Part 4

With all the monster movies and everything else Stitch had gone through 
yesterday, it was
little surprise for the blue alien to find himself in another of his 
nightmares. This one however,
was different from his other ones that simply involved him growing larger as 
his rampage
through some nameless city progressed. From the start, he was not surrounded by 
tall,
concrete structures and standing on a road with countless parked cars just 
waiting for him to
toss while he was small and stomp on once his feet went up several hundred shoe 
sizes.

Instead, he was in a more rural area with only residential houses around that 
he could easily
reduce to rubble before he’d surpass ten feet tall.

Seeing them, Stitch couldn’t feel his heart race in the slightest. However, in 
the distance, a
short trek from him in his current size and a handful of ground-splitting 
stomps with him at
skyscraper proportions, was a city more worthy to be rampaged by a monster of 
his calibre.
But,     as Stitch continued to gaze upon it, he didn’t feel his usual urges 
that made his lips curl, his
blood rush, and his crotch tingle. He didn’t start rushing at it, growing 
larger with each step and
even turned away from it without giving it so much as a second thought.

“What am I doing?” 626 wondered, seeing the world through Dream Stitch’s eyes 
and feeling
what he did, but couldn’t participate beyond being a spectator as he went along 
for the ride.
“Why am I not trying to flip over buildings and crush cars with my patookie?”

“Yaka tak,” came a voice that Stitch instantly recognized as Scratch’s. Turning 
to see him, he
was hurrying over. This was the first time his brother was in one of his dreams 
adding to the
intrigue at what was going to happen this time. Stitch could feel a bit of 
excitement course
through his body as his brother approached him looking equally in the mood to 
have some fun.
“Tooki bah wah bah. Time to play Kaphong.”

“We are playing monster?” asked Stitch,a big smile spreading on his face from 
the
suggestion. “But we don’t have anything we can destroy.”

“Just leave that to me,” Scratch replied with a confident smile that also had a 
bit of
deviousness in the twinkle of his eye. Stitch had no clue what Scratch had in 
mind, but he
watched    as Scratch revealed the two long protrusions of antennae emerge from 
his skull. Next,
concentrating a little, they began to glow blue before a beam fired out from 
them and started to
create miniature buildings in the ground the beam swept across. At their 
current size, Stitch and
Scratch were already towering over the structures, making them appear like 
giant monsters from
contrast.

“Can he really do this or is this just part of my dream?” wondered Stitch as he 
looked at the
buildings and found that they were detailed to appear just as real as the 
actual, full-sized
structures. They still lacked people and the buildings felt hollow to the touch 
and far easier to
wreck than the real McCoy, but it was still an impressive faux metropolis that 
Scratch created
nonetheless.


Before Stitch was able to finish viewing the place, however, a roar from his 
brother, followed
quickly by the smashing of a building drew his attention back to Scratch. He 
watched as he
stomped on the building and reduced it to rubble before swinging his fist right 
through another
building to break it in half. Watching it collapse into a pile of itself, 
Scratch couldn’t stifle a
snicker and at what he had done. After doing that, he stopped wrecking and 
looked at Stitch.

“Stitchy’s turn,” Scratch said, pointing at him. Stitch looked at his 
surroundings, seeing what
there was to break and spent a few moments deciding where to begin, but he 
didn’t make a
move on any of the breakables. He could feel his usual impulses to destroy, but 
he wasn’t
acting on them. Seeing this, Scratch approached Stitch to pat him on the back. 
“Heegata no
feebee,” he encouraged him with a smile. “It’s just a game. Just try to have 
fun.”

Cracking a smile and nodding happily, Stitch replied with a simple, “Ih,” 
before making a fist
that he used to punch through a building like Scratch had done before. Pulling 
his arm up, he
broke through several floors and then the ceiling with effortless ease. Smile 
stretching wider,
Stitch then dropped his fist back down to hammer the remains of the structure 
and admire the
first pile of rubble he created like it was a work of art.

Turning toward Scratch, his brother gave him a thumbs up of approval. “There 
you go. Now,
let’s keep on playing,” he encouraged his fellow, blue monster.

“Ih,” agreed Stitch with a joyful as well as naughty cackle in his voice as 
they went about
destroying the rest of the fake town surrounding them. They wrecked, broke and 
demolished
everything in sight, either through pure intention or accidentally in their 
efforts to destroy
something else. Either way, the once great faux city that Scratch had made mere 
minutes ago
now looked in almost absolute ruin as they worked to finish off the last bits 
still standing.

The more destruction Stitch caused, the more he discovered how much he truly 
enjoyed it.
Of course, he knew he had been created for the very purpose of being a 
destructive monster
that’d wreck anything and everything he came into contact with, but for so long 
this genetic
desire to destroy had been restrained and neglected for so long that his 
original programming
had been deeply buried in his subconscious and all but forgotten. Now, however, 
while having

some innocent fun with his bro, those destructive yearning had begun to leak 
out, giving Stitch a
taste for destruction that would eventually turn into a hunger for it once this 
game of theirs
proved insufficient to satisfy him anymore.

Scratch kept an eye on Stitch, snickering with devilish glee as the desired 
effect of their fun
was working even better than he could have hoped. With just the destruction of 
one fake city,
his brother was already returning to his more violent nature, at least while 
viewing what he was
doing as a harmless game. Looking into the distance, where the real deal was, 
he snickered at
the thought of Stitch going on a rampage through that at proportions to match 
how he was to
their model city. However, returning his focus to Stitch who had run out of 
buildings to break


and had nothing left to stomp but rubble into smaller bits of debris, the high 
he had been getting
was waning away with his interest.

“Better give him a few more warm up rounds to make sure he’ll be itching to get 
his
destructive digits on a real city,” Scratch figured. “Good thing he’s such a 
fast learner. Heh, but
what else should I expect from my bro.”

Stitch had watched himself from within his own body as he wrought havoc on that 
miniature
city in much the same way he always dreamt himself rampaging before. He could 
feel swelling
excitement as his blood was pumping adrenaline throughout his body while a 
slight tingle from
his  crotch was increasing with pleasure the more he embraced this side of 
himself. The best
way that Stitch could describe this whole thing, it was like seeing himself 
discovering his love of
being a rampaging monster for the first time. When that thought came to 
Stitch’s mind, he
couldn’t help but feel a throbbing ache in his heart as well as one in his head 
that the Stitch he
was seeing the world through wasn’t able to feel. Instead, he just waddled 
about the wreckage
in search of anything still remotely resembling a building to stomp to dust.

“What is going on with this dream?” Stitch pondered as the pain he felt made 
him feel like
he’d be crying if he was the one in control of his body. “Isn’t this just 
another one of my monster
dreams? It certainly does excite me like one, but why does it also make me ache 
too? Is it
because this feels so… familiar? Could this be a memory of before?”

“Ready for more?” Scratch asked his brother, seeing him a bit down that their 
game seemed
to be at an end.

“Ih,” nodded Stitch, his ears perking up as soon as he heard that and abandoned 
the pile of
debris he was stomping into a fine powder to return to his brother’s side. “You 
can use your
power to rebuild it?”

“Oh, I can do more than that,” he assured Stitch, patting his shoulder in a 
supportive manner.
“Just watch this~”

Cracking his knuckles to show the kid gloves were coming off, Scratch used his 
powers once
more to put it all back together, only making it a far vaster metropolis. The 
debris melted away
and in its place emerged new buildings that rose up over top of Stitch and 
Scratch’s heads. By
the time it finished, the city was easily twice as vast as its predecessor and 
had plenty more to
offer than just buildings and cars. Looking around, Stitch saw that the larger 
scale allowed for
bridges, planes, and ships to be added about for their destructive amusement. 
There were
even some trains complete with tracks to run on, though they remained as idle 
as everything
else Scratch could create from thin air.

