Jake and Pete
By: Shadow

Note: Posted here with thanks to Shadow of Coiled Fist

Jake hated his older brother.

It wasn't that Pete had ever really done anything in particular to cause this feeling, it was just a matter of everything he did. All through their lives, the two siblings had competed with each other. Almost all of the time it was Pete who won. Being 3 years older than Jake was certainly a big advantage but it wasn't enough to explain everything.

Pete just seemed to find things easier than his younger brother. In fact, if he had known how Jake felt about him, Pete would have been shocked. He loved his younger brother and always tried to look out for him. He knew that his brother wasn't quite as good as him at most things and so he tried to compensate.

When they were growing up, Pete would intentionally lose a game they were playing to try and make his brother feel better. He failed to see how suffocating that was for Jake or how much it exasperated the situation.

As if it wasn't bad enough from his parents, Jake also copped it from teachers. He was so sick to death of hearing "Pete never had any problems with…." or "Why can’t you be more like Pete?"

Every time he heard one of those statements, Jakes jaw would clench and his blood would begin to boil.

Now that he was 18, Jake was determined that things would be different. He was at college now and things were going to change.

Except that they didn't.

It seemed that Pete had already established quite a reputation for himself with his 3 year headstart, both academically and physically. All of the lecturers seemed to expect Jake to be as quick on the uptake as Pete was. The coach of the track team seemed disappointed when Jake failed to measure up to his brothers performances.

It was all too much.

Every so often, Jake flew off the handle at his brother. Everything would become too much and he would accuse his brother of intentionally sabotaging whatever he did. It was during one of these irate explosions that it happened.

Pete got angry as well. "For fucks sake Pete! Grow up! Stop trying to put the blame for your life on to me all the time. I'm not responsible for every little thing that goes wrong in your life. Are you so introspective that you can't see I'm trying to help you? Are you that small a person?"

"SMALL!? You're calling me a small person?" Jakes blood, already quite hot now boiled. If there was one thing that he hated almost as much as constantly losing out to his older brother, it was being reminded that he was the smaller of the two.

Jake felt like his head was going to explode. All the anger and frustration that had been building over the years culminated in that moment. The world started to go black at the edges. The last thought that entered his mind before everything did indeed go black was "I'll show you who's small".

Part 2

The world very slowly came back into focus.

Jake lay on the floor staring at the ceiling for a couple of minutes trying to collect his thoughts. Putting his hands by his side he pushed himself up into a sitting position. His head throbbed and he knew that something was different within himself but he couldn't identify it. It was almost like a new part of his brain had come to life, a part that had remained dormant all his life and only now was revealing itself.

He shook his head and instantly regretted it. It felt like a gang of bikers had just roared through his skull.

After another minute or two he was able to open his eyes again.

There was no sign of Pete. Typical, he thought. Just like Pete to king hit me and then leave me unconscious on the floor.

Actually, that was not like Pete at all, but there would have been no point in trying to tell Jake that. Slowly getting to his feet, mindful of his still sore head, Jake looked around his dorm room. Everything was exactly how it should be. For some reason that struck him as strange. He almost felt like everything should be different. He couldn't explain why he felt like that, he just did.

Perhaps it had something to do with that new feeling in his brain.

Dismissing it as a figment of his imagination Jake walked out of the room and down the corridor to the toilets to splash water on his face.

*****

Pete huddled against the wall in shock. He didn't know how it had happened or how it was even possible but he knew that somehow his younger brother was responsible for it.

One moment they had been arguing and the next his brothers eyes had lit up from within with a feral red gleam. The next moment the world had exploded outwards around Pete.

The process hadn’t affected the older brother like it had Jake. He had remained conscious throughout. He watched in stupefied horror as the room expanded to gargantuan proportions. He saw his brother grow along with it even as Jake collapsed backwards.

Pete had scuttled backwards to the wall behind him as Jake collapsed to the floor with an earthshaking thud. One outflung leg crashed down nearby throwing Pete from his feet. That made the shrunken man get to his feet in a hurry and bolt towards the wall.

Huddled in relative safety, he waited for an hour before Jake had started to come together. He knew that he was in shock, shivering uncontrollably and the sight of his now immense brother standing up certainly didn’t help.

His younger brother towered over him like a skyscraper, impossibly huge.

Pete watched as Jake left the room, a little wobbly on his feet. Only then did Pete allow himself to sink back against the wall and start breathing normally again.

