Part 2 “My brother, Scratch?” replied Stitch in shock upon hearing this, though looking at the cyan-hued creature standing in his doorway, he couldn’t deny the close resemblance they shared. However, as much as Stitch tried to recall a sibling, his memory was just as clouded as ever. “I don’t remember having a brother.” “That’s not surprising,” Scratch sighed, a look of disappointment on his face as he lowered his head and dropped his ears. After a moment he lifted his head a bit to look at Stitch before continuing. “Is there anything you do remember?” “Um,” pondered Stitch as he looked at the ceiling and placed a claw on his lip. After a minute he returned his gaze to his look-alike. “No. Sorry. I can’t remember anything from before I ended up on this planet. Beyond my name, I have no idea who I was or where I came from.” “That must have been tough for you,” Scratch said, attempting to comfort his bro. “But now you don’t have to wonder. I’ve finally found you after searching several dozen planets in this quadrant and I can tell you exactly who you are and what you were made to do.” “What I was… made to do?” thought Stitch as images of his dream surfaced in his mind. He saw himself growing and smashing a city with a look of pure joy on his face. He remembered how satisfied he felt after growing large enough to smash skyscrapers under foot and marvel at the demolished remains in a paw print-shaped crater. After that, he turned his sight to the next nearest city, his hunger for destruction not satiated but, rather, intensified as he stomped on over to it, his body growing larger still with his appetite to smash. “N-No,” cried Stitch as he held his head and trembled. “Stitch?” worried Scratch, not expecting Stitch to react in such a way. “Do you remember something?” “No,” Stitch shook his head. “Stitch not like that. Not monster!” “Monster?” repeated Scratch, looking delighted to hear Stitch say that. “Then you still have some fragments of your memory.” Extending a hand, he offered it out for Stitch to take. “Let me help restore you to the Stitch you were, the Stitch you were always meant to be.” Seeing the hand extended out to him, something else surfaced in Stitch’s mind. It wasn’t the same as the dream he had, but he felt that same terrifying giddiness all the same. Stitch found himself subconsciously reaching his arm out towards Scratch’s to accept his offer. Scratch looked elated to see Stitch so close to taking his hand, but then Stitch swung his arm and slapped Scratch’s away. “No!” snapped Stitch as he pushed Scratch out of his way and ran out of his apartment and to the stairs. “Stitch knows who he is! Stitch is Stitch! Stitch is Stitch!” “But Stitch…” Scratched called to him, but his blue brother had already gotten too far away to hear him. With a sad sigh, he was disappointed that their reunion ended in such a way, but that sorrow only lasted a moment before a small smile returned to his face. “It’s good that you’re doing well. I already knew that you lost your memory, but you’ve managed to recover a few fragments with time. As you are now, those pieces frighten you as much as it excites, but don’t you worry. Your brother is here and I’ll help put you back together. Then, the good times will return.” A big toothy grin then spread across his face as a deviously naughty look appeared. “No, they’ll be even better now because it’ll be just the two of us and nobody will get in our way.” Scratch then hurried after his brother, determined to not lose Stitch after all the effort he put in to find him. “Bro!” called Scratch as he followed after Stitch who had already left the apartment building and made his way out onto the city streets. When Stitch heard Scratch catching up to him, he attempted to ignore him, but that did nothing to discourage him. “Hey, bro!” “Why didn’t I just shove him out the door and lock it?” groaned Stitch, just wanting to be left alone. At first, he continued to keep walking at a normal pace and ignore this creature, claiming to be his brother. He hoped he’d eventually get the message that he didn’t want what he was selling, but after walking for a couple blocks Scratch stuck to him like glue. By the time Stitch reached the end of his third block it was obvious this tactic didn’t have any effect. Growing more determined himself, Stitch started to pick up the pace, in an effort to lose him. This proved just as ineffective as Scratch sped up just as much to stay at his brother’s side. Growing desperate, Stitch started to run, taking a sharp turn in an alleyway and knocking over a few trash cans to slow Scratch down and help him put some distance in between them. As Stitch reached the other end of the alleyway, he turned to see how far back Scratch was. To his surprise, he saw that Scratch was still at the start of the alley. He just stood there, not even attempting to chase after him now. Seeing this as his chance, Stitch continued to run away, crossing a few streets and taking a few more turns till he was certain Scratch wouldn’t be able to find him. Panting and wheezing after that little workout, Stitch hid in another alley to catch his breath. “That should do it,” he said to himself. “I’ve lost him so he won’t bother me anymore.” “But doesn’t he already know where you live?” “He does,” realized Stitch. “He could just wait for me at my apartment. I might have to hide out somewhere till he gives up on waiting for me.” “But if he’s your bro then he might never stop waiting.” “He’s not my bro,” retorted Stitch. “Just because he claims he is doesn’t mean it’s true.” “But he looks just like you and knew who you were. And deep down, you know it to be true too.” “I…” Stitch started to say, wanting to have some sort of counter to this, but even attempting to do so was causing his heart to ache. “I don’t know what I think. I…” Stitch paused, wondering just who he was conversing with. Looking to