Gazing at it all with starry eyes, Stitch felt as excited as a kid in a candy 
store. Scratch couldn’t
help but giggle, seeing how overjoyed he had made his brother. “Will this do 
for our second
round of Kaphong?”


“Meega, nala kweesta!” exclaimed Stitch, blushing and covering his muzzle for 
saying such a
thing so loudly despite very few even away what that translated too. “Uh, I 
mean, Ih,” amended
Stitch as he resumed being a monster and started destroying everything around 
him anew.

Right away, he found fresh excitement in rampaging through a fresh city, 
especially one that
was going to require that much more effort to wreck it. With how his heart 
raced and his
muscles tightened, Stitch was more than motivated enough to give this game of 
theirs a
hundred and ten percent of his all to let it experience the wrath of a kaiju.

Scratch held back a bit as he watched Stitch proceed to drag his claws through 
a series of
buildings and cause them to weaken and collapse one after another. “Chi 
meetoh,” he quietly
spoke, observing Stitch fully enjoy being a monster and breaking things. He 
watched as he
played around with a boat and a plane like they were toys before he smashed the 
two into one
another and demolished them like everything else. Not wanting to miss out on 
the fun himself,
Scratch soon joined in and the two rampaged with a grin on their face and a 
cackle escaping
their lips as they made their way through the town.

“Hehehahahah,” laughed Scratch after their second round of demolition was 
accomplished.
Stitch laughed too, the sound more a cackle showing more devious delight in 
breaking things
than merely a giggle of amusement.

“Time for round three?” asked Stitch, expecting Scratch to start rebuilding 
everything again.
“Yes, but not here,” he explained to his brother and waved him to follow after. 
Without waiting

for a response from Stitch, he scurried off on all fours and, as he expected, 
626 wasted no time

following after him, eager to smash some more stuff. As he kept on running 
faster, he peeked
behind him to see Stitch was hurrying just a couple feet behind him. Deciding 
to speed up even
more, Scratch leapt forward, stuffing his legs into his maw and down his throat 
to take on a ball
shape as he continued forward. Stitch did the same trick and the duo were soon 
rolling far from
where they began and didn’t stop till they reached the outskirts of the city at 
a construction site.

Currently, the workers were tasked with demolishing all the nearby buildings so 
that new ones
could be constructed in their place. Well aware of this place, Scratch had 
planned to use this
place as the last step in weening Stitch back into fully embracing his 
destructive programming
before having him move on to the rest of the city that was just across a 
bridge.

“What we do here?” wondered Stitch, his destructive urges still strong. Looking 
around, he
could see several things he wanted to play with till it was all nothing more 
than chunks of
cement and twisted pieces of metal. “Is this round three?”

“Ih,” nodded Scratch as he made his way towards a crane with a wrecking ball 
attached. He
moved about very quietly to avoid any of the workers noticing him and soon he 
scaled his way
over top the driver’s seat. From there, he waved for Stitch to come and join 
him. Seeing this,


Stitch already guessed what he had in mind and knew they were taking a huge 
step up from
destroying a fake town. Though the area around them was already set to be 
destroyed, it did
nothing to diminish the taste of destruction Stitch had on his tongue or the 
thrill the mere
anticipation was causing as his heart pounded hard enough in his chest to hear 
it. Barely able
to keep himself quiet, he hurried over to join Stitch atop to the wrecking 
crane.

“Hope you’re having fun being a monster, Stitchy,” commented Scratch as they 
stealthily
peeked down through the glass windows at the men working the crane. They 
snickered a little
to gain their attention before moving back out of sight to tease them a little 
before cutting loose
and giving them a much bigger surprise.

“Stitch having great time,” he answered with an earnestly happy look on his 
mug. “Stitch love
being monster.”

“Love being monster,” grumbled Stitch, as he squirmed about in his bed, hugging 
his blanket
with his arms and legs as he did so. “Love… be… monster… monster… monster…”

Slowly opening his eyes, Stitch found himself back in his bed. His first 
thought was to peek
under his covers to check his crotch. To his relief, he found he hadn’t cummed 
again, though
that reminded him of his mess of spunk in his living room he still had to clean 
up.

With that concern taken care of, Stitch turned his attention to his other one, 
Scratch. He
recalled him sitting at his bedside, comforting him before he dozed off. Now, 
however, he was
nowhere to be seen. “Scratch?” he said with a yawn coming out right after. Once 
it passed, he
called out louder for his brother, but didn’t get a response. Stitch ran his 
claws over his scalp as
he pondered where his bro had gone. “Did he step out for a while? Not that I’m 
complaining.

He’s been disrupting my life since he came back into it.”

Stepping out of bed, Stitch raised his arms up high as he let out another yawn 
and started to
stretch. As he loosened his body up, he felt a sudden growing sensation as he 
began to
increase in size. It wasn’t as intense a growth as the ones he had the night 
prior, but it caused
Stitch to pause nonetheless, causing his growth to stop too.

“Guess I stretched a little too much,” Stitch told himself with a nervous 
chuckle before he
closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm his heart and his mind. As 
he did, he
started to shrink back down to his normal size. Opening his eyes to see the 
state of his body,
he smiled and let out a relieved sigh.

“Learning to be a monster is going to be very tough,” thought Stitch, looking 
down at his
palms and recalling all the images of them bashing and slashing at buildings to 
topple them
over. Looking down at his feet, he could practically feel the ground shaking 
and cracking
beneath his soles and feel the metal shrapnel of cars stuck between his 
wiggling toes. Rubbing
his head, he could feel it tingle with a sense of deja vu, but, like everything 
else from before his


time on this planet, he was still mostly in the dark about it. “Especially when 
I don’t even
remember being one. That part certainly still exists deep within me and keeps 
rising to the
surface every chance it gets. I wonder what is going to happen to me when it 
fully awakens.
Will   I still be me or will I simply turn back into who I was?” Wrapping his 
arms around his body,
Stitch attempted to comfort himself, but it did little to help him relax. “Oh, 
I hope Scratch gets
back here soon. I don’t know if I can deal with all this on my own.”

No sooner had Stitch wished that then he heard his front door open, followed by 
footsteps
walking in and the door then shutting. “Stitch!” called Scratch. “Are you 
awake?”

“Ih!” answered Stitch. “Yeah, I’m up.”

“Well, come into the kitchen,” he told him. “I went and got something for us to 
eat. Are you
hungry? Heh, like I even need to ask a bottomless pit like you such a 
question.”

“Uh, I could eat,” replied Stitch as he made his way into his kitchen, curious 
to see what he
got them. “But I’m far from being considered a glutton.”

“Guess we’ll just have to see about that,” chuckled Scratch, worrying Stitch as 
to just what he
was up to.

Stepping into the kitchen to see just what was for breakfast, Stitch’s jaw 
dropped a little as he
stared in awe at the huge box of donuts on his kitchen table. From what he 
could see through
the clear plastic on the box, there had to be hundreds of the fried and glazed 
rings of pure
sugary bliss in it. Sitting beside the box, Scratch was already helping himself 
to a few and a
glass of milk as well with the rest of the gallon container beside him as well.

“W-What is all this?” questioned Stitch, the answer obviously breakfast, but he 
was more
referring to the sheer amount of it all when it was just the two of them there.

“Donuts, of course,” replied Scratch saying it so casually as he munched on one 
of the
pastries and acting like the amount he brought home wasn’t something out of the 
ordinary. “I
know how much you like them. Oh, I already brought some milk to go with them 
too. I didn’t
check your fridge before I left so I picked up a fresh gallon just in case. You 
still prefer 2%
right?”

