Part 6 In the months to follow Stitch’s departure from Earth, half a dozen planets across the galaxy suddenly found themselves under siege. They each were home to far more developed civilizations than even the best that Earth had to offer, yet in only a handful of days all their major cities were reduced to rubble and their military forces were decimated from their largest ships to their most foolhardy soldiers screaming and attacking with whatever weapons they could get their hands on. In the end, no matter how vast their forces were or how technologically advanced they claimed to be, they all fell just as easily as those facing the Jaboodie before them. The same was true with their latest conquest that left another once flourishing planet on the brink of total collapse and teetering on the brink of total eradication if the war wasn’t halted immediately. With no choice but to surrender or face total extinction, they raised the white flag of surrender and gave in to their alien conqueror’s demands. “Just sign here to declare your unconditional surrender of ninety percent of your wealth, resources, and anything else we want,” the Jaboodie Commander would inform the planet’s leaders as they sat around a table with nothing more than a pen and a piece of paper at their disposal. He slid the paper and pen over to the nearest leader first. The commander attempted to maintain a stoic and calm demeanor, but after laying waste to five other planets in just as many months, he was truly enjoying this winning streak his armada was on and that made it difficult to keep his face from contorting into such a smug smirk of self-satisfaction. “And just remember what’ll happen if you don’t sign.” Extending his thumb, he gestured to behind him where the collosal, blue-furred alien loomed, though rather than looking intimidating, he was merely resting his back on what was once a major city. He had a long, thick hose connected to one of a number of large tanker trucks that were pumping something into his maw while thousands of others were all over his body either rubbing at his belly, combing his fur or even filing and shaving his nails. The big, blue giant let out a content sigh as he adjusted a massive pair of sunglasses he had on his face as he lounged around like a pampered celebrity. Despite this laid back demeanor, just the sight of his big, blue body had the planet’s leaders shaking in fright as they recalled what he was like when he wasn’t in such a docile state. They could still vividly recall all the scene that unfolded in the very city they were surrendering in as he stomped right in, cracking the ground underfoot. Every scream and explosion was still fresh in their minds and ringing in their ears. Awake or asleep, everyone who witnessed and survived the Big, Blue Terror’s rampage was undoubtedly going to be haunted by the nightmare he brought to their world. Earlier that day… Most of their world had already been annihilated since the invasion began. Only one major city had yet to be attacked, but it was clear that it was going to be the next and the final place to fall. Desperate to prevent this, all the available and remaining military forces were gathered for one last stand against the Jaboodie Commander, his own armed forces, and their giant monster secret weapon. However, before the two prior had even started to move towards the city’s border Stitch had already stomped his way over on his own and began a solo rampage, walking his way right down the main road leading into it while leaving massive footprints in it with every casual step he took on his way over. Not sure what sort of tactic this was, to send such a huge, slow-moving target right at them, the military didn’t question the logic and instead seized the opportunity to attack. Missiles, lasers, mines, grenades, and even a kitchen sink was thrown at the approaching destroyer in an attempt to fell him, but even with everything hitting its mark, they were all left flabbergasted as it did nothing to stop or even slow his advance. At best, it barely bothered his indestructible body beyond giving him a slight itch to scratch. Even more shocking to them, some of their attacks actually seemed to make the creature grow larger in size and stir on his destructive impulses even more as he stomped his feet at the edge of the city’s limits, beat his chest and roared out so loud that his voice echoed clear across the continent. Silence then fell for a moment, but didn’t last long as the behemoth of a beast finally got to work, first by pulling an entire building out of the ground with terrifying ease. Then, holding it like a javelin, he chucked it as far as he could, making it vanish completely from sight before it even hit the ground clear across the region of the planet he was currently in. “Shit,” was the only thing anyone could say upon seeing such an unstoppable beast breaking their city like they were toys for him to play with. Bringing his claws up to swipe at some more buildings in front of him, paused to look down at the military personel frozen with fear to even try attacking him again. Stitch attempted to provoke them, bringing his claws down and swinging his fists wildly to slash and bash at any structures standing before him. Though the buildings were fortified to withstand the worst of storms and disasters, they were not built nearly strong enough to withstand a monster attack from the likes of 626. Everything his paws hit broke and crumbled to pieces as if they were no more durable than slightly moist sandcastles at the beach. After turning a single city block into a pile of rubble that he then stomped it into smaller pieces of stone and twisted metal, Stitch turned back to the military to see how their reaction to that display of destruction. To Stitch’s dismay, they still didn’t move, looking even more hopeless rather than angry at him. Frowning at this, Stitch pouted like a spoiled child being ignored. “Not fun if they no fight back,” he grumbled, crossing his arms and digging his sole into the ground to create an extra deep pothole in the road. Suddenly, Stitch’s ears perked up and he started to mutter, seemingly to himself. “Oh? Uh, huh? You think that work?” His frown turned upside down as he smiled, and giggled before smirking as he turned to the fearful and now confused military force. “Heheh. Okie-take. Hold on tight. Here I go.” Stitch turned to the military tanks and troops on the ground, squatting down as he looked at them like they were nothing but cute, little bugs about to be eaten or squished by a much larger predator. He wiggled his fingers at them, giving them a condescending little greeting before he did a sudden handstand, crushing a couple tanks in the front. Everyone else just stared in utter terror at the now upside down alien as he waggled his rear at them in a taunting manner. “Taga meega patookie!” After that, he let his body flop down on them, crushing a large chunk of the military under his back and behind and shaking the ground to further scatter and terrify the rest. That seemed enough to finally snap them out of their helpless fear as they suddenly started to attack wildly without any order or organization. They were just trying to do what they could to survive and that meant taking out Stitch at all costs. Of course, like before, it did nothing but excite