He didn’t know how it had happened, but he did know that it was Jake that had done it. It stood to reason, therefore, that Jake would be able to reverse the process. It simply meant that Pete would have to somehow attract Jake's attention.

Now Pete had to find a way to do that. Looking at things around him Pete had worked out that he was only about an inch tall. How was an inch tall man going to attract the attention of someone so impossibly huge as his brother?

******

Jake walked back into his room, a glass of water and some headache tablets in his hands. Taking the tablets he kicked off his sneakers and lowered himself slowly onto the bed. His head still throbbed and sudden movements set of firecrackers behind his eyes.

Laying down he closed his eyes, totally oblivious of the inch tall figure that had raced across the floor after him calling out his name.

As the headache tablets started to take effect Jake allowed himself to drift off to sleep.

Part 3

Pete had to dive aside as the giant sneakers had dropped from the sky, kicked free of his brothers massive feet. One of the enormous shoes has nearly hit him when it bounced.

For a full minute Pete stood staring at the Nike. He simply couldn't believe how big it was. The sneaker had fallen on its side with the opening towards Pete. It was like a huge cavern nearly three times higher than Pete was tall. It was as long as a bus.

Finally breaking away from his horrified fascination of the sneaker Pete continued his interrupted run towards the head of Jakes bed. Standing next to the bed he yelled his brothers name at the top of his voice repeatedly. He kept it up for a couple of minutes before he realised how futile it was. There was no way in the world his enormous brother was going to hear him from way down here.

Never one to give up in the face of adversity Pete looked about for a way to get closer. He finally realised the best way he could do it would be to get up onto the bedside table. The phone was sitting on it and the cord hung down onto the floor.

Walking over to it he realised that it would be hard to climb but not impossible. The cable was as thick as a tree trunk but was kinked in places which would allow him to take rests every so often.

Putting his thoughts into action Pete thanked all the hours spent at the gym that kept him in top shape. There was no way in the world he could have hoped to climb the cord if he wasn't in peak physical condition.

In took more than an hour to climb to the tabletop and when he finally got there Pete was exhausted. The climb had taken more out of him than he thought it would. He had done his fair share of rockclimbing but that was with safety ropes. It wasn't just the physical exertion that was so draining it was also the mental fear. It was an awfully long way down from where he was and he was sure he wouldn't survive such a fall.

After catching his breath Pete finally got to his feet. Right in front of him was a scrunched up, used tissue that was more than twice his height.

He shied away from the thought of the contents but he couldn't help escape the thought that he wasn't much bigger than a piece of his brothers snot. Moving past the tissue Pete came across Jakes clock radio. The bright red numbers were as big as Pete was. He noticed the time, 9:29 p.m.

At last his brothers slumbering form came into view, sprawled on the bed, fully clothed. Moving past a set of keys, some loose coins and a sedan sized tube of personal lubricant Pete moved as close to the edge of the table as he could and shouted his brothers name.

Unnoticed behind him the clock radio changed to 9:30 p.m.

Pete was nearly blasted from his feet as the radio burst into loud music. He barely stopped himself from toppling over the edge of the table.

Just as he was getting to his feet, trying to cover his ears and block out the incredibly loud noise he caught movement out of the side of his eye. A huge hand slapped down on the tabletop mere inches away from the tiny 21 year old stunning him with a blast of noise and fear.

The hand lifted again and then slammed down again, this time on the clock radio. The music abruptly cut out.

*****

Jake looked blearily at the numbers on his radio and groaned quietly to himself. He never noticed the small figure sitting next to the radio.

Forcing himself to get up he realised that his head no longer ached. There was still that strange new awareness lurking somewhere in the back of his thoughts but he could ignore that easily.

For a moment he couldn't remember why he had set the alarm but then he remembered. He was supposed to meet a friend for dinner at the college café. Sitting on the side of the bed he pulled on his sneakers before checking himself out in the mirror. Satisfied that what he was wearing would pass he grabbed his keys from his bedside table.

He didn’t see or feel the inch tall brother that his grasping hand knocked flying. Pocketing his keys he locked his room and left the dorm.

*****

Pete felt like every bone in his body had been broken from the casual encounter with his brothers hand. He had run towards the keys thinking that his brother would see him but instead the hand had hit him full on. He had been sent flying through the air landing on his brothers pillow.

He lay where he was for a couple of minutes before pulling himself up. He wandered about the bed looking for a way down before deciding to give up. He had put too much effort getting up onto the table to want to go back down to the floor again. At least on the bed he had a better chance of being seen.

