Part 5 The rest of their day was calm and uneventful, though in a very awkward way. With Scratch’s promise to help Stitch make sense of all these memory fragments swirling around his head, he couldn’t help but feel anxious to inquire about them prematurely. Constantly, some new thought or question popped into his head and he turned to ask Scratch about it, but before Stitch could even blurt anything out, Scratch just shot down his curiosity with the same reply every time. “I’ll tell you everything tonight. For now, let’s just enjoy our day. Who knows what will happen once I tell you everything.” “Ih, okay brother,” nodded Stitch quietly in response and pushed his curiosity to the back of his mind till it would inevitably rise back to the surface again a short while later. As Stitch continued to wait for the evening, the rest of the day seemed to drag on at a frustrating rate. It got to the point that if Stitch wasn’t eating or able to keep his mind preoccupied by other means, he began to fidget and squirm and scratch at itches that seemed to pop up one after another. It was easily the most tortured Stitch ever felt in his life, at least from what he knew of his current memories. Meanwhile, Scratch just smiled and chuckled at his brother’s impatient antics, unable to help getting amused by them. This annoyed Stitch even more and made him snort pessimistically. “It’ll be okay,” Scratch promised Stitch, giving him a pat on his back to help him relax a bit. “Just a little bit longer.” “You’ve said that five times already and we’re still a few hours away,” grumbled Stitch when his comforting words had started to lose their effectiveness on the blue fluff ball alien. With no other words to help ease Stitch’s mood, he, instead, wrapped his arm around Stitch’s shoulders to hug him close. Annoyed as he was, even this was enough to get 626 to crack a small smile. Inevitably, the sun in the sky started to dip down in the horizon and paint the blue sky a golden orange. Around this time the two siblings were headed back to Stitch’s apartment to finally discuss the blue furball’s past. Stitch could hardly wait to get inside. Too impatient to enter through the front door and ride the elevator up to his floor, he, instead, revealed his extra set of arms and wasted no time in scaling up the building to reach his living room window. Opening it up, Stitch slipped inside with ease and then looked back out it, expecting to see Scratch following right behind him. That, however, wasn’t the case as Scratch infuriatingly was dragging his feet to head inside. He had started to climb up, but paused halfway to Stitch’s floor as he took the time to gaze out at the changing colors of the sky. “This place has nice sunsets,” he murmured to himself. “Just like the ones from one planet he lived on for a while. This place is a lot like it in other ways too. I guess that’s why he’s felt so comfortable living here.” “Come on now, Scratch,” Stitch called down to him as he looked out his window. Losing what little patience he had left, he dug his nails into the outside wall of the building and slowly dragged his nails across it, leaving scratch marks behind in it. “Quit dragging your feet and get up here already!” “Heh, you’ve sure got climbing down quite well,” chuckled Scratch as once more made his way up to Stitch’s window and slipped through it to join Stitch in his living room. Once Scratch slipped his feet inside, he expected to bring them down on the floor. Instead, he was picked up by Stitch who proceeded to carry him right to the couch and sat him down on one cushion while he then hopped onto another, crossing his legs and raising up his ears to show he was fully at attention for what he was about to be told. “Okay, start talking,” ordered Stitch, done with waiting and just wanted to hear what the truth of his past was, if, for nothing else, to satiate his curiosity. “Tell me everything.” “Very well,” nodded Scratch. “You are ready to hear this and you have been very, very patient with me.” “Yes, I have,” agreed Stitch. “Now, spill the beans.” “Spilling beans now,” Scratch replied, though he paused from speaking for a bit. He could feel his heart thumping hard in his chest and the rest of his body was shaking nervously and he couldn’t seem to relax either. “Heh, you know. After wanting to tell you all this from the start, now that I actually am gonna, I can’t help but feel worried about what learning all this might do to you.” “Ugh!” groaned Stitch, tugging at his ears in frustration. He even rolled onto his back and kicked his legs about like a spoiled child throwing a temper tantrum. “Just say it! Tell Stitch already!” “Heheh, okay, okay,” chuckled Scratch, smiling as he found his brother’s childish antics simply adorable. “I’ll talk, but first and foremost, I want you to know that I love and care for you no matter what has happened or will happen to you.” “I know that,” replied Stitch, sitting back up. “You are my brother after all. Now, tell me the truth.” “Very well,” he said, clearing his throat. “Well, for starters, I’m not your brother.” Hearing that, Stitch’s ears dropped and he stared at Scratch like he was a complete stranger to him all over again. The bluish green alien didn’t seem surprised by Stitch’s reaction to this very first revelation. “You aren’t my brother?” he repeated. “You mean the very first thing you said to me, the very foundation of why I let you back into my life was a lie?” “Well, technically yes,” he confessed. “My body was genetically altered in order to make me resemble you more. That was done so that it would sound believable when I’d tell you that I was an alternate dimension version of you and convince you to accept me as your brother.” Stitch blinked a few times in disbelief. “Are you serious?” he questioned Scratch. “You were trying to get close to me and you came up with a story like that to do it? How stupid was I to fall for something as farfetch’d as that?” “Well, the plan wasn’t mine, just so you know,” Scratch informed him. “Anway, there was magic science stuff involved and you had no clue that at the time that it was all part of a ploy to reawaken your destructive programming and help you to become the Big Blue Terror, the destroyer of planets. All we needed was for you to give us an inch and use that to take a mile.” “Seems like you went through quite a lot to do that to me,” commented Stitch. “Just who were you before and what were you like?” “Call it irony, but I can’t recall much of my old self anymore,” he admitted. “The role started out as a means of gaining your trust, but I found myself actually growing close to you as a real brother. Even after they didn’t think it was necessary to keep my altered state, I didn’t want to change back. I found myself willingly wanting to remain as your bro.” “That was very sweet of you,” smiled Stitch, reaching to put an arm on his brother’s shoulder. He stopped short, however, and added. “Still, that was a horribly, deceitful trick you pulled so I suppose I can’t be happy or mad at you for doing that.” “Well, glad to see I managed to break even in that regard,” he said with a slight chuckle at Stitch’s response to his confession. “Still, I must have been pretty gullible to fall for all that so easily,” Stitch pointed out, still not quite able to believe what he was hearing. “I’d say carefree is a far more accurate description of you back then,” the faux illegal genetic experiment told the real one. “You were far more mischievous and adventurous at the time, not to mention quite a lot more wild and gluttonous, though we’ve both seen those traits of yours starting to return the more you recall your past. Anyway, after I made contact with you, it became my job to lure you away from the human girl you were with and begin-” “Human girl?” asked Stitch, tilting his head curiously. “What that?” “Nobody important,” Scratch assured him. “Just one of a handful of creatures you shacked up with on some mudball of a planet. From what I can tell, they provided for you while at the same time suppressed your more violent impulses. So, in order for our plan to monsterize you to be realized, I first had to keep your current one from meddling with our playtime.” “And who else was involved? questioned Stitch. “Besides you in this plan to turn meega into a monster?” “The criminal organization