Part 3 “I still can’t believe I did all that,” commented Stitch as he and Scratch scaled the wall of the apartment building he lived in and made their way to the window of his living room. In Scratch’s extra set of arms, he was holding onto some grocery bags of the stuff they had bought while shopping. “I wrecked that whole store and broke everything in it. I acted like a real monster.” “Yeah, that was great,” chuckled Scratch before amending what he said to something more compassionate to his bro. “I mean, but you feel better now, don’t you?” Waiting for Stitch to respond, Scratch opened the window and let Stitch climb inside before joining him. “We took it easy afterwards, letting you rest at the park and we had a nice lunch too. Then we went and did your shopping and got our dinner for this evening.” “Yeah,” nodded Stitch, managing a smile as he took the bags Scratch handed him through the window and then let him come in after. “I still feel bad about what I did, but I’m starting to get over it.” “Good,” smiled Scratch as he climbed through the window and did a little flip before sticking the landing with his arms raised up. Stitch clapped, impressed by that small display of dazzle. “Before you know it, you won’t feel any guilt when you’re wrecking whole cities.” “Scratch,” argued Stitch. “Meega not doing that anymore. Meega no monster and even if meega was, that was in the past. Stitch just Stitch now.” “Fine. Fine. Whatever you say,” replied Scratch as he smirked, more than confident that this was far from the end of Stitch’s monster days. With or without him, Scratch knew it was inevitable that Stitch’s destructive urges would continue to surface, but if he could help the process along, all the better. “Well, it’s about time to get started on dinner,” commented Stitch as he brought the grocery bags into the kitchen and pulled out a tasty chunk of meat. “This pot roast will be delicious with some potatoes and carrots.” Just thinking about it, Stitch couldn’t help but salivate. “Heheh, wow,” chuckled Scratch. “You can cook?” “What did you expect when I bought all this stuff?” replied Stitch. “Did you think I’d eat this whole chunk of meat raw?” “Maybe,” admitted Scratch. “At least not to this degree anyway.” “Was I really that bad of a cook?” questioned Stitch, as he prepared the slab of meat on a pan and started to cover it with a marinating sauce before getting to work chopping and peeling the veggies to go along with it. Scratch continued to watch with great intrigue. “Not so much that you were bad,” he explained, barely able to believe he was watching his brother do anything in a kitchen other than make a mess in it. “But I’ve never seen you cook before. Either you just chomped down on everything in sight, edible or not, when you were hungry or we brought you in a bulldozer of food to satiate you before you got that hungry. Either way, I never did get to see you so much as crack an egg in the kitchen without throwing it at something to do so. Watching you now, heh, you’re actually really good at it.” “Well, I didn’t really know my way around a spatula when I first arrived on this planet,” admitted Stitch. “I had to live on things like ramen and TV dinners for a while, but eventually I got tired of that and decided to teach myself how to cook. I read a few books and took some classes and, yes, it turns out I am actually pretty good at it.” “That’s my bro,” praised Scratch, patting Stitch on the back. “A good cook and a great destroyer.” “It’ll be instant ramen for you if you keep that up,” Stitch retorted and rolled his eyes at Scratch’s endless attempts to convince him that he was a monster. “Now, if you don’t want to help me get dinner in the oven, go watch TV or something.” “Sounds good to me,” he answered and made his way to the couch, plopping his butt on one of the cushions before turning on the television. In no time at all, Stitch could hear the sound of smashing, explosions, and beastly roars. “Oooh, an all day monster movie marathon. This looks like something interesting to watch,” he faked surprise in his voice. “Saw that coming,” sighed Stitch as he kept his focus on cooking, though his ears perked up whenever he heard more of those monstrous wails blare from the speakers. “Just so you know,” Scratch called to Stitch as he checked to see what was playing afterwards and smiled with delight at seeing one monster movie playing after for hours to come. “I’m fine with eating ramen. It’ll be worth it to watch this monster mash.” Scratch looked further down the lineup and his eyes lit up and a chuckle of delight escaped his lips. “Ohohoh yeah~” “What?” asked Stitch, wondering what had Scratch so intrigued even among all those monster movies he was checking out. “Oh, it’s nothing,” he answered, while being obvious that it wasn’t. He took the broadcast lineup off the screen so that Stitch couldn’t even see what he had been looking at. “I’m just really looking forward to watching these. Care to join me? Plenty of room on this couch for two, so long as you don’t start going all big and monstery on me.” “Stupidhead,” muttered Stitch, though he found himself smiling rather than being annoyed. As he finished preparing the pot roast, he put it in the oven to slowly cook. After that, he joined Scratch on the couch till dinner was ready. He sat on the opposite end of the couch and did his best to avoid watching the images of cityscapes getting demolished by monsters stomping through them. “So, I’m guessing, if you don’t like being a monster then you don’t enjoy watching monster movies either, 626,” commented Scratch, making light conversation as they watched television. “626?” questioned Stitch as he tilted his head with intrigue. “You mean me?” “Oh, well, that’s your name, sort of,” explained Scratch. “Well, your name is