"You gotta be careful now, Andrew", Jack said as Ian returned to normal. "You're my best friend and I don't want anything bad happening, so you gotta promise me you'll watch out for anything that might squish or eat you." Andrew had been bitten by Selena's new pet kitty, Ian, and had become malleable and gooey as a result and was currently just as vulnerable as his friend.
 
"Fine, fine", andrew said. "I'll be careful. I don't see how you can be all scared and stuff when you're basically immortal."
 
"I mean it!", jack whined. "You're all gooey and gummy now, so you gotta watch it. Your brother might..."
 
"Jeez, jack, i told you i'll be fine."
 
"well... Alright. I trust you", jack said as he walked home with Ian in his arms.
 
As soon as jack had gone home, Andrew turned around to see his little brother staring up at him. "Oh, uh, hey Stevie...", Andrew said. “ I gotta get to my room, so…” andrew was cut off as stevie poked him hard in the stomach, creating a small divot.
 
 
"Heehee! Bubba all squishy like ack!", the stevie giggled
 
 
"Stevie! Cut it out, you little brat!", andrew yelled as he pushed his little brother away... Only to be knocked to the ground.
 
 
"Hah! You wimpy now, bubba!", the toddler giggled, finding his big brother's newfound vulnerability hilarious.
 
 
“Y-you better stay back, Stevie”, Andrew cried as he turned and ran away.
 
 
Stevie quickly followed, laughing as he chased after his now-squishy big brother. “Imma smoosh you, bubba!”, the toddler laughed as he chased his brother into the house. “Imma eat you up!”
 
 
“I should’ve listen to Jack!”, Andrew said to himself as he ran through the halls, only to be stopped by his mother, Barbara. She seemed a bit sweaty, and her work out clothes was speckled with weird pinkish blotches.
 
 
“Andrew!”, Barbara yelled as the boy skidded to a stop. “What have I told you about running in the house, young man?!”
 
 
“But mom!”, Andrew whined. “Stevie's chasing me and i-”
 
 
“It’s nice that you're playing with your brother, but keep it safe”, his mother said. “You're a lot bigger and stronger than Stevie, and you could really hurt him if you aren't careful.” Barbara walked back to her exercise room, completely unaware of her eldest son's condition.
 
 
Andrew gulped as he looked around, unable to find his little brother anywhere. Thinking he was safe, Andrew breathed a sigh of relief, headed to his room, and locked the door. Suddenly, his closet door opened and out burst Stevie, grabbing his malleable older brother and squishing his mouth shut! “I tricked you, bubba”, Stevie giggled. “Now you allll mine!” Andrew panicked, attempting to squirm out of his little brother's grasp, only for Stevie to toss him up into the air before he landed back on the floor with a *SPLAT*! Andrew’s eyes rolled as he was reduced to a flesh-colored splatter on the floor with eyes. “Heehee! You look funny, bubba!”, Stevie laughed. Andrew simply lied there in his daze as his brother went through his closet and dragged out a box that contained his toys, as well as some that Jack had let him borrow. Andrew had never allowed his brother to play with his toys, both because he was too young for them, and because he often broke his own and he knew he’d do the same to his. The boy-blob had only barely begun to snap out of his daze when a shadow covered him a Stevie's rapidly descending butt filled his vision! *SQUELCH!*
 
 
“Hehe, you really comfy, bubba”, Stevie giggled as he wiggled his plump little butt on top of his brother. “Now I can play with your toys all I want”, Stevie said as he shifted from side to side on his brother-cushion.
 
 
Andrew's screams were muffled underneath the toddler's cheeks as the younger boy made himself comfortable while he dug through his toy box. “Mmmmmmffff!”
 
 
“You can't stop me, wimpy bubba”, Stevie teased as he grabbed one of the toys from the box, Jack's Knockout figure, and fiddled around with it as his older brother struggled in vain beneath his butt. Andrew continued his futile attempts to squirm free, and mentally cringed as he heard a *SNAP*. “Oops. Sorry, bubba”, Stevie said, sounding genuinely apologetic before he pulled out another toy.
 
 
“Oh man”, Andrew said to himself as Stevie shifted his weight on top of him. “Hope that wasn't Jack’s. He’s gonna kill me… if my brother doesn't first”, he whimpered. Andrew’s whining was suddenly interrupted by a rumbling sound. The boy panicked and quickly renewed his struggles, knowing that noise meant one of two things, neither of which were good for him.
 
 
“I’m hungry now”, Stevie said as he stood up. He turned and giggled at the sight of his big brother, now reduced to nothing but a perfect mold of his round, chubby little butt cheeks. “You gonna be food now, bubba!”, Stevie giggled as he peeled his flattened brother off the ground. “Imma eat you up!”
 
 
Andrew attempted to escape the grasp of his ravenous little brother, but only managed a bit of a wiggling, causing Stevie to laugh.
 