the big, blue abomination as he got back to his feet and let out a monstrous roar before stomping through the city once more, shoving over buildings or tearing off chunks of them with his bare hands. He followed after the remaining land military forces as they attacked him while falling back. He tried to be cautious about taking out too many more as he enjoyed the vigor and growth he gained from absorbing whenever they hit him with an energy-based attack. “This is better, but still,” muttered Stitch as he found a grocery store and licked his chops. He then pulled the whole thing out of the ground and proceeded to chomp on it like it was a large sandwich, munching and swallowing stone and metal just so he could gobble up the food it contained as well. “Wish they had some kinda super weapon to use against meega.” BOOM!!! Stitch felt cannon fire hit him right in his rear, making him jump a little and his eyes widen. It did no more visible harm than everything else, but it was clear that this attack in particular upset him. Turning to the one that did it, he glared and growled before making a fist that he used to punch the tank flank and bury it several meters underground as well. “That spot still sore,” grumbled Stitch, rubbing his rear with his free paw while he struggled a bit to dislodge the other from the ground. Stitch growled some more and snapped at seemingly nobody in particular. “Hey! It not that funny!” “Ugh! He’s making our military look like a damn joke. Nothing we do works on this monster,” groaned one of the planet’s world leaders as they watched the attack unfold from a hidden bunker safely out of range and reach of the gigantic monster terrorizing their world. After Stitch stopped grumbling, he got back to playing with their last city on the planet, quickly regaining his enthusiasm and a smile as he went on wrecking everything with the occasional cackle of childish glee. As he rampaged he stepped on another cluster of landmines that merely tickled his feet and caused his body to swell a few tiny more feet in size that was barely noticeable against his current proportions. “We might as well be fighting this freak with feathers. They’d be just about as effective.” “Then we’ll just have to hit him with something even more powerful,” a second one snapped, ramming his fist onto their discussion table. “You don’t mean we try hitting him with the Continent Crusher?” the third one put on the table, making the others look nervously at one another before turning their attention to the viewing monitor where they could see the battle was going south fast as their armed forces were getting wiped out, mostly as collateral damage as Stitch unintentionally crushed them underfoot or fell some building onto them. Adding to the horror of this display of armageddon, it was all too clear that Stitch had been merely playing around with their cities like they were toys since the invasion had started. “It’s the only thing we haven’t hit him with yet.” “Let’s not forget why it’s called that,” another pointed out. “The last time one was tested we tore a chunk out of that neighboring planet’s moon. Do you really think it’s a good idea to drop it on our own planet?” “It’ll leave a deep scar on our planet’s surface and the damage will be in the hundreds of trillions, not to mention the loss of life,” he confessed, fully aware of what such a weapon was capable of. “But even if we surrender now, these monsters are just going to invade other worlds and do the same thing to them.” The leaders paused again to watch in horror as Stitch stood about their half-wrecked city, surrounded by flames and ruins. Overhead he was holding what had once been a large statue that stood at the heart of the city. In his hands he had bent and reshaped it into a ball that he then tossed right at where they were getting a feed for all the carnage he was causing. It kept getting bigger on their viewscreen till it suddenly cut to static. “We’ve already been devastated to the point our civilization will be thrown back several centuries just trying to rebuild. We don’t have much more to lose at this point.” “I have to agree. If this is going to be the end of us, we might as well leave a legacy that we stopped the Big, Blue Terror here and saved the rest of the galaxy.” “Then, gentlemen,” the first one spoke again with another heavy sigh that things had really come to this point. “Although we’ve had our differences in the past, it seems we’re finally in total agreement on something. That monster must be stopped, even if it costs our world everything.” Reaching into the breast pocket of his suit, he retrieved a small button with a glass covering on it. “Shall we?” The others merely nodded and retrieved similar buttons on their person. Lifting up the glass to reveal the buttons, they looked at one another and silently counted down together. “3… 2… 1…” In unison, they all pressed their buttons and watched a green light flash on all of them. Then, before the leaders, on the table they were sitting at, a holographic display appeared on it that showed off their planet as well as their star and every massive body in their solar system. With some hesitation, one of them extended a finger to their own planet and poked it twice, causing it to grow in scale while the rest of the solar system disappeared. With his palm he then gestured to rotate the planet around till he located the city currently being attacked by Stitch and poked it twice. The planet vanished and was then replaced with a holographic, red button. Taking a deep breath, he slammed his palm into the air where the button was, feeling nothing safe for the air, but he and all the others could feel the great weight of responsibility as the final button was pressed. “No turning back now,” he said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Way, way up in space, a large satellite orbited the planet under attack. It remained mostly silent and motionless and it floated around the giant sphere, but, suddenly, it came to life as its small rocket jets fired and started to adjust its course to maneuver it overtop of the city where Stitch was currently rampaging. Even from outside the planet’s atmosphere, Stitch’s giant body was visible enough to make it out beyond just a big, blue mobile smudge on the surface. When the satellite was in just the right position, a section of it opened up, revealing a metal sphere that was promptly launched out of it and sent hurtling down towards the planet and its target. Upon hitting the planet’s atmosphere, the metal was quick to turn a mix of bright reds and yellows as the friction superheated it. In spite of the extreme temperature, it made it through without incident and continued to drop straight down towards both the city and the illegal genetic experiment, 626. The massive, blue abomination was still content as ever, smashing the last remaining chunks of the city without a care in the world. Even after the last feeble resistance from the military either got stomped on or once more gave up and retreated, Stitch stopped paying them any more mind and simply began his victory lap as he worked to complete his demolition of yet another planet in the galaxy. “Hey, Lil Bro,” Stitch heard in his ear, which prompted him to bring a finger over to give his inner ear a scratch. “Whoa! Hey! Hey!” cried the voice