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Brotherly Love

Close encounters of the Twin kind

By Jack, the ever fallible wolverine

Rick was only wearing a pair of blue denim overalls as he came into the camper to check on his twin brother, Tommy. The opossum was worried his brother had gotten sick from those strange mushrooms they had found in the woods. They had been so colorful, of course they had to have been toxic! Tommy just had to give one a lick, convinced that they were hallucinogenic shrooms and it'd be "awesome." They had not been.

They were out in the middle of the woods. The two of them had gone camping. Rick had drove his truck here with his brother so the two could go hunting, bringing along his camper so they'd have a place to crash for the night. And the worse part was? Rick hadn't exactly bought a license to hunt! And so he was even more worried he'd have to call this in and get fined for illegal hunting.

"Tom, you awake yet?" Rick asked as he shut the camper door. Sunlight still poured into the camper between the curtains, it was only noon. The two had gotten here early to go fishing in the morning. "I got some water." And Rick shook the water bottle he had in hand back and forth. It was warm, from his truck.

The opossum had taken his boots off as he came in, leaving the muddy things at the door. He hadn't worn socks, enjoying rubbing his feet all over his brother to annoy the other 'possum for the hell of it when he could.

Rick headed over to the bed, to the heavy sheets where he had left his brother at.

"Tom!" Rick said loudly, dropping the water bottle and looking around for his twin brother who was now missing! "Where are you?" Rick bit at his finger nails, looking from one side to the other. Beginning to worry even more than he had been already!

Oh poor Rick didn't even notice the fact that Tom was there in front of him, only about one tenth his original size. Just six inches tall now! Smaller than even a dollar bill.

Tom heard his brother shouting his name and groggily sat up. It was like when he and Rick had gotten into their pa's moonshine. He just felt "gawd awful sick," though before it had been on the booze. Now it was something else all together! And the opossum held the side of his head, groaning as he blinked his eyes several time looking around; wondering why Rick, his twin brother, was using a megaphone to call his name.

Tom couldn't figure out what he was look at really. Not at first. Everything was so dark. Tom could feel the mattress under him still at least. It was as if Rick had tossed a bunch of covers over him while he slept and now he had woken up under them. They were so heavy now! And all Tom could really do was worm his naked, tiny body out from under them and to the opening at the top of the bed, next to the pillows. He looked out over the room, blinking his eyes as they adjusted to the light. Then slowly looked up at the colossal size opossum standing next to the bed; his own brother!

Like Rick, Tom had black fingerless gloved paws. Their light pink fingers stuck out of the would be gloves of fur on them. Their face had white fur with beady black eyes. Like their fingers their nose, lips and tail were the same light, furless pink. And their full body was a silvery gray. A mesh of gray, black and white fur. Rick's large circular ears stood up on his head; one was black with a white spot and the other was white with a black spot. Tom had the exact same pattern but in reverse than his brother.

So he knew it was Rick standing in front of him. But couldn't possibly understand HOW it was him!

Rick shouted Tom's name once more, turning around and away from the bed. That long pink tail, with a fuzzy black base, whipped out over head. Tom had to duck underneath it.

"Tom!" Rick muttered a bit, getting seriously worried now for his beloved brother.

"Rick!" Tom squeaked, astonished his voice had come out so high pitch. The size of his body had turned his voice into a squeak toy! "Rick!" Tom shouted once more as loud as he could. "Down here! I'm down here!" And Tom jumped up and down, waving his hands to try and get his brothers attention.

Rick turned back around, in the silence of the camper (other than the sound of his own heavy breathing) he could almost make out the voice. One of the button's on Rick's overalls had popped open and it slide down to show off the opossum's large belly underneath. Rick never wore anything under his overalls.

Tom cupped both paws around the end of his muzzle and now just shouted. "Riiiiiiick!" And finally his brother turned towards him, confusion written all over the larger opossum's face as he looked around the bed. Then finally saw his brother.

Rick's jaw dropped open, hanging down as if on rusty hinges. Tom could see bewilderment written all over Rick's face as the opossum tried to grasp the situation. Fumbling with his words for several seconds before finally able to grasp onto them.

"How?" Rick stammered, looking around as if trying to find the camera's. "This has to be a hoax!" He figured turning back towards his tiny smaller brother. Rick took a step closer.