He decided that the best place to wait for his brother would be on the wooden base board. It was close to the door and hopefully it would make Pete more visible if he was standing there when the door opened.

Getting onto the base board was easy, the covers of the bed were partly draped across them.

Once there Pete sat down and waited for his brother to return home.

*****

Jake stumbled back to his room about 1 a.m. The dinner had turned into a night at the bar and he was more than a little bit plastered. He leaned against the door to his dorm room for support while he fumbled in his pockets for his keys. It took him a couple of tries to get the keys in the lock and nearly fell through the door when he finally unlocked it.

He flicked on the light and staggered into the middle of the room, blinking in the sudden bright light.

Standing uncertainly he kicked his shoes off and unbuttoned his shirt. Letting the shirt fall to the floor he unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down to his ankles. He stepped out of them, nearly falling over. Sitting on the side of his bed he took his socks off. Then he had had enough. Letting his upper body fall sidewards onto his bed he pulled his legs up. He exerted enough energy to roll onto his stomach in the middle of his bed before he passed out without turning out the light.

*****

The moment that Pete heard the keys in the lock he was on his feet. He had been dosing slightly but he was instantly awake. As the door opened he started yelling and waving his hands above his head. The moment he saw his brother though he knew he was plastered.

The giant moved past the bed and into the centre of the room without evening glancing in Pete's direction. Pete stood on the end of the bed watching in awe as his "little" brother stripped off. He couldn't get over how big he was. It was both inspiring and horrifying.

When Jake had passed out on the bed Jake found himself looking up the incredible length of his brother. Jake was clad in his black silk boxer shorts only.

Two massive feet were the closest things to Pete, spread wide apart, each overhanging a side of the bed.

Despite the danger involved, Pete had to get a closer look at his brother. Awe had overcome his feelings of fear and he had to get closer. Jumping back onto the bed he wandered over to the left foot of his brother.

He had to cover his mouth and nose as he reached the massive appendage. It reeked of foot odour but it still didn’t stop Pete walking right over to it.

As big as a bus the foot towered over the inch tall Pete. He reached out one hand and touched it. It was very warm and slightly damp still.

For a moment Pete was overwhelmed with an image of that foot descending on him. He would disappear beneath it like a small bug. The weight and strength in it was impossible to calculate and equally impossible to withstand. Pete imagined himself as a small red smear on the sole of his brothers foot. For a reason he couldn't explain the imagery was making him incredibly turned on.

Overcoming his distaste of the smell Pete leaned forward and kissed the side of his brothers immense foot.

He stood there in the shadow of the foot for about five minutes before looking up the length of his brothers leg. What he saw at the end of that leg was even more awe inspiring and it hypnotised Pete immediately.

The boxers were gaping open and partly protruding from them was the bulky shape of an immense cock and balls.

Walking forward with his hand dragging along the inside of his brother leg, Pete walked forward, almost transfixed. As he got closer he could make out more details. His hand trailed along the inside of Jake's thigh before Pete came to a stop only a foot away from the opening of his brothers boxers.

Before him lay his immense brothers gonads and cock. Only one ball was immediately visible but it was at least as tall as Pete himself was and bulked at least 6 or 7 times more than him. Lying next to it was the most awe inspiring sight yet. The head of Jake's cock.

It looked almost exactly the same as his own except magnified till it was as thick as he was tall. Uncut, the piss slit poking just out through the foreskin it glared at him with its one eye. Pete was walking towards it, entranced without even realising. He passed inside his brothers boxers and only the sudden cut out of the bright light snapped him out of his daze.

All at once he realised how precarious his position was. It would require only the slightest movement on his brothers part to crush his older brother. A giant testicle could roll onto him at any moment, totally crushing the life from him.

Pete took a step backwards but then his eyes locked onto his brothers cockhead again. Could he really leave without at least touching it?

Part 4

There was no way in the world that Pete could pass this up. It wasn't as if this was a fantasy of his or anything or that he had ever had a gay thought before. It was just that the sight of this massive prick before him was so alluring. Almost every guy in the world has at one time or another wished that his dick was bigger and right here in front of Pete was the biggest cock in the world. Better, it looked like his own.

Drawing a deep breath for courage, Pete took a step forward, his hand outstretched tentatively.

It was very warm to the touch and it attracted Pete like a magnet. Within a second of his hand touching the tip of the head his whole body was pressing against it. Without even realising what he was doing his left arm stretched down and into his brothers slit. It was even warmer inside.