I was a part of, the Jaboodies,” he explained. “It was all to turn you into the ultimate bioweapon to lead our armada in galactic conquest. Though we weren’t the only ones after you at the time, one of our scientists did figure out a means to activate your programming and that’s where I came in, to influence you so that you’d crave destruction on a city-scale.” “By making miniature cities for me to destroy,” concluded Stitch. “Letting me experience what it would be like to be a giant monster smashing buildings and crushing cars underfoot, just like what we did earlier today.” “Then you do remember we did that,” stated a very pleased Scratch. “Yeah, I had a dream about that, though it ended when we reached a construction site, so I don’t know what happened after that.” “That, my fluffy, blue buddy is where the real fun began on that day,” he smirked, scooching closer to Stitch to fill him in on the details of that day he couldn’t recall yet. Approaching the construction site, the workers paid little mind to what they assumed was just a couple of odd-furred dogs wandering over. They wouldn’t have even given them a second look save for the fact that they didn’t want any animals to get harmed once they started demolishing the old buildings they were contracted to take down. Some had considered trying to scare them off to ensure they didn’t get in their way, however, as quickly as the two of them appeared, they suddenly vanished from sight. The men operating the wrecking ball started to drive towards the next building to be demolished, but stopped when they saw some liquid dripping down over their windshield. Looking up at the sky, it was far too clear to be from rain and the liquid began to come down in thicker, goopier globs. They then started to hear some snickering noises from overhead along with the sounds of something scratching at the roof of the operator’s seat. Poking their heads up to see, they saw the two dogs, Stitch and Scratch were up there, giggling and cackling in an unnerving manner. Getting freaked out by the bizarre creatures, the men got up and fled from the wrecking ball and ran to fetch the site’s security. With the vehicle empty, Scratch climbed in and began to look over the controls of the construction machine. Scratching his chin, he pondered for a second and then grinned. “Not bad for a basic design, but could be more destructive. Bro, can you make sure I’m not bothered for a moment?” “Ih,” nodded Stitch, grinning ear to ear as his heart pounded a mile a minute as his destructive impulses brought so many devious and destructive ideas to his mind uninhibited. With a few security personnel making their way over to deal with their troublemaking, Stitch chortled, eager to give them more than they bargained for. Still seeing them as mere wild animals, the security officers approached cautiously and began to shout and wave their flashlights over their heads in an attempt to scare Stitch and Scratch away. Their feeble efforts only served to amuse Stitch as he did a handstand and wagged his rump at them. “Toga meega patookie!” he called out to all of the guards, his alien vocab and rude gestures both angering and confusing the men as some just stared while others started to yell. “Hehehahah!” laughed Scratch, enjoying every evil step Stitch took to realizing his true potential. “Looks like someone’s gonna have to teach them who is in charge around here, bro.” “Yeah,” he agreed, doing a flip off the construction vehicle and onto the ground. “Meega!” With a snarl and a growl, Stitch lunged at the security officers. In a fright, they stumbled away and swung their flashlights at him. Seeing none of this as threatening, Stitch bit and clawed the flashlights to pieces with ease, showing them all that he wasn’t something to underestimate or even something that was in their pay grade to handle. As the guards tried to think of what else they could do against this little monster, Stitch already had plenty of naughty urges he couldn’t help but yearn to act upon. Lunging at the guards, one after another, he tore and shredded their clothes, ripping them all to shreds while showing off scary control and precision to leave them otherwise unharmed. Even after doing all this, Stitch even made off with the left shoe of each officer, stuffing them into his maw to munch up and swallow and stave off his hunger so that he could keep playing around in this fun new playground of his. Bested and humiliated and certain their limited training didn’t cover dealing with bizarre creatures like this, the guards fled the area screaming and the construction workers followed after, leaving the area empty, save for the two aliens eager to wreck the place for them. After savoring the sweet sound of terror-filled screams, Stitch scurried back over to Scratch who applauded his brother for another fine monstrous display. “Very nicely done,” he praised his dark blue-hued sibling. “Nothing like the fear-filled screams of civilians fleeing for their lives. I think some of them might have wet themselves when you started stripping them down to their tighty whities.” “Yeah,” snickered Stitch, the rush of his destructive behavior still coursing through his veins. His blissful feeling, however, was interrupted by a gurgle in his stomach followed by a loud belch that reeked of rubber and foot odor. “Heheh. Scuse me. So, you all set over here?” “All set?” questioned Scratch like it was some sort of challenge. “Just watch this.” Rubbing his paws together, Scratch then placed them on the control panel of the demolition machine. As he did, the same strange energy he used to create their imitation city was now at work on the wrecking ball. It completely redesigned the machine, retaining the main concept for it as a machine meant to break apart buildings with a large, heavy, metal ball and upgraded it from a mere construction tool to one that would be far more destructive. The long arm that held onto the wrecking ball by a strong metal chain was split into two. The movement of the wrecking ball was also improved, allowing the normally slow-moving vehicle to rush around a lot quicker so they could much more hastily go from one structure to wreck to another. Lastly, the controls were made far more complex to allow the wrecking balls to be swung in much less careful, but far more enjoyable ways. For a creature as mischievous and increasingly destructive as Stitch, the upgraded wrecking ball was like an early birthday present to him. “Probably not as satisfying as smashing buildings with the brute force of your body alone,” figured Scratch as he moved aside to let Stitch grab the controls and decide what he wanted to smash first. “But, even with all your strength, the task might be a bit too tough for you, at least at your current size.” “Well, I’ll need to have one heck of a growth spurt to be big enough to level a real city as easily as I did the model you made earlier,” sighed Stitch, dreaming of the carnage he wished he could cause on such an enormous scale. “Maybe someday.” “Maybe someday soon,” grinned Scratch, certain that Stitch was getting closer and closer to activating that special programming within his body. “For now, just keep pushing buttons on this machine and I’ll keep pushing your buttons too.” “You certainly are quite good at that for having just met me,” commented Stitch, driving the construction vehicle over to the first thing he wanted to wreck. He had the wrecking balls swinging wildly, just waiting for when they’d get to smash into a building and demolish it to tiny, little bits. When they arrived at the first building, Scratch just sat back and watched as Stitch swung the heavy, metal balls at it, breaking it apart more and more till it finally collapsed into a pile of debris. Laughing and cackling with delight, Stitch quickly set his sights on the next closest thing to clobber. “That’s it,” smirked Scratch, watching Stitch embrace his destructive side. “Bit by bit, each thing you destroy also frees you from the chains of those peaceful influences that have hampered your true potential. And once you’ve unlocked it, the real fun can begin~” Stitch continued to use the modified wrecking ball all around the construction site till the weakest links on the chains finally broke and caused the balls to snap free and crash somewhere on the ground. Still