The movement might have been small to Rick but it had been enormous to Tom. And he watched, now fearful, as his brother took a step closer. Just the way his whole body lurched forward. It reminded Tom of those old black and white Godzilla movie's they had watched together.

"Is that you?" Rick asked, his voice booming like thunder on Tom's tiny ears.

"Ow!" Tom said covering his ears. "Fuck!" He cursed up at his brother. That voice was not helping his headache.

Rick seemed to get the pictured and instantly dropped his voice several volumes as if turning it down on a dial. "Tom," he whispered now getting down on his knees and moving slowly closer to the tiny opossum, his own brother, on the bed that the two had shared just the night before. "How are you... so tiny?" Rick asked, eyes going wide a bit. "Am I trippy?" Rick asked himself. "I have to be. Your just so tiny."

"I know." Tom said pitifully. Tom had fallen back on his rear and was looking at his body with a deepening frown. "I-I don't know how this happened!" And Tom looked up at his brother. "What do we do? I'm so scared, bro."

Rick instantly felt sympathy for his brother after hearing him call him bro. The two were close, they were twins! They had done everything together. They had hung out with the same group of friends during school. They told each other everything. The two of them had even slept with the same person, at the same time, the very first time either of them had done anything! It had been together.

"Don't worry," Rick said trying to comfort his brother now. He spoke softly, so low that his muzzle barely opened up. "I won't tell mom."

And that made Tom laugh. He chuckled weakly, wiping a tear away. "Thanks." Tom said grateful for that. Tom was just glad it had been Rick who found him. If it had been anyone else? Tom didn't even want to think of that! And Tom nearly burst into more tears, just so thankful that it had been his own brother that had found him.

"Hey, hey. Come on now." Rick soothed with a gentle voice. And he reached out with one hand, very carefully using the back of his index finger to wipe away a tear on his brothers face. "None of that. Come on now," And Rick smiled. "We're the 'Possum brothers! We don't get all mopey!"

Tom nodded several times, wiping his nose off on the sheets and then laughing a bit about it. He stood up slowly, Rick offered him a finger to help him.

"Yeah! We got this! We'll get through it. And laugh years later about it." And Tom did his best to laugh some more, from the gut. His had never been as impressive as Rick's, let alone now!

"See, there we go." Rick said, smiling happily. He wiggled his nose and told Tom to hold on. Rick picked Tom up with one hand, wrapping his fingers around him like seat belts before clambering up onto the bed himself. The whole thing shook a bit and Rick accidentally hit his head on the top bunk; a bunk neither of them used preferring to sleep together and just using that space for storage. "Fuck," Rick cursed and brought the hand that held Tom very close to his chest as he rubbed at his head with his other.

Tom could smell his brothers faint musk on the paw that held him. It was very warm, those furless pink fingers. And when Rick held Tom against his chest, Tom could feel the sound of his brothers heartbeat through his chest. It made Tom's throat grow dry. Just how big Rick, his twin! Just how big Rick was now compared to him. Tom was nothing more than an action figure to his brother now.

Rick laid out on the bed, kicking his paws up on the pillows at the end and looking down at his hand and slowly opened it up to show the tiny, curled up form of his brother.

"Don't worry," Rick smiled down to his brother. "I'd never hurt you." And Tom knew how true his words were.

"Like you could." Tom teased, standing back up and playfully swatting a hand at Rick. Rick chuckled a bit and Tom fell back as the paw shook back and forth, resting on Rick's big belly after all.

"You couldn't either," Rick teased back. But unlike Tom, Rick had moved his muzzle down and with his pink nose had poked Tom right in the chest with it.

Tom blushed brightly at that, able to feel his brothers hot breath wash over his lower naked body. And feel that breath continue to breathe over him as Rick kept his muzzle there. Tom held onto his brothers nose, stunned by the size of that muzzle. Tom could actually slide himself inside it and still give Rick plenty of room to drink a beer.

"T-true." Tom said, still holding onto his brother's nose as Rick pushed his snout some more against him.

"Big or small. We're the same." Rick just told his brother, finally moving his muzzle back and just staring down at him with a smile.

Tom didn't know what to expect as Rick let him go, dropping him off onto his massive belly. The belly itself was like a large bed for Tom! And it sunk in slightly at where Tom stood; his toes were beginning to get sweaty from Rick's smooth fur and the warmth of his tummy.