“Yeah and I do have some,” nodded Stitch. “But don’t you think this might be a 
little much?”
“Uh,” mumbled Scratch as he looked at Stitch and then the donut box before he 
shook his

head. “Naga. Not really. This would normally just be a light snack for you at 
best.”

“I suppose it would for any giant monster,” Stitch commented.


“It would,” he agreed, swinging his legs back and forth leisurely as they 
conversed. “But even
at your regular size you were a ravenous, bottomless pit. When we’d go out to 
have some less
building breaking fun I’d typically take you out on a binge quest and watch you 
go through
several buffets worth of food and bring you home with a gut too big to even get 
my arms
around.”

“Well, I guess that is just some more of my forgotten past,” stated Stitch, 
learning another fact
about his history that he wanted to find some reason to doubt its validity. 
However, with all the
things he was discovering about his body since Scratch had started awakening 
the slumbering
beast within him, Stitch knew his bro had no reason to discredit himself with 
falsities now. With
such a huge box of donuts, just waiting to be eaten, it was clear that he was 
going to get to
experience this gluttonous aspect of himself soon enough too.

“For now,” Scratch added as he munched a donut and then tossed one to Stitch 
who caught it
in his paws. “But, enough idle chit chat. Tookie bah wah bah!”

“Ih,” nodded Stitch as he opened his maw to take a big bite out of his first 
donut, the sweet
chocolate and soft pastry hit his tongue in a flavorful unison and the blissful 
taste was powerful
enough to push his negative thoughts to the back of his mind for the moment. 
Closing his eyes
and smiling, Stitch happily ate up his donut and licked some bits of glaze that 
remained on his
fingers.

“How was that?” wondered Scratch, munching on another donut as he admired the 
adorable
contentment Stitch had on his mug.

“Donuts are always yummy,” he told Scratch as he gave his belly some gentle 
rubs. “Pass me
another.”

“Oh, you want more?” teased Scratch, enjoying being able to mess around with 
Stitch as a
brother once more. “I thought you said this was too much for you.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t want to have more,” he argued, putting his fists on 
his waist and
tilting his head slightly to one side.

“Gatchi nosty?” smirked Scratch, as he grabbed another donut that he once more 
ate in front of
Stitch, his efforts pushing Stitch to want them even more. The next one he took 
out, he waggled
temptingly in front of Stitch. 626 let out an annoyed smirk, refusing to beg 
for more pastries, but
with the flavor of the first on his tongue and almost a full minute going by 
without another one
passing through his lips, the illegal genetic experiment found his craving for 
the confection
growing at an astounding rate. His mouth began to water and his tongue slid 
across his lips
while his stomach groaned some. Snickering, Scratch could see Stitch becoming 
ravenous for
the sugary sustenance. “Do you want more donuts?” he asked him again, moving 
the donut
from side to side, smirking as Stitch followed it with his eyes as drool ran 
down his chin.

“Ih!” he nodded his head rapidly. “Miki miki! I want more!”


“Okay, here you go,” chuckled Scratch, tossing Stitch his second donut that he 
ate much more
ravenously than the first and quickly had his grabby hands out for his third.

“Miki miki!” chanted Stitch once more, his hands out for more of those baked 
goods and Scratch
was already prepared with three donuts, tossing them one after another at him. 
Quickly, Stitch
caught the first two in his arms. The third was purposefully thrown off to the 
side and with both
of Stitch’s hands occupied he wouldn’t have been able to grab it. With his 
hunger too great to
allow even a single donut to escape him, Stitch acted on instinct, extending 
one of his hidden
arms to snatch the donut as it came in range and clutched it tightly as he 
laughed triumphantly
at catching them all.

“Morcheeba,” applauded Scratch. “Very nicely done, bro.”

Smiling and chuckling happily at his accomplishment, Stitch took a bow. Rising 
back up, he
lifted his third arm up so his paw was level with his head. “Thank you very 
much,” Stitch praised
his own appendage. He gave himself a thumbs up with it and then brought the 
donut to his
muzzle to gobble it up. His other arms then did the same with the donuts they 
were holding,
stuffing them into Stitch’s maw, making his cheeks bulge a little with all that 
pastry in them.
“Heheh,” laughed Scratch as he had half a dozen donuts now ready for Stitch to 
grab and
munch   on. With a devilish grin on his face, he knew things were only going to 
get more
entertaining from here. “It’s never a dull moment watching you eat. Here, have 
some more!”

Licking his chops, Stitch forgot his hesitation earlier about the sheer number 
of donuts Scratch
brought for them to eat. He was more worried now that they’d run out before he 
grew tired of
their deliciousness. As Stitch slid his tongue over his lips, some more drool 
ran down his chin,
showing just how much he craved to have more sweets and how overly eager he was 
to stuff
himself full of them.

Seeing no need to tease Stitch any further to stimulate his appetite, Scratch 
tossed him the
donuts quicker than he did the last batch. As he did, Stitch didn’t hesitate to 
act. He leapt up
like   a cat pouncing at its prey to grab at them all, taking his fourth arm 
out to ensure he had
enough limbs to not let any slip by him. Some of them Stitch simply caught in 
his maw,
snapping them up and munching them down quickly to ensure his mouth would be 
ready for
more   of the pastries that were too impatient to walk the red carpet that was 
his tongue down his
throat.

When the donuts stopped coming, that was Stitch’s chance to empty his paws of 
the donuts he
was holding, ringing them between as many fingers as he needed to ensure they 
didn’t slip from
his grasp. Opening his maw wide as he could, Stitch proceeded to eat the 
donuts, choosing to
cram as many as he couldn’t into his maw at once, forcing his cheeks to bulge 
even bigger than
before to contain them all. With a chubby-looking face and an adorable smile on 
his muzzle,
Stitch munched up the half dozen donuts he was given, attempting to savor them, 
but still be
speedy as Scratch looked only so patient before he’d throw up even more for him 
to devour and
626 was far too hooked on that at this point to eat any less than all he could 
stomach. Rubbing


his belly and letting out a sizable belch made it very clear that he was only 
getting started on
this breakfast binge of his.

“Hehehahahah!” cackled Stitch, truly enjoying this gluttonous behaviour of his 
he never
imagined he possessed. “Miki miki! More! More!” he called to Scratch, showing 
that his
feeding  frenzy was far from over. The donut-armed feed then gathered up some 
more donuts to
toss Stitch’s way, but stopped when a much better idea came to him. Grabbing a 
couple of the
donuts, he placed them on his lap for himself and then tossed the rest of the 
box down to Stitch
who caught it and saw they barely made a dent in the number of donuts it 
contained.

“Okay, Mr. Hungry,” encouraged Scratch. “Let’s see if that’s enough to satisfy 
you.”

“Mmm~” drooled Stitch, his saliva overflowing like it never had before, at 
least during his time on
this planet. With all four of his paws wiggling their grabby digits about, they 
eagerly awaited the
command to begin eating. With a rumble out of Stitch’s filled, but still hungry 
belly they lunged
at the box’s round and holey contents, snatched them up and stored them into 
Stitch’s grinning
muzzle.

Four at a time, Stitch devoured the donuts, at first, however, it didn’t take 
much time for that
number to steadily increase. Soon he was cramming six then eight and then 
eventually twelve
and even more than that into his mouth before he started to munch away and 
swallow all those
donuts he crammed into his spacious maw. Smiling so purely in his eyes, Stitch 
felt more than
just the sweetness of the baked goods on his tongue as he ate. He felt a twinge 
of bitterness,
recalling how had been limited to eating only so much when deep down he yearned 
to devour
tons more. He felt a shocking bliss of such restrictions no longer there to 
hinder him. Lastly, he
could feel that same wonderful ecstasy of being totally inhibited by anything 
and everything, just
as he did when his cravings to destroy bubbled to the surface.