either side of him, there was nobody. “Up here, bro,” called Scratch, drawing Stitch’s attention over his head. There he saw his brother handing on the wall like a spider. Seeing him like that, Stitch fumbled forward in fright and tumbled to the ground. “Bro, are you okay?” “Ugh, stop calling me that,” groaned Stitch as he picked himself up while Scratch descended to the ground. “Well, how about I just call you Stitch for now?” he asked. “At least till you feel more comfortable with me around.” “I don’t want you around,” argued Stitch as he crossed his arms and looked away. “My life is fine the way it is. Sure, I don’t know my past, but with the dreams I’ve been having maybe I’m better off never remembering. Certainly, I don’t need you to be around trying to get me to.” “But Stitch,” Scratch said, attempting to put a comforting paw on his shoulder, only for Stitch to immediately shrug it off and puff up his cheeks to pout. Lowering his ears and sighing, Scratch sniffled and turned away. Approaching the wall he started to climb it and take his leave without another word. As he slowly climbed, attempting to appear as sad and pitiful as possible, he waited for this act of his to tug at Stitch’s heartstrings and make him reconsider wanting him gone. “How you do that?” questioned Stitch, causing Scratch to stop and turn his head back to his brother. “How meega do what?” he asked, making sure to keep up his appearance of sadness. “Climb on walls,” Stitch specified. “I just do it,” he answered. “Just like you.” “Stitch can’t climb walls,” he told his brother. “You can,” Scratch assured him. “You just don’t remember you can. You can also run a lot faster when on all four, super smart, are incredibly strong, and…” Scratch trailed off at that point, deciding it was best he didn’t bring up Stitch’s more destructive nature for the time being. “You were really amazing, Stitch and I just want you to be again. Is that so wrong?” “Yes, well, no,” considered Stitch as he tried to think. “I don’t know…” Stitch took a few steps to the wall and placed a paw on it. “So, I can really climb walls?” “Of course. Just watch me,” encouraged Scratch as he demonstrated a bit more for Stitch to observe. In turn, he watched Stitch who became transfixed on what he could do. It was the opening he needed to get things moving between the two of them. “Okay, now you try.” “I’ll try,” Stitch spoke nervously as he placed another paw on the wall, digging his claws into it and pulled himself up. As he did this, he put his foot against the wall, anchoring his foot to it while his other hand moved to reach up higher. Finally, he removed his foot that was still on the ground and found himself hanging from the side of the building. As he dug that foot into the wall, he started over with his first arm again, reaching a bit higher. He kept repeating all this as he slowly scaled the wall, getting as high as Scratch was. Heart racing with excitement, Stitch panted heavily at being able to climb a wall with such ease. “See, Stitch can climb walls,” smiled Scratch, happy to see a look of joy on his blue, fluffy face. “Stitch can climb!” cheered Stitch, raising his arms in excitement, but in doing so he lost his grip on the wall and fell. Stitch cried out as he dropped, but Scratch was quick to react and grab his arm, just in time. “Scratch got Stitch,” Scratch told him. “Thank you, Scratch,” Stitch breathed a sigh of relief as his brother carefully brought him back to the ground. “Guess Stitch still needs practice.” “A little, but you’ve mostly got it,” he encouraged his brother. “But we can work on that later. For now, there’s some place I want to take you.” “Uh, okay,” agreed Stitch, feeling comfortable enough to allow Scratch a smidgen of trust. “Where do you want to take me?” “You’ll see,” he smiled, offering Stitch his hand once more. “Just follow me.” Seeing the paw extended to him, Stitch extended his and with one big breath he clutched Scratch’s paw. “Lead the way… bro,” Stitch told him. Turning to hide his eager smirk, Scratched started to run, gripping Stitch’s hand tightly, making him run right behind him. Despite being so eager to show Stitch something, in truth, Scratch didn’t actually have a destination in mind. So long as he had his brother come along with him willingly, he could wing the rest. He just needed something to help reawaken the slumbering Stitch within the blue furball he was pulling. Though he didn’t know what it would be, Scratch was certain he’d know it the instant he saw it. “No… No… No…” he thought to himself as he quickly led Stitch around by the paw, stopping every so often to look around and then hurrying off again, causing his brother to stumble about, after him. “There’s got to be something around here we can use to help stir his more destructive tendencies.” “Uh, are you lost?” Stitch asked Scratch after a while. “We’ve been zigzagging all over the place.” “Well, kinda,” he admitted, hiding his worries behind a big smiling face. Scratch could see that Stitch was getting skeptical about where he wanted to take him and that likely wasn’t far from him losing interest in it altogether. “I haven’t been around this city for very long so I don’t exactly know my way around that well.” Looking around once more, he had to hurry up and make a decision. Scanning the area once more, Scratch settled his gaze on an antiques store across the street. Looking through the window, he could see it was filled with a lot of old things, mostly some very fragile china. He also spotted a sign on the door that read, “Out to Lunch. Be Back Soon.” which indicated that it was closed and likely meant nobody was currently watching the place. “Perfect,” smirked Scratch as he tugged Stitch, without warning again, to the crosswalk and eagerly awaited for the crossing light to turn on. “What’s perfect?” wondered Stitch as he looked around to where Scratch