not done breaking things, Stitch used the arms of the wrecking ball to ram against some of the remaining buildings to break them apart all the same. Eventually, even the vehicle took all the damage it could sustain and started to fall apart. Seeing their new toy was used up, Stitch and Scratch hurried out of it just in time to watch it fall into yet another pile of scrap that they had created. “Oh, that was so much fun!” declared Stitch, still feeling the adrenaline flowing through his body. “Too bad you missed a couple,” pointed out Scratch as he looked at two barely lone buildings in the distance that were already falling apart and just needed another good hit to finish them off too. Pointing to the two metal balls with some of the chains still attached to them, he gave Stitch a challenging smirk. “Bet you can’t take them out from here.” “Piece of cake,” Stitch retorted confidently as he took the chain for the first ball in his hands and swung it around rapidly. When he built up enough momentum, he let the heavy sphere fly and watched it soar beautifully at the first broken building, bringing it all down in a large cloud of dirt and dust. Moving onto the next one, Stitch looked at the last remaining thing to destroy and let out a disappointed sigh. “Guess after this, our fun little game is over.” “Over?” asked Scratch as he approached Stitch, patting his shoulder. “Maybe for this little league field, but just take a look at the major leagues right over there.” As Scratch said this last part he pointed into the distance. “The major… leagues?” Stitch started to say as he gazed at where Scratch had pointed, right into the heart of the city where there were many more buildings far larger than the decrepit ones they had merely finished off demolishing. There were also tons of vehicles driving around and tons more people to frighten. Compared to what they had just done, Scratch was right, it was going to be destruction on a far grander scale. Even so, Stitch knew that while breaking a faux city and even real buildings that were already set to be demolished was one thing, to actually rampage a real, active city was another matter altogether. It was a bad, terrible act that Stitch should have been adverse to even considering. He should have, but he didn’t. All the good voices in his head telling him not to do it were easily outspoken by a far more beastly and voluminous voice that urged him to continue to unlock the raging monster that had been caged inside of him and then throw away the key. “This has to be it,” realized Scratch, seeing the smiling look of awe on his brother’s face as he gazed at the next target of his wrath. Stitch’s heart was pounding so fast and hard in his chest that one could see it throbbing against his left pec. Scratch could also feel his fur standing on end as if to forewarn him that a terrible force of nature was about to be unleashed. Confidently, he knew the source of that foreboding was coming from the little blue alien standing before him and contrary to his instincts telling him to be cautious, he only found himself growing that much more excited to help things along. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking, bro?” asked Scratch as he started to growl and snarl, acting like a wild beast. He then stomped his feet and pounded his fist on the ground to paint Stitch a clear picture of what was on his mind. “Ih,” nodded Stitch happily, giving the second wrecking ball a quick swing and toss at the last remaining building from the construction site and scored another direct hit. Despite doing this without even really trying, neither he nor Scratch paid it any mind. They were already too fixated on bigger and better things to wreck. “No toys this time,” the eager, little alien said, flexing his claws to limber up for the next level of their game. “Now Stitchy gonna show what kind of monster he really is!” Taking a few steps forward, Stitch let out some monstrous bellows of his own, however, something more happened as he did. That wonderful feeling he got as he fed into his desire to destroy seemed to spike and grow without warning and, with it, Stitch’s body began to swell in size at an incredible rate. Scratch took a few steps back as he stared up to marvel at Stitch as he quickly towered over everything in the construction site they had just wrecked and kept on getting bigger. “Oh, I already know what kind of a monster you are,” grinned Scratch as Stitch let out another monstrous roar that was now much deeper thanks to his far larger scale. “A really, really big one.” The ground shook and trembled as Stitch made his way towards the city. His size continued to increase as he stomped across a bridge leading right into it, the sections of it breaking and crumbling apart as he did so. Cars that were on it were kicked and knocked off the bridge as Stitch went by. The air was already filled with plenty of screams from the civilians on the bridge and those further away that saw the monster making his way right towards them. “Ohohohoh!” laughed Scratch, filled with delight as he clung tightly to Stitch’s leg to remain close by his side. “This is all going a lot better than I expected. Oh, the armada will be thrilled when they get a look at you and what you’re about to do to this city!” Stitch let out a beastly roar as he took his first steps off the bridge and approached the nearest building. Bringing his claws to it, he clutched it tightly as he felt the structure slowly being broken. He could feel the cracking stone and cement as well as twisting and snapping melt all mixed in with screaming people. Compared to all the other devastation he had caused there simply was no comparison to how much the real deal delighted him. It sent a powerful pulse of pleasure through his body that tightened his muscles and made him squeeze till he completely shattered the top half of the building and then quickly finished bottom half off with a kick and a stomp. Roaring with delight, Stitch wondered why it took him so long to embrace this monstrous side of him. Trying to think back to the reason, all such thoughts were quickly buried over by more destructive impulses that urged him to keep at it. Unable and unwilling to resist his violent, monstrous side any longer, he simply decided whatever his reason in the past was, presently it was not the least bit important and what currently was was making up for lost time. Stitch swung his arms wildly, using his claws to shred through buildings like they were made of styrofoam and he stomped his feet as he moved about, cracking the roads and flatting cars as if they were merely made of tin foil. The telephone poles that carried electricity into buildings snapped as he walked through them, causing power outages throughout the city. The live wires sent surges of electricity into Stitch’s body, however, to the huge monster they didn’t do more than tickle him and cause chortles of devious laughter to ring out of his maw. To anyone brave enough to stop running and face the giant, furry beast, it appeared like he was laughing over the terror he was causing. Though the laughter was caused by a different means, it didn’t change the fact that Stitch truly did wholeheartedly enjoy embracing the evil violence within him that had so long been repressed. “Yeah, that’s it, bro,” praised Scratch as he scaled Stitch’s leg, being careful with every step Stitch took to avoid falling off. “You were stuck living as a peaceful, little creature on this backwater planet for far too long. It sickens me to think how long you were misguided into thinking you were meant to be anything but a monster created to smash and destroy everything in sight. Oh, the years you could have been rampaging and reducing this planet to nothing but space debris. Luckily, you’re back on track and can finally make up for lost time.” “Ih!” bellowed Stitch, able to still recognize his brother’s voice even while he was lost in the wonderful bliss of being destructive. To everything else he looked at, Stitch saw it as things he wanted and needed to smash and break. “So, even at this size my voice can reach him,” thought Scratch as he kept scaling up Stitch from his leg to his thigh. He then began climbing up his belly and up towards his chest, the effort as difficult as one would imagine it’d be to make one’s way up