Without warning the cockhead pulsed. It pushed violently forward at its one inch tall brother. Pete's arm slid in to the elbow before he was knocked backward. His arm was wet and with sickened fascination he realised it was his brothers precum, thick and sticky.

He realised that the enclosure of the boxers was rapidly filling with the smell of cum. For a moment it threatened to send Pete running screaming but then it intoxicated him. He had to be closer to the source of the smell.

Crawling forward Pete hesitated only a fraction before he plunged his face into this brothers piss slit, rubbing it and coating his face in fluid. Pulling back momentarily he reached his right arm forward, pushing it in to his shoulder.

That act may well have saved his life and doomed him at the same time.

The little mans actions caused instinct to kick in within Kyle. Blood rushed to fill his aroused member. Because Kyle was lying on his stomach, his penis trapped beneath his body, pointing down, it became necessary to move.

With one movement Kyle rolled over onto his back.

Pete almost had his arm wrenched out of its socket as his brother rolled over. Pete was pulled up and over, his arm trapped inside the slit. At the same time the cock flipped upright as blood rushed in unrestricted.

Pete lay still for a minute trying to recover as he was dragged up his brothers lower abdomen. His arm was still deep inside the slit and as the cock became more erect it carried the little man with it.

Finally it reached its full length, rock hard and pressing down on well defined abs. Pete pulled his arm free. He was unhurt but just a little shaken.

If he was operating under normal conditions his brain would have told him enough was enough but he was not and so it didn't. Instead his libido was doing all the talking and it insisted that he follow this through to the end.

The giant cock was freely leaking precum now and Pete waded back in, his hands smearing it all over the cock head. The foreskin had pulled most of the way back now and Pete helped it further. Slipping his hands beneath it, rubbing precum as he went, he pushed the foreskin back and down till the massive head of his younger brothers cock was free, shining faintly in the diffused light.

Once again Pete shoved his face in his brothers slit, this time even drinking in some of the thick fluid.

For several minutes he continued his actions before something changed. The slit in front of him opened further than it had before and the whole cock seemed to tense.

Suddenly realising what was going to happen and the danger it implied to his fragile self, Pete finally realised he had gone too far. But it was too late.

Before Pete had taken a single step a blast of white cum rocketed forth. It struck him a glancing blow on the shoulder but so forceful was it that it sent him spinning. He fell over when the second blast hit him square between the shoulder blades, bursting around and over him.

More and more of his brothers cum splattered around Pete, coating and covering him. At last the torrent faded. Pete tried to push himself to his feet but he was exhausted. The days activities had finally caught up with him and he slumped forward once his face was clear of the huge pool of cooling juice.

Fatigued both mentally and physically he allowed himself to lay in his brothers cum for half an hour before deciding it was time to move on. The strange wave of sexual lust that had washed over him was fading rapidly and he knew he had to resume his original mission to contact his brother.

He went to put his hands by his side to push himself up.

Nothing happened.

He tried again but again he couldn't move his arms. All at once he realised what had happened. The cum had dried while he recuperated and now he was stuck fast.

In a frenzy of panic he tried to thrash about but it was no good. He was stuck to his brothers lower abdomen, just above his thick curl of pubic hair. All his efforts came to nothing, he couldn't break free.

*****

Jake woke up with a pounding headache. He had drunk too much again last night and knew that he was going to pay the price for it. Only his bladders insistence that he give it relief drew him out of bed. He turned the light out to at least let his eyes have some relief and threw on a bath robe. Almost staggering he went down the hall to the shared bathrooms. The bright artificial light sent daggers of pain through his brain.

Almost blindly he stumbled into a stall. Opening his robe he shut his eyes as he pulled his boxers down and simply relaxed his muscles and finally gave his protesting bladder much needed relief without even touching himself.

At no stage did he hear the pleas being shouted by his inch tall brother nor did he look down.

*****

Pete yelled and screamed for all he was worth. He still couldn't move a muscle and he didn’t like what was happening. Below him the massive prick was spewing forth thousands of gallons of hot piss, dropping a horrifying distance into the toilet bowl.

But his brother was blissfully ignorant of Pete's predicament and continued to let his torrent rain free.

*****

Finishing, Jake reached down and shook the last few drops free. He grimaced as his hand connected with his pubes and the flesh just above it. He felt the dry scaly surface which told him he had had a wet dream during the night.