Stitch, but originally you were just referred to as Experiment 626. Eventually you were given the name, ‘Stitch’ and I’m glad that you at least were able to hold onto that much of your identity.” “So there were 625 experiments before me?” pondered Stitch. “I have that many brothers besides you? I don’t think I can handle that many siblings.” “No,” Scratch shook his head. “You considered all of them your cousins. As for me… I’ll spare you the details for now. All you need to know about me is that I’m your brother.” “Hmm,” pondered Stitch as he rubbed his chin. “How can I be sure any of this is true? I can’t recall much of anything and nobody else on this planet knows who I was.” “True,” conceded Scratch as he flopped back against the couch and crossed his legs. “You can’t know if anything I tell you is the truth. I could have been making stuff up this whole time. It’s probably best that you don’t ask me any more questions before I fill your head with any more lies.” Stitch was quiet as he looked at Scratch, his eyes now focused on watching his monster movie. Scratch didn’t even turn to look at Stitch. Beyond bringing a claw to tame an itch, blinking, or breathing, he didn’t move a muscle. Stitch attempted to do the same, but a million questions had been seeded in his head and his curiosity was helping them to sprout up. Turning to Scratch once more, Stitch couldn’t resist wanting to inquire further about his origins. “Um, where did meega come from?” asked Stitch. “You want me to tell you, even if what I say might not be true?” replied Scratch, acting nonchalant, but was delighted at every instance that Stitch drew closer to him. “Well, you might not lie to me about everything,” responded Stitch. With a smile, Scratch patted the couch cushion beside the one he was seated on to encourage Stitch to move closer. Too curious to remain cautious, Stitch slid his rump over to him. “I don’t actually know the full details on that,” admitted Scratch as he wrapped an arm around Stitch’s shoulders to keep him close. “Some lab in the middle of nowhere space, I guess. But, that was mainly where you were created. For most of your life, you spent it on a little planet, in some other part of nowhere space, called ‘Earth.’” “Earth? Never heard of it,” remarked Stitch. “Well, it is quite a number of light years away from here,” chuckled Scratch. “Most intelligent life in the Universe don't even know it exists. The planet is essentially a large mudball with its dominant species barely out of the infancy stage of their development. They don’t even have manned space travel capable of reaching beyond their moon. But putting aside the fact the planet being centuries behind most of the galaxy, you still lived there and made it your home. From what I’ve learned of your life there, you lived quite happily and, for the most part, carefree.” “If I was so happy on Earth?” wondered Stitch. “Why would I have left it?” “You chose to leave,” answered Scratch, a smile spreading across his face as he pulled his blue brother closer so he could nuzzle him. “You chose me and nothing has made me as happy, not since… well, not since yesterday, when I finally found you again.” “Um,” blushed Stitch, never being embraced so lovingly before, at least not from his time on this planet. He even felt compelled to hug Scratch back, but fought against such an urge. “As I said before, I don’t know if what you’re telling me is even true. This could all just be a bunch of lies. For all I know, Earth might not even be a real planet. It doesn’t even sound the way it is spelled.” “Well, I’m only telling you what I can,” smirked Scratch as he patted Stitch on the head. He could tell Stitch was listening intently to everything he said. “Whether you believe me or not is entirely up to you, but how did you know Earth was spelled differently than it sounds? I don’t recall mentioning such a thing.” “Uh, I must have heard about it some time since I arrived here,” answered Stitch hesitantly. “And that still doesn’t mean that what you said was true.” “Yeah,” admitted Scratch. “And, sadly I have no proof to back up anything I’ve said.” “However,” he thought to himself. “There really is no need to lie anyway. Now when it’s the real you that I want back and the sooner you accept the truth, the sooner you can embrace what a monster you really are deep down.” “So… is there anything else you want to ask me?” added Scratch. “Maybe later,” Stitch decided. “For now, let’s just watch TV.” “Sounds good to meega,” nodded Scratch. “This is a good monster movie too. You’ve seen it before, but have you seen it since losing your memories and coming to this planet?” “No,” Stitch shook his head. “I don’t like monsters or their movies. You know that already.” “You’ve said that, but I have the right to not believe you just like you do with me,” retorted Scratch. “But enough chit chat, it’s about to get the really good rampage scenes and I don’t wanna miss it.” “Naga!” refused Stitch, going on the defensive again as he moved away from Scratch to the other end of the couch again. Flopping back onto it, he grumbled with annoyance. Stitch had a sour expression on his face from Scratch’s last remark. He wanted to watch the monster movie even less than he did before, at least that’s what he tried to convince himself. When he heard the sound of a building crumbling to the ground, his eyes found their way back to the screen. Seeing the building get reduced to rubble as a cloud of dust and smoke billowed up around it and the huge monster that caused the damage caused Stitch’s heart to start pounding faster with excitement. Despite finding himself compelled to watch more, Stitch tried his best not to look interested in it in the least, but, as time passed, the small, blue fur ball grew more entranced by the monster’s