Jeff´s brother was quick to decide on Jeff´s dirty socks and the used tissues from beneath the bed, alongside the little trash inside the bin. While he hoped that Jeff wouldn´t discover that he took the candy, some small part of him saw it as a lesson for his brother. It would point out that Jeff didn´t do his laundry regular, at least with his socks, and that cleaning his room should include the ground beneath his bed.
While it was disgusting to pick up Jeff´s dirty things, he did so quickly, as he still feared Jeff would return soon. He first tossed all the used tissues into the bucket, creating a base inside of it. After that, he toppled the bin in, with was mostly filled by more tissues and some thrown away papers. On top of the trash landed the dirty socks, and even a piece or two of dirty boxers from further under the bed. The most disgusting sock, one that was still wet and sticky from some white substance that he couldn´t identify, was the last item to get into the bucket, and now the bucket was mostly filled by the items. He had even pressed a bit to make sure it wouldn´t sink in later if air got out.
Now he had to hide the inside of the bucket from free view by putting some candies back on top of it. Scanning quickly over the candy, he decided on first putting back what he didn´t like, as that wouldn´t be a loss to him. As he hated licorice, he first dropped them back onto the bucket, including the twizlers that had been Jeff´s cock. Both of the jawbreakers went back in, as they were far to noticeable and big. He also tossed back about half the gum strings, seeing as there were far to much for him to enjoy. Seeing as it still missed a few pieces to look as full as before, he took a few random pieces, one or two of each the ones being there plenty.
Giggling to himself when he was satisfied with the look of the bucket, he collected his candy from the ground next to the bucket and dashed back into his own room, where he could enjoy it in peace.
Jeff was aware of what was happening. He screamed for his brother to leave the candy alone, but it did nothing, as no sound left the bucket. Being poured out felt weird to him. It was like vomiting, but not really as disgusting. It was also rather disconnecting, and Jeff felt as empty as the bucket now was. Jeff saw that his brother thought about something and had no idea of what exactly. Was it to decide what he would take? Jeff feared he wouldn´t be able to change back if even one piece of candy was eaten, or whatever was eaten would leave a hole in his body.
When his brother started to collect the tissues, Jeff got an idea what he did that for and begged his brother to spare him this fate. But again, it did nothing. With each used tissue, Jeff felt weaker. When the bin was dumped onto the tissues, Jeff felt slightly dirty. That got far worse, however, when his brother tossed his dirty socks into the bucket. It also made him smell bad. When the few candies were dropped back on top of the other things, Jeff felt himself reconnect to the few pieces, but also felt the mass of missing pieces. That got even worse, when his brother left with the candy.
While somewhat disconnected and distant, Jeff still felt when a part of him was eaten by his brother. The chewing and being torn apart was not as painful as Jeff would have thought, but not something enjoyable either.