Tom didn't have much of a belly but somehow Rick had inherited their father's infamous beer belly. And the opossum was proudly showing it off now. And, Tom was ashamed to say, it was actually very comforting. To stand on his brother's belly like this. It was warm and soft, squishy really!

Rick shifted a bit, just getting comfortable really. And he gasped softly as Tom face planeted against his belly at the movement, losing his footing from the sudden shift. And Rick laughed at that.

The belly shook and Tom could actually feel the laughter against the side of his face from where it pushed against the belly. Tom flushed even more as he heard his brother gut gurgle hungrily and the sound of beer sloshing around inside. Looks as if Rick had been drinking again.

"Feel something you like?" Rick smiled down at his brother, Tom could almost see a hunger in those eyes.

Tom flushed a bit more, standing back up.

"Go ahead." And Rick offered up his big belly. "I love it when you rub my belly." And Tom got the picture then, seeing Rick smile a bit more.

Rick wasn't asking him. The much larger opossum was telling Tom what to do. Even if Tom knew his brother would never hurt him, he rather not suffer his brothers torment for refusing.

It was normally a game, really. The two would play it often. A "dare" game. To dare the other brother to sniff their old gym cloths. Or to taste the leftovers in the fridge. And the like. Whoever was the chicken first ended up having to do something for the other brother. Last time Tom had won and made Rick wash all of his undergarments for a month!

And it looked as if Rick hadn't forgotten that.

Usually the game involved a challenge and the loser would have to do something for the winner. It looked like, in this case, Tom would be the loser from now on. Not as if he could wrestle his brother as they had done before.

Tom didn't want to push the issue or tempt his brother further and so quickly got on all four and began scratching over his belly.

Honestly? Rick was flabbergasted Tom had gone through with it, and so quickly too! Rick had actually forgotten about the silly game they had played and was just further teasing his brother; actually thinking his brother wanted to rub his belly. And from the looks of it? He did! And so Rick just beamed happily, watching as his brother rubbed and scratched over his ginormous belly.

It felt good too! It wasn't much but the smaller opossum didn't quit at it and using all four paws really helped. Where as Tom would only normally use one or two? He was using even his feet now! And at his size, Tom could really get underneath Rick's fur.

And that made Rick feel flustered about it. That his own brother was willing to do this for him?

Rick groaned loudly, the sound making Tom stop and look up at him. "That feels really good." Rick told him truthfully, looking down at him once more. "I-I'm kind of glad your this size."

"Really?" Tom asked, nervous.

Rick nodded. "Aren't you?"

Tom hadn't really thought about it. It really was a once in a lifetime situation, really. There would never be another chance to experience this. Maybe he was just hallucinating? And that he was normal size. Still! It was something else. To be this small and that Tom's whole world was Rick; as Rick's body was large enough to take up all of Tom's attention and focus.

"It is something." Tom nodded a bit.

"Once in a lifetime." Rick said as if reading Tom's thought. The two were usually always on the same page. "Was there anything you... uh, specifically wanted to do? To try? While we can, I mean." Rick asked figuring this wouldn't last forever. And yet, a part of him was perfectly fine if it did.

Rick was slower of the two. The good gentle, tough guy to Tom's smart alecky attitude. He wouldn't have a problem though taking care of his brother, he'd be just fine with carrying Tom around in the front pocket of his overalls. It'd be like an 'possum pouch after all and Tom would be safely pressed up against, rather than in, his belly.

"I'm not sure." Tom said, growing nervous once more.

"Oh!" Rick said loudly, sitting up a bit and then folded his ears back as he watched his smaller brother roll backwards down his belly. Rick quickly caught him before he fell off and soon apologized, several times.

"Got to be more careful!" Tom chided him, as he ended up doing so many times before.

"S-sorry!" Rick said, feeling depressed for yet another mistake he did.

"I trust you." Tom said, as Rick held him up a bit higher now. "I love you." Tom smiled now. "We are brothers," and he rolled his eyes at that. The look on his face made Rick smile. "I'm honestly glad you were the one to find me." And that brightened Rick's day. "Just be more careful, please! In the future." And Tom held Rick's thumb.

