Jesse was furious. Yet he had never felt so good before, even when fucking his girlfriend. And what was he thinking, helping Andy get off? He wasn't gay! At least, he thought he wasn't. He pondered over his mixed feelings while laying next to his bigger little brother. The meaty arm that draped over his flat chest wasn't holding him tight, but it felt just as heavy as his enlarged stomach. The veins twitched every once in a while, almost seeming as if they were thickening to keep up with Andy's growth.
Jesse wanted to groan, but kept his mouth shut to avoid waking the beast beside him. Once he felt certain his bro was completely knocked out, Jesse tried to wriggle free to get as far away as possible. It proved to be much harder with his spent condition and added weight, but the edge of the bed was right there! If he could just slide a few inches...
Andy pulled his arm over Jesse toward him, the smaller brother holding his breath. But his hand slid past Jesse and traveled downward to adjust his sandwiched member, giving it room to breath.
Jesse took the opportunity and tried to bolt out of Andy's room, nearly falling forward a few times. He dodged a few puddles of cum and managed to escape without becoming even messier.
Once he locked himself in his room, Jesse hobbled over to the bathroom; his mind was already clearing from the thick fog of sex. He looked at himself in the mirror and felt a tightness in his crotch.
His face was still covered in his brother's cum, now drying as white streaks across his face. He angrily tried to rub off the marks and noticed that his sparse facial hair was no longer growing back the way it used to. He stopped shaving days ago, but the stubble remained stagnant and wispy.
"Fuck my life," he grumbled. His hands traveled down to his engorged belly and it growled as if to emphasize the point. It looked completely out of place on his transformed pre-pubescent body. Was he really going to be 13 years old again? Then an even more terrifying thought occurred to him: was he going to have to go through puberty again?
Jesse grimaced and pushed on his stomach in a vain attempt to make it go away. The discomfort in his rear reminded him that he did have another load to get rid of, though. He plopped onto the toilet seat, not caring that he was getting stray globs of cum on everything his body touched.
Gathering all his remaining strength, Jesse took a deep breath, and then he pushed.
His asshole hurt as he strained to open up. God, Andy was so big now. Jesse's mind wandered back to Andy and his growing body. He thought of the stink that Andy gave off, the powerful essence of manliness and sex that put Jesse into a daze. He was so sexy and so strong, but he used Jesse like a sex toy. Andy didn't even care what state Jesse was in before he fell asleep. Jesse remembered being trapped under his huge frame; his "little" brother's armpits we're exposed and drove Jesse into a frenzy. There weren't any signs of body hair, oddly enough, but Andy made up for it with the testosterone coursing through every other part of his body. His smooth skin was drenched in musky sweat, rolling over hills and valleys of muscles that popped out from his once-tiny frame. And of course, the gigantic shlong that absolutely wrecked Jesse's insides was enough proof for him to accept that Andy was now 100% man. Unfortunately, Jesse's tiny 3-inch pecker rose up and poked his belly insistently. Hardly any of the cum emptied, either, as it was probably too deep in his gut at the moment. His tiny asshole was also clamped shut despite his efforts because of how much it hurt to stretch it back open.
Jesse stood up in frustration and wandered back into his bedroom. He sighed, but before he could collapse on his bed, he felt a strong churning inside his stomach. His stomach growled louder than before, and he clenched both sides in discomfort. "Ohhhh owwww..." he moaned.
His stomach lurched and Jesse thought of the worst possible scenario as he rushed back into the bathroom.