rampage. From laying back, he slowly started to lean forward on the couch till he was on the edge of his seat, watching with unblinking eyes. He was watching it so intensely, that he had forgotten what he had been so grumpy or that he had even been grumpy at all. He couldn’t even recall that he was supposed to hate these kinds of movies or that he was trying to prove that he wasn’t the Stitch that Scratch kept saying he was. Looking at his brother so easily hooked on the sight of rampaging behemoths, Scratch merely smiled, expecting such an outcome from the start. “That’s it, Stitch,” thought Scratch as he watched his brother stare at the television like a little kid entranced with their favorite show. “Just watch the destruction. Imagine yourself in the monster’s shoes and embrace your true nature.” Little by little, Scratch butt wiggled his way back towards Stitch who remained much too focused on the TV to even notice that they were next to one another once more. Seeing the joyful expression on his brother’s face as he watched the chaos and screams on the TV, Scratch rubbed Stitch’s back and then moved up to gently run his claws around the back of his head as he sighed with nostalgia. “I really did miss our time together,” he said to himself with a warm smile on his face. “And I’m so glad we’re together again.” Stitch didn’t respond. He just kept on watching and enjoying himself. Peeking down between Stitch’s legs, Scratch could see his cock had also poked out in response to the excitement the monster-in-the-making was feeling for the carnage he was consuming with his retinas. Though he felt tempted to jerk Stitch off as he watched, Scratch restrained himself. Deviously grinning ear to ear, he could feel his own heart racing, knowing it was not the time for that. “Not yet. I wanna save that for when I have Stitch watch a very special monster movie.” As time passed, Stitch’s pot roast finished cooking in the oven. With the small, blue alien cook still too engrossed in his second monster movie nearing its climax, Scratch took it upon himself to get up and retrieve it from the stove before it got dried out and burnt. Slipping on some oven mitts, he pulled out the pot roast and placed it on top of the oven. Next, cutting the tender meat, he filled two plates and piled on some of the veggies onto them as well, though he gave Stitch more than double the portion he gave himself and left the bulk of the meat and veggies in the pan for when they would want more helpings. Finally, getting a drink from the fridge, Scratch poured two glasses for him and his brother to quench their thirst with. “There we go,” Scratch whispered to himself as he held the two filled cups in his hands and let his hidden set of appendages out to grab the plates. With something in each of his four arms Scratch made his way back to the couch and offered one set to Stitch while he took the other and sat back down again. Stitch accepted his meal without taking his eyes off the screen, placing the plate on his lap while he kept the glass in hand. Though Scratch hadn’t brought them forks and knives to eat with, that didn’t stop him from using his hands to grab as his food and stuffing it into his face. Turning to Stitch, his mind too lost in the movie to even think, he started to eat in the same manner. Smirking a bit, Scratch continued to eat and the two gobbled up their food as the third monster movie started to play. “Mmm, this is really good,” admitted Scratch as he savored the succulent flavor of the meat before swallowing. He then plucked another chunk of meat from his plate to do the same. Stitch on the other hand, just stuffed more and more of his meal into his maw as he chewed, filling his mouth up till his cheeks were bulging before he finally swallowed it all in one throat-bulging gulp. After that, he chugged a few gulps of his drink, let out a belch and stuffed his face with meat anew. “That’d beast, Stitch,” Scratch silently praised his brother’s gluttonous manner of eating. Shifting his focus to the TV for the first time since sitting down again, he checked what was playing. “Oh, that’s right. The Beast that ate Rogul IX is on now. Heh. Can’t ask for a more perfect movie to watch while stuffing our faces, if I do say so myself.” Stitch didn’t answer with words, but he did let out a devious impish chuckle that warmed Scratch’s heart to hear. Reclining a bit as he worked to eat up what remained of his meat, enjoying every bit of it while he divided his attention between both the movie and his brother’s binging. When Scratch finally managed to empty his plate, he went to refill it and he did the same for Stitch when he finished licking his own plate clean. With the greatest of swiftness, Scratch returned Stitch’s plate to him, filled with as much as he had eaten pior and even a bit more. With plate in hand once more, Stitch went right back to stuffing his cheeks full, eating with an appetite that was far more beastly and insatiable than he normally displayed. “More and more,” thought Scratch as he admired the smile on Stitch’s maw as he munched up his meal while his saliva overflowed and ran down his chin. “You’re looking like your old self.” “So sad,” sniffled Stitch, a pile of tissues on the floor in front of him and on the couch beside him. They were wet with either tears or mucus as he let all his sorrow out into them one after another. Scratch sat beside him with a box of tissues on his lap and one in his hand, waiting for when his sobbing brother was in need of another. “Poor Destructilator. All he wanted to do was obliterate everything and anything on the planet and those terrible tiny bugs had to stop him.” Taking the tissue from Scratch, he pressed it to his honker and blew into it, his nostrils blaring as he unloaded more snot and sorrow into