a moving mountain. “The armada will be arriving on the planet shortly to check out Stitch and see if he’s the destructive monster he’s supposed to be.” Scratch looked behind Stitch at the chaos and destruction he left behind him. It wasn’t half bad as he had managed to topple over a number of buildings and crush every vehicle in his path so far, but most of the city was still standing and more than half was likely to still be standing if Stitch continued at the pace he was going at. “It’ll be a bit risky to push him to even greater destructive potential so soon after getting him started, but it’s not like this planet has any real worth to it beyond being a suitable playground for Stitch to see what he’s been missing out on.” With a smirk spreading on Scratch’s face, his mind was made up. “Hey, bro,” Scratch called up to Stitch again while he was still making his way towards his head. “You’re doing great, but you’re still very far from your full potential.” “Full potential?” pondered Stitch, lowering his head to get a closer look at his much smaller brother, curious to find out more. “Ih!” nodded Scratch. “When your desire to be destructive is great enough it triggers something in your body to make you grow to the monstrous proportions you are now. However, you can get even larger still, you just require more energy to do it.” “More energy?” asked Stitch, looking down at the little blue bug on his belly that was Scratch. “Does Stitch need to eat something?” Bringing his hand down to his belly, the big, blue alien gave his gut some rubs. “It been a while since last ate. Besides those left foot shoes, I mean.” “We’ll get something for you to eat a little later,” promised Scratch. “But you’ll need something else to help make that massive body of yours more destructive than it already is. You just need to come into contact with a great deal of energy and let your body do the rest.” Scratch paused to rub his chin and ponder this matter to himself. “Though, a primitive planet like this doesn’t really have more modern energy sources so readily available and plentiful like most planets in the cosmos.” Looking down, Scratch took notice of the electrical wires still sending tingling crackles of electricity around Stitch’s feet. “I guess they’re still mainly using electricity. For what technology they have available it is suitable for them, but for our needs you’d have to juice up at the source to get anything out of it.” “Find the source of the electricity?” replied Stitch as he proceeded to scale some of the bigger buildings near him that could support his girth. Once he was on top of the buildings that were starting to crumble just trying to hold him up, Stitch quickly started to survey the area for the source of the city’s electricity. With his size and vantage point, spotting the power plant and the main cables sending countless volts of electricity into the city was a simple task. “There it is!” “Very good, bro,” praised Scratch, making his way up Stitch’s chest and then onto his shoulder. With Stitch’s enormous ears so close to him now, Scratch no longer had to shout to ensure he could be heard. He then took a seat while clinging tightly to Stitch’s fur to ensure he wouldn’t get flung off of him. “Now, go to it and make an ever bigger monster out of yourself.” “Mmm, bigger better!” bellowed Stitch, so delighted at the thought of growing even larger that it sent a pulse of pleasure out from his crotch that was started to get him hard and horny and all the more excited to turn the city around him into a pile of rocks and twisted metal, and leaving a calling card of his footprints deeply embedded in the ground. Hopping up and down on the already crumbling building, the extra force the illegal genetic experiment applied onto it was finally enough to cause it to come crashing down and have Stitch drop down after it, causing additional damage to the buildings on either side of him. With them weakened, Stitch merely had to place his hands against them and give them a good push to knock them over and add to the destruction he was causing. “Nicely done, Stitchy,” snickered Scratch, enjoying the sight of Stitch destroying merely for destruction’s sake. “You could easily obliterate this whole city as you are and have a blast doing it. Now, just think how much more fun it’ll be to do when you’re even larger than you currently are~” Murring and moaning, every little bit of encouragement to grow and destroy continued to get Stitch’s heart pounding harder and faster while enough pleasure was tingling in his nethers that his cock began to poke out. Eager to destroy and become more monstrous, Stitch bellowed a mighty, “Meega, nala kweesta!” before he charged straight at the power plant, smashing his way through every building that was in his way so that he could reach it in the most direct way possible. “Whoa!” cried Scratch, hanging onto Stitch for dear life as his massive, blue brother hustled for the source of power for the entire city. When he collided with the buildings in his way, Scratch had to hold on tighter and remain as tightly pressed against the giant alien’s shoulder as he could to avoid getting knocked off by any of the building debris that happened to come his way. This went on for several minutes before Stitch came to a stop once more. When he did, he could feel a strange yet familiar tingle from the giant pylons that connected the power plant to the countless cables that then went into the city. Even while standing a few meters away, Stitch could feel how powerfully charged those towering metal structures were. Scratch could feel it too as his whole body became frizzy with unkempt fuzz too. “We here,” announced the giant blue alien. “What Stitch do now?” Excited to the point that no words could describe, Scratch patted Stitch’s shoulder a couple of times before answering him. “Just grab hold of those big wires and let the electricity surge through you. After that, just let your body do the rest.” “Okie-taka,” nodded Stitch, moving his arms towards the thick, black wires that would have easily fried any other creature on the planet instantly upon contact. Stitch wasn’t the least bit afraid, fully aware he was capable of handling a little static or even a lot, however, in his giant, destructive state, he found himself drawn to the vast amount of power that was mere meters away from his approaching digits. The big, blue alien found his body craving that power. As his claws moved close enough, their proximity allowed sparks of electricity to be drawn to them, stinging his fingers a little more intensely than what he experienced from the power lines his feet had walked into earlier. Stitch also did find that he did enjoy the sensation of the energy being soaked up by his body and while this little taste he was getting was nice, an intense, greedy desire washed over him, making the destructive not-so-little monster yearn to grab hold and take in every last watt of electricity into his big, fluffy form. “That’s it Stitch~” cooed Scratch, biting his lip as he awaited to see just how much bigger his brother was about to become. Stitch’s fingers moved closer and more strings of electricity connected to his palms as he was about to clamp his hands down tightly on the wires, however, before he could, a strangely familiar voice called out, “Stitch!” and froze him in his tracks. “Huh?” pondered Stitch as he turned around and tried to find the source of who had called to him. After searching for a bit, he spotted a young Earth girl standing atop a building. She called his name again and drew Stitch away from the pylons. Moving his head closer to the building so that the tip of his nose barely scraped against it, he was able to make out who it was. It was the young girl that he had been staying with, though, at the moment that was all he could currently recall of her while his mind was in a monstrous haze. “Oh, no,” groaned Scratch, not the least bit happy to see her. “Why’d she have to show up now of all times? A few more seconds and Stitch would have monsterized so much that even her influence wouldn’t be able to restrain his destructive urges.” Gritting his teeth and tugging at his ears, Scratch attempted to retain his composure. Managing a deep breath, he calmed himself down a bit. “It’s fine,” he assured himself. “She might have his