"Ok, bro." And Rick bumped his muzzle against Tom's upper body. "I really wanted to do this though, if that's ok." Rick asked, tilting his muzzle down a bit and using his big doe eyes to try and charm Tom into agreeing.

Tom looked away. "O-ok, no more doe eyes!" Tom said with a laugh. Rick smiled at that.

"Ok. Easy does it then," Rick said and moved Tom all the way down onto the other side of the bed where the pillows were. And also where Rick's bare feet paws were waiting.

Both of them were facing Tom, their soles pointed at him.

"Uh, Rick?" Tom asked but his voice was lost as those two hind paws slowly closed around him.

And they were smooth, warm and smelled like his brother's feet. The ones Rick would tease him with after the two would climb into bed together after a long day. The ones Rick would rub in his face while they were on the couch together. And the very ones that were now smooshing his much smaller body between them.

Tom was glad his tiny body was as resilient as his normal big one seemed to be, as Rick's toes were all too happy to find him once more.

The underside had creases too them and Tom found his very muzzle being rubbed up into one and up along it until his snout broke free, right between his brother's toes. They clenched around his snout softly, though the pressure was still immense for Tom's tiny body. And they smelled like the boots Rick had been wearing.

And, despite himself, Tom groaned into these paws. These warm, comforting, welcoming paws. The toes curling around his long body as Tom nuzzled his face between those two toes as if they were his favorite bedtime fellows. And they were rich! Musky fellows. And that musky scent clung to his body, was kneaded into it as those toes continued to rub him up and down between the two soles of his twin brother's paws.

Rick just watched with a smile, feeling himself stir a bit within his pants at the feel of his tiny brother between his paws. Rick smile widened as he saw Tom, felt Tom lick between his toes.

Rick eased up a bit, keeping the paws very close but allowing Tom to stand between them now. Tom was able to catch his breath and looked up at his brother. Rick just smiled down at him without a word.

Tom got the picture and instantly got to work on rubbing and massaging those thick soles with his hands, and soon enough his whole body! Just pressing his face against the warm pads and licking over them as he reached up and over, around and under the paw to massage as much of it as he could with his tiny body.

Rick curled his opposable toe around his now smaller brother and with one hind paw lifted him up a bit. Just teasing him further as he held him above the ground with his foot. Using that same toe to pet over his brother's face.

"I've always known how much you like them." Rick teased his brother. "How you like to sniff them when I rub them all over you. And how you even lick at them." And Rick smiled softly at his brother. "If you were this size always, you could do it whenever you wanted too."

"Not like it's my choice to be this size or not." Tom said blushing as he was held by his brother's foot.

Rick nodded at that. "So what you're telling me is that I should shove you into my boot now while I still have the chance?"

Tom ears folded back and he laughed nervously, unsure if his brother was joking or not. "You wouldn't dare!" Tom's voice was even squeaker than normal.

Rick just gave him a wink and took him back into his hand and placed him back onto his belly. "Yeah," Rick said softly. "I rather not waste any time."

"Waste anytime?" Tom asked.

The only answer he got was to be pushed lightly back with a finger and to roll right down his brother's belly, into his open overalls and right onto his groin.

The curly dark gray, black fur slowed Tom's descent and he found himself laying on top of it. Just to the left of his brother's fat, plump sheath. Something Tom had always envied about his brother. shrunk or not, Rick had always been the larger of the two in this regard. And just as it always had been, Rick was a musky bastard.

That male stench filled the whole of the overalls, reeking from his groin. It filled the whole of the overalls and made the air heavy, thick and hot. Tom found it hard to breath and had gone a bit light headed. He also could feel just how horny it was getting him.

Tom normally hated it when his brother would tea bag him while he was sleeping. And now he was almost looking forward to the chance as he pushed himself up.

His hands sunk into the curly fur and he feel the warmth of his brother's flesh underneath it. So smooth, slightly damp with perspiration and so welcoming. Tom wanted to just curl up here and now and go back to bed, even if his headache had long since passed. But Tom thought of what Rick had said. About how little time they really had. Who knows when this might wear off. So Tom got moving.

Tom had planned on just going right on over to Rick's sheath but the much larger 'possum had shifted once more, and the movement caused Tom to slip. Sliding down the side of his thigh, along that thick sack and under the groove of it, under the sack itself. Right where Rick's taint began.