was, but didn’t see what was so appealing. “The antique store?” “Uh huh,” he nodded as the light changed and they hurried across. “It’s just what you need.” “Did I like collecting old, musty-smelling junk before?” asked Stitch as he peered through the glass at all the old plates and teacups and lots of other things that were old and Stitch had absolutely no interest in. “Cause I sure don’t now.” “Don’t worry,” Scratched assured him. “You’ll understand once we get inside.” “If you say so, but it looks like we’re going to have to wait,” Stitch pointed out as he saw the out to lunch sign hanging on the door. “It’s closed, right now.” “Which is why this is the best time for us to do this,” cackled Scratch, as his more devious nature surfaced. Sticking a claw into the lock, he fiddled with it a little till they heard a click and the door unlocked. “You can pick locks too?” replied Stitch as he looked down at his own paws and wondered if he could as well. As Scratch went from breaking to entering, Stitch felt worried at what such skills implied about his past. “We weren’t thieves, were we?” “No,” Scratch shook his head as they went inside. “I mean, you did have a habit of getting into mischief and pilfering food from time to time, when the temptation was there, but other than that you had no interest in taking money or valuables. As for this breaking and entering, normally we’d do the first part a bit more literally and with a lot more force, but it’s probably best we take things nice and easy for now.” “And what are we taking ‘nice and easy?’” questioned Stitch as they walked to the center of all the fragile china plates and cups. There were so many that Stitch felt too nervous to even breathe too hard and risk breaking anything. However, Scratch didn’t look nearly as worried about causing unintentional damage. He grabbed a nearby plate and held it over his head, his expression showed nothing but troublemaking intent all over it. “Just this,” he answered as he threw the plate to the ground and shatter to pieces before Stitch’s eyes. Stitch covered his maw, muffling his gasp at what his brother had just done who was now chuckling with delight. “Heheh. Now you try.” “You want me to break a plate?” cried Stitch, looking around to make sure they were really alone. “You can break two at once if you want,” he suggested. “Or a teacup or whatever. Pretty much anything here should be easy enough to smash just by throwing it at the floor.” “And what’s the point?” Stitch demanded to know. “Why are you breaking things? Why do you want me to?” “Why?” he repeated, looking at Stitch. “Well, there are plenty of reasons to destroy things. Conquest, rage, jealousy, and the list goes on. But for you, you don’t have a motive behind why you destroy stuff. You don’t desire anything, or do it out of malice or any other negative emotions. For you, it is because you enjoy it from the bottom of your heart. Pure and simple.” “I… enjoyed it?” asked Stitch, feeling a strange sensation as his heart beat faster and he felt a pleasurable stirring in his loins that he attempted to ignore. “Oh, did you ever,” smiled Scratch as he nodded his head. “For most, destruction is but a means to an end. Destroy till you achieve your goal. However, for you, you were created to destroy. You desire to break, smash, and wreck things because it is what you were born to do. You were so great at it that I’d dare say you were a God of Destruction when you were at your best. Of course, that’s not to say you destroy simply because you were created to. There was a time when you had a choice to ignore your calling and lead a peaceful life or to go and gorge yourself on galactic wide destruction. I doubt I need to tell you what you chose on that fateful day.” “I was… a God of Destruction?” asked Stitch before he laughed at such a ridiculous-sounding notion. “Hahah! That’s a good one. I might have a few weird dreams of being a giant monster, but that’s all they are. A small creature like myself couldn’t break so much as a teacup, let alone wreck a whole city.” “You’d be surprised what unfathomable power is hidden within you,” Scratch informed Stitch as he placed a paw on his brother’s chest. While Stitch’s expression was full of confusion and fear, his heart was racing with excitement and Scratch could feel it against his palm. “It’s beating just like it always does when he’s getting ready to cut loose,” thought Scratch with joy, his eyes lowering a bit to see the stirring in Stitch’s loins had caused him to get a boner. “The real Stitch is definitely in there, struggling to get out. Don’t worry. I’ll free you soon and our fun can begin again. I just need to remind you how much you love it.” Scratch already could tell that Stitch wasn’t going to willingly break anything. Even so, he knew he could lend his brother a helping hand. With one of his extra arms, he sneakily plucked a plate from the top of a stack behind his back and carefully moved it around to his front, making sure Stitch didn’t notice. “I’m afraid you’re mistaken,” Stitch told Scratch. “There’s no great power within me. I’m no God of Destruction or a destroyer of any sort. Maybe I was before, but not anymore. I don’t like to break things.” “How can you say that if you don’t give it a try,” encouraged Scratch as he tossed the plate into Stitch’s paws and stepped back to watch. In a panic, the blue alien attempted to grab the plate as it fumbled in his paws. It bounced about in his mits as he did all he could to keep it from hitting the ground and breaking. He juggled it around, but he couldn’t get a solid grip on it. Adding to his trouble was all the other fragile china they were surrounded by. If he made a single wrong move, he could have broken even more in his effort to save one dish. In the end, all he could do was remain in place and hope he could get a hold on it, but in the end, the plate slipped