it. “It’s just not fair!” “There, there,” Scratch patted Stitch’s back to comfort him. “Not all monster movies end happily… from the monster’s perspective, but I’m happy you’re able to relate to those titanic terrors again.” “Huh?” asked Stitch, grabbing yet another tissue to dry his eyes. “I am?” “Yeah,” nodded Scratch as he went on. “I can’t imagine many would feel so strongly for a monster that their defeat would bring tears to their eyes like it did yours just now. I mean, normally that would never happen, unless you truly loved big, destructive monsters and just want them to be able to rampage to their heart’s content. Can you still deny that you do, after unloading about a pound of nose goo out of your snoz?” “Well… maybe I don’t dislike monsters as much as I thought I did,” admitted Stitch, blushing a bit. “And their movies aren’t half bad either.” “I’m glad you feel that way,” smirked Scratch, eyeing Stitch’s crotch where his erection was still standing as tall and proud as ever. “Cause what’s on next is what I’d consider the best monster movie out there.” “If we’re going to watch it, we should go get our dinner first,” Stitch told him. “It should be done by now.” “It was done and eaten over an hour ago,” chuckled Scratch, surprised that Stitch really didn’t realize he had eaten several plates of pot roast. Placing a paw on his stuffed gut, he smiled with delight. “Mmm, and it was fantastic. I’ll have to have you cook more often, bro.” “You pig!” cried Stitch. “You ate that whole pot roast?” “Well, some of it,” cackled Scratch as he moved his hand from his own bulging belly to the even larger one that Stitch was sporting. “You ate most of it.” “I-I did?” he asked, barely able to believe it, but seeing how big his belly was and how stuffed he realized he felt, the evidence made this truth undeniable. “You sure did,” nodded Scratch, giving Stitch’s gut a few pats. “So, if I’m a pig for the little bit I ate, what does that make you?” “I really did eat it,” Stitch accepted, too shocked by this truth to humor Scratch’s question. “I didn’t even notice that I did.” Turning to the window, he saw the sky was dark and getting closer to pitch black with every passing second. “I didn’t even realize how late it’s gotten. How long have I been sitting here?” “Just a few hours, but this is hardly the first time you’ve vegged out,” Scratch assured him. “There were times when you’d be up for days, going as long as a full week where you’d be immersed in monster mania and not even realize it.” Scratch let out a happy sigh. “Now you’re really starting to feel like your old self to me. It shouldn’t be much longer now.” “N-Naga!” Stitch shook his head, but with all the surprising emotions he had gone through after watching several unblinking hours worth of monster movies, he couldn’t turn his face away in disgust anymore. Just thinking about monsters, their size, their power, and their lack of restraint and restrictions excited him. It made his heart pound wildly and caused his cock to twitch with euphoria as Scratch teasingly rubbed it. “Sc-Scratch!” blushed Stitch, fumbling about when he realized what his brother was doing. “T-Take your paws off my dick!” “But I’m helping you out,” he answered with a smirk, finding Stitch’s blushy face adorable, encouraging him to caress his length more. “And, just in case you didn’t notice this either, you were hard for hours, ever since you started getting into watching monster movies. Now it’s finally time to make up for what we didn’t get to finish earlier. Time to give you that oh so satisfying climax.” “C-Come on Scratch,” whimpered Stitch as he tried to get his digits off of his dick, but he couldn’t find the strength to get his hand to pudge. More worryingly to Stitch, it felt so good that he didn’t have the desire to make him stop either. “Can’t we just go back to watching monster movies?” “Oh, I insist that you watch this next one,” he replied, moving closer to whisper into Stitch’s ear and force him to listen more intently. “Because I especially want you to see this one.” Still attempting to push Scratch away, Stitch’s attention became drawn in by the television once more as the next monster movie started to play and the title appeared on the screen. “The Big, Blue Terror,” read Stitch. The title did not sound like it was anything special compared to what he had already watched, yet something about it felt oddly familiar to him. Things quickly took an even more intriguing turn as a massive, blue foot came crashing down upon the screen, that made it go black with a heart-pounding BOOM!!! Staring in awe, Stitch didn’t need a second glance to know that the foot he just saw was one he knew all too well. It was his foot. There was no mistaking the shape of his sole or those stubby digits he had for toes. “Remembering something,” grinned Scratch as he felt Stitch’s attempts at resistance faded away as soon as he realized that the monster movie they were watching was one about him. “Judging from the look on your face, you already know what this is. It’s a movie about the greatest monster of all, you.” “I was in a monster movie?” asked Stitch, unable to look away as Scratch continued to jerk him off and urge some pre out of his cock. “So, when you said I was a monster, you meant I played one in a movie?” “No, you were a monster, a real one that destroyed whole planets on your rampages,” he assured his horny bro. “And this is not like the other monster movies you just watched. It’s footage was compiled from various cameras that recorded your past rampages and managed to survive. It was broadcast on the intergalactic news as you went from planet to planet, destroying as you pleased. We collected all the clips of it we could to watch you in action over and over again and argue over which were your finest