Basking in such feelings as he crammed more donuts down his gullet, the hungry, 
blue fur ball
scratched at his head as he felt the same tingling sensation that came about 
whenever Scratch
coaxed him into doing anything. At this point, Stitch had no doubts that all 
this was indeed tied
to the memories of his past, still too fragmented for him to recall more than 
flashes of images
and experience heart-throbbing sensations pulse throughout his body.

The closer Stitch found himself recalling moments of his past, the more 
intensely he could feel
the struggling emotions of his previous self giddily clawing at the surface of 
his consciousness
while his present self was a mixed bag of excitement and fear for what would 
happen when the
two versions of himself were finally able to meet face-to-face.

“Do I really want to know who I am… who I was?” pondered Stitch. “Scratch says 
it’s only a
matter of time till I return to being a monster regardless of what I may do 
and… I know he isn’t
making that up. Meega can feel the old Stitchy more clearly than ever now. He’s 
merely
napping right now, but when he’s stirred awake again, who knows how strong 
he’ll be next time
or what he’ll try to do. Eventually, he won’t just be coming out to play, but 
attempting to wrestle


all control from me once more. Do I simply have to accept I’ll return to being 
a monster… or
should I try and seek help while I still have time?”

“Oh, what do I do?” questioned Stitch, muttering to himself, some of the words 
in his head
sneaking out through his lips.

“How about having some more donuts?” offered Scratch as he revealed another 
extra large box
of the scrumptious baked goods he had kept hidden to see how his bro would 
react after
polishing off the first. Opening the lid of the box and letting that fresh 
baked aroma out into the
air,   he watched Stitch to see the look on his face the instant that smell hit 
his sinuses. Head still
inside the empty donut box, Stitch started to sniff as that enticing scent 
wafted down towards
him and practically up his nostrils, like the baked goods were intentionally 
trying to get eaten.

Despite how much he had already eaten and how full that bulging gut of his 
indicated he was,
Stitch’s body didn’t disappoint his brother as a grumble from his gut a 
ravenous, almost savage
grumble of hunger and a fresh stream drool began to flood out of his maw. As 
Stitch’s head
rose out of the box, he had that same hungry look in his eyes he had mere 
moments ago when
he first started his crazed binge on the pastries. Scratch snickered, enjoying 
the sight of his
brother hungry like the first box of donuts had been merely the equivalent of 
an appetizer and
didn’t put so much as a dent in his practically insatiable hunger.

Stitch also didn’t show any sign of concern for how he was faced with his past 
catching up to
him and what it would mean for who he was in the present. All of that seemed 
like a trifle
compared to attempting to satisfy his sweet tooth right now. His black eyes 
reflected the full box
of donuts now before him, the thing on his mind currently as his tongue hung 
out and the fingers
on all four of his paws moved about, readying themselves to grab and cram them 
in his maw the
same as with the first box. Then, as if triggered by some invisible signal, 
Stitch’s arms flew at
the contents of the new box of donuts before him and he proceeded to scarf them 
all down in
record time.

Scratch cautiously kept his distance and cackled as he watched Stitch’s 
nostalgic gluttony. It
was both amazing and frightening at the same time and helped him recall a 
number of his
binges from their time together. “It’s been so long,” he thought, eyes tearing 
up so he used his
furry arm to dry them.

Flashing back, the two of them were in a very large room with Stitch’s size 
currently at a
massive three stories. Overhead, a number of donuts were being dropped down to 
them, each
about a thousand times the size of the ones currently being munched on by 
Stitch and he ate
these ones with just as much gusto. Scratch was indulging too, but at his tiny 
size he was
sitting on one and working on it at a much slower pace. Unfortunately, in 
Stitch’s gluttonous
greed he grabbed at that donut too and munched it up, Scratch and all.

Fortunately, the small, blue alien avoided getting chomped and forced Stitch’s 
lips apart. Upon
doing that, Stitch stopped chewing, only now realizing his mistake and allowed 
Scratch to hop


out of his maw, a filthy mess of spittle and mushy donut bits. The big alien 
bashfully apologized
at a grumpy-looking Scratch, however that moment only lasted a moment before 
they burst out
laughing and just went back to enjoying themselves.

“So glad the good times are back again,” sniffled Scratch quietly.

By the time Stitch finished this box, that sense of endless hunger faded and an 
aching feeling
replaced it as he flopped onto his back and rubbed at his distended stomach. 
“Ugh…” 626
groaned weakly. “Maybe eating those last fifty donuts wasn’t such a good idea.”

“Well, if you’re only regretting the last fifty,” chuckled Scratch, giving 
Stitch’s gut a few rubs to
help comfort it. “Then it means you’re getting ever closer to becoming the 
monster you and I
can’t wait to see make a massively big comeback in the Universe. Oh, yes, the 
day will come
again when you attempt to crush all of existence between your planet-sized 
stompers and try to
flatten it all into a great, big pancake.”

“Oh, please don’t mention food right now,” moaned Stitch as he unleashed a loud 
belch. “Scuse
me.”

“Heheh,” smiled Scratch, rubbing his brother’s gut a bit more. “You’re excused. 
Now, once
you’ve worked off that meal, we can go and have some more fun.”

“You’re not gonna make me break someone else’s store, are you?” questioned 
Stitch, surprised
he didn’t feel guilty about what he had done and was more concerned that they’d 
not be so
lucky in escaping their wrongdoing if they made a habit out of it.

“Not to worry,” Scratch assured Stitch. “Our smashing fun won’t have you 
breaking anymore
stores. Instead, I’m going to build us a little place to play. You’ll be very 
surprised when you
see it.”

“You mean, you’re going to use your powers to generate a tiny, fake city for us 
to rampage
through like giants?” answered Stitch, recalling his dream.

Scratch stopped in his tracks upon hearing that and turned to Stitch. The look 
on his face
showed that he truly didn’t expect such a response out of him. “I guess you 
won’t be so
surprised,” he said. “But, how did you know that?”

“Well, I sorta had a dream about it last night,” he explained. “We were not on 
this planet either.
It was somewhere else. Somewhere far, far away.”

“And?” urged Scratch, leaning closer to Stitch with his ears at the ready to 
listen. “Anything
else?”


“Ummm…” pondered the stuffed, blue alien as he scratched his head before 
shaking it. “Naga.
That’s all. I woke up not long after we smashed the city a few times over.”

“Seems you’re starting to put things back together in your mind and a lot 
quicker than I
expected,” praised an excited Scratch. “I wasn’t sure how long it would take to 
make any real
progress in restoring you back to how you were, but it seems bringing out your 
monstrous side
is helping restore the old you even better than I could have hoped.”

“Meega certainly have been feeling different lately,” confessed Stitch. “I’ve 
always had feelings
about this other me, but it was always the same wet dreams. Since you arrived 
and
encouraged me to act on those destructive impulses of mine, it’s like…”

“Like what?” asked Scratch, curious to hear what Stitch had to say.

“It’s hard to describe,” continued Stitch, staring up at the ceiling as he 
rubbed his gut. “Like,
when I first came to this city, I was lost and alone and the place felt so big. 
Now, however, it
suddenly feels so… small.”

“As it should be,” stated Scratch. “The Stitch I knew saw the whole Universe as 
his playground.
To be confined to a single world would be awfully cramped for a planet-smashing 
monster like
you.”

“And just thinking about that scares me,” confessed Stitch. “If I become my old 
self, will the
current me disappear? Would you even care if that happened? After all, you came 
here looking
for  a monster, not me.”