through his fingers and continued its way to the ground. Desperately, Stitch reached for it, but he was too late. He watched, seeing his reflection in the plate shatter upon hitting the ground. The sound it made echoed in his ears and his eyes stared down at all the broken pieces that were scattered around his feet. Stitch knew it wasn’t his fault that it broke, but even so, he felt something strange and familiar stir up inside his body. It was similar to that rush he felt in his dreams when he started to wreck a city, but this was the first time he felt it while he was wide awake and, just like in his slumber, it felt really… good. “How was it?” asked Scratch, seeing the look on Stitch’s face. He could already see the look of satisfaction on it as his mouth slowly curled into a small smile. “Does my little, blue fuzzball of a bro still have a taste for breaking things?” “Well, maybe a little,” he answered, unable to deny that the sight and sound of the shattering dish did delight him in a way nothing in his mundane life did, nothing save for those dreams he had. “Why not smash a bit more then?” suggested Scratch as he grabbed another plate and tossed it to the ground, the sound of it crashing to bits was once again music to Stitch’s ears. “I don’t know,” hesitated Stitch. “We can’t just break anything we want.” “You say that, but deep down you’re aching to break more, lots more,” smirked Scratch, scaring Stitch as he read what was exactly on his mind. “You know what kind of creature does whatever they want with little to no regard to anyone else?” “N-No,” the furry, blue critter shook his head as Scratch continued to smash plates at his leisure. He gazed at Stitch, seeing how despite his efforts to resist, he found himself powerfully compelled to start breaking things too. “What kind of creature is that?” “A monster,” answered Scratch with a grin. “And you, my brother, are the greatest monster of all.” “I-I am?” asked Stitch, his heart beating so hard and fast he could hear it thumping in his head. His cock was twitching and throbbing eagerly too, urging every fiber of his being to give in to the destructive desires he had been struggling to suppress. Yet, now, Scratch was helping it bubble to the surface, greater than ever, and Stitch found himself enjoying the feeling too much to want to resist it. Grabbing a teacup that he could fit into the palm of his hand, he clutched it tightly, feeling how easily he could have crushed it in his palm, but he held his strength at bay to avoid doing so, still not fully convinced to cross that line he had been so frightened of till now. “Really?” “You truly were and by a wide margin,” he nodded. “The greatest of monsters could demolish cities on their own, but your potential was going to put them to shame. It can again, but first you must embrace what you are. You’re a monster, Stitch!” “No!” cried Stitch as he raised his arm and threw the teacup in frustration. It smashed into a stack of plates, shattering easily, but it also hit with enough force to upset the balance and send half of them crashing to the ground in a tremendous smash. The two just stood there totally silent after all that racket, staring at the devastation Stitch had caused. Scratch then broke the quiet with a comment. “Nice throw,” he said. “Heheh,” snickered Stitch as he laughed a little. He attempted to hold back his chortles by covering his mouth, but he couldn’t suppress them. They burst free as full impish laughter, Stitch had never made before, at least that he could recall. However, Scratch had heard it before and looked quite pleased to hear it now. “You sure you aren’t a monster?” he asked Stitch as he walked over to pat him on the back. “You broke a lot of stuff just now and those snickers don’t sound like you regret doing it.” “Okay,” he admitted with a grin still on his face and some lingering snickers still leaking out. “Maybe Stitch a little monster.” “Care to try and become an even bigger one?” inquired Scratch as he reminded Stitch that there was still so much in the antique shop left to destroy. Whispering like a devil in his ear, he helped goad Stitch on. “You know you want to~” “Want to?” the blue-furred alien panted as his whole body trembled with excitement and he couldn’t fight the urge. He didn’t want to. “Course meega want to! Stitch a monster!” With a roar, Stitch started to stomp around the room, like a beast on a rampage. Scratched chuckled as he watched in delight as his digging had finally unearthed a portion of the sleeping monster sleeping within this mild-mannered creature. The way Stitch stomped around with his arms outstretched and he growled and roared, he seemed more like a child acting as a monster, making him appear more adorable than monstrous. Seeing this, Scratch giggled with delight. “You were the greatest of monsters,” thought Scratch as he kept his gaze focused on his rampaging brother. “But you never had the same frightful appearance other monsters have. Maybe it’s cause you are just having fun or maybe it’s because you’re cute and fluffy. Whatever the reason, it just makes it more enjoyable to watch you have fun.” Going around, Stitch slashed his claws to knock objects off tables and to shove vases forcefully onto their sides to make them shatter. He also grabbed objects and tossed them into the walls or other stuff to add to the collateral damage he was causing. “That’s it!” encouraged Scratch, as he watched all this go down with tremendous satisfaction. “Make sure to take pride in your work and don’t be afraid to be creative. One way or another it’s all gonna get smashed to bits. And, as always, have fun!” “Eh!” nodded Stitch as he looked around for just how to do that. Spotting a pile of old clay pots and a nearby rocking chair, inspiration struck him. Lining up the latter a short distance away from the former, he then moved back to get a running start. Dashing