Sighing he shook the drops free and tucked his dick back into his boxers. Pulling his robe back over himself he flushed the toilet and made his way to a shower cubicle. Maybe a hot shower would make him feel better.

Dropping the robe to the floor around his feet he pushed his boxers down, bending over to take them off. As he did some of the dried cum on his abs flaked free. He didn't notice the inch tall man that fell free with it. Instead, naked, he stepped into the shower letting the hot water caress him.

*****

Pete sobbed with relief as he fell onto the soft robe. He thought that he had been about to die. Either he would have been washed off his brothers body, being sucked down the drain to certain death or falling to his death on the hard concrete floor.

After a minute or two he gathered his wits and watched his brother shower.

It was truly a magnificent sight.

Jake was a fine specimen of man at normal size but to an inch tall man he became almost godlike. Water equivalent to Niagra falls cascaded over his body, washing it clean and causing his skin to glisten in the light.

Pete watched as his brother turned off the shower and towelled off. Then he started to yell and wave again.

For a moment he thought his brother had finally seen him as he bent down, hand outstretched. But then the world lurched as the robe was picked up.

Pete tumbled, sure this time he was done for. Instead fortune smiled on him as he rolled into a pocket.

He endured a bouncing trip as Jake made his way back to his room. When all movement had stopped, Pete started to climb out, using the white material for handholds.

Just as he reached the top of the pocket, Jake moved. Pete was flung forward, his tenuous grip on the material ripped away.

For a sickening moment he was flying through space then he hit the ground.

He lay there for a few moments staring at huge letters in front of him. It took him a minute to realise that they said "Mars". Scuttling backwards a little Pete saw that he had landed on Jakes' desk, right next to a half eaten Mars bar.

Turning around he saw Jake getting dressed. Jeans and a T-shirt were thrown on followed by socks and the Nike's that Jake had seen last night on the floor.

Without knowing why, Pete turned around and climbed up onto the Mars bar. He had just reached the top when Jakes' massive hand reached out towards it. Pete grabbed hold of the chocolate for dear life as it hurtled upwards. He screamed as he saw Pete open his mouth, the bar rocketing towards it at alarming speed.

Pete saw perfect white teeth above and below, each one almost half his size. A thick glistening tongue part protruded from the cavernous maw.

This was it. This was how he was to die. His brother would bite down on his snack, taking his brother along with his first mouthful. Horribly powerful teeth would crush and mangle his body before the tongue pushed his corpse towards the tunnel to a pit of digestive acid. There wouldn't even be anything left of him to be expunged from his brother the next time he went to the toilet.

*****

Jake saw movement on his chocolate bar just as he was about to bite down. He almost threw it into the bin instinctively, thinking it was a cockroach. But instead his eyes locked onto the most amazing thing he had even seen.

Stunned, his eyes fixed on what was on his Mars bar, Jake moved his hand away from his mouth. There were no words to explain how he felt at that moment. He couldn't believe he was looking at his brother. A brother who was only one inch tall.

At the same time his brain made a tremendous leap in logic. Everything crystallised and Jake knew beyond the realm of a doubt that it was he who was responsible for his brothers predicament. Equally so he knew that it was the power to do this that had been trying to demand his attention for the last 12 hours. This was the section of his brain that had come awake.

With that awareness came knowledge. He knew exactly how he had done this. He knew how to do it again. He knew how to reverse it. And there was so much more. So very much more.

Part 5

There was no scientific way to explain away what had happened to Jake. At least none that he had ever heard of. The power was simply there and the knowledge on how to use it as well.

Within seconds of finding his shrunken brother Jake already knew what was going to happen to his brother. The thought of restoring his "perfect" brother back to normal size was immediately dismissed. This was the perfect opportunity for revenge for all those years spent in his shadow.

Yet the ability to shrink his brother was only part of the abilities that had mysteriously awoken within the 18 year old. There were other elements to his power that made Jake shiver with anticipation.

He decided to experiment with one of those powers immediately.

It had been less than 30 seconds since the two brothers had locked eyes with each other and Jake had not yet said a thing. Pete had slumped on the end of his brothers snack sure that everything would now be alright.

How wrong he was.

Jake's eyes refocussed on his brother and exerted another facet of his powers. With a seemingly nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, Jake reached up his free hand, thumb and forefinger extended. He pinched Pete between them and moved his hand a fraction so that Pete was no longer above the chocolate bar.

Then he opened his fingers.

Pete dropped like a stone, screaming all the way. His life flashed before his eyes as he plummeted to certain death, his mind screaming at this betrayal by his brother.