moments. Oh, they were great times we had together and now, lucky for us, someone else did the same thing, but went a step further to turn your finest moments into a full length monster movie. I wanted to show you this at some point, but I didn’t know where I could get a copy, but now, as if the Universe was doing all it could to help bring the monster inside of you out, it has appeared before us at such a perfect time.” “The Universe does work in mysterious ways,” admitted Stitch, no longer trying to resist his brother as he jerked him off, urging pre out of his cockhead to help increase the pleasure. “Heh. It sure does,” agreed Scratch, helping Stitch to lay back while he continued to rub his dick and fondle his balls while being unhindered. “And everyone else also watching this movie, they probably don’t know that the monster in it was real or simply believe that he is long gone. Just imagine the look on their faces when they realize that the sequel is coming out soon and it’s gonna be bigger and badder than ever.” “Ohhh…” moaned Stitch, already transfixed with the movie as he watched his enormous self stomping towards a city, grinning ear to ear. “Yeah,” chuckled Scratch. He could feel his dick throbbing more rapidly while his pulse and breathing hastened as well. “Don’t bother listening to me drone on. Just tune everything out around you and immerse yourself in the movie. Relive what you were and become that again. Become a monster, Stitch. Become the Big, Blue Terror.” Unable to keep from staring at the screen, the images Stitch saw felt so familiar to him. Bits and pieces of memories started to flood Stitch’s mind as he watched the scenes. The feeling of crushed vehicles and debris under his feet, the sensation of steel, concrete, and stone crumbling, bending, and breaking against his unstoppable might had him flexing his muscles as he felt such overwhelming power within him. The screams and sirens going off as all the tiny insects scampered around his feet in complete terror was like a symphony being played solely for him. All of that filled Stitch with a warm and fuzzy sensation he had only ever felt when he dreamt of such things. Bullets, bombs, laser weapons, and missiles were fired upon him from the populace he was ravaging. He was being attacked by every able body, from the police force to citizens courageous enough to stand up to him and foolish enough to think anything could stop Stitch. Soon enough even the planet’s military armada arrived to also attempt to eradicate the monster with all the power they had at their disposal. However, despite their best efforts their weapons were only able to sting Stitch’s skin and singe his fur. Some of their weapons weren’t even that effective and merely bounced off his body, tickling Stitch enough to get him to unleash a demoralizing cackle at them. However, that devilish laugh didn’t compare to something else that made the planet’s defense force lose all hope of stopping Stitch. While the Big Blue Terror’s body proved completely indestructible to whatever they threw at him, that didn’t mean that all those missiles, lasers, and cannon fire failed to do anything at all, just nothing that hindered him. Instead, all the energy that was bombarded at Stitch absorbed into his body and triggered another ability he possessed, making him grow ever larger and destructive. With every volley they hit Stitch with his mass increased by leaps and bounds, making him more monstrously massive till the tallest buildings around him were merely waist high to him and slowly the fluffy, blue alien was outsizing them even more. Eventually, they lost heart entirely and attempted to retreat while the big, blue beast was still smashing up the city. Unfortunately for them, Stitch quickly took notice that missiles were no longer bombarding his backside and he turned to see them fleeing. Not willing to let them leave the massacre while it was still going on, Stitch leapt over their entire force, getting behind them and causing the planet to quake and crack as he landed. Letting out a beastly roar, Stitch attacked the force, not allowing the sore losers to leave before he got his turn to fight back. Stomping on military vehicles, and swatting planes out of the sky, Stitch annihilated the army with ease and felt the same blissful enjoyment he got from destroying the city. He then turned to a battleship that had been stationed out at sea, many miles away, though, to Stitch, that was nothing more than a short walk through some knee-deep water. With the land and air forces effortlessly eradicated, he headed on over to the ship as it desperately tried to get away, but its efforts to escape were as meaningless as all the others. Stitch caught up and picked the entire boat out of the water like it was a bathtime toy. Licking his chops, he folded the metal ship in half and stuffed it into his maw to munch it up as a snack. All the remaining warheads in the ship went off in response to them getting crushed by his chompers, but beyond making his cheeks puff up and smoke billowing out of his maw, Stitch was still completely unharmed and even gained another brief growth spurt. Tilting his head back and opening his maw wider, the monster stuffed the military ship into his maw and swallowed it with a single gulp, leaving the large chunk of scrap metal to have its final voyage in the stomach acid of his belly. Stitch followed this up with a loud belch that echoed across the planet and then a monstrous roar as he beat his chest wildly. With the planet’s pathetic defense annihilated, Stitch was now ready to finish the rampaging he had already started. Making his way back to the city to finish, he purposefully kicked up some tsunamis and watched as they obliterated everything on the coast line as he leisurely made his way