And it was hot. Like a sauna. The air itself was humid and Tom already found himself sweating from just being next to it.

The world shifted again as Rick found himself just smiling at where his brother had ended up. The titan sized 'possum just lounged back happily, opening his legs and knew he didn't need to do anything to enjoy himself. Tom would take care of the work. He owed Rick that much for him being such a good brother after all.

Tom was already pushing against that taint, trying to ignore the fact one of his foot paws had just rubbed against Rick's tail hole (just trying to find a good place to support himself). Rick shuddered again. The action shook Tom's whole world and he clung to the damp fur in front of him, between those thick thighs.

Tom's nails scratched at that fur and the sensitive flesh under it. Rick just groaned loudly. An Tom just brought his muzzle closer to kiss right underneath the sack hanging over head and behind him like some kind of very fuzzy backpack. Grabbing up between the legs and just pushing his whole body against his brother's taint, and in so doing so, humping against him.

Tom nipped at that flesh, pulling on it lightly and growling deeply against Rick now. He stunk. Stunk of Rick's paws and now of his groin. And everything had gotten Tom riled up.

Bites follow by licks and gropes and hump and anything the smaller 'possum could practically think of doing in this situation. His own footpaw was rubbing and teasing Rick's tail hole! And the two brother's were already beginning to pant and breath heavily from the foreplay.

In the damp darkness there was suddenly light as Rick reached down inside his overalls. His fingers pet over his swelling sheath, curled around his sack and picked up his tiny brother from where he was still teasing him.

Rick picked him up, only to drop him off right onto his swollen sheath. The tip of his length was already protruding.

Tom didn't argue. He didn't protest. Hell, he didn't say anything as he landed on all fours on it. All the tiny 'possum did was begin going to work. Just as he had with Rick's belly, Tom used all four paws to scratched and rub, stroking the sheath under him. It moved and groaned, aching to be let out as the shaft inside lurched forward and spilled out some more from it.

Tom's feet were pushing against, pulling at the saggy sack underneath the sheath as Tom laid out on it. Kissing and licking all the way up it. Then repeating on the other side. Pushing his tiny body, grinding his own erect self against it. It was just so warm and...and... squishy! The shaft inside wasn't.

"Quit teasing me," Rick whined loudly. Breathing heavily and having to reach down once more to place his brother where he had wanted him in the first place. Apparently he would be needing to do some work. Directing his brothers enthusiasm to the right area.

Tom was now in front of it, of Rick's member, and was licking at it once more. Along those lips as he made out with it, sitting a bit on Rick's belly and holding that cock with his arms and legs. Tom could lick and tease the top of it while grinding his own groin against the bottom of it. Marveling, loving the overwhelming size of it. It was almost humbling, if it hadn't be so erotic.

And it had begun to leak.

A musky, clear fluid that began to soak into Tom's very fur. It was sticky and nearly hot to the touch, coming straight from the source. And Tom just used it to help lube them up.

The two had spanked it together many times. Jerking off next too each other on the couch. Back to back, face to face and even a very awkward sixty-nine where hands weren't exactly needed. The two would switch hands and do each other. Sometimes they just used their feet.

This was like all those times and not at all. A whole new experience the two could share together.

Which is why neither seemed to mind, at first, when Tom began using his feet to rub over those slick lips and tease around and inside. And neither seemed to mind when Tom's leg slid right inside, soon accompanied by his other. All the way up to his groin.

Rick tensed at that, his cock tightening around Tom's lower body and just holding him there for nearly a full minute. And then Rick groaned loudly, relaxing and the act caused himself to relax elsewhere.

The tight slit eased up around Tom's sides and with it allowed him to slide even further inside. Up over his stomach and to where only his underarms was keeping him from going in any further.

Tom blinked a few times, giggling a bit to find out where he had ended up at. Of all the places. And now he was stuck. Tom tried to pull, to wiggle his way out but it only really seemed to have the opposite effect. Tom tried to call up to his brother but Rick was lost within the moment.

Rick couldn't see what Tom was doing, only feel that amazing tighteness within him. It was incredible! Rick had never felt something like this before. And the massive 'possum gave a grunting hump, cock throbbing in pleasure as he tried to unknowingly force more of Tom's body inside of him.