The inch tall man hit the floor with a barely audible thud. But instead of splattering as Pete had expected he would, he found himself winded, no more. Pulling himself slowly to his feet, his mind still in a state of utter shock he looked straight up. Towering impossibly high above him, legs spread, looking down between his feet, was Jake.

Pete watched as his giant brother took a bite of his chocolate. The look in his brothers eyes sent chills through Pete. Without a word being exchanged Pete knew that Jake was not going to help him. Rather a cold voice in his mind voiced the incredible suggestion that Jake might actually be the cause of what had happened.

Getting to his feet, Pete started to walk very slowly backward, his eyes never leaving Jake's. When he was out from between the enormous sneaker-clad feet he turned and ran.

Pete was a tremendous athlete and was considered to be one of the fastest men on campus. He was no match for a single stride from his gargantuan brother.

A weight slammed into Pete's back, burying him under incalculable tons of mass. He was slammed to the floor under his brothers Nike. The weight pressing down on him was phenomenal and yet he wasn't dead. He was in agony but he wasn't dieing.

What new torture was this?

Then Jake started to grind his foot, twisting it this way and that. Pete felt like he was being ripped apart. His arms and legs were being pulled and twisted every which way in excruciating pain and yet he remained essentially unhurt.

Then the weight was gone. He rolled over onto his back, gasping and holding himself. He screamed as he saw that the foot had not gone away. Instead it was hovering over him. Only six feet away it hung over him like the spectre of death. Except that Pete was already understanding that whatever Jake had done to him, the possibility of death, at least by crushing, had been removed.

That was no consolation as Jake suddenly stamped his foot down again. As it was whipped back up Pete had barely enough time to realise it was gone before it slammed down on him again. And again, and again.

Eight times the massive sneaker stomped on him before it came down one last time, the heel directly on him.

Again Jake ground his heel into the ground, putting all his weight into it. As he did he exercised his third and last power.

The pain that Pete had felt before was nothing to the pain he felt as his body was squashed out of shape. He had become like silly-putty and his brothers twisting, grinding action was smearing him across the heel of the Nikes and into the carpet.

As the Nike was finally removed Jake stretched between it as though he was a piece of gum that Jake had trodden in.

Just as he thought he would snap into two parts, the part of him that was on the carpet came free, rocketing up to dangle from his brothers heel.

Jake sat down on the bed and crossed his legs, the foot with his brother smeared into the heel he placed on his knee. He sat and laughed at the mess he had made. His brother was unrecognisable. He may as well have been a piece of gum he had trodden on.

He watched for the next five minutes as Pete gradually resumed his shape. Half way back he came free of the tread of Jake's sneakers, falling onto his mammoth brothers knee where he continued to resume his human shape.

Moments before Pete finally achieved his human shape, Jake glanced at his clock and swore. He was late for a lecture and he was already failing the subject.

For a moment he was at a loss as to what to do with his tiny brother while he went to class. Then he realised there was no need to leave him in the dorm room. He could secret him somewhere on his person and no-one would ever know.

He thought for a moment of where he could hide Pete before a decidedly evil grin crept onto his face. Removing his right Nike and sock he grabbed his inch tall sibling and stuck him between his big and next toe, clenching them together to hold him in place.

He smiled at the sight of his "superior" brother between his toes. The big man on campus was not so big now. Fuck, he couldn't even be considered to be the big bug on campus. He was smaller than Jake's big toe. Grabbing his sock he pulled the white cotton sports sock back on then shoved his foot back into his sneaker.

This was the perfect situation. He could keep his brother with him and torture him further and no-one would ever know about it. Already his mind was thinking up other things he could do to Pete to pay him back for all the slights and comments that Jake had received over the years.

And to top it all off the feeling of having Pete between his toes, getting squashed and squeezed at every step, was absolutely wonderful. It tickled and soothed all at the same time.

Part 6

Pete wept tears of frustration and betrayal. He didn't understand how his brother could be doing this to him. He grimaced as the huge toes on either side of him squeezed together yet again.

His senses were in overload. The reek of sweat and foot odour surrounded him in a blanket of humid air. Every so often Jake would squeeze his toes together and Pete would get squashed out of shape. He would slowly regain his normal shape and then Jake would squeeze again.

His thoughts of self pity were interrupted as Jake moved his toes again. Instead of being squeezed again though Jake spread his toes. He then started to manipulate Pete about. It took a minute or two but Pete was finally where Jake wanted him - under his big toe.