more frantically. “Don’t go digging into your ear wax! I’m in here, remember? Scratch, your handler and brother.” “Oh, right,” recalled Stitch with a lighthearted chuckle. “Stitchy having so much fun, meega forget you in there. Almost smooshed you with my finger. Heheh~” “Yeah, that would have been hilarious,” he replied, rolling his eyes and sounding far less enthusiastic about his near demise. “So, is something on your mind?” wondered Stitch, dropping his rear down on a tank that somehow managed to avoid being made into a pancake so far and miraculously made it as close as it did to their azure nemesis while he continued to leisurely converse seemingly with himself. The men inside were just about to open fire, only to see that massive, blue fanny flop down on them and smother them between his two cheeks. Their screams of terror were quickly muffled as they were sat upon by the giant, blue alien destroyer that continued to gossip with his handler completely nonchallantly. “You normally stay hidden till I’m done having fun.” “About your fun,” Scratch told him, trying to determine the best way to say what was on his mind. “Uh, you kinda got a little too anxious to have some, don’t you think. You left to start the attack before the rest of our forces could even get their pants on, let alone fully prepare to fight alongside you.” “Don’t you mean behind meega?” questioned Stitch. “All they do is follow Stitch and take care of the crumbs I miss. Meega don’t even really need them. Taking down large cities and military forces is piece o’ cake and lots of fun. Stitchy don’t need any help wrecking havoc.” “Oh, I know that as well as you do, big guy,” stated Scratch, looking around to make certain it was safe for him to climb around Stitch’s head and make his way to the bridge of his nose. Stitch remained mostly still, save for his legs that occasionally raised up to drop down and send tremors through the city and split the ground. “I’ve been by your side since day one and I know that you’re already more than a match for any army, no matter the size. Any that could be a problem just end up throwing everything they can at you, only to end up helping enhance your size by another couple of stories. At this point you’re already capable of demolishing whole countries with nothing more than your feet and an hour’s worth of dance music to get your toes tapping and your groove thing shaking.” “Oh, meega like that idea,” giggled Stitch. “Write that down so we remember to try that out, next invasion.” “I’ll do that,” chuckled Scratch, just thinking about Stitch performing the most destructive dance in the Universe. “But I doubt the rest of Jaboodie will. In fact, they haven’t been too particularly happy with your recent performances.” “But meega been a good monster and destroyed everything in my path,” countered Stitch as that satellite-sent sphere came into view overhead and was dropping true on its collision course with Stitch and the rubble that was once a great city. “And that’s the problem,” Scratch explained. “You destroy a bit too well and don’t leave them very much spoils to take from the conquered planets. It’s mostly been nitpicks so far, but I had to promise them that I’d do a better job managing you so your rampages would be a little less… rampagy.” “Oh, and how is Stitchy doing?” the big, blue monster asked, picking up a large, flat chunk of debris and tossed it with the flick of his wrist to make it fly forward, right into a still standing building in front of Stitch. It broke right through, caused the structure to collapse and kept flying, breaking through two more buildings with just as much destructive force before crumbling apart itself. “Heh. A three-smasher. Not bad.” “Well, on the smashy part, amazing,” praised Scratch, unable to hide his own gleeful smile at seeing Stitch enjoy exploring all his destructive urges, but he quickly turned more glum as he had to also critique him. “However, as I said before, the Jaboodie hasn’t been happy with your overperformance and now you’ve gone off to rampage on your own. I don’t doubt they’ll be upset with you for doing that.” “But meega didn’t go alone,” Stitch pointed out. “Stitchy got Scratch here.” “And I was taking a nap in your ear while you were doing your ten-story stretches to limber up. You wanna even tell me how you somehow snuck off without anyone even noticing?” Scratch pointed out, causing Stitch to snicker with unapologetic guilt written all over his face. Scratch knew he had to be tough and scold the naughty monster for disobeying orders, but hearing his giggles and watching him enjoy himself, he couldn’t find it in him to chastise Stitch for simply embracing his nature. Desperately, he wanted to find a way to change the subject and spotting that rapidly approaching sphere in the sky proved to be just the thing. “Uh, hey, big guy, what’s that coming down on us?” asked Scratch, raising an arm and extending a digit skyward. “Hm?” pondered Stitch, rising up and turning around to look up where Scratch was pointing and spotting the big, metal sphere meteoring down right at their exact position. “Oh, is that this planet’s secret doomsday weapon?” “Probably,” figured Scratch, rubbing his chin as he got a higher vantage point with Stitch back on his feet. “It’ll hit down in… uh, I’d say less than ten minutes. Five at the most. No doubt it’s to take you out and will likely annihilate the city and then some too.” “Ih,” nodded Stitch in agreement, accidentally shaking Scratch off his nose and sending him plummeting to the ground, screaming. “Chabata!!!” called out Scratch, flailing his arms about wildly, but there was nothing in reach for him to grab onto. Fortunately, Stitch was quick to realize his mistake and reach down to grab his bite-sized bro. His two arms flew out to grab him, but missed. Desperately, Stitch revealed his second set of arms to try and make the grab as he dropped to his knees with a thunderous BOOM!!! that shook the ground. Stitch’s third paw missed his bro as he came dangerously close to the ground, but it was the big blue experiment’s fourth hand that succeeded in catching him, the soft fur and his enhanced, durable body helping him survive such an insanely far fall. “Soka,” Stitch told Scratch as he brought his paw up to allow his bro to be eye level with him. “Meega try be more careful.” “It’s okay,” breathed Scratch, still in a bit of shock from all that. Looking up behind Stitch he spotted the weapon of mass destruction and it was closer than ever. “Uh, but you might wanna turn your attention to that lil death orb hurtling our way.” “Just leave that to meega,” Stitch replied with confidence in his voice as he brought a finger to his ear for his brother to cross back into the safety of the giant alien’s head. Once he was safely tucked inside, Stitch turned all his focus to the metal sphere that was shining from the light of the planet’s star. “That definitely gonna be a big boomboom when it goes off,” Stitch muttered to himself. “Likely strong enough to eradicate anything in its blast radius.” An impish grin spread across Stitch’s face while his heart pounded faster than ever. “Bet meega can take it. Better fasten your seatbelt, Scratch. This gonna be a bumpy ride.” “Considering that the only thing in your ears is wax, that really isn’t possible,” he commented as Stitch