attention now, but Stitch has had too much of a taste of what it’s like to be a monster to want to stop now. I just have to make sure she doesn’t convince him otherwise. This is nothing more than one last obstacle for Stitch to overcome.” He grinned as kept on considering the situation. “Yeah, a perfect test to prove that Stitch has truly become a monster and that all the good influences in the world can never change him back.” “Stitch, please,” begged the girl, a very pleading look in her eyes as she spoke to the big, blue monster. She placed a hand on his nose to rub it as she tried her best to break through to the little alien that she believed was still in him and still within her reach. “Stop destroying the city and go back to the way you were. This isn’t you. This isn’t what you’re meant to be.” “Don’t listen to her,” countered Scratch, as he spoke at Stitch’s ear like the devil side of his conscience. “She doesn’t know the first thing about you. What you really are. You’re a monster by nature, the greatest there ever was. Till I showed up, you were made to suppress your hunger to annihilate everything in your path because they feared what you truly are. I, however, see this side of you as nothing short of a true wonder. The power you possess, your limitless potential, and insatiable lust to wreak havoc is simply spectacular. Just put the past behind you and embrace your destiny and all the countless cities just waiting to be crushed and trampled on by you.” Visualizing the picture that Scratch painted for him, Stitch couldn’t help but smile and feel greatly aroused at the thought of the rampaging he’d get to do. However, as the girl called out his name again, “Stitch!” The massive, blue alien couldn’t help but hesitate from continuing his path or destruction as the tiny creature’s sorrow-filled voice was somehow tugging at his heartstrings. “No surprise that he’s hesitating this much after all the time he’s spent in her care,” observed Scratch, not flustered at his brother’s indecisiveness on what to do. “However, I’ve only had a single afternoon with Stitch and I’ve already helped him along this much. That’s proof enough that what he truly desires is to be a monster. I can already tell he’s responding much more to my words than hers. A few more rounds and I’ll sever the bond holding him back from greatness once and for all.” Grinning with devilish delight, Scratch was already set with more words of encouragement for his massive monster brother when he felt a buzzing in his ear that forced him to turn his attention away from Stitch for the moment. “The armada is calling, now of all times?” he grumbled, pressing a finger into his ear to answer the call. “Seems like they only bother to call at the most inconvenient moments.” “Hello,” he spoke, his voice being picked up by his communicator and sent directly to the armada ship. As he spoke, he did his best not to sound bothered by their untimely interruption. “Agent Scratch here.” “Agent Scratch,” the alien on the other end replied to him. “This is the armada captain speaking.” Before he even announced who he was, Scratch was able to tell just from his voice. The imposter alien’s muscles tightened and his heart sped up as he hoped even more that his irritation hadn’t been heard by his boss. “What is the status of Experiment 626?” Taking a deep breath to calm himself first, Scratch quickly gathered his thoughts fast to answer his boss before he grew impatient with him. “Everything is proceeding smoothly,” he answered. “Sti- Uh, I mean, Experiment 626 has been exposed to destructive stimuli and has quickly moved up from the models all the way to an actual city much quicker than anticipated. Current objective is to push him further via energy absorption enlargement.” “That is excellent news indeed,” he praised his subordinate. “All the effort and resources spent on this project have been well worth it. Look forward to a promotion tonight.” “Oh, thank you sir, it’s such an hon-” he started to say, but his words trailed off. “Wait? Tonight? Does that mean you’re coming down to pick us up?” “That is correct,” the alien commander confirmed. “Aside from a status report from you, I am also informing you that the armada ship has decided to move up the time table on this operation. We’re already on our way to pick the two of you up.” “And, uh, what is your eta to reach us?” he sweated, trying not to sound nervous. “An hour? Three hours? Five?” “Ten minutes,” he informed him. “Twenty at most. With Experiment 626 practically in our grasp no doubt rival fleets will try and make a grab for him before we are able to complete the extraction. Currently, there’s nothing on our sensors, but we aren’t about to take any chances of someone swooping in to steal all our efforts for their own benefit. Fortunately, with our new secret weapon finally active and you acting as his handler, even should they attempt to interfere, you can just order 626 to eradicate them.” “Sure, no problem,” he replied, only getting more nervous as he looked back at Stitch who was slowly coming out of his monstrous high while he was wasting time talking to his boss. “This is going south fast,” Scratch thought to himself. “I was doing fine till I got interrupted. Now that girl is undoing all my hard work and if he’s not on our side when the armada arrives we could be the ones facing his wrath instead. And, if that happens, instead of being promoted I’ll be fired… out of the trash chute… and into this solar system’s star.” “Hello?” spoke the commander several times to his communicator while Scratch was zoning out with worry. “Report! Agent Scratch, is everything okay down there?” “Huh? Wha?” mumbled Scratch as he answered his leader. “Oh, everything is fine. I just want to try and finish up with Experiment 626 down here before you arrive. Nothing too huge. Just a once over to ensure he’ll surpass your expectations. That being said, you arriving in the middle of it could prompt him into attacking you by mistake during his rampage. So, do you think you could delay picking us up for a little longer? Maybe an hour at least?” “An hour would be too long,” he argued. “As I stated before, we cannot risk our new ultimate weapon being stolen away from us. But, if you are insistent on this final inspection then we shall delay our arrival to be no later than twenty minutes. See to it that Stitch is fully ready for departure by then.” “Th-Thank you sir!” he saluted, barely able to believe he managed to buy himself even a little bit more time. “I’ll work swiftly so we’re both ready upon your arrival. Scratch out!” “Okay, gotta work fast,” breathed the imposter alien, his mind racing as he tried to determine the best course of action for how to proceed. “I have to get Stitch back on track before the armada arrives. That’s the top priority. Growing him even larger can be next, provided there is time once I fully get him back in a destructive mindset.” “Um, Scratch,” spoke Stitch to the little imp on his shoulder. He did his best not to be too voluminous, not wanting the force of his words to blast him away. “Oh, Stitch!” fumbled the bluish green alien, not expecting Stitch to suddenly speak to him, but he quickly took that as a good thing if it meant he now had the giant monster-in-the-making’s attention. “Sorry if I got distracted by that call, but what do you say we get back to smashing up this city like the great, big monster you are. And, if you’re up for another try at it, you can grab those power cables and juice yourself up to an extra super large size. What d’ya say?” Scratch was panting a lot after saying all that. Looking at Stitch’s eyes, he could see that the naughty twinkle that had been in them during his joyful rampage had faded away. To be so direct to him now was nothing but a huge gamble with how he’d react. The more preferable outcome was him remembering the fun he was having and embracing his monstrous side again. However, it was even more likely that he’d return to resisting this side of him once more and even be upset with Scratch’s deceptions and become only eager to put his new gigantic proportions to use for some payback. And with the armada minutes away from them, Scratch had no doubt that they’d end up on the wrong side of Stitch’s rampage too and he didn’t even want to imagine the punishment to go with such a huge