Smiling warmly, Scratch placed a support hand on Stitch’s shoulder. “The you 
from back then
and the present you are not two different Stitches. You’re one and the same. 
It’s
understandable that you’re so unsure. You’ve forgotten so much of yourself that 
it’s
understandable    that you are so apprehensive to relearn your own history bits 
and pieces at a
time.  However, once you remember everything you’ll understand that the calm, 
kind Stitch and
the destructive monster have always been one and the same. When that day comes, 
you’ll see
that nothing’s really changed. I for one can’t wait. Not just to see the return 
of the Big Blue
Terror, but so you can finally be rid of this fear and uncertainty stirring 
around inside of you.

Don’t you feel the same?”

“I would like that too,” replied Stitch. “And when I’m back to being that 
terror, I’ll have to pay you
back for the grief you’ve given me in the process of helping me to remember.”

“Fair enough,” Scratch agreed with a smile. Giving Stitch’s belly a few more 
rubs, he turned and
crouched. “So, shall we get going? I can piggyback you, if you’re still not up 
for moving just
yet.”


“Thanks, but I can do it,” Stitch replied, reaching for Scratch’s shoulder for 
some leverage to
help him sit up. Next, he slowly got to his feet and finally stood up once 
more. Scratch watched
in awe as Stitch cradled his gut and headed out of the kitchen looking rather 
silly hefting a belly
like that about. Stitch then poked his head back in. “You coming, brother?”

“Oh, yeah, right,” realized Scratch as he stood up and hurried after Stitch. 
“Just follow me, bro.”

Leaving Stitch’s apartment complex, Scratch led Stitch through the city, though 
just like when
they ended up at that antique store that they smashed to bits, Scratch didn’t 
appear to have an
actual destination in mind and was actually searching for a place to suit their 
needs. Every once
in  a while, he stopped and pondered for a minute or two as he peered off into 
the distance. With
a few “hmms” and “huhs,” as he rubbed his chin, Scratch attempted to decide 
which way they
should head next.

“Maybe this way,” he muttered to himself, bringing a claw a bit higher to 
scratch an itch on his
nose.

“We’ve been at this intersection three times already,” Stitch pointed out after 
he started to
debate whether Scratch was still struggling to find a place for them to play or 
if he was simply
lost and was walking around in circles at this point. “If you need help finding 
something, you
could ask me. “I have been living here a while, after all.”

“Well, know any big, vacant lots around here where we wouldn’t have to worry 
about prying
eyes?” asked Stitch’s brother, surprising 626 that he didn’t stubbornly refuse 
to admit he had no
clue where he was going.

“I had a feeling you were looking for a place like that,” commented Stitch as 
he turned around
and waved Scratch to follow him. “I think I know just the place in an older 
section of the city. It’s
a little bit of a walk, but it’ll be perfect for our little game.”

“It’s a little game, but it’s still big fun,” chuckled Scratch as the two 
hurried down the sidewalk,
eager to start playing.

After a pant-inducing ten minute jog, Stitch and Scratch reached their 
destination, a large,
empty parking lot that was surrounded on three sides by the brick walls of an 
old, closed factory.
The fourth side was protected by a rusted steel gate that had long since broke 
and remained on
the ground, untouched for so long that vines had tightly taken hold of it.

With countless ages of being left to the elements, the lot was cracked and full 
of litter. Weeds
managed to sprout freely through the cracks in the parking lot, taking over 
most of the space.
Fortunately, none of this overgrowth appeared to be thorny or dangerous to 
creatures like Stitch
and Scratch.


The walls surrounding the lot had been tagged a number of times with graffiti. 
Most of it was
just a mess of lines that were hard to distinguish between being some sort of 
symbol or some
illegible letters. Several of the bricks that had been in the wall had come 
loose and fallen to the
ground, allowing one to be able to peer into the factory, though it was empty 
save for some old
boxes, a thick sheet of dust, and lots of darkness.

“Will this place do?” wondered Stitch as they stepped into the abandoned place.

Scratch kicked a rusty, dented can over against the wall as he gave the lot a 
quick once over.
Then, pausing, Scratch closed his eyes and listened. His large ears stood 
straight up and
remained still as he focused on every sound around them. “There’s wind… and 
birds… some
rodents too. There are some people, but they don’t seem to be close by. Maybe 
two or three
blocks away. Yeah, we should be able to have plenty of fun without any 
interruptions or
gawkers.”

“Ih, this place will do nicely, brother,” Scratch answered Stitch a minute 
after being asked.

Opening his eyes, his antennae emerged from the top of his head and emitted a 
blue light that
fired at the ground around them. Stitch watched, seeing Scratch create a faux 
city all around
them. There were buildings that were several feet tall and reached up around 
their muzzles.
There were also small buildings that were the perfect size for the two of them 
to jump and stomp
upon. Scratch added a few more touches to this soon-to-be-demolished city, from 
bridges to
cars, from trees to boats and planes, and even a train complete with tracks 
despite it being
unable to move on it. All of these created objects were all just a dull white 
and while it all felt
like   it was made of cement, by placing his claws on it, Stitch could tell 
that, with minimal effort,
anyone could break this stuff with ease as if it was made of crackers.

“It’s all just as I dreamed it,” Stitch muttered to himself. “Or, rather how I 
remembered it from
way back then.” Smiling at being able to recall something so clearly of his 
past life, Stitch
allowed himself to embrace his destructive urges a bit. Tightening his grip on 
the building
closest to him and watched the cracks form on it and quickly spread out. Doing 
so made his
heart beat a little faster and prevented his smile from leaving his muzzle.

“Ready to play?” asked Scratch with a devilish smirk on his face as he watched 
his brother
taking a little initiative to start without any coaxing from him.

“Meega, nala kweesta!” Stitch answered in a naughty tone as he increased the 
strength and
effort he was applying on the building and watched as his arm broke right 
through it. The force
was enough to send the top half of the building into another to damage it 
before it rained down
as debris on the cars below. Stitch felt an instant tingle of satisfaction from 
that and quick to
crave more. Cackling, he set out to play.

Stomping through the tiny city, Stitch did his best to embrace the monster 
within him, attempting
to smash buildings and stomp cars with clear intent behind his actions. With 
how easy


everything was to break, it didn’t seem all that hard to do. After a few 
minutes, it almost felt too
easy, almost to the point of being something that would get repetitive after 
demolishing a few
cities, but, once Scratch joined in and 626 watched him work, he stared in awe 
at what he saw.

Standing atop a building, Scratch giddily hopped about on it, smashing it more 
and more before
he leapt off the collapsing structure to belly flop onto a couple more and 
bring them down too.
As he rose up, no worse for wear, he laughed devilishly and resumed playing 
around, this time
prying a whole building out of the ground and tossing it, like a javelin, as 
far as he could. The
two watched as the flying building hit the brick wall and smashed to bits with 
a noisy bang and
an incredibly satisfying crumble. The bits and pieces then dropped to the 
ground, far from
where they originated from. Scratch laughed once more and then continued his 
rampage, the
smile on his face big as ever as he continued his wave of destruction.

“Come on Stitchy,” encouraged Scratch. “Smashing stuff like that is basic 
Monster 101. I know
you know how to wreck stuff with the best of them just like you did at that 
antique shop
yesterday. Just go wild and have fun!”

“Okay, I’ll give it a try,” nodded Stitch as he looked around at the havok he 
caused so far being
hardly more than the standard brutality any typical giant monster could cause. 
While he did feel
a tingle of satisfaction from it, recalling yesterday’s rampage through a store 
full of fragile
merchandise had been many more times exhilarating. Also, watching how Scratch 
went about
playfully demolishing everything in his path in such an energetic and playful 
manner reminded
626 more of how he terrorized cities in his dreams. He recalled how great it 
felt, not to mention
euphoric as all his cum-stained sheets proved. What he was doing now, wasn’t 
even enough to
get him a little hard between his thighs.