 
The younger boy licked his lips and took a bite out of his Andrew pancake, causing the flattened boy to mentally yelp in pain. “Mmmmm! You taste like banana pudding!”, Stevie exclaimed as he chewed him up, savoring his brother's sweet taste. The toddler continued munching on his older brother, enjoying both his brother's flavor and the feeling of being so much stronger than his big brother. Stevie greedily scarfed down every bite of Andrew's body, giggling as he felt him slide down his throat. Soon, Andrew was nothing but mush in his little brother's gut, his hot stomach juices quickly reducing him to nothing but a liquid. “*UUURRRRPPP!*” Stevie laughed after letting out a sizable belch. “Heehee! You sure were yummy, bubba!”, the toddler said as he patted his belly, causing the boy inside to slosh around. “Now I got two yummy toys!”, Stevie cheered.
 
 
Andrew gurgled inside of his brother’s tummy, fearful of what the terrible toddler had in store for him.
 
 
Stevie yawned and walked over to Andrew's bed, climbing in and pulling the covers over himself. “Your bed’s a lot bigger and comfier than mine, bubba”, Stevie said as he wriggled around and got comfortable. “Now I’m gonna sleep here, and you get to sleep in my tummy! G’night, bubba”, Stevie said, yawning before he fell asleep.
 
 
Andrew would get no sleep as he was forced through his brother's digestive system, cringing as he felt tiny bits of his body get sucked up and absorbed into Stevie, being turned into a little layer of pudge to fuel the growing boy. “Ugh… this isn't as cool as I thought it’d be…”, Andrew gagged as he was pushed through his intestines, finally ending up in his little brother's colon. As he rested in his brother's bowels, Andrew figured now was as good a time as any to get some sleep… only for his rest to be interrupted by a loud fart!
 
 
*FRRRRRRTTTTT!*
Stevie yawned as he was woken up by his own flatulence and giggled. “Hehe, morning, bubba”, Stevie giggled as he sat up and looked down at his butt. “You ready to come out?” The toddler hopped out of his brother's bed and headed out of the room over to the bathroom. He dropped his shorts and plopped his plump little butt onto the toilet, grunting as he pushed his brother-turd out from between his cheeks. “Come on, bubba! Come out!”
 
 
Andrew whimpered as he was squeezed out along with a smelly fart. The boy-turd slid out like a play doh snake, shuddering as he felt the cold chill of the water as he coiled up below.
 
 
Feeling that his brother was no longer contained in his butt, Stevie hopped down and looked at his brother-turd and laughed. “You look funny, bubba”, Stevie giggled. Andrew was briefly worried of what his brother would do to him next as he saw the toddler reach into the toilet, but was quickly interrupted as he heard his mother call out.
 
 
“Stevie! Andrew!”, Barbara called. “Come and eat your breakfast!”
 
 
“Coming, Mommy!”, Stevie cried as he pulled his shorts up and scuttled over to the dining room.
 
 
Andrew breathed a sigh of relief and concentrated in reforming. Because he was unused to his newly malleable body, it took him quite a while to return to normal. He began to head over to the kitchen to eat, but remembered his encounter with Stevie. Getting squished up and munched on by his brother was bad enough, but he didn't want his mom to find out. He knew that Jack often had “accidents” around Barbara, and the thought of being squished by his mother's fat butt made him sick to his stomach. “There's gotta be something I can do…”
 
 
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Trish was awakened to the sound of a quick, but soft thumping on the front door. It almost sounded like Jack, but she knew that he was in his room playing Pokémon Sun, as the sound of a battle was echoing through his and Selena's room. The mother groaned as she rolled out of bed, slipping on a pair of black sweatpants and a white blouse before heading over to answer the door. She was surprised to find Andrew as she opened the door, as she knew he often slept late on weekends. “Um, hi miss Harper”, Andrew said.
 
 
“Good morning, Andrew. What's wrong?”
 
 
“Um… Is it alright if I stay here for a few days?”, Andrew asked.
 
 
“Well… sure, but how come, sweetie?”, Trish asked. Andrew proceeded to explain what had happened to him, starting from being bitten by Ian, then being played with by Stevie (though, he didn't mention getting eaten). Trish was surprised by what Andrew had told her. She had gone through something similar years ago before Jack was born and last year and was hoping those incidents were behind her. The knowledge that she was housing a cat that could bite her and turn her gooey once more filled her with fear. But she couldn't just kick her adoptive daughter's pet out. She loved her kitty too much to part with him now. “I… I see”, Trish said. “Well, I’ll let your mother know you’ll be staying over, and I’ll figure out where you’ll sleep. I suppose it’s about time I cleared out that spare room anyway.”
 
 
Andrew grinned and gave Trish a hug. “Thank you, miss Harper!”, Andrew said. “I’ll help you out with the room.”
 
 
Trish smiled and thanked Andrew as the boy ran off to tell Jack he would be staying with them. The mother shuddered as she felt Ian brush up against her leg, purring. Trish smiled weakly as she nudged the odd kitty away. “What on earth have you been up to, Dom?”