back to land and then over to what still stood of the city. “More! More!” Stitch bellowed with pure bliss in his eyes as he swung his arms, kicked his feet, and swung his ass about to topple the buildings like they were made of styrofoam. The only downside to being as powerful as he was was that it meant his fun was bound to end a lot sooner than he wanted it to. Rampaging more fiercely as he yearned for the mayhem to go on, Stitch wailed out like a spoiled child throwing a tantrum. “Meega wanna smash more! And more and more and more and MOAR!!!” “More! And more!” murred Stitch as he squirmed about on the couch, his mind reveling in his memories while his body looked ready to get up and start wrecking anything it could get its claws on. Despite not wanting to hold his brother back, Scratch decided it was better to keep Stitch restrained from blindly rampaging around and end up destroying his own apartment in the process. “Yeah, that was some nice work you did there,” chuckled Scratch as he did his best to pin Stitch down with three of his arms while the force was wrapped around his dick to keep on jerking him off and send extra euphoria through his system and increase the bliss Stitch was basking in even more. Scratch briefly turned to watch the screen and smirked with delight to see Stitch bodyslam right over city hall and the surrounding area and leave a crate of his body behind as he rose back up. “And the camera sure does love watching you play.” “Mmm,” murred Stitch nodding. “Playing so much fun. Smashing so much fun. Being a monster so much fun.” “That it is,” agreed Scratch, rubbing Stitch underneath his chin to pamper him some more. “And nobody is better at being one than you. Now, how about showing me more of that monster side of you again, just like when you were playing in that shop earlier? You can do that, can’t you?” “Ih,” nodded Stitch, continuing to let the flow of wonderful sensations and pleasure flow through him as he embraced it. Doing so, Stitch felt a powerful warmth fill his body that was just like how he felt during his time demolitioning the antique store. Heart pounding hard in his chest, Stitch murred loudly as his body pulsed and began to grow larger, much to Scratch’s delight. “Good,” praised Scratch, still jerking Stitch off as his dick swelled in size too, forcing his paw to widen to wrap around the whole thing. “Keep on focusing on those feelings. Your unquenchable thirst for destruction, all those wonderful sounds, smells, and sights that come with wrecking a city, and, of course, that bliss of absolute power you possess, meaning you are able to wreck this whole Universe and there is not a damn thing anybody can do to stop you.” “Mmmm~” moaned Stitch, louder than ever. He smiled big as he listened to Scratch’s words that served to help him embrace the monster within him that was more and more returning to the surface with every extra inch of size he gained. “Now, let it out!” demanded Scratch, raising his voice to add more impact to his words. “Tell me what you are!” “Meega BIG, POWERFUL, MONSTER!!!” roared Stitch, his size spiking with each of those words. Almost instantly, the blue alien grew to the size of the couch and then some. Scratch reacted fast enough to get on top of Stitch before he gut squished beneath his backside and went on to rubbing and licking over Stitch’s massive cock that was now longer and thicker than himself. “Come on now,” snickered Scratch as the couch creaked and groaned under all of Stitch’s bulk. His cock was throbbing and close to spurting. Gently, the smaller brother kept on coaxing the pleasure on, but he was cautious to not overdo it so Stitch didn’t spurt and lose his pleasure spurt high. “I saw you get even bigger than this earlier.” “Meega big~” murred Stitch blissfully, but speaking calmly again, but his voice was deeper at his current hugeness. “Yeah, but you can get bigger than this, Stitch,” continued Scratch as he walked onto Stitch’s chest and rested on his belly as he gazed at Stitch’s big, beautiful, smiling mug. Reaching forward, he scratched more at Stitch’s chin, hearing him murr and cause his upper body to vibrate. “Heheh, you always enjoyed getting scratched there, but like I just said, you were bigger than this earlier today and that was also only a tiny fraction of the overall collasalness you have reached in the past. Now, what’s holding you back? Are you afraid of breaking your couch? Well, don’t worry about it. If anything, smashing your own things should be the easiest, most guilt-free stuff you can break. Also, it’s an ugly couch, so I say smash it flat under that ass of yours!” “Mmph! Ungh! N-Naga,” Stitch shook his head as much as he tried, his growth didn’t start again. “No can grow bigger.” “You’re becoming more and more like your old self, but till you’re complete, I guess you won’t be able to control your size at will. Right now, you need a little coaxing to help bring it out of you,” figured Scratch as he returned to rubbing Stitch’s penis to send more ripples of pleasure through his body. “Luckily, you have me and I’m more than happy to help make you the best monster you can be. Now show me what you’ve got! Let me hear the monster roar!” Muscles tightening as he felt the pleasure flowing through his body, Stitch clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth before opening wide to let out a monstrous cry. “GRRRAAARRRGGGHHH!!!!!!” he erupted, his size increasing the whole time he shouted at the top of his lungs. Partway through, the couch finally gave in and gut crushed beneath his fluffy, blue hide. A few seconds later, Stitch’s size stopped once more, keeping his bigness confined to just small enough to still fit in the room. After that, Stitch’s dick throbbed as his climax finally arrived. The massive meat log pulsed