The cock jumped, leaking even more over Tom's body and lubing him up. Tom could feel himself being pulled inside, the humping wasn't helping either. And Tom could only cry out as those lips opened again and like a giant python began to pull him inside, the walls contracting and pulsing with a hunger of their own. Tom arms were forced up above his head and with one slurping pop, slid inside his brother's cock.

Rick groaned, twisting his legs and gritting his teeth at the feel. "Fuck. Hell fuck. Yeah." He said as his whole body shook in ecstasy from it. That wiggling, struggling body only making it feel all the better. And Rick reached down with one hand to grip that hefty bulge inside his fat hot pink shaft and gave it a good squeeze.

Tom felt like a panic pete stress toy; eyes nearly popping out of his head as his own brother squeezed him through his fleshy walls. It was so hot, so hard to breathe and now Rick had began rubbing and massaging at him. Jerking himself off with Tom inside! And each time Rick did Tom found himself sliding just a little further inside.

Tom struggled even more, trying to stop himself. It was no use and only served to help increase Rick's ever growing, swelling pleasure.

There was a narrowing in the cock's length Tom found himself being pulled towards. It was chokingly tight.

Rick grunted at that, his whole body flexing as he took a slow deep breath and with one final hump, forced that bulge down... down right into his sack.

Tom spilled out into one ball; curling up on himself in the cramp space. It was hot. Impossible to breathe and so hot. Everything was sticky and the walls were so slick. Tom couldn't tell up from down as Rick's sack bounced once more; the much larger 'possum still continuing to jerk off as if forgetting all about his brother. All Rick did was focus on that heavy weight in his scrotum. It was all he needed to do.

Tom rolled around, sloshing about like a pair of pants in a washer as the sack bounce once more, was teased and played with by his horny brother. The sack soon tightened up against Rick's body, compressing Tom inside to the point his very body could be seen as an outline on Rick's sack.

And then Rick cried out as the wave of pleasure hit him all over. And Tom was forcible pulled out, shot down that length with Rick's released and launched up and onto Rick's belly and chest. Some even hit the 'possum in the face and against the wall behind him.

The two just laid there panting after. In the whole release of it all, that's all they could do. Tom wasn't sure at which point he himself had finished. The whole ordeal felt like a finish. And exhausting as all hell.

"Fuck. Yeah." Rick just laughed a bit now, groaning as he tried to move. He felt tired himself from that. The first time jerking off had been this intense.

"That. That was something else, bro." Tom panted, pushing himself up from a large wad of spunk. It tripped off his arms and his whole body, which was covered in it still. He coughed a bit, sitting back down and laughing some as he looked himself over.

"Here." Rick said, picking Tom up with two fingers.

Before Tom could object or say anything, Rick just placed his brother into his muzzle. And began licking him clean.

Tom was exhausted from it all he didn't have the strength or will to fight against his brother's probing, helping tongue. It licked over his paws and between his legs, under his tail and along his back. Over his arms and under and around, curling like U over all two legs and two arms. Then Rick just licked, kissing over Tom's face and neck and cheeks. Licking and cleaning every bit of him.

The muzzle tilted upwards, the tongue pressing Tom to the roof of Rick's mouth as the much larger 'possum swallowed, draining away everything that had been on Tom's body. From the sweaty boot feet, to the groin and to Rick's on finish. Everything was swallowed away and consumed.

Rick's muzzle opened and, using his tail, pulled his brother out. The pink tail tip curled around Tom's body and held him up for Rick to just get a good look at.

Tom's fur was a mess. His head was down as he panted, now even more exhausted from behind violated in such a way. And his whole body hung loosely in Rick's grip.

Rick swallowed again, tasting his brother like that was a first. Tom was delicious. Everything Tom had been through and done for him had just coated his body.

"You survived in my sack." Rick said slowly, the gears in his head slowly turning.

"I guess." Tom just weakly shrugged. "Why?"

"I just want to make sure you'd be ok." Rick smiled.

"Ok? For what?" And Tom didn't get an answer as Rick swallowed him whole.

Rick didn't even use his fingers. All he did was open his muzzle up, close it around Tom and his own tail and then pull Tom free of it. He didn't need to roll Tom around in his muzzle, his taste buds were already electrified with delight from the taste from before. All Rick