took a few steps back, walking into some more building rubble that got crushed into even smaller rubble and more bent pieces of steel. Stitch paid that no mind as he held up his hands, placing his thumbs on top of one another and raising his pointer fingers up as he attempted to fit the falling sphere inside of it. “Target locked,” stated Stitch as his super computer brain started to make the necessary calculations to intercept that falling bomb. He hummed a little as he got into a running stance, his one foot digging into the ground as he prepared to start sprinting. Taking a deep breath, Stitch started a countdown. “Three…” “Two…” “One…” “Go!” he cried out as he lunged forward, his steps on the ground causing the city to quake violently and caused any remaining, nearby buildings to shake apart. The massive, blue running took only a few steps during all of this, before he crouched down and sprang forth, pushing against the ground and causing everything around him to collapse inward against the force he applied on it from merely performing a high jump. Launching off the ground at a breakneck speed, Stitch was quick to meet up with the destructive sphere in midair. “Ohoh~” he giggled excitedly, holding his four arms out as he readied to grab this on his first attempt. “Bigger than meega expected. This will be lotsa fun!” “No doubt about that,” chuckled Scratch, peeking out real quick to see how things were going, but as he saw that Stitch was about to collide with the bomb, he hurried back to his safe haven to avoid getting caught up in it himself. “Come to Stitchy!” cried out 626 as the sphere flew right at his chest and he hugged it tightly to his body. There was a brief Click! and the next thing the giant, blue fur ball knew a bright red light and burning heat expanded from his chest outward, quickly consuming his whole massive body in a burst of energy unlike anything he had ever felt before. “What on this world?” spoke the Jaboodie commander able to see Stitch leap into the sky and suddenly explode. “Doctor! Report! What just happened?” “A-According to my readings,” he answered, staring at a device in his hands. There was a series of alien numbers on the display and they were increasing at such an alarming rate it had the brilliant alien trembling and sweating. “It seems like the leaders of this world finally decided to go all in and used their secret weapon, a Phazon-based Bomb against 626, aiming to take him out even at the cost of decimating everything else for countless miles.” “Blast that darn thing!” snarled the commander, staring up at the explosion that was still growing larger with every passing second. The heat it was giving off was intense enough that they could even feel it from where they were. “I knew we should have taken that thing offline before we entered their atmosphere.” “We already discussed that option,” the scientist reminded him. “If we got too close they likely would have set it off in the satellite and decimated our entire force. Our only option since landing has been to attack swiftly and then vanish off their radar till we’d strike again and hope they hesitated to use such a dangerous trump card till it was no longer an option.” “Then what are OUR current options?” barked the commander of the Jaboodie. “Will the blast reach us all the way over here and what about our secret weapon? Don’t tell me we’ve lost 626.” “Not necessarily,” he reminded his leader. “As long as 626 can withstand and absorb the energy of the attack we’ll be in no danger in our current position.” “And if he cannot handle it?” the commander inquired next. “Th-Then we really should have started evacuating as far back as possible,” he answered, nervous and sweating. “Off planet far would be best. Um, but as I said before, such a weapon is still no match for 626’s infinite potential. No doubt he’ll can take the full brunt of a Phazon bomb and come out of it bigger and more powerful than ever.” “And undoubtedly more difficult to control than ever,” grumbled the commander, not seeing that outcome as much better than the other. “He’s already too strong for our own forces to combat and our only bargaining chip is that we’re his only means to reach other planets and cities for him to play with. If he becomes even more unruly, we will seriously have to reconsider the best means of handling him.” Glaring up at the massive explosion in the sky, he had to shield his eyes from the blinding brightness of it. “Provided he survives this, of course. For now, we’ll retreat back while monitoring the situation and react accordingly to the outcome.” “Gentlemen, it’s been a pleasure,” stated one of the planet’s leaders as he popped the cork on a glass bottle and poured the sparkling liquid into a number of crystal goblets for each of them. They were all watching the massive explosion as it was nearing the tallest, still standing buildings and about to vaporize them as it had the big, blue monster that boldly, but foolishly took it head on. “With the planet the state it’s in and our bomb about to wipe out our last major city, it looks like this is the end for our once great civilization.” “But at least, it’s also the end of that menace of a trog,” replied another, raising his glass and the others did the same. “And with that, the greatest threat to the galaxy will have been stopped here, by us.” “Then a toast! To us and the end of that monster’s galactic rampage!” They brought their glasses together. Clink! Then they all brought the liquid to their lips to savor the sweet and bitter flavor before swallowing. GRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!! All at once, they spit out their drinks as that monstrous bellow shook them to their core. They all turned to the monitor, the growing explosion still on it, but a horrible dread was now turning their stomachs. “There’s no way. It- It’s impossible. Any living thing should be nothing more than atoms in the ether by now.” “Maybe some weird feedback caused by the bomb in the atmosphere,” one of them suggested, though the shaking and fear on their faces was evidence enough that they knew full well what was the undeniable source of that beastly noise. They continued to stare at the monitor unblinking and watched as something even more unexpected and horrifying occurred. The explosion that had been rapidly and unstoppably growing since its detonation had paused its advance. It was but a short distance away from reaching the few remaining buildings of the city, but even after the several seconds that passed in which it should have kept on expanding, with seemingly no end, there was still no change. The world leaders were now left with awful awe on their faces as they desperately yearned to see their Continent Crusher do its job and swallow up the city and move on to the rest of the continent before expending all its energy and fizzling out. They wanted that to happen now with all their heart, but that wasn’t what happened. Instead, much to their horror, it started to shrink in mass, getting pulled back into itself even faster than its expansion. Soon another ungodly boom of a beastly cry emerged from it, this one with an even deeper bass than the one before it and this one oozing with an intense ecstasy that sent a chill down their spines. At nearly half the size it reached, something was very visible within