The pressure mounted suddenly and Pete was squashed flat. It didn't take long for him to realise that Jake had stood up and was walking again. Each step saw him squashed just that little bit flatter and spread out.

His face somehow remained mashed against the bottom of Jakes toe while the rest of his tiny body was mashed out between and under the other toes and part of his brothers foot. He tried to weep some more but there was no way to do it.

*****

Jake peeled his sock off and smiled at the thin smear on the sole of his foot. He peeled Pete free and dumped him on the bedside table while he stripped off. He couldn't imagine what it had been like for his brother but he knew what it had been like for himself.

He had walked about all day with his brother between or under his toes. He took perverse pleasure in knowing that his brother wouldn't understand why he was doing this to him, that the emotional hurt would be even worse than the physical.

He left his brother on the table while he took a shower, coming back into the room naked except for a towel wrapped around his waist.

Pete was almost back to his normal inch tall self by now and if Jake wasn't mistaken there was the glisten of tears on his cheeks. That only served to make Jake feel even better.

He amused himself with the thought that if Pete thought what had happened so far was bad, he had no idea how bad it was going to get.

With an almost thoughtless exertion of his powers he removed the shapeless effect. There was an almost audible pop as Pete instantly regained his normal shape. There was most certainly an audible and satisfying screen of pain as it happened.

Looking at his watch Jake realised that he needed to get a move along if he intended to meet up with his friends for dinner before going out partying.

Dropping the towel to the floor Jake allowed himself to admire his body for a moment before reaching down and plucking his brother from the table in one hand. With his other hand he grabbed his cock and gently started to peel back the foreskin from the head of his prick. When it was back far enough he lay Pete across the top of it, head on one side, feet on the other, face down.

With a quiet smirk of satisfaction he let the skin creep back into place, helping it with his fingers as it got stuck slightly on the new addition to his dick. The sensation was fantastic. He could feel Pete squirming beneath his foreskin and it was electric.

It was all that Jake could do to stop himself from getting hard. As it was the best he could manage was to be only half erect. He didn't want to get fully erect and have Pete slip out.

Pulling on his underwear and other clothes helped a little but every time he stopped moving it seemed like Pete started. Giving his crotch a satisfying squeeze he grabbed his wallet and headed out the door.

*****

Pete struggled to breath in his fleshy prison. The foreskin pressed down on him tightly holding him firmly in place atop his brothers prick. He was all out of tears by now, anger was his primary emotion most of the time. But he had to keep his anger in check. Every time he let his anger get the better of him he bit and scratched at the sensitive skin beneath him.

It only seemed to arouse his massive brother and that made things worse for Pete. The cock head below him seemed to glow like a furnace and it pulsed rhythmically. Worse, it grew, pressing back upwards and taking even more room away from Pete.

It was pitch dark in his prison but faint sounds crept in from outside. He had no idea where Jake was but Pete knew it couldn't possibly be good for him. He still didn't understand why Jake was doing this to him and he had no idea where it was going to end but he had a fair idea and he didn't like it.

He had been trapped against his brothers cockhead for more than two hours before light burst in. He blinked in the sudden light. He couldn’t see what was going on, the foreskin blocked his vision but the cock was definitely in motion.

The foreskin was peeled back partly without warning. Beneath him there was a rushing sound and the cock vibrated. His vision finally starting to clear, Pete looked out and down. He nearly fainted in shock at the massive plume of piss that was erupting forth directly in front and below him. He grabbed and scrambled backwards, trying to grab hold of anything that would prevent him falling free and plunging into the toilet.

He needn't have worried. Jake wasn't finished with his brother just yet and was not about to let anything so simple as falling into a toilet ruin his fun.

As the last drops of the massive flow petered out Jake gave a gentle shake of his shlong before letting the foreskin creep back down completely and once again encasing his brother beneath the fleshy sheath. Tucking himself back into his underwear he zipped himself back up and went back to his life.

*****

When Pete next saw light it came unexpectedly and sudden. The foreskin was pulled back and he found himself falling into free space. He hit the ground hard but he wasn't hurt. It seemed like that was almost impossible at his size.

After the few seconds it took to clear his thoughts he realised where he was. He lay in the massive shadow of his brother, right between his bare feet. In fact that wasn't the only thing about his brother that was bare. Jake towered over his brother in all his naked magnificence.