a few times and then finally unleashed several big loads of seed that painted the ceiling in a sticky, cream-colored mess. Sighing with bliss upon relieving all that overwhelming lust, Stitch relished the lingering moments of that ecstasy as his dick softened and retreated back inside of him. However, even as his lust high started to fade, his size remained as big as ever. “Morcheeba,” observed Scratch as he looked over at Stitch’s behemoth build and then focused on his expression, still so content-looking. “The bigness is still lacking, but this is at least a bit of progress.” “Progress?” asked Stitch as he yawned and rubbed his eyes and started to awaken from his pleasure-induced trance. “What progress? What Scratch talking about?” Stitch paused as he lifted up his head and saw his brother was standing atop his chest. He stared down at Stitch, silent too and just gave him a little wave which Stitch returned. “Uh, how Scratch get so small?” “I didn’t get small,” explained Scratch. “You got big, Stitch. Don’t you remember?” “Well, yeah, but that was just another of those wet dreams I have from time to time,” explained Stitch. “I must still be dreaming.” “Dreaming, huh,” smirked Scratch as he hopped off of Stitch and gave that big, blue buttocks of his brother’s a firm pinch. “Ogata!” cried Stitch, flailing about and causing the building to shake. “That hurt!” “If that hurt,” Scratch informed him. “Then it means you are awake and this is all real. You really did grow huge, you really did coat your ceiling in seed, and you really did crush that ugly couch under that wonderful, blue patookie of yours.” “I did?!?” cried Stitch, growing more alarmed before a glob of his seed on the ceiling dropped onto his head. Looking up to see the mess, he carefully rolled out from under it, but accidentally smashing his TV and the stand it was on in the process. He got off the broken set to see it smashed and then he looked at the pancake that was his couch. “Choota, my TV… my couch.” “Gaa ika tasoopa? The TV was an old model with a cracked screen and a bunch of dead pixels and as I said before, the couch was ugly,” Scratch told him. “Yeah, but they were the only ones I had,” Stitch explained. “Well, with your power, you can get a new TV and couch whenever you want,” Scratch told Stitch. “But why bother with that when you’re just getting started on your big return to monsterdom.” “Because Stitch no monster,” Stitch explained. “Maybe Stitch like monster movies and maybe Stitch a story tall now, but Stitch still Stitch.” “And Stitch is a monster,” added Scratch much to Stitch’s frustration. “Naga! Naga! Naga!” argued Stitch, pounding his fist and making a lot of noise. “Meega naga monster!” With all the racket Stitch was causing, it was quickly followed by the rushing of footsteps to his apartment. Immediately after, came an irritated banging at his door and a ton of angry voices demanding to know what was all the commotion going on at this time of night. “Looks like we upset your neighbors,” commented Scratch, the smirk on his face showing zero signs of guilt at doing so. “Well, when they get one look at the big, bad, blue you they’ll back off. Or, you could go full monster and kweesta this whole building. That certainly wouldn’t be a bad way to finish off the night.” “Naga kweesta,” worried Stitch. “Stitch won’t do that and Stitch can’t let them see meega like this. I never caused trouble for my neighbors before, but now I’ve done this and at meega current size I’ve easily surpassed the occupancy limit for this apartment. Meega need to get smaller again.” “Well, I’d prefer to see you monster around more, but if that’s why you want then just shrink yourself back down,” said Scratch. “I can do that?” asked Stitch, quickly growing more invested in what Scratch had to say. “Sure, you should be able to adjust your body mass between your base size and your maximum or at least what you’re currently at right now. At least, the old you could. Currently, it takes a fair amount of help on my part just to get you this big, but this still isn’t bad for a day’s worth of effort.” Stitch glared at Scratch with an annoyed look, still not completely thrilled with how his brother was trying to help him when it resulted in so many problems, but with Stitch didn’t have time to be angry, not when his neighbors already were. “Accata,” decided Stitch as the shouting and banging outside his door was growing louder and more impatient for an answer to the commotion he had caused. “I’ll try. What do I do?” “Basically just focus on the size you want to be and your body should do the rest. Got that, bro?” “Ih,” nodded Stitch as he closed his eyes and focused on his original small size. As he did, he could feel his massive body feeling lighter. Taking a peek, he saw he was returning to his normal mass, allowing him to get back onto his feet and make his way to his door. By the time he grabbed the handle he was all back to his regular proportions. Taking one last look behind him, Stitch took notice of his wrecked TV and couch and all his seed on the ceiling that was now dripping all over his floor as well. Not in the mood to have to explain all that, Stitch took a deep breath as he prepared to quickly go out and shut the door behind him to ensure nobody saw any of that. “I still say you should just go monster on them,” Scratch chimed in, but Stitch shook his head refusingly and then swiftly opened the door and went to deal with his neighbors. “Ohufi. Did we disturbed you?” he spoke to them through all their shouts. “Soka, our bad.” “Yes, I know we were too loud.” We were watching some monster movies, my brother and I.” “He just arrived this morning. He’s an… interesting fellow.” “Yeah, no question there. He’s an ika patooka.” “I’ll make sure to get him to tone things down.” “You