the miniature sun-like sphere, a fetus-like shadow that was undoubtedly Stitch nearly motionless in that womb of energy. Despite his stillness, it was all too clear that he was anything but dead and though the explosion still easily dwarf the giant alien’s size, it was continuing to get drawn back in, not into itself, but into Stitch. GRRRRROOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRR!!!!!! Another monstrous roar erupted from the explosion and with it, the shadow of Stitch finally started to move. Not only that, it had begun to grow and expand outward as fast as teh Phazon energy was dwindling away. In practically the blink of an eye, another five stories had been added to Stitch’s already terrifying height and more frightening still his growth wasn’t showing any sign that it was slowing down. Before long, that shadow that seemed almost trapped within the explosion quickly filled it up completely turning it all black as if the beast’s body expanded to every inch of the fiery sphere till a couple of massive, blue-furred arms emerged out of them and continued to grow in size in big, booming bursts. Soon to follow was Stitch’s second set of arms and feet, all increasing with mass while the burning sphere continued to dwindle. Next, Stitch’s head emerged, ginormous as the rest of his body and letting out another beastly cry that was the loudest roar his enlarged windpipe was able to produce yet. As the Phazon bomb continued to shrink, it’s incredible energy getting pulled into 626’s torso, another scary, though in a different way, part of the juggernaut alien emerged, his cock and balls. Like the rest of him, they had such a fearsome and astounding growth spurt, his dick easily as long and thick as some of the buildings he had just recently demolished while his balls could have smothered over most of a city block and left a twin crater in the ground if he allowed them to t-bag the planet’s surface hard enough. “Whew!” sweated Scratch as he poked his head out of Stitch’s ear, the hole a lot more spacious after Stitch’s most recent growth and from what he could see of his enlarged brother his fur, that had previously reached up to his ankles like a lawn that was due for a trim, now came up to his waist like a grassland that had been bountiful with days of nourishing rain. As he took a few steps out onto the side of Stitch’s face to look around, he couldn’t help notice how swelteringly hot it was. “Since we’re both alive I guess that means you managed to take the blast no problem?” “Ih,” nodded Stitch, even a calm, simple response like that was booming loud to Scratch now, forcing him to cover his ears while he was this close to his gargantuan brother. Looking down at the ground and smirking at the sight of how much smaller even the buildings now looked from his grander perspective, Stitch let his maw stretch into a mile long grin, showing off his teeth that looked to be at least as big as two story homes now on their own. “And how are you feeling?” he inquired, smirking and chuckling. “As if I didn’t already know~” “Heheh,” giggled Stitch, his giant heart pounding inside his mountainous frame. His cock throbbed hard and it leaked pre from the sheer ecstasy he felt as the vaster proportions he obtained and the destructive power that came with it. “MEEGA, NALA KWEESTA!!!” he called out, his voice carrying across the continent and even into the upper atmosphere of the planet. “Well, then don’t just float here defying gravity,” joked Scratch as Stitch’s body began to drop back down towards the planet. “Goobaja!” “Tookie bah wah bah!” exclaimed Stitch as he hugged his legs and brought his ass down so it would be the first part of him to impact the surface. “What in the Celestial’s name is he doing?” questioned the Jaboodie commander, somewhat pleased to see 626 was alive and bigger than ever, but was already feeling his head throb painfully over what an increased burden it was going to be to keep the destructive monster in line. “I, uh, believe,” answered his science officer, less aggravated and more terrified by the endless growth potential of Stitch’s body continuing to crush his expectations. “I believe that’s something the inhabitants of the world we procured 626 one call a, uh, ‘Cannonball.’” “Oh, blitznak,” grumbled the commander. “And there goes millions more we’re out for this conquest.” “Toga meega patookie!” called out Stitch before his cheeks connected with the ground and the remnants of the city around him burst out of the ground from the meteoric impact of mountainous body. The entire planet trembled violently from the sheer force of something akin to a small moon crashing into it. Quakes cracked the planet across the globe while tsunamis rose up all over, flooding the land and reshaping the continents. Volcanic pressure that still had centuries of time till they would finally leak out and erupt were forced to prematurely by Stitch’s impact. From the mere destruction of that one city, the global repercussions were on a completely unprecedented level as dozens of natural disasters ravaged most of the world that Stitch had already mostly annihilated. As for Stitch himself, he was on his back, resting in the colossal crater his ass had created. With the city wrecked and large chunks of the ground uprooted, he smiled, content that he had his fill of mayhem, for the time being anyway. Putting away his extra set of arms, he used one of his main ones to grip his length and proceed to jerk his monster cock off. With how horny and blissful he already was he barely needed more than a couple of minutes before his skyscraper cock was pulsing intensely as his climax was achieved. Murring and moaning, a tsunami of cum shot out of his tip, flooding sections of the rubble that were once a proud and vibrant city in his sticky, hot seman. Giggling and curling his toes as he still felt so terribly naughty, Stitch aimed his dick all over as he continued shooting out miles long ropes of his spunk all over, covering more and more of the broken terrain around him, creating a pearly white tapestry of spooge that was as visible from orbit as his titanic self was. “Well, that didn’t work how we expected,” one of the world leaders sighed. He and the others were amazed that they somehow were still alive after Stitch’s impact with the planet, though all their computer systems were now offline and they lost power till the backup generator kicked in. “You think?” another replied to him. “We just made that freak of nature worse and after that, we’ve got nothing left.” “Nothing left save to surrender,” a third admitted. “And pray that they never return here so that we can try and somehow rebuild. As for the rest of the galaxy, I fear that with or without our ‘help’ that monster’s rampage is far from over.” Back to the present… “Just put your signature down on the dotted line and we’re outta here,” the Jaboodie commander told the planet’s leaders once again at their meeting of unconditional surrender. They didn’t need the reminder, but he loved being able to rub salt in their wounds. Every word he uttered served to further aggravate the men he was extorting from, almost enough to have them refuse. Almost, but looking behind him at the lazing beast that was the main reason for their defeat, they found it easier to grin and bear it. “Then you can start