“Breaking buildings and causing mayhem is what monsters were made to do,” 
analyzed Stitch.
“But while those monsters did it like it was their job, I did it simply because 
it was fun for me.

No. More than that. It was what I was born for and grew to love and lust to 
do.”

Closing his eyes and taking a breath, Stitch concentrated, taking this 
realization he had to heart.
Noticing this change in Stitch, Scratch stopped smashing and observed, eager to 
see what his
bro would do next. Taking in a few more deep breaths, Stitch rubbed down at his 
crotch,
murring as he started to feel turned on the more he pictured an obliterated 
city in his mind.

Stitch then began to let several phrases flow though his head over and over 
again.

“This is all a game to me,” he thought. “The china shop was my playpen. The 
antiques are my
toys that are fun to break.” Taking in a breath, Stitch felt his heartbeat 
hasten a bit and his pulse
quickened as he recalled the pure bliss he felt going through him while he 
wrecked that place.

As he felt up his crotch more, Stitch could feel his dick slipping out of its 
sheath, uncaring that
he was exposing his privates so shamelessly, despite nobody save for Scratch 
there to see it.
New images surfaced in his mind, memories of his giant rampaging self stomping 
about with an
equally monstrous boner out in front of him.


Meanwhile, with each step he took, a very hefty pair of blue, furry balls 
dangled between his
legs, rocking from side to side. Giving his nuts a squeeze, Stitch let out a 
murr that was easily
mistaken to be just another monstrous roar due to the deepness of his voice. He 
was incredibly
horny and the only thing that was going to get him off in the state he was 
currently in was the
utter destruction of everything around him.

“This is all a game to me,” continued Stitch, his breathing hastening as he 
continued to focus,
imagining himself as the Big Blue Terror once more. “The city is my playroom. 
The buildings
are my toys that are fun to smash~” The little, blue alien’s heart sped up some 
more. He
thought of all those dreams he had of smashing a city like the one he currently 
lived in. The
thought of reducing countless buildings and skyscrapers into pebbles beneath 
his massive feet
felt wonderfully arousing to him, getting his cock throbbing already. Thinking 
more and more
about this, Stitch couldn’t help but feel so very tingly all over as that 
pleasure flowed through his
body, making his ears stand straight up, while his rear wiggled about happily. 
Embracing it now,
it was the best feeling he had ever felt, but he knew that he could still crave 
far more destruction
than merely decimating city after city on the meager scale of planetary 
rampaging.

“This is all a game to me,” breathed Stitch, his other paw on his chest as he 
felt his heart
thumping so fast and hard it felt like it might burst out of his chest. All the 
adrenaline pumping
through his system triggered his body to grow larger again, increasing his size 
one inch after
another. His hand on his crotch also felt his cock and balls increasing in 
girth and triggering
even more overwhelming euphoria to send an intoxicating bliss throughout every 
inch of his
body. “The universe is my playground. The planets are my toys to play with till 
they break!”

Stitch gained a full foot by the time he finished growing and let out a 
monstrous roar that could
have been heard for miles around. Grinning ear to ear, Scratch approached 
Stitch. “Heheh,” he
chuckled. “Sounds like you’ve got yourself pretty psyched up.” Reaching up, he 
gave Stitch’s
back   a pat. “You managed to grow yourself a bit without losing control.”

“Yeah, but this is hardly as big as I was yesterday,” admitted Stitch, the 
slight increase only
requiring him to look down a little to meet Scratch’s eyes.

“Still, that’s progress,” Scratch assured him. “The better you can control your 
size the more fun
you can have. You can go from being at your base size one minute to big as a 
mountain the
next as you rampage through a city. Just think of all the fun you’ll be able to 
have then?”

“Oh, I’m thinking about it,” murred Stitch, arousal leaking from the tip of his 
cock as he was
getting close to climaxing from the mental imagery alone.

“So, how ya feel now, big guy?” questioned Scratch, getting on his tiptoes to 
better reach
Stitch’s shoulder’s to give them a rub. “You ready to really show me what sort 
of a monster you
are?”


Turning his head to his bro, Stitch gave Scratch a warm look that left him in 
awe for a moment.
Gazing into Stitch’s dark eyes, he felt like he was really seeing the Stitch he 
missed so much.
“Meega, nala kweesta,” 626 said before he rushed off to smash their toy city to 
bits.

Scratch just stood there and witnessed his bro returning to form as he swung 
his arms from side
to side, bashing the builds on either side of him and he moved down the street. 
Two by two, the
buildings were bashed and crumbled behind the blue terror. As he neared the end 
of the street
he was on, Stitch stopped focusing on swinging his arms about and, instead, 
crouched down a
bit before leaping forward and turning his body to its side as he sailed into 
another building.

With a single swift thrust of his waist, Stitch hip checked into a skyscraper 
the next, unfortunate
target of his rampage. Against the force of his rear and thigh ramming into it, 
the tall building
couldn’t take it and broke to pieces upon contact. Before the top half of the 
building could even
hit the ground and stomped his feet down to smash the lower half that was still 
rooted to the
ground.

The blue monster of destruction continued to revel at the feeling of how 
fragile the city was and
how good it felt underfoot. Murring a little, he rubbed at his crotch some 
more, reveling in the
pleasure of feeling debris between his toes and against his soles. “This 
feeling,” thought Stitch,
during his brief pause from his rampage. “So good. I can’t get enough. Need 
more and more~”

A light snicker escaped 626’s maw as new ideas how to break things quickly 
piled up in his
head. There were so many new things he wanted to try and before he could even 
consider
which  to try first, his body had already started to move again as his eyes 
locked onto the
building  in front of him. Getting into a sprinting stance, Stitch felt his 
muscles tighten as he built
up power to charge forward. Eyes still fixed ahead of him, he didn’t just have 
the building mere
inches in front of him as the next object to pulverize, but several of the ones 
behind it as well.

Smirking confidently, he felt his body tighten like a spring compressed as much 
as possible and
ready to sproing the instant it was released.

All the while Stitch was preparing for his next attack, his cock continued to 
throb and ooze one
big glob of pre after another onto the ground before him. If he hadn’t rendered 
himself
stationary till he felt ready to lunge forward, he doubted he could have 
continued without
keeping a hand clenched tightly to it to jerk himself off. Instead, Stitch 
decided to take care of
his lust a little later with one of his other more naughty ideas.

“Oh, this is gonna be so good,” murred Stitch, just about ready to go. “It 
makes me so happy
and horny I might just blow my load from the excitement alone, but I doubt I’ll 
be satisfied with
just a single orgasm from the way I feel right now.” Chuckling a bit, Stitch 
then peeked back at
Scratch who continued to fixate on his brother cutting loose. “I wonder what 
Scratch thinks of all
this now.”

“He’s like poetry in motion,” thought Scratch, teary-eyed as he watched Stitch 
finally charge
forward, prying the building in front of him off the ground and proceeded to do 
the same with
every building in his path one after the other till he was hauling a heavy load 
of buildings in his


arms. “I don’t know if I’d enjoy watching him cause devastation with rock music 
playing or a
classical orchestra instead. Both would be very fitting right about now.”

“Mmph!” grunted Stitch as he squatted down while holding onto all those 
buildings in his arms.
Then, rising back up, he tossed all that debris into the air and let it rain 
down over the partially
destroyed city. The rubble came crashing down like meteors, peppering the 
landscape and
increasing the devastation that the two destructive creatures had already 
caused.