toward the chair, he jumped on the seat, forcing it to rock all the way back and crash to the ground. Before he fell with it, he leapt off towards the parts. Then, while he hadn’t planned it, he suddenly found himself opening his maw to stuff his feet into it, swallowing them and his legs too. His ears rested flat against his head and he tucked his arms into his curled up body, as he instinctively condensed his body into a ball shape which was very appropriate as he cannonballed right into center of the pots, smashing into them and turning all that china into a pile of shards. With the damage done, Stitch undid his ball form as easily as he got into it and rose out of the mess with a mighty roar as he beat his chest like a gorilla. “That was quite a dive,” laughed Scratch with delight as he approached his brother. “I give it a ten out of ten.” He then dusted his brother off, flicking away a few pieces of the fine china that got into his fur. However, his true intention in moving in close was to look over Stitch’s body to observe the changes within him more closely. As he panted heavily, it was not from fatigue, but excitement as his body was more stimulated now than it had been in ages. His heart was beating a mile a minute, a danger to any other creature at Stitch’s size, but not to the rampaging monster that was more and more alive with each thing he smashed. The look in his eyes showed no fear or remorse to what he was doing. Just eagerness and hunger for more which hung over a troublemaker’s toothy grin. “He’s getting back to normal, but he’s not growing,” Scratch thought. “Maybe the thrill of smashing a store isn’t enough to trigger him. Perhaps, smashing up a store isn’t enough for him or it’s just too confining for him to grow.” As his eyes came to Stitch’s dripping hard on, a new devilish thought came to mind. “Or, perhaps he just needs another good push.” “Not a bad day’s work,” he congratulated his bro with a pat on the back, doing so to get into position for his new scheme. “Did you have enough? Ready to call it a day?” “Naga!” the destruction-craving Stitch refused. “Stitch wanna smash more and more!” “More, huh?” smirked Scratch, delighted that Stitch was hungry for more destruction. However, rather than simply encouraging him to keep going, he knew his idea would entice Stitch even more. Grappling Stitch from behind, he started to pull him towards the front door of the shop. “Nah, I think you’ve done plenty. You’re just a smallfry monster after all.” “Naga!” argued Stitch as he struggled to break free. “Scratch said Stitch greatest monster! God of Destruction!” “Well, you were,” he taunted him. “Back then you were truly an unstoppable force. No army in the Universe could stand up to you. Now, you are barely able to wreck a china shop on your own. Just look how easily I can hold you back and stop you. You’re a far cry from the great being you once were.” “Stitch can be great again!” growled the blue alien, his strength increasing with his struggles. “Just let meega go and Stitch show you!” “If you want to get free you have to do it yourself,” Scratch told him, grinning with delight as he could feel this gambit with reverse psychology was stirring on. He could feel Stitch was getting stronger as he fought to get back to destroying. His hunger for destruction was growing and evolving into an addiction for him. Before long, Scratch had to use his own real strength to hold back Stitch or he’d break free before he was done stimulating him. “Meega wanna destroy!” roared Stitch, no trace of the timid, confused creature he had become in his voice now. “Smash! Stomp! Crush!” “Heheh,” cackled Scratch, loving hearing such things come out of Stitch’s maw. “That’s the monster spirit! Now, dig even deeper within yourself. You’ve only just scratched the surface of your power.” While Scratch continued to goad his brother on, he slipped one of his extra arms out to grasp as Stitch’s dick. He then began to jerk him off, helping to bolster the bliss surging through his body even more as Stitch did as he was told to search within himself for even greater might. “Ohoh~” Stitch murred with ecstasy as he felt his body become a tingle with pleasure. “Stitch feel it! Stitch feels the power!” “And just what do you plan to do with that power?” smirked Scratch, barely able to hold Stitch back any longer, even while putting in actual effort to do so. “Meega destroy! Smash! Stomp! Crush!” he cried out in monstrous delight. “More! MORE! MOAR!!!” As Stitch said all this, his body started to grow in size. “Yes!” cheered Scratch, full of delight to see Stitch double in size before he succeeded in breaking free of his brother’s grip and slipped free of the dick rubbing he was giving him too. Though Scratch would have liked to help grow Stitch far larger than that, he was more than satisfied to have succeeded in bringing even this much power out in Stitch. “Now you’re looking more like the brother I remember so fondly!” “Raaawwwrrr!” bellowed Stitch as his rampage resumed even more fiercely than before. With more size and strength behind him now, he was truly unleashing Hell upon the store. Lifting up whole stacks of plates he tossed them into the air and let them rain down all over, smashing onto the floor or anything else around. The ones that fell near Stitch got broken before they hit the ground as the not-so-little, blue alien swung his fists (all four) through them and even headbutted a few as he cut loose and enjoyed himself. When the pitter patter of plates raining down came to an end, Stitch cackled with naughty delight before roaring once more and continued on his rampage over what had somehow managed to avoid his wrath up to this point. Seeing a section of porcelain figurines in a glass cabinet that somehow remained unscathed thus far, Stitch smiled wide as he stomped his way towards it. Any other antiquities that came