beastly and deep as his head started to near the clouds in the sky thanks to his gigantism.
A skyscraper remained as the last structure standing in the city.  At Stitch’s current size, it barely reached up to his kneecaps.  With as much childish glee as ever, Stitch jumped up and dropped down on the building obliterating it and the entire area around it, leaving a crate behind like the signature an artist would leave upon a work of art.
Stitch gained the last bit of growth he was able to amass from the city’s destruction and reveled in delight at the collosal titan he had become.  However, he still hadn’t had enough.  Stitch wasn’t sure if he could ever be satiated of destruction, not that he wanted to reach such a point when it was something he enjoyed so earnestly.  Already, he was looking forward to the next chance he’d have to wreck another city and eyeing one, a short walk across an ocean away, Stitch was all set for his own sequel of destruction.  Not wasting any time, Stitch stomped his way towards it.
“Stitch great destroyer!” the big, blue titan praised himself.  “Stitch best monster!  Best monster!  Monster!  Monster!”


“Monster…  Monster…” groaned Stitch as he tossed and turned in his sleep, slowly starting to awaken.
“Mons- Eyargh!” cried Stitch waking up from that incredibly vivid dream of his, only to find himself small once more and living in the apartment building of a not destroyed city.
“Oh,” groaned Stitch sadly.  “Not another one.  Did I…”  Checking under his covers and in his pajama pants, Stitch inspected his crotch.  There, much to his dismay, was a mess of seed, the result of a wet dream.  “No!  I did it again!  Oh, stupid, stupid, stupid head.”
Climbing out of bed, Stitch hurried his way into his bathroom to clean his crotch up.  Slipping out of his pajama pants, Stitch soaked a washcloth into some warm water to first wipe his crotch clean.  After that, he proceeded to get rid of the rest of his wet dream from his pants.
Once it was all gone and he had dried off, Stitch just sat in his bathroom, quietly whimpering to himself and crying a bit.  “Stitch no monster,” he repeated over and over again as he hugged his legs against his chest.  “Meega no like to destroy things.”  Sniffling, Stitch, buried his face in his arms as he let his sadness run its course like he did every time he had one of those destructive dreams.
Still, despite him saying that, he couldn’t help but think about how excited he was at the thought of giant monsters rampaging through a city, especially if the giant monster was him.  Dreams like the one he just had started to come to him a couple of months ago and their frequency only increased to the point he was bound to have one almost every week if things continued to progress like this.
“What do meega have those dreams?” Stitch asked himself.  “What do they mean?  Who is Stitch?  What is Stitch?  Is meega… a monster?”
As much as Stitch longed for answers to these questions, nothing came to mind.  He had no memory of who he was before he arrived on this planet and that only filled him with greater worry to what he might have been and what he could have done.  Stitch wondered why he couldn’t remember his past and what would have happened to him if he did remember.  Would he simply revert to a monster and destroy this town that had so graciously welcomed him into it before laying waste to the rest of the world, like he had so many times before in his dreams?
Fortunately, Stitch managed to exhaust himself from crying and such worrisome thoughts blurred in his mind.  Wearily getting back to his feet, he walked his bare-bottomed self back to his bed and climbed in to go back to sleep, hoping the rest of his night would be far less destructive on the dreamscape.  Closing his eyes, Stitch let out a sigh, asking once more, “Who is Stitch?”  Stitch then fell back asleep.


To Stitch’s relief, the rest of his night proceeded smoothly.  When he awoke, his dream and the events to follow it were a haze in his memory.  Climbing out of bed, Stitch headed to his bathroom.  Compared to his last visit to the room, he was feeling much more at ease.  He hummed a little tune while he brushed his teeth and showered.  When he finished the later task, he dried himself with a towel and left his bathroom, feeling freshened up for the day ahead.
Next, Stitch made his way to the kitchen to prepare himself some breakfast, however, he only made it halfway there before he a knock on his front door caught his attention.  “A visitor, this early?” pondered Stitch as he made his way towards the door.  “I wonder who it could be.”
Whoever was standing outside his door soon knocked again, harder this time as they tried to get Stitch’s attention.  “Meega coming!  Meega coming!” Stitch called out to them so they would stop needlessly knocking.  Grabbing the doorknob, Stitch opened the door, not sure who to expect, however, out of all the possible neighbors he thought it might have been, the one standing at his door was someone Stitch had never seen before.
What was even more startling than that, the creature standing at his door bore an uncanny resemblance to the kind of alien Stitch was.  Though his fur was a teal hue with some markings on his head and forearms, and he had some extra tears in his long ears, the creature looked so much like Stitch it was almost scary.  Stitch’s jaw continued to hang loose as he stared at his look alike, noticing a few things that he had that Stitch didn’t.  The first thing was an extra set of arms protruding from his waist.  Also. atop his head he also had a pair of antennae, while, on his back, was a set of long, skinny quills.
        Before Stitch could recover from the shock at looking at his own face to ask his visitor anything, he made the first move, opening his two sets of arms wide to grab Stitch tightly and squeeze him.  “Finally!” he exclaimed, his voice overfilled with joy.  “Meega found Stitchy!”
        “Found me?” groaned Stitch, getting crushed in what he assumed was meant to be a hug.  “You were looking for me?”
        “Eh!” he nodded, hugging Stitch a bit tighter.  “For months.  I searched every planet in this solar system for you.  Took forever to find the right place on the right planet and now we’re together again.”
        “Th-That’s swell,” Stitch told him as he managed to slip free of his hugging arms to take a couple steps back.  “But tell me, who are you?”
        “Who am meega?” he replied to Stitch in a shocked look before answering Stitch’s inquiry.  “Meega your brother, Scratch!”