rebuilding or move to some other planet in the cosmos, though I wouldn’t recommend the latter. You might end up getting attacked by us all over again and lose whatever we’re kind enough to leave you with now.” “You know you’ll never get away with this,” one of the leaders remarked as he took the pen and scribbled his name down and passed the paper and pen to the next leader. “The Galactic Federation is the most powerful united force in the galaxy and they won’t sit idly by while you continue plundering planets like this.” “They’ll have to catch us first,” the Jaboodie Commander laughed at what felt like such a hollow threat from a sore loser. “It’s a big galaxy out there and finding one little ship in all that vastness is practically a million to one odds even if you do have a general idea of where they’re located. One quick trip into hyperspace and we’re long gone. And as for the most powerful force in existence, don’t make me laugh. We all already know what the most powerful, dangerous, and destructive power to exist in this galaxy, or any other, is and he’s over there, right behind us.” “URRRRAAAP!!!!!” belched Stitch, the force of a simple burp from the mountain-sized alien shaking the ground and deafening everyone with the explosive force behind it. “Oh, scuse meega,” Stitch apologized as he grabbed handfuls of food capsules that were each filled with several buffets worth of dehydrated food. As he dropped dozens of the pumpkin-sized orbs into his awaiting maw he let his saliva dissolve the capsules and then rehydrate the food into fully cooked meals. In an instant, Stitch’s cheeks bulged as tons of food suddenly filled it up. “Mmm~” he hummed, delighted in the hodgepodge of flavors on his tongue as he munched them up and swallowed. Following this up, he grabbed the large hose connected to a tanker truck filled with gallons of a tasty, chocolatey liquid. With the hose locked onto his lips he sucked the contents out of it so rapidly that the metal container started to collapse in on itself as if it was a plastic bottle. Once it was empty another tanker was quickly brought in to take its place while Stitch filled his maw with more of those food-filled capsules. With his free hand, he fiddled with his gigantic sunglasses, loving how much of a celebrity such cool shades and all this pampering made him feel to be. “Just to give you an idea of what a monster 626 really is,” bragged the commander of the Jaboodie. “When we first acquired him, one of those capsules was enough to stuff him full. A few planets later and he was downing them like candy. Now, we’re probably gonna have to get another cruiser just to have enough food prepared for his daily meals.” “That’s insane,” one of the leaders cried. “A creature like that could very well wipe out not just our Galaxy but the whole Universe and yet you’re encouraging it and spoiling it. How long do you even think you can satisfy it before it turns on you?” “So long as 626 needs a means to get to more places to destroy, he’ll obey whatever I tell him,” he remarked, concealing any trace for his distaste for the lengths he had to go through to ensure his cooperation. “And, if he doesn’t want to get left behind and stuck playing with a planet he’s already stomped flat then he’d best reflect on his current performance and consider what he can do to improve for next time.” “Uh, are you referring to meega sneaking off ahead of the scheduled attack?” asked Stitch leaning in closer to the meeting. “Be glad that you performed well and nullified that doomsday attack,” the commander stated. “So I’ll look the other way, for now.” “Okie-taka,” nodded Stitch with a child-like smile as returned to lounging till it was time to leave. The commander snorted, still far from happy with this impossible-to-control weapon of his. “Now, about our spoils of war…” With the surrender signed, the planet’s leaders were forced to hand over all their wealth, resources, and everything else that the Jaboodie Commander demanded of them. In exchange for receiving practically everything that wasn’t nailed down to the planet. Trucks transported all of it into the Jaboodie’s flagship and once all that was complete the armada was quick to pack up and return to their ships with Stitch and Scratch bringing up the rear. The planet’s leaders and a number of survivors watched them vacate their world. They were relieved to be rid of them, yet at the same time it felt debatably crueler to leave them in such a helpless and impoverished state instead. “Mmph, too small,” grumbled Stitch, not even able to push his nose into the large cargo entrance he normally used. “More like you’re too freaking big,” laughed Scratch, reaching to pat a tiny spot on Stitch’s massive, blue sniffer. “You’re gonna have to shrink yourself if you wanna fit.” Stitch shrugged and pouted like a spoiled child. “Stitchy no likey,” he grumbled, crossing his arms, but started to reduce in size despite his words. It was a jaw dropping sight to see the towering behemoth deflate from mountain-sized to the height of a skyscraper and keep getting smaller till he was suddenly standing at a measly few feet tall, the same as his handler. “That better?” “More than you needed to lose, but it’s nice being able to look at you without having to look up all the time,” replied Scratch with a smile while he rubbed his shoulders. “My neck thanks you and now I can easily do this.” Opening his arms wide, he hugged Stitch tight and his no longer giant bro returned the favor. “Also, we’re gonna clean out those ears of yours before the next invasion,” Scratch tagged on, making Stitch grumble more. “I’m afraid that ear cleaning will have to wait,” the Jaboodie commander told his two minions. “For now, 626, return to your room. As for you, agent, I need to have a word or two with you. Please, come with me.” “Scratch going to be alright?” asked a worried Stitch as his brother slipped out of their hug, but they still held hands. “Don’t worry,” assured Scratch, trying to sound confident, but his tone was a little shaky. “He probably just wants to fill me in on the next planet we’re invading so I can prepare you. The fun never stops around here, after all.” “Ih,” nodded Stitch, already eager to rampage again, especially with his latest boost of size to make use of. “Okie-take. But come back soon.” Paws parting, the two blue fur balls went their separate ways. Stitch made his way back to his room on one end of the ship while Scratch followed his commander to the other. With his monstrous bro no longer around, Scratch was able to drop the false confidence he had been displaying as one of more worry and concern appeared. “He’s definitely not happy with how Stitch disobeyed his instruction and attacked prematurely,” he reasoned. “B-But that’s fine. No matter what, Stitch is still his ultimate weapon, able to destroy whole cities on his own and take any attack and come out of it more powerful than ever. Even if the commander wanted to punish us, the worst he could do is give us a slap on the wrist and bore us with a lengthy lecture… right?” Reaching the conference room, they saw the Jaboodie scientist was there too with a chamber-like device that looked to be about the right size for him or Stitch, at his base size, to fit into. With its glass frame, Scratch was able to see its insides clearly and could tell that