between him and the cabinet were either kicked away or crushed underfoot and broken. “He’s such a relentless and destructive beast,” observed Scratch as he watched Stitch make his way to the cabinet and started to rock it back and forth to knock it over and turn it into a million pieces of glass. “His appetite for the absolute destruction of everything around him is as fathomless as ever and he won’t rest till there is nothing left for him to break. I’ve taken that vulnerable, confused brother or mine and returned him to being a true monster.” As he said all this, Scratch’s eyes watered a bit and he sniffled. Wiping a tear from his cheek, he managed a smile. “I couldn’t be more happy, for myself and especially for Stitch.” SMASH!!! The cabinet hit the ground and the glass exploded apart, shattering into countless little fragments and mixed with the broken pieces of the porcelain figurines that were housed inside. The only part that only suffered minor damage was the gold-painted, metal frame that only ended up partially dented, but it didn’t take long for Stitch to fix (or more accurately damage) that. Grabbing the frame, he started twisting and bending it as if it was as flexible as a paperclip. He condensed it as much as he could, till it was in a ball-like shape. Dropping it in front of him, he gave it a swift kick, letting it strike a grandfather clock right in the face and knock it to the ground as well. “Hehehehahahahahah!!!” laughed the destructive creature, only feeling more and more joy out of this violent and bad behavior of his. “MOAR! MOAR!” he chanted as he turned his attention to some paintings hanging on the wall. Leaping up at them he tore the pictures to shreds with his claws and then smashed the frames on the floor for good measure. “More smashing! More breaking! Meega having so much fun!” Stitch continued on, turning all the merchandise in the antique shop into a huge mess of junk. When there was nothing left to destroy, save for the debris, he finally relaxed, resting upon the cushion stuffing of a dozen couch cushions he tore up with as much devilish delight as he had with everything else he had wrecked. Scratch, seeing his brother resting after all the fun he had saw this as another chance to move in and stimulate him further. Eying his cock, it was still fully hard, not to mention larger after Stitch’s growth spurt too. “Not bad for shaking the rust off,” commented Scratch, looking around at all the damage Stitch had caused as he walked to sit beside him, giving the blue fuzzball some gentle rubs on his head. “You’re quite the monster, aren’t you?” “You said it yourself,” breathed Stitch as he beamed with pride at all his hard work. “Stitch not just best monster. Stitch God of Destruction.” “Heheh, I did say that,” he chuckled. “But you’re still a far cry away from being worthy of that title again.” “Eh?” wondered Stitch, giving Scratch a look like he didn’t watch him rampage through the store. “Not worthy? Meega broke everything here. Stitch even cracked mirror just by making ugly face at it.” “Yeah, that was priceless,” snickered Scratch as he recalled that. “Both that face and the mirror. Even so, smashing up the insides of one shop is still low level monster havoc. Wreck a city and then you’re in the big leagues. Annihilate a planet and you are the big leagues.” “Stitch can do that,” he told his brother confidently. “Really now?” smirked Scratch bringing his paw to Stitch’s dick again, eager to jerk him off and help provide him with another growth spurt. “That’s a big step up from what you just did. I’m sure you probably could do it, but it’d take you weeks, if not months, to reduce this city to rubble at your current size and strength. It’d take you practically forever to wreck the planet.” “Stitch can do it,” he said again. “Meega just need to dig even deeper. Find an even bigger monster inside Stitch.” “That’s the spirit,” Scratch spoke into Stitch’s ear as he clasped his digits around Stitch’s manhood. “Just close your eyes and focus.” Murring a little, Stitch nodded and shut his black, alien eyes. “Picture the city. This shop is but a tiny speck compared to the whole of the place and as you currently are, you are too. In order to wreck this city, to your destructive, little monster’s heart, you are going to need to get even bigger and stronger, downright huge in fact.” “Meega bigger monster,” muttered Stitch, feeling that excitement to destroy returning to him as he longed to wreck the city. “Yeah, just like in your dreams,” Scratch went on. “Let the thrill of being a monster energize you and use that to grow. The more you destroy the larger you get till the city itself can be crushed underfoot by you.” Mmm~” murred Stitch with delight, getting turned on by the concept Scratch was describing him. “Sounds like fun.” “Oh, it will be tons of fun,” grinned Scratch as he started to stroke Stitch off. “Now, let me give you a jumpstart and then we can see about demolishing this city.” “Yes, please,” Stitch stated lustfully, practically begging for it and Scratch was more than happy to oblige. Starting off slow and speeding up bit by bit, Scratch fapped Stitch's cock with great delight as he watched the large, blue-furred alien get filled with pleasure and hungered to go on another rampage. However, unlike last time where Stitch broke free from him, this time he remained resting on his back as Scratch jerked him off. Now, there was nothing to stop the smaller aqua alien from making Stitch reach truly monstrous proportions. Already, after a minute of rubbing Stitch’s stiffy, his growth had once more resumed. “Oh, the power!” howled Stitch with horny delight as he felt the bliss he had for destruction reach even greater levels. “So good! So very good!” Scratch delighted in the sight of Stitch’s body growing ever larger, allowing him to sit atop his belly as he continued to work him. Still