failure. Muscles tightening and breath held, Scratch awaited Stitch’s response. “Naga,” Stitch shook his head. “Meega no want to smash stuff.” “But you were having so much fun when you were,” Scratch countered. “Don’t lie and say that you weren’t.” “It was a lot of fun and I did like it,” he conceded. “But this too much. Stitch not destroy city no matter how much fun it might be.” “Yeah!” the Earth girl added sternly. “Stitch is good. You can’t manipulate him any more. Now, tell us why you are after him.” “Well, he didn’t squish me like a bug outright,” reasoned Scratch, trying to find the courage to move now that Stitch’s attention was focused entirely on him. “But if I tell him the truth…” Scratch swallowed hard, realizing for the first time just how frightfully large Stitch was from this perspective. Turning his head slightly, the tiny alien spied on the power lines and swallowed hard. “Guess I’ve got no other choice.” “Scratch?” asked Stitch, leaning in a little closer to his supposed brother, still waiting for him to explain what all this monster business was about. Giving the giant experiment one last look, Scratch steeled his nerves. “This is probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever done,” he confessed. “Meega done lots of dumb things too,” consoled Stitch, believing that Scratch was referring to gigantifying him. “And this is hardly the first time I’ve been gigantic and probably not the last.” Scratch wasn’t listening to him. Instead, he turned away from Stitch and bolted down Stitch’s arm in the direction of the large power lines. Reacting to this, Stitch raised up his arm, creating a flatter runway for Scratch to use as he hurried all the way down to his elbow before leaping off as far as he could go. Unfortunately for Scratch, even with all the distance he covered, he was still much too far from the pylons and the power cables connected to them. “This didn’t work out as well as I had hoped!” he cried out, flailing about as he desperately tried to stop himself from ending up a messy splat on the ground below. In his panic, Scratch even used his antennae to materialize a building out in front of him. He hadn’t done that on purpose, but seeing it suddenly gave him inspiration as he created another building below him and used it as a platform to leap off of and onto the first one he made. From that one, he jumped off it too and quickly created another building to land up and spring off of as well as he continued to repeat this process. “This is actually working,” he panted, his heart racing faster than ever as he proceeded to his destination with his makeshift platforms. “Is that even possible?” questioned Stitch as he interrupted Scratch’s storytelling. “Is what possible?” asked Scratch, standing atop the backrest of the couch as he acted out his part in the story from up there. “That you were creating buildings and jumping on them while you were in midair,” answered Stitch, sounding certain that it was exaggerated at best and totally made up at worst and in either case it put the rest of the story’s credibility into question as well. “Come on, I’m your brother,” retorted Scratch, sounding as earnest as possible. “Would I lie to you?” “Ih,” nodded Stitch very bluntly. His arms were crossed as he gave the storyteller a skeptical glare. “You’ve been lying to me about a lot of things. You aren’t even really my brother either.” “Point taken,” sighed Scratch, not blaming Stitch for taking everything he said with a pound of salt from now on. “But all this is true.” “So you admit to manipulating me into becoming a monster for some alien armada,” replied Stitch, not sounding particularly thrilled by that. “Also, who was that girl that was in there? Was she one of those Earth creatures I was staying with?” “Uh, I think so, though it’s been ages since that day,” he confessed to Stitch as he tried his best to think back to that day for other, less important details. “Uh, yes. She was. She was just the Earthling you were freeloading off of at the time. You used your cute and fluffy charms on her like several others in order to find places to crash till you wore out your welcome… or something like that.” “Really?” asked Stitch, not able to recall such details, but felt certain that wasn’t true for him or at the very far from accurate. “Maybe,” Scratch told his brother, shrugging his shoulders. “I was just there to do my job and it wasn’t simply to manipulate you into a monster. Like I’ve been doing with you now, I’ve merely been helping you connect with your more destructive urges that have always been a part of you. It was really to help free you from those influences that wanted to bury your true nature. The fact that it would also allow us to turn you into a weapon capable of and hungered for planetary devastation was simply something we made use of while giving you what you wanted too. It’s a very fair trade off if you ask me.” “It still wasn’t very nice to take me away from my home like that,” commented Stitch. “Trust me when I say that you were a lot happier as a result,” Scratch assured his blue, faux sibling. “Now, let me finish and you’ll see for yourself what I mean.” Bounding from one created building after another, Scratch neared the power plant and the towering transformers that held the main wires of electricity into the city. “If I can get Stitch to receive a big enough jolt from them I might be able to win him back over to my side again,” figured the small alien as he started to feel the crackling static in the air as he drew close to his objective. “I just have to figure out how I’m going to get him to grab the wire when I do.” Before Scratch could even consider how he was supposed to perform such an impossible feat with someone whose pinkie toe was larger than he was, a dark shadow was suddenly cast overtop of him. Turning his head to look behind him, it was Stitch looming over him. Whereas the regular-sized alien had braved a terrifying trek in midair, Stitch covered just as much ground by barely taking more than a few simple steps forward and reaching out with his arm to grab at his brother impersonator. “You can’t get away from me, Scratch,” warned Stitch as his hand came down to capture him. “Seriously, a few dozen long leaps from you is like three for me. So just give up and you won’t be harmed.” “Whoa!” cried Scratch, narrowly missing getting grabbed by his giant brother, but the wind force of his hand simply swiping down was intense enough to send the little guy tumbling through the air haphazardly. “Yeargh!” cried Scratch, heart racing as he felt certain he was done for, but clinging to life, he didn’t stop trying to survive this ordeal. Desperate to get himself out of this tumble, Scratch focused his powers and started to create a false skyscraper, one as large as his abilities would allow. He used it in a desperate attempt to break his fall. Then, going from a tumble into a four-legged sprint, he ran up the side of the building all the way to the pointed top. From there, he could see his destination was finally only a few short meters away. With all his might, he leapt at it, not caring about the dangers that the high voltage could fry his body to a crisp. “I made it!” he cheered, feeling his fur get all frizzy from the great increase of statically charged air all around him. As he came within mere feet of it, however, he felt the lower half of his body get squeezed tight. Turning around, he saw that Stitch had managed to catch him between his thumb and index finger. “Got ya!” announced Stitch, being very careful not to squeeze his body too tightly. He then lifted his hand up, bringing his tiny brother safely away from the pylons. Scratch turned his head to look up and saw Stitch gazing down at him. “You can’t get away from me that easily. Now, tell meega what this is all about.” “Fine,” sighed Scratch as he exhaled a deep breath. “I’ll tell you everything, but I’m afraid you might find it rather… shocking!” “Huh?” questioned Stitch, not sure what Scratch was getting at, but then he watched as he fired a beam from his antennae at the power cables that Stitch had been careful to avoid touching. Just like with the wrecking ball from earlier, Scratch was able to use his power to manipulate this too, causing the electric cables to move about almost like they were snakes. In a panic, Stitch