it was more than a mere containment unit. As for what it could do, he could only speculate while the worry he was carrying only increased tenfold. “Oh, blitznak,” he spoke under his breath as he stared at the device while his commander took a seat beside the device and his head scientist. Lacing his fingers, he stared sternly at Scratch who remained fixated on the machine. “Agent!” the commander spoke harshly to get his attention. Scratch jumped in fright and scrambled to right himself up and salute his commander. “At attention, sir!” “Agent,” he spoke more calmly now that he had his attention again. “Actually, you prefer to use the codename given to you during Operation: Brothers now, don’t you, Scratch?” “I figured it’d be more effective in maintaining a bond with Stitch if I remained as such,” he explained. “Which is also why you declined to have your genetics returned to normal too,” he assumed. “That is correct,” he nodded. “It was the bond I was able to form with Stitch that is what swayed him to join us in our galactic conquest.” “The report said that it was a surge of power from a pylon that finally swayed him,” the scientist corrected Scratch. “At the time, your efforts were starting to falter in the presence of the lifeform 626 was currently residing with.” “That did help, but my own efforts were just as key and her unexpected arrival was the only thing that did impede me,” countered Scratch. “Now that she is no longer a factor, nothing will be able to sway Stitch from us.” “Then if that is the case, we should no longer require you or your methods to manage 626,” concluded the commander from what he heard. “And that also means you will not be needed as his handler either.” “What?!? You can’t be serious!” exclaimed Scratch, the meeting getting worse with every exchange of dialogue between them. “You can’t separate us. He’s my brother!” The commander and scientist gave Scratch a disapproving glare. “I, uh, mean I’m his handler.” “And while you have done well in your role,” continued the commander. “It is painfully obvious that you have become much too overly attached to 626. The way you interact with him and how you behave make this truth very apparent. You truly see him as much your own sibling as you led him to believe you are his.” “I know that I’m not really his brother,” Scratch assured them. “But I have to remain in character for him. How heartbroken do you think he’ll be if he finds out the truth, not to mention angry? He might decide to rampage and destroy the ship. He wouldn’t even need to do much beyond let his body outgrow the vessel.” “If he wishes to continue rampaging to his heart’s delight then he won’t dare defy us,” the head scientist stated. “Without our support he can’t possibly do so on his own.” “You’d best not underestimate him,” warned Scratch. “Stitch is much more than a monster. He’s highly intelligent and more than capable of piloting a spacecraft. In truth, he barely needs you for more than meals and he could easily take the ship’s food replicator to ensure he can stuff himself all he wants as he commandeers a shuttle to take his leave in.” “Hmm,” pondered the Jaboodie commander as he listened carefully to all Scratch had to say. “You make a lot of very good points. I was right to set up this meeting with you. It was a great eye opening experience on how exactly we should proceed.” “Sir?” replied Scratch, starting to get hopeful that he had managed to turn this meeting around. “More drastic measures will need to be taken to better control 626,” he continued to say, dashing Scratch’s hopes. “For starters, it has been far too risky allowing that monster to remain as he is while aboard. As you have said, he could demolish our ship merely by growing himself too big. From now on, he should be confined to his dehydrated pod state between his missions.” “Dehydrated? Pod state?” questioned Scratch, eyes wide and lips quivering as things had suddenly taken a nosedive from worry to what he could only imagine was utter despair. “What do you mean?” “While Dr. Jumba Jookiba did design over six hundred genetic experiments, including 626 with a wide varying degree of abilities and weaknesses,” explained the Jaboodie scientist. “They all have one unique feature in terms of storage and portability.” “Uh, well I guess Stitch is sort of portable when he’s at his base size,” replied Scratch, not sure what this had to do with dehydration. “And when he’s giant everything else is portable to him.” “No you simpleton,” snapped the irked scientist. “When Dr. Jookiba created his experiments, as part of their programming he allowed for their bodies to compress down into a ball shape no larger than an inch in diameter. While in that state their bodies undergo a sort of hibernation stasis until they are awakened by coming into contact with moisture. On the reverse of that, if all the moisture is extracted from their body then they will re enter that dormant state and that is where this machine comes into play.” “With it,” continued the commander. “626 can be returned back to being in his pod where he will be safely contained until we have need of him. It is quite an ingenious way of putting a safety on a weapon of mass destruction and being able to easily slip it right through enemy lines. Just think, we could awaken 626 in the heart of a city and activate him to appear seemingly out of nowhere to start demolishing everything. I’m sure he’d enjoy that.” The thought of such a sneaky entrance did sound rather intriguing and Scratch could already imagine the scenario playing out in his head, but remaining on guard, he didn’t let such an enticing idea distract him from their intentions. “Sorry, but there is no way Stitch would agree to such a thing and neither will I,” the small, bluish green agent told them. “Stitch is more than a weapon for you to use when it’s convenient for you and shelf him away all other times. You might as well give up on that idea right now cause there’s no way that he’d ever give you the chance to use that machine on him.” “We figured as much,” agreed the commander. “But that’s why we wanted to discuss it with you first, since you are the one he is closest to.” “So?” he asked, his sense of dread worsening as he suddenly felt like he was a mouse getting cornered by two hungry cats. “So, if asked by you, he would certainly agree to being dehydrated, correct?” the scientist calculated. “Or… he could be convinced to do so if it will be to keep you safe from harm,” added the commander. “Speaking hypothetically, of course.” “Of course,” Scratch sweated. Shaking a bit, he stepped back and attempted to open the electronic door behind him, but despite pressing the button it merely made the buzzing noise that indicated it was currently locked. “Then you will help us convince Stitch to do this for us?” asked the commander, trying to act all friendly, but he was wearing that same smug look he had on when discussing the surrender terms with the leaders of the last planet they conquered. “N-No,” refused Scratch, drawing on his willingness to protect Stitch, real brother or not. It gave him enough of a backbone to take a step forward and glare with determination back at the two of them. “I won’t tell Stitch to do that and if you try to use me as a hostage I’ll simply tell him to forget about me and tear apart this whole ship