jerking him off, Stitch’s length was reaching the point Scratch could barely wrap his digits around its increasing thickness. He had to start hugging it while bringing his arms up and down to stroke him off. Stitch murred in greater delight as his enlarged dick filled his growing girth with greater and greater ecstasy, which in turn sped up his biggening as well. Scratch continued to admire Stitch’s progress, growing more excited himself as he was starting to become quite massive when compared to him. “Oh, you’re teeming with power now, bro,” Scratch praised Stitch. “But tell me… is it enough for you?” “Naga!” he cried out, giving Scratch his cue to start ramping up the speed he was jerking him off even more to increase the pleasure within the power hungry monster. “Want even more! More power! Lots and lots more! More and MORE AND MOAR AND MOOOAAARRR!!!” Stitch’s body gained a sudden, bigger spurt of growth than any he had received yet. Scratch held onto his brother to keep from falling off him as he cackled with glee at how well this was all working out and saw all the more reason to keep it going. “Well, keep on digging deeper, Stitch!” Scratch encouraged him, his own heart thumping a mile a minute as Stitch was finally hitting paydirt. “MOOOOOAAAAARRRRR!!!!!” roared Stitch as his body expanded as he spoke, reaching an impressive ten feet in length from head to toe with the rest of his body maintaining their proportions. All the debris that had been around him got pushed away by his growing form. “DEEPER!” shouted Scratch as he coached Stitch to greater heights. Once Stitch’s big, fluffy belly reached full-sized bed proportions, he went from sitting his butt on it to sprawling his entire body out onto it. From there, Scratch eyed Stitch’s three foot long monster of a cock. It was almost as long as he was tall and so thick that Scratch would have had to use his whole body to pleasure the length. Instead, he decided to concentrate his attention on the cockhead, rubbing and lickimg at it with his soft paws and long tongue to feed Stitch more ecstasy to aid in his growth. He lapped up the pre as it leaked out, finding the salty substance wonderfully sweet under these circumstances. “MOOOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRR!!!!!!!” boomed Stitch, his voice getting a few octaves lower as he was finally reaching a size worthy of the monster they both wanted him to be. This growth was occurring so quickly that it seemed like his whole body was all growing at once. In reality, it was happening one section at a time in rapid succession. First his chest expanded which was immediately followed by his belly. After that, his head and rear enlarged. His arms and legs burst with increased size afterwards and, from there, the growth made its way to his paws and feets before one after another the digits on his fingers grew and, lastly, his nub of a tail ballooned bigger. After that, the cycle started over and repeated again and again as Stitch’s size soon reached a towering twenty feet tall and was still not showing any sign that he was anywhere near done or satisfied with how big he was yet. The same was true for Scratch who wanted his bro to do more than just reach the minimum height requirement for being a monster. “DEEPER!” cheered Scratch, so elated at how massive Stitch was now that he was demanding he get even larger, though at Stitch’s current hugeness he was no larger than a hamster by comparison. Stitch’s growth continued to expand his body outwards in all directions, pushing all the wreckage he caused to the four walls of the room as his body started to fill up the room. Despite still having his eyes shut to focus on his desire to monsterfy and revel in the feelings of bliss surging through every fibre of his being, Stitch was still well aware of how massive he was becoming. Even without his sight he could sense the space in the room was getting smaller and more confining by the second. He also could feel Scratch’s efforts to stimulate him had changed as his member had gone well beyond he could give him a handjob with the gap in their sizes becoming so vast. Finally, Stitch felt his head, arms, and rump press up against the walls of the shop while the soles of his feet pushed against the ceiling. There was no doubt between the two that Stitch was as big as he could get before he’d outgrow the room and start breaking the store itself from the inside out. With such an exciting notion in mind, Stitch couldn’t help but break his focus to take a gander at himself. Cracking his eyes opened, he giggled with impish joy at the sight of his all-covering mass taking up the entire store, though from his perspective it felt more like the room had gotten smaller, along with Scratch who couldn’t even get his arms around his tower of a cock anymore as it stood like a proud, great oak. “MEEGA BIG!!!” said Stitch, talking normal, but his voice had gotten deep enough that it was hard to believe he was the same creature that started out as big as Scratch was. “Bigger than big, bro!” congratulated Scratch. “Now, get ready to have a really smashing time, cause this city is your new playground and nothing is going to get in your way!” “What in the name of Alpha Centauri is going on in my store!?!” cried the yellow alien woman with four tentacles for arms and talons for feet as she opened the door to the antique shop and found she couldn’t walk inside, not while a mass of blue fluffiness blocked her way. Rubbing and tugging on the fur on Stitch’s right arm, she attempted to wrap her head around what was in her shop. “What is all this? Who’s been messing with my store?” “Looks like the shopkeeper is back,” commented Scratch. “But that’s no cause for concern. There’s nothing she can do to you when you’re this huge, bro.” “Oh, no,” whimpered Stitch as his tone changed from excited to rampage back to being timid and