tried to backstep and avoid them, but he wasn’t able to react in time. They wrapped around his arm and started to send a powerful jolt of electricity through his body. In his clutches, Scratch felt a ton of the wattage surge through his body as well, but he resisted the pain while he waited and hoped that this might be enough to get through to the giant alien. “Stitch!” cried the earth girl, unable to do anything from the building she stood on beyond watching her friend getting zapped. Fortunately, it only took a few seconds longer for Scratch to reach his threshold for pain and release the cables that were wrapped around Stitch’s wrist. After that, it only took mere moments more for Stitch to recover from the moderately painful wattage before he simply flexed his to see how it felt. With the sting of the electricity gone, Stitch appeared no worse for wear beyond his fur on his electrocuted arm appearing a bit frizzy. Scratch, who Stitch had been holding in the same arm, found his whole body now felt completely frazzled. Sparks of electricity kept discharging from his torso and his muscles spasmed a bit from the residual voltage still in his system. “Did that do the trick?” wondered Scratch, glad his durability was better than he expected, but doubted he could handle another powerful shock like that to bring out Stitch’s monstrous side again. “Stitch? How are you feeling now?” “Stitch!” the girl called out to her friend once more. “Are you okay?” “Ih,” he nodded before bending down to gently place Scratch on the ground before him. With a grin, he then cracked his knuckles and grinned. “Stitchy feeling much better.” “I failed,” whimpered Scratch, watching Stitch lift up a foot over him and quickly cowered on the ground, doubtful he could evade getting squashed underfoot like a bug for very long if he tried to run and instead waited for his demise. He kept his eyes shut and waited while trembling. “Please, just make it quick. The armada is arriving in ten minutes for us and I don’t want to face them like this.” “The armada?” inquired Stitch. “The people I work for,” he confessed, seeing no reason to keep the truth from Stitch when his end was already near. “My job was to bring out the destructive monster in you so that you could be our secret weapon as we conquered and plundered the galaxy. We figured that with a big, blue terror such as yourself on our side we’d be unstoppable.” “And the armada is coming to get us right now?” Stitch asked him next. “Any minute practically,” he nodded. “To see just what kind of a monster you really are. But with how you are now, they aren’t going to be happy at all.” Scratch could already imagine their arrival to the city and the giant monster that was standing in the middle of it. He could hear their short-lived cheers at the sight of their destructive, new weapon moments before he’d reach up, grab their ship and start tearing it into scrap metal before stomping on it violently. Just the thought made Scratch shudder at the results of his colossal screw up and his powerful desire to not have to witness it firsthand. “In that case, I better get ready,” declared Stitch. “For when they arrive.” “For once, I don’t wanna see what your destructive urges are telling you to do,” cried Scratch, certain that he was about to be stepped on now. Very clearly, he could hear Stitch lift up his foot and move it forward. He kept his eyes closed, refusing to peek at his own doom. Like a small meteor, Stitch’s foot stomped down hard, sending a tremor throughout the city. Scratch felt the ground quake as he was tossed up in the air by the force of it, yet he found that he hadn’t been stepped on. Before he could figure out why he wasn’t a messy little smear on Stitch’s sole he heard his other mammoth foot rise and then stop down just like the first one did. This one also missed Scratch cleanly and only served to confuse the imitation brother more. “Stitch!” cried the girl, much worry in her tone. “What are you doing?!?” “Huh?” pondered Scratch, not expecting to hear something like that now. Unable to keep his eyes shut any more, he opened them and looked up to see Stitch was standing before the power lines with his arms nearing the cables and a grin full of devious intent on his face. Seeing this, Scratch’s eyes widened as his jaw dropped to the ground. His heart raced, as he felt like he was witnessing a miracle. “Won’t look good for meega if the armada arrives and I barely even made a dent in the city,” he explained, his words horrifying to the young girl, but were like someone whispering sweet nothings into Scratch’s ears. “Meega need to hurry and wreck this place better and this will help, BIG TIME!” Grabbing onto the electric wires tightly, Stitch felt the energy surge through his body. All those millions of volts that were meant to power the entire city were now flowing into Stitch. At first it stung a lot, but that minor pain faded fast as he felt all that energy begin to fill him with the same wonderful sensation he had when he first laid eyes on the city and yearned to demolish it with his bare claws. Cackling with delight as he tilted his head back, Stitch’s body began to grow once more, every part of his being swelling in size as he gained tons more mass all over. Bigger and larger he became as he started to grow at an astounding rate that was Godly in Scratch’s eyes, but demonic to everyone else’s. Before long the previously enormous Stitch had dwarfed his last growth greatly. He was now much taller than any of the skyscrapers around him, practically able to bring them down with a single firm stomp of his foot directly on top of them, however, with his claws still tightly gripped to the cables that were still carrying loads of electricity in them it was clear that Stitch’s growth wasn’t about to stop or even slow down just yet. Every moment the collosal experiment gained a few more meters of height and width while his weight increased hundreds of pounds at a time. The ground beneath his feet cracked and sank as it struggled against something so incredibly heavy standing atop of it. Scratch looked up in awe as he witnessed Stitch’s head rise up almost too high for him to see while standing directly below him. He also found himself greatly distracted by the massive boner the alien was sporting between his legs as his lust for such destruction continued to be a huge turn on for him and it only seemed to get bigger and thicker too as did the rest of Stitch’s body. At the base of his cock hung his nuts that were swelling larger by the second too. And they proved to not only be big, but virile as well as they began pumping out thick globs of pre that began oozing out and splattering onto the ground around Stitch’s feet, quickly creating a decent-sized, creamy white pond there. Seeing this, the tiny speck of an alien couldn’t help but cackle in delight, his previous fears already forgotten. “Damn, those are some huge wrecking balls you’ve got there, Stitchy,” joked Scratch, cackling at his own joke and Stitch bellowed a much deeper laugh along with him. “Meega dick is pretty destructive too,” added Stitch, checking out the cables he had been grabbing onto and found that they didn’t have any juice left in them or, at least, nowhere near enough to benefit his size any further. Letting go of them again, Stitch swung his hips to the side and then swung them back, allowing his dick to slam into the tall, metal structure, bending the metal with great ease. A few more swings of his hips and Stitch had broken off the top half of it completely. Watching the whole thing, Scratch fell to the ground, laughing and holding onto his sides. The human girl stared in complete horror, barely able to believe what her friend Stitch had done. She cried and called out to him with all the volume she could muster, but Stitch didn’t react to her this time. He merely bent down to offer Scratch a finger to climb up on. “Better stay up on my shoulder where you’ll be safe, brother,” smiled Stitch, his words making Scratch tear up with joy from how overly happy he was feeling right now. “Even after deceiving you,” he sniffled, climbing onto Stitch’s offered uge digits. “And despite me not actually being your brother.” “Ih,” nodded Stitch, his voice loud like thunder at such a close proximity. “And even if you not meega real brother, I