Pete locked eyes with his brother and for a moment he thought he saw a softening in the expression there. He allowed his hopes to rise, thinking that now it would all end and Jake would come to his senses. But his hopes were dashed even as they formed. The softening face transformed into a mask of disdain for the tiny bug that lay on the floor between its massive feet.

At that moment Pete knew that his fate was sealed. Jake had had his fun with his brother, beginning to explore the potential of his newly discovered powers. Now it was time to finish this first experiment.

After all, what did Jake need with his brother? With the power that he had at his control he could have anyone that he wanted as his little toys and playthings.

The thought of all that power was arousing and it showed. The thirty foot cock quickly grew into a forty foot shaft of masculinity.

Crouching down, Jake reached out. Pete tried to run but his brother squeezed him cruelly between thumb and forefinger as they effortlessly caught him. Plucking his brother from the ground with contemptuous ease he stood up to his full height.

Letting Pete roll into the cupped palm of his hand, Jake exercised his power on his brother for the last time. He watched with erotic delight as his brother shrunk to half his current size, then halved again. At now barely a quarter inch tall, Jake stopped exerting his power.

His brother was so small in the palm of his hand now. He was smaller than the nail on his little finger. He prodded at his brother with his finger just to see it close up.

He couldn't hear the tiny cries for mercy as he picked Pete up again between thumb and forefinger. With maclicious slowness he lowered his hand towards his now rock hard cock. With his other hand he pushed his foreskin back again before grasping the head of his cock and squeezing his piss slit wide open.

Lowering his hand even more he hesitated so that Pete would see what was coming. Then ever so slowly he let his fingers drop even lower until his brother was just above the slit. Opening his fingers he let Pete fall into his slit. The feeling was incredibly intense. He could just see the top of his tiny brothers head inside the dark tunnel.

Moving his thumb over the top of his head he pressed down firmly on the end of his cock. When he removed his thumb and locked down into his slit he couldn't see his brother at all.

But he could certainly feel him.

Jake fought and kicked and screamed. He bit the hot flesh around him that pushed against him from all sides. The smell was irrelevant as he fought for his very life. He could feel and hear his brother pulse reverberating around him. He could barely see anything, only the smallest amount of light filtered down from above and it illuminated nothing.

From his estimations he was about an inch down his brothers cock but it may as well have been a mile. There was no way he could climb back out from here. In fact each time he tried he slipped a little deeper.

Pete was almost in convulsions over the ecstasy that his tiny brother was bringing him to. His original plan had been to let himself go soft again and let Jake stay trapped inside his cock until he needed to take another piss. He had intended to piss his brother out and then flush him away.

There was no chance of that happening now.

With Jake thrashing about approximately an inch and a half down his cock, there was simply no way he could get soft. Instead Pete ripped his clothes off and threw himself down on the bed. Grabbing his cock in one hand he started pumping away at his meat. Almost immediately precum oozed up from his shaft, spilling out and down his shaft. He knew he would have to move fast. Jake would drown before too much longer and although Pete didn’t care about that, he didn't want the sensations to stop before he came.

The thrashing intensified as Jake began to drown and Pete couldn't hold back any longer. With an explosive blast white cum burst out in a virtual torrent.

Pete arched his back in ecstatic agony. He had never cum before this hard or this long. Streaks of his white juice shot over his chest and face, even against the back board of his bed.

When finally he had stopped shooting he lay back, totally exhausted.

Finally dragging himself to his feet he stumbled over to a full length mirror. There were two large globs of cum on his face. He was about to wipe them off with a tissue when he noticed the small dark form in one just above his lip. It was Jake, still alive, if only just.

For a moment Pete thought about saving him. But only for a moment.

Staring at the image in the mirror, Pete opened his mouth and slowly stuck out his tongue. Like he was licking the last piece of a delectable desert from his lip, he wiped his tongue across his mouth. Retracting his tongue he saw his tiny brother in the middle of it, still in a puddle of cum.

With slow, lingering satisfaction, intoxicated with power, Pete closed his mouth. For a moment he didn’t do anything and then he slowly swallowed.

He couldn't feel Jake himself slid backwards over his tongue and thence down his throat, but he did feel the slimy glob of cum and he knew that Jake was in it.

With one last swallow, Jake was gone.

Cleaning himself up, finally, Pete reflected on what had happened. He didn't feel any remorse, rather he felt excited. He knew that he had these powers now and that they would always be his. More, he knew how to use them and even as he thought about it, he knew exactly who to use them on.

Life was certainly going to be more interesting from now on.

The End