“Hehehahah,” panted Stitch, catching his breath after all that. Next, he eyed 
the last few
buildings that had yet to come crumbling down. They were all still very close 
together in a
triangle formation and had somehow been spared being demolished by any of the 
stray debris
that had been very close to making them some too.

Seeing the shape the buildings were in and how perfectly they were spaced 
apart, Stitch
couldn’t resist the urge to try and bowl them all over at once. Grinning and 
cackling, 626
proceeded  a short distance away, with the building representing the number 1 
pin as the one
closest   to him now. Digging his feet into the ground, Stitch prepared for 
another charge forward.
Still mentally ready from his preparations earlier, Stitch didn’t wait around 
much this time as he
dashed forward a few steps and then suddenly leapt like a bowling ball being 
tossed down a
lane.

Curling his body up and stuffing his legs into his maw, Stitch seamlessly 
rolled into a ball and
flew straight at the buildings like they were pins on a bowling lane. As the 
spherical monster
connected with them so fast that you’d miss the impact if you blinked, it was 
accompanied by a
thunderous KABOOM!!! that sent them flying and smashing to bits wherever they 
landed, some
in  pieces even before that. As Stitch’s rolling slowed to a stop, he 
straightened himself up and
then to see that the last buildings that had been left standing were now all 
wrecked. However,
much to his surprise, he only managed a decent nine as the skyscraper in the 
far back left had
somehow been spared and appeared like it hadn’t even received so much as a ding 
of damage
to   it yet. Seeing this, Stitch’s mouth hung open a little, unable to imagine 
how he could have
missed it after all he had done.

“Quala chifa pi nolo,” snickered Scratch, finding this humorous. “But tel ashal 
out of tienet is still
good. “Gonna try for the spare now?”

“Toobaga,” grumbled Stitch, as he kicked down the surviving building and then 
proceeded to
stomp it down into a fine powder before he finally stopped.

“Heheh, I see you still get all pouty and irritated when your showboating 
doesn’t go exactly like
you wanted it to,” commented Scratch. “I remember that one time you tried to 
smash a whole
city with only the use of your rear. Oh, the face you made when you sat down on 
that extremely
pointy building. Ogata, that must’ve hurt, but I didn’t think I’d ever stop 
laughing after that.”


“Yeah,” grumbled Stitch as he rubbed his keister. “My patookie was sore for a 
couple days after
that, but at least I was in the middle of wrecking a city already to vent my 
agony.”

“Some of your finest work if I do say so mysel-” Scratch began to say. “Hey, 
are you saying you
can remember that?”

“Ih,” nodded Stitch realizing this too. “I remember that city I tried to 
completely flatten with my
ass.”

“Well, how about that time you slipped and fell into that tar pit?” wondered 
Scratch.

“Ugh,” groaned Stitch, not finding that memory pleasant in hindsight. “The 
armada had to shave
me bald after that.”

“Heheh, yeah,” snickered Scratch as Stitch stomped his way over to his brother. 
“We were
calling you an ika patooba for a month.”

“How about recalling something that wasn’t completely humiliating for me?” 
grumbled Stitch as
he lifted Scratch up by his eyes.

“You sure you don’t want to reminisce about the incident where you took a 
howitzer cannon right
in the nu-” Scratch started to say, but a deepening growl growl from Stitch as 
his size increased
by several more feet made him pause in mid sentence. Chuckling nervously, he 
eyed his
bigger, badder bro, both excited and frightened to see him grow even larger. 
Sneaking a peek
lower, he marveled at his thicker, girthier cock and balls that were big as a 
pair of apples. When
that brief moment passed, Scratch looked back up at Stitch’s head that was so 
high up he had
to crane his neck back to meet his eyes. Stitch’s nostrils flared as he let out 
a snort and waited
to see what his brother was going to say or do next.

Not wanting to be on the wrong end of one of Stitch’s rampages, Scratch 
swallowed hard and
then used his antennae to clean up the demolished city and put it back together 
so that it was
big enough for Stitch’s increased proportions to ravage. “Uh, we can try and 
recall your
memories later,” suggested Scratch, hoping to return his bro’s focus back to 
the game at hand.
“Why not get back to playing around. Think you can smash this model city?”

“With my eyes closed,” bragged Stitch as he dropped Scratch onto the ground and 
stomped his
way around the buildings that came as high up to his muzzle now while Scratch 
was only half a
tall as most.

“Isn’t a boast like that how you ended up becoming an ika patooba in the first 
place?” pointed
out Scratch only to get another stern glare from his towering brother. “Uh, 
I’ll be quiet now.”

“Shiralli meega,” said Stitch as he extended his extra set of arms and cracked 
his knuckles.
The next thing to crack after that was the buildings all around Stitch as he 
pummeled them to


pieces and stomped the faux cars underfoot as he rampaged about. Growls and 
beastly roars
erupted from Stitch’s maw as he took his toy buildings apart and waded through 
the rubble as
he locked onto the next object he aimed to crush in his bare paws.

As instructed, Scratch watched, following his brother while remaining a safe 
distance behind
him while he continued to enjoy embracing his role as the bringer of 
destruction he was born to
be. Stitch’s cackles of delight came out so freely and easily as he pulverized 
building after
building with a punch or a kick or whatever creative idea popped into his head 
and he didn’t
hesitate to give it a try. Soon, it looked like Stitch had completely forgotten 
about being irked
and was back to having the time of his life.

By the time this second fake city was nothing but a huge pile of broken stones 
for Stitch to
rest upon, the big, blue alien gently stroked his dick, finally ready to 
unleash the spunk that had
been leaking out of it for some time now. It was then that Stitch proceeded 
towards a single
building in the corner that had been spared being smashed and crushed like all 
the others,
however, as the devilish alien proceeded towards it, jerking at his length as 
he did so, it was
clear  that he had a special plan for it.

“I’m not sure if a building would make for good fucking material,” he confessed 
shamelessly
as he kneeled down to carefully pry the tall building of the ground while 
causing the least
amount of damage to the rest of the structure as possible. “But whether it can 
handle my cock
or not, I’ll still have the fun of humping it to pieces~”

“You always did enjoy blowing your load after a good rampage,” commented 
Scratch as he
patted Stitch on the back. “Heh. Like a little reward for a hard day’s work or 
something, right?”

“Guess so,” nodded Stitch, as he held the building just right to line up the 
bottom with his
cock. Then, with a single, swift thrust, he pierced it with his dick, basking 
in a mix of pleasure
from how it felt to have that building around his cock and also how it felt to 
destroy something
with his dick alone. Slowly and carefully, he proceeded to push and pull the 
building, grinding
his cock against it while he also thrust his hips forward and back. Murrs and 
moans of bliss
escaped Stitch’s maw as he found himself oozing pre from the simulation. The 
sheer amount
didn’t require a lot of time to start filling up the sizable building room by 
room and floor by floor,
however, as Stitch neared the peak of his climax, he knew the big load he was 
about to produce
was truly going to surpass Scratch’s expectations and his own, for that matter 
too.

Faster and faster he fapped himself off and the pleasure only continued to 
swell inside of him,
making his dick pulse greatly and feel on the verge of finally erupting. All 
the while he was
enjoying himself, Stitch’s size continued to increase with his pleasure, making 
him reach the
bigness he had during his time at the antique shop while his cock increased in 
size and
thickness to fill up the skyscraper on it’s own and caused all his pre to force 
its way out through
the windows of the building. Finally, with one last, big thrust, Stitch howled 
loudly as he climax
arrived and the first big gusher of cum burst through the roof of the building, 
causing it to finally
break to pieces and land on the gooey ground in front of him. Several more 
shots of seed


followed, managing an impressive amount of distance across the parking lot and 
reached as far
as splattering against the side of the old factory building.