don’t see why you can’t be anyway. You so much fun to be around and you bring out the best in me.” “Heheh and if you stick with me your best will only get better,” promised Scratch, moving over to pat Stitch’s cheek, though he could only manage one small spot on it. “Now, enough bonding. You wanted to impress the armada, right?” “Ih!” nodded Stitch eagerly. “Then you better get to work,” smiled Scratch. “It’s hard to believe that the Big, Blue Terror walked through here if there’s even one building left standing.” “Big, Blue Terror?” questioned Stitch. “Is that my monster name?” “I guess so,” snickered the puny speck of an alien standing atop Stitch’s shoulder. “That’s what I think, just looking at you. Like it?” “Kinda lame,” he stated bluntly. “What?” pouted Scratch, seeming to take offense to that. “W-Well it was only the first thing to come to my mind. I’m sure we can figure out a better monster name for you.” “Yeah, but let’s save that for later. For now…” replied Stitch, a huge, mile wide smirk spread across his face. “MEEGA, NALA KWEESTA!!!” With that monstrous bellow, the destruction of the city resumed. Taking Scratch’s request for more time, the alien armada did their best to provide him with as much as they felt they could afford to give him in order to get Stitch as monstrous as possible for them. From what the commander had informed the crew, they were already expecting to witness a terribly ruined city upon their arrival, but what they saw was far more incredible. There was nothing left standing. All the countless buildings of every shape and size had been reduced to rubble. Plumes of smoke rose up all over where fires had broken out and continued to burn through the wreckage till they exhausted their own fuel and went out on their own, leaving only ashes and black burn marks behind. Cars, buses, and other vehicles were all smashed flat as soda cans and neatly organized by color by Stitch who was taking in heavy breaths while his heart beat rapidly. Sitting atop his massive lap was Scratch, resting comfortable as he waited on the armada to land, though he found himself frequently distracted by Stitch’s towering boner that continued to throb and drip pre every so often, showing how much this whole experience continued to excite him in ways nothing else ever had before. “Agent Scratch,” called his commander through the ship’s transmitter. There was clearly surprise in his voice as he spoke. “Status report!” “Sir!” replied Scratch, quickly jumping to attention once he heard his commander’s voice. “Scratch here with Stitch, our new secret weapon. As for my report, I think this totally destroyed city speaks for itself.” “This was all done in twenty minutes while we were making our way over?” he asked, both astounded and frightful as he viewed all the devastation on his monitors. “Even with the primitive defenses this backwater planet has, this is quite a feat to accomplish in such little time.” “Actually, the Big, Blue Terror over here did it in ten,” bragged Scratch, feeling he had earned a chance to be cocky to his commander. “I still want a cooler monster name than that,” Stitch chimed in as he sifted through his pile of crushed cars and added another red one to its corresponding pile. “I’ll figure something out, uh, Stitchinator,” replied Scratch. “How about that one?” “Keep trying,” Stitch told him, making his lil bro scratch his head as he tried to think of something better. Stitch smiled, watching Scratch try so hard for him and wondering what he might try out next. “Um, anyway,” continued Scratch to his commander when he realized the time for playing around had passed. “He wanted to really impress you before you arrived, but he managed to wreck this place so fast that he ran out of things to destroy. For the last few minutes he’s just been playing around with some of the vehicles he stepped on during his rampage. But, now that you’re here, we’re ready to be picked up.” “Well, I can’t wait to see him in action myself,” he replied. “And with the conquest we’ve got planned he’ll get a lot of chances to show us what he’s capable of.” “Stitch says just give him lots of toys and he’ll be more than happy to play with them till they break,” the alien agent informed his boss. “Glad to hear our destructive dynamo is more than eager to help us out. And you’re sure that he won’t suddenly start reverting back to his more peaceful nature when we need him the most.” “I can assure you that so long as he has cities to tear down he will be all the monster you need and more. And I can personally assure you that it’s been tested and proven that no good influence will be enough to ever change him back to the peaceful, little creature he used to be anymore.” “That’s fantastic to hear,” the commander stated as the ship landed and a large door on the side opened. A boarding platform extended from the ship as well and reached to the ground. “Now, enough sitting around. Turn our big monster back into a little one so he can board the ship and start heading for our very first conquest.” “No problem,” answered Scratch, getting up and walking down Stitch’s lap. He then turned to Stitch and gave him a thumbs up. “We’re all set to go now,” he told his giant, monster brother. “But you’ll need to shrink down a bit to fit inside.” “Naga,” argued Stitch. “Meega likes being great big monster.” “And you get to be that plenty,” promised Scratch. “You’ll be the most feared one in the Universe.” Hearing that made Stitch wiggle with excitement as he imagined the chaos he was going to fill this galaxy and the next with. “But in order to achieve that, you’ll need help getting from planet to planet and for us to help you, you’ll have to listen to what we say from now on. Understand?” Stitch paused to consider this for a moment. “Okay,” he nodded with a smile and started to get up. Scratch hopped off Stitch’s lap and watched the collosal, blue alien stand tall as ever. He then proceeded to take a number of slow, calming breaths as he tried to relax himself. After doing so for a few minutes his size started to disappear and bit by bit he made his way back down to his miniscule base form. Looking at himself and seeing he was now no bigger than his brother made Stitch cross his arms and pout. “Feel so small and weak like this,” he grumbled. “Much happier as giant, terrifying monster.” “I like you big and bad too, Stitchy,” agreed Scratch. “And you’ll only have to be this size every so often. We’ll even get you a nice big room so you can be nice and huge even while we’re zipping through the cosmos. I’ll even provide you with more buildings to smash till we reach another planet so you can demolish all the real ones you want. How does that sound?” Pausing for a moment to consider this offer, Stitch smiled and nodded. “Ih. Sound good to meega.” He then paused to rub his belly. “What about food?” “All you can eat,” chuckled Scratch, giving Stitch’s belly a rub. “After all, we can’t have our secret weapon going on a rampage on an empty stomach now, can we?” Stitch giggled and nodded happily, liking this arrangement more and more. Taking a big breath, he didn’t doubt that this change in his life was going to be a thrilling one. Focusing on how wonderful his recently finished rampage, he could still feel all that monstrous energy bottled up inside of him just waiting to be unleashed and he found himself sorely tempted to pull out the cork containing it too. The one thing that helped him resist that urge was the promise that he’d get much bigger and better things to demolish in the planets to come. “In that case, I’m all set to go tear apart the whole Universe,” declared Stitch, clenching his claws tightly in anticipation to do just that. “I can’t wait to see that. So, let’s stop standing around here and get you on that ship and let the Universe know that there’s a new monster out there and his name is Stitchzilla!” declared Scratch as he put an arm around his brother’s back. “Man, you really suck at coming up with creative monster names,” remarked Stitch, still not impressed with his brother’s creativity. Scratch just went back to sighing and shaking his head as they made their way up the slanted platform on the side of the ship and proceeded to enter inside of it. Once they were on board, the ship wasted no time in taking off for new worlds for Stitch to wreck.