won’t hear another peep from us. I promise.” More than ten exhausting minutes later, Stitch had finally convinced the last of his neighbors that they wouldn’t be disturbed further. Mentally drained from all that, Stitch went back inside his apartment to flop down onto his couch, only to remember it was no more. He had to settle for just a cushion that was luckily large enough at his current proportions. “That definitely wasn’t fun,” Scratch stated the obvious. “Still a shame you didn’t go all rawr rawr grr on them, but we’ll work on it.” “Naga,” moaned a very weary Stitch. “We won’t be dealing with any more of this monster business because I’ve decided that you are going and you’re gonna go now!” “You’re really gonna do it?” asked Scratch. “You’re going to make me leave?” “Ih!” nodded Stitch. “You promised that if I wanted you to leave and never come back that you would. Now I’m telling you. Meega-o-itume!” “Telling me what now?” Scratched asked, clearly playing dumb. “I didn’t quite catch that with all your mumbling.” “Leave meega alone,” Stitch told him louder and perfectly clear. “Uh, one more time,” he went on, waving his paw to signal for Stitch to be a little louder. Though Stitch was hesitant to be loud and risk bothering his neighbors more, if it meant getting rid of Scratch, he was willing to yell. Getting up, fists clenched, Stitch barked out, “Meega-o-itume!” In his outburst, Stitch felt his size swell up a couple of feet. Immediately, a panicked look spread across his face as Scratch simply smirked and approached him. “Seems you are starting to realize it now,” Scratch stated as he looked over Stitch. “Your monster side is active, even if the memories of your past are still fragmented. As I explained earlier, when you feel strongly enough, you can trigger your growth without even meaning to.” “N-Naga,” whimpered Stitch, losing heart fast to his brother’s words. This time,” he went on. “It was only a little, but who knows what’ll happen in the future. You can no longer deny those destructive urges within you. Sure, I may have helped hasten the process to this point, but you know that if I never arrived here that this was going to still happen to you at some point.” “St-stop it,” begged Stitch, covering his ears, not wanting to hear any more. “In time, you’ll revert to your true self, a giant, unstoppable monster with an endless appetite for destruction. Yuuga nala kweesta this city and the rest of the planet, but after that, you’d be left with nothing but yourself and your endless desire to rampage. You wouldn’t have anybody left who understands you or to keep you company. I can’t say that’s a problem for all monsters, but I know it’s not something that you want.” “N-n-nobody?” asked Stitch meekly, trembling in fear. While Stitch was worried about the monster within him bit by bit making its way out, just the thought of being all alone was sending a chill right through him to his core. “There’s only been one who did understand you, all of you,” explained Scratch. “Me. I am both your brother and your handler. When you would go full monster, my voice was the only one that could reach you and no matter what happened, I promised to be by your side and take care of you and I was good to my word. Even when we were separated I did all I could to find you and I’ve returned to be there for you once more. But now, if you no longer want me around, I’ll fulfill that promise to you and go away forever.” Walking to the door, Scratch started to leave. Inside, Stitch felt himself getting torn up. He had so many conflicting emotions telling him what he should do. There was so much fear, sorrow, and confusion, but he also felt love, comfort, and excitement from his brother. Stitch didn’t know if letting his brother stay was the right choice. He didn’t know if it was really only a matter of time before he gave in completely to his monster side or if he could learn to suppress it indefinitely, but none of that went into what Stitch finally decided to do. Scratch was his brother, the only family he had and something in his heart was telling him he couldn’t lose that. Just as Scratch grabbed the door’s handle, Stitch sprang into action and grabbed his brother from behind and hugged him to hold him back. “Naga!” begged Stitch. “Iki boh boh! Meega don’t wanna be alone.” “Are you sure?” asked Scratch. “If I stay, I’m only going to do all I can to hasten you back to your old self. Without me, you could possibly fight your urges for quite a while. With me, it could only be days till I have you smashing this city and moving on to all the others.” “Meega know,” sniffed Stitch. “But meega can’t help but feel excited for that. M-Meega nala kweesta, but meega not wanna do that… alone. So… Stitch do it… Stitch be kaphong if it mean Scratch stay. Stitch want brother to stay.” “Then I’m not going anyway,” promised Scratch, much to Stitch’s delight. Tearing up a bit, Stitch returned to his normal size once more and let out a yawn. Scratch smiled warmly, seeing Stitch was tuckered out after all that went on today. “Come on now, you big, bad monster,” cooed Scratch as he helped lead Stitch to his bedroom. “Time for you to go nighty night. Even monsters need their rest.” “Tomorrow…” yawned Stitch as he was put into bed and tightly tucked in. “Kata baka dooka?” “You want to destroy?” asked a surprised Scratch, not expecting Stitch to suddenly ask him such a thing. “J-Just a little bit,” Stitch added. “Maybe another small store. It was kinda fun doing that.” “Okie-taka,” smiled Scratch as he rubbed Stitch’s head and gave his cheek a small kiss. “Just leave it to me and I promise you that tomorrow will be a day where you’ll have nothing but a big smile on your face.” Stitch replied with a snore on his grinning mug. “Heheh. Sleep tight ya lil monster.”