“It certainly is nice after a little rampaging, but I don’t think I’d call this 
a hard day’s work,” panted
Stitch as he felt his lust high was starting to come down and his size slowly 
started to reduce, in
spite of his words that he was far from done.

“Oh, no?” inquired Scratch, gazing at Stitch’s dick, the spurts now dying down 
to just one big
glob after another, dripping off his cockhead and onto the floor of their 
playground. Soon the
flow stopped entirely and Stitch’s shrinking size was almost back to his base 
height once more.
“Then what would you call this?”

“A warmup,” replied Stitch, bringing his gooey paw to his maw to lick it clean. 
“Now, how
about making me a really big city for me to smash now.”

“Bigger than that one?” asked Scratch, looking around at the limited space they 
had to play with
and recalled all the noise Stitch had caused at his current size. It wasn’t 
enough to draw any
attention to them, but that wouldn’t be true if they kept escalating things. 
There was also the
fact that in their limited space the city would only get smaller the more he 
scaled it up. “We
don’t really have the space to make a bigger city here and even if we did, it 
might not be a good
idea to stay here much longer and risk being seen. It’s still much too 
premature to risk letting
everyone know the big blue terror is returning. We should wait, at least till 
you’re able to reach
three stories and are sure you can maintain it freely.”

“Naga!” refused Stitch with a huff as he crossed his arms and stomped his foot, 
flattening some
rubble underfoot. “Meega, nala kweesta!”

“You will,” promised Scratch. “I’d love to see you obliterate a real city more 
than anything, but I
don’t know if you are ready for that yet.”

“Then let Stitch show you,” replied the big, blue fuzzball as he dug deep down 
inside of him and
tried to make himself grow larger. His body quivered and shook as he groaned 
and grunted,
attempting to force out more bigness. For a moment, it started to work as his 
body inched more
and more in size. However, before Stitch could get more than a couple feet 
taller than Scratch,
his growth came to a halt and then, even quicker, 626 started shrinking back 
down to his base
size, panting and gasping for breath.

“Don’t try to force it,” warned Scratch. “You’ll get the hang of your monstrous 
side with a bit
more time and practice. There’s no need to rush to smash everything in sight. 
It’s not like the
Universe is going anyway.”

“But Stitch finally like being a monster,” he told his brother, attempting to 
grow bigger again, but
he was only succeeding in tiring himself out and giving himself a migraine. All 
the energy and
pep he had moments ago now seemed drained away and Stitch felt empty inside 
despite eating


twice his weight in donuts for breakfast only a short whole earlier. Weakly, 
Stitch attempted to
try growing yet again, but as much as he focused on his desire to grow, his 
body didn’t change
at all.

Instead, Stitch could feel his head ache more as new memories surfaced and 
flashed through
his mind. He saw an alien armada standing before him with his brother Scratch 
alongside them.
Stitch stood before them, a huge monster around a city he had been wrecking 
till just then.

After speaking some, Stitch nodded and followed after them, boarding onto their 
spaceship.
“These memories,” pondered Stitch. “What am I trying to remember now?”

The next images to come to his mind showed Stitch rampaging from city to city 
and planet to
planet, terrorizing its citizens and military with great delight. The enemy’s 
forces tried to fight
him  off with guns and lasers, and bombs and even missiles, but against 
Stitch’s size and
powers, they were like tiny bugs biting at his hide slowly annoying him into 
swatting them, in
some cases quite literally. All the while he stomped through downtown, he 
roared and growled,
mostly to ham it up as he enjoyed being the big, blue terror that he was.

Scratch was there on his shoulder and the armada of aliens from before were 
there too,
following after him as they cleaned up the crumbs that Stitch left in the wake 
of his devastation.
At least, that was how it was at first, but with each new memory, Stitch saw 
himself getting
bigger and more destructive till he didn’t leave anything behind but city-sized 
footprints and a
shadow so large that it blanketed everything behind him.

“Heheh, so much wonderful destruction,” chuckled Stitch, impressed by his own 
handiwork.
“Scratch was right. I really was a great, big, giant terror. I wonder just how 
many planets I
wiped out, how many cities I destroyed.”

Once those memories of Stitch’s glory days came to an end, Stitch then saw the 
aliens from
before arguing with Scratch. Scratch looked to be pleading desperately with 
them, but they just
kept on shouting and pointing at Stitch who merely watched them while laying on 
his belly, with
his head only feet from them and towering over them by a few stories.

“I guess they were my friends or something,” figured Stitch. “I don’t see why I 
wouldn’t be
stomping on all of them otherwise if they had some problem with me.”

The final thing Stitch saw was very brief. He was on another planet, freshly 
annihilated by the
massive, blue fuzzball himself. Stitch was in the middle of a victory dance as 
he stomped on
the remains of some buildings while Scratch held onto his fur while standing 
atop his shoulder.
After that, it skipped ahead a bit. Now Stitch saw a strange machine, followed 
by a very
saddened Scratch. There was a flash and he saw a bright flash of light and then 
a sphere with
the number 626 on it. After that, everything went dark.


“W-What was that?” asked Stitch, as he felt tears running down his eyes. What 
were those
memories now?”

“You remembered something else now?” replied Scratch, happy at first, but then 
he saw the
sorrow in his brother’s eyes and lost the enthusiasm in his voice. “Do you 
think you could tell
me what you saw?”

“Ih,” nodded Stitch, sounding more like his meek and timid self once more as 
his ears drooped
downward. He went over all the new memory fragments and did his best to paint a 
picture for
his brother. Scratch didn’t say anything as he listened, not even to ask a 
question. Once Stitch
neared the end of his new recollections, he suddenly found himself sobbing anew 
while his
heart ached and Scratch looked equally solemn.

“And that’s where your memories end?” asked Scratch, upon hearing about that 
machine and
that flash of light before everything went dark.

“Ih,” Stitch nodded, not feeling very talkative after having to think so much 
over those memories
again.

“That makes sense,” explained Scratch. “That would be where your memories would 
come to
an end before they were taken from you.”

“Taken?” questioned Stitch. “I thought I just had amnesia, but you’re saying 
someone took
away my memories? Why? Why would they want them?”

“They didn’t want them,” sniffled Scratch. “They just didn’t want you to have 
them. And I… I
should have been a better brother and protected you. Instead, I failed you and 
you ended up in
the life you have now.”

“What happened?” Stitch asked Scratch, the memories in his head aching him. 
“Tell meega
what all these memories mean. What happened to me? To us?”

“I was worried you’d eventually start to recover those memories,” sighed 
Scratch. “But now that
you are remembering them, I can finally talk to you about how you were the Big 
Blue Terror and
why you suddenly vanished.”

Stitch’s ears perked up, eager to hear this important information regarding his 
past. Leaning
forward, he awaited what Scratch was about to tell him. Then a noisy grumble in 
Stitch’s
stomach chimed in and broke the tension surrounding them. The two looked at 
each other,
Stitch blushing with embarrassment as he hugged his gut in an effort to quiet 
it, but it just
grumbled louder.

“Heh, sounds like you’re ready for lunch, big guy,” smiled Scratch, thankful 
for something like
this to help lighten the mood a little.


“Uh, yeah,” nodded Stitch. “It’s probably not good to hear about one’s past on 
an empty
stomach. So, maybe we can have this talk a little later?”

“Sounds good to me,” replied Scratch, helping Stitch up. “How about tonight 
when we’re back in
your apartment.”

“It’s yours too,” Stitch told Scratch as he took him by the paw and took charge 
of leading the
way. “Now, how about you follow me for a change, cause I’m feeling much too 
hungry to be
following you in circles and act like you aren’t lost.”

“Fair enough,” chuckled Scratch and the two hurried off to get something to 
eat.