reserved. “Bro?” asked Scratch, feeling Stitch’s body trembling with fear and grew concerned that all his hard work was getting wrecked by such an untimely interruption. “Are you okay?” “What have I done?” Stitch cried with regret in his voice. “I lost control and became a monster!” “Yeah, and you were awesome,” Scratch reminded him, attempting to keep him from losing heart. “No! Meega was terrible!” cried Stitch, Scratch’s encouragement ineffective with Stitch’s meek personality regaining control. “Stitch naga monster! Naga monster!” “Oh, nonononono!” panicked Scratch as Stitch’s body quickly shrank back down to its original shorty size in seconds. Scratch, elevated up on Stitch’s belly, dropped to the ground and back onto his blue-furred bro with a THUD!, after his regression in size removed the gut right from under his feet. “Mmph!” groaned Scratch as he rubbed his rear after landing. Stitch did the same, only with his stomach instead. Quickly recovering, Scratch got to his feet and quickly analyzed the situation they were now in. Looking at Stitch, he had finished soothing his aching stomach and was now curled up and whimpering over all the damage he had done. Seeing him like this, Scratch sighed sadly. “It seems I was a bit hasty in thinking I could bring the old Stitch that easily. We’ll just have to keep working at it, but, for now, I guess we are done here.” “You aren’t done!” snapped the lady as she grabbed a broom and glared at Scratch as he came between her and his brother. “You two wrecked my shop and you’re going to pay and clean this place up if you know what’s good for you.” “Sorry lady, but we’ve got more important things to do,” Scratch retorted before lifting up Stitch and hurried his way to the back door with his brother slung over his shoulder. “Get back here!” she snapped and gave chase. Fortunately, for Scratch, he was much faster than her and quickly got outside through the back door. Once there, he scaled the walls of the neighboring building, a task that was simple even with one arm holding onto a whimpering Stitch. By the time the alien lady got outside, Stitch and Scratch had vanished from sight. Peeking over the edge, Scratch watched her shout and curse them out for the damage they did to her store before she stormed back in and slammed the door. Once she was gone, Scratch cackled with delight at her, now that she was no longer chasing after them with a broom. “Heeheehahahah!” he laughed. “That was sure something wasn’t it? Not quite like seeing everyone flee as you stomp down the street, but she was so mad that her face was turning orange!” “Not funny,” whimpered Stitch, continuing to mope over his actions. “I lost control. I wrecked lady’s store and got her upset.” “It’s not that big of a deal,” Scratch told Stitch as he walked over to him. “She’s probably insured for any damages in the first place. In the second, once we get you big and bad again you’ll smash this whole city flat so it’s not like wrecking her store early would even make that big of a difference in the grand scheme of things.” “Naga,” Stitch shook his head. “Meega not gonna do that anymore. Stitch no monster.” “Guess it was a good thing we didn’t try wrecking anything bigger than a store,” admitted Scratch to himself. “It would have been a big problem if Stitch reverted like this in the middle of a city-wide rampage. That would have ended badly. Which means, before we move onto any more real destruction, I’m going to need to restore Stitch entirely.” As Scratch thought this, he looked down at his cowering brother, the sight before him just a sad shell compared to what he had been doing only a short while ago. “He’ll come back in time, but for now, I think he’s wrecked enough for one day.” “Come on,” Scratch told Stitch as he bent down to offer him a piggyback ride. “Let’s go. We’re done here.” “Where do you plan to take me to now?” sniffled Stitch. “I am done destroying things.” “We’ll go wherever you want to,” promised Scratch. “I just figured you are probably tuckered out now, so I’d carry you while you took it easy. What do you say?” “And if I told you I wanted you to go away and stay out of my life?” questioned Stitch. “Would you?” Pausing for a moment to think, Scratch just lowered his head with a faint smile. “Then I’ll accept that the Stitch I knew is gone and never darken your doorway again,” he promised. “But, tell me, is that what you really want? Didn’t we just have a lot of fun?” “I didn’t say we didn’t have fun,” pointed out Stitch. “And I didn’t say I wanted you to leave me… yet.” Picking himself up and wiping his arm over his face, Stitch held onto Scratch’s shoulders and watched him hold onto his legs with his hidden set of limbs to lift him up. Stitch rested his head on his brother’s shoulder as he carefully scaled down the building from the furthest wall from the antique shop. When they reached the sidewalk, Scratch returned to casually walking, with his brother hugged him tightly, both to hold on for this piggyback ride and also due to a yearning to embrace someone while a mixture of fear and sadness was swirling around inside of him. Stitch also felt a lingering excitement from embracing being a monster, but he did his best to pay it no mind, just like he did with his dreams. “So, where should we go?” asked Scratch. “The day is still early, after all.” “Maybe stop for lunch somewhere,” suggested Stitch, his belly rumbling after all that smashing he did. “Then maybe relax in the park for a bit after that. Oh, we’re going to need to pick up something for dinner too since I didn’t expect I’d be having company over today.” “Heheh, sure thing, bro,” smiled Scratch brightly, happy that Stitch was quickly bouncing back to a happy demeanor. “Remember, I’m always gonna be there to take care of you.” “Mmhmm~” smiled Stitch as he nuzzled his brother, feeling warmth and comfort in those sincere words he spoke.