till it’s nothing but scrap floating in space. What do you think about that?!?” “I’m impressed by your guts to go this far,” confessed the commander. “Unfortunately, that leaves us at a stalemate that we might never be able to escape unless I were to back off from that proposal… under a simple condition.” “A condition?” questioned Scratch, muscles tensing up from all the suspicion he was feeling. “Our commander’s never been one to back down ever,” he pondered and sweated. “He always ensures he’s got the big advantage for any undertaking. That’s why he was so adamant to acquire Stitch, though, I suppose, in this case, my big bro is my advantage in these negotiations and he has nothing that can beat that.” Taking a deep breath, he wiped his forehead and continued to speak. “What is this condition?” “Merely this,” he explained. “Stitch will be allowed to remain as he is, so long as he obeys all orders during our attacks from now on. Should he deviate in any way then he will willingly be podded for the duration till our next conquest. If he performs well and listens properly then, his punishment will then be lifted.” “Oh, a brilliant idea, sir,” applauded the scientist as he clapped his hands. “It is a most fair agreement if I do say so myself. It will require 626 to behave and the punishment for not doing so will be no worse than a typical grounding. Surely, you can see no problem in that.” “I don’t see any problem in it,” admitted the small, furry alien, though that bad feeling he had didn’t lessen. “And you won’t try and get us on some minor technicality?” “So long as he follows the orders he’s given and doesn’t do anything to significantly reduce our victory spoils I couldn’t care less about how he goes about bulldozing our enemies.” “Well, that should be simple enough,” nodded Scratch, relief setting in and allowing those words to slip out of his maw before he could even consider the offer. “And yet you allowed 626 to sneak off during that last attack while you were supposed to be keeping an eye on him,” the scientist pointed out. “If you had been properly doing your job then we wouldn’t even be here discussing this.” “I admit, I grew too lax with my responsibilities and that provided Stitch the opportunity to go out before the rest of the armada,” confessed Scratch. “But I won’t make that same mistake again. I can assure you that Stitch will need nothing more than this warning.” “Then it seems we have reached an understanding,” smiled the commander more earnestly as he reached down to shake Scratch’s hand to seal the deal. Reaching back to his leader, the two shook and the commander then unlocked the door for Scratch to take his leave. “You can go now and enjoy some quality time with your, uh, brother. Just be sure to inform him of this meeting and see to it that he understands what disobedience will lead to.” “Don’t worry, he won’t ever do that again,” promised Scratch as he took his leave. “So long as he gets to break stuff he won’t ever have a reason to.” As soon as the door shut behind Scratch the two aliens turned to one another and smirked. “Well, that’ll ensure 626 will avoid any more reckless actions, for a while anyway,” commented the scientist. “But his nature is much too wild and his destructive urges are not something a mere agreement can reign in. Scratch will only help deter him for so long. He is much too attached to 626 emotionally now and he clearly enjoys watching the carnage as much as the other one enjoys creating it.” “Which is why we cannot let things stand as they are,” nodded the commander. “How much time do you need before you can commence the operation?” “I’d say a few more months to half a solar cycle,” he answered, looking a bit ashamed by this admission. “Dr. Jookiba is truly unparalleled in biological engineering. All this time since we acquired 626 and I’ve only just begun to break through the firewalls he put in place to keep anyone from accessing the data within his experiments. Fortunately, no security is unbeatable and once it is then 626’s obedience problems will be a thing of the past.” “And our reliance on Scratch too,” added the commander, smirking darkly. “Then 626 will truly be the perfect weapon that only responds to my direct command.” “He had horrible plans for meega,” worried Stitch on the edge of his seat as he listened to Scratch’s story. “And I wish I’d been aware of what they had plotted and gotten you away from them the second I reached you in your room,” replied Scratch. “But I was just relieved that they were only giving you a warning. I had no idea they were just manipulating me in order to buy themselves more time for what they had planned for you. If I had, you wouldn’t have lost yourself and I wouldn’t have lost you.” “That’s all in the past,” assured Stitch, patting Scratch on the shoulder to comfort him. “Speaking of which, what happened next?” “Well, I went back to your room to fill you in on the situation,” he explained. “Naturally, you were plenty pouty about it all, but agreed to try and restrain yourself some more. For the next few planets, we conquered them without incident. You had fun ending so many civilizations by stepping on them. Heh, and, of course, there was that time you tried to wipe one out by crushing everything with your ass. Did any of that one return to your memory yet?” “Unfortunately, some of it did,” grumbled Stitch, rubbing a spot on his rear. It didn’t hurt anymore, but as he recalled accidentally impaling his cheeks it did help to ease away the irksome memory. “Wait, didn’t I do that before the warning?” “Yes and no,” elaborate Scratch. “You actually did it twice and ended up bruising one cheek the first time and the other the second.” “Ugh, you mean meega gotta remember doing the same dumb thing twice?” groaned Stitch, not thrilled about remembering his more humiliating moments. “Well, the old you can’t truly be back without every last piece put back in its proper place,” Scratch stated. “And it was funnier in hindsight. We laughed about all that plenty of times after the fact.” Chuckling, Scratch looked at Stitch who still wasn’t amused. “Meega no remember laughing about that at all,” Stitch replied, seeming quite certain about that recollection. “Uh, well, maybe I was the only one who found that funny,” Scratch chuckled nervously as he saw Stitch starting to swell in size as he radiated some restrained aggression. His bro opted to change the subject before a simple storytime turned to something much more violent and painful. “A-Anyway, after a while we practically forgot about the agreement I made since everything had been going so smoothly. Save for avoiding a few key locations the boss wanted left intact for the valuables and resources they contained, you were free to break everything else. We didn’t run into any difficult opponents that could do much of anything to get in your way and the commander praised us both a lot for all our hard work. For nearly a year we made it by, no sweat, but then, on our last conquest, it happened.” Scratch’s voice grew more solemn as he spoke. “I don’t know if it was because the head scientist finally figured out a way through the security protecting you from being tampered with or he had it done already and the two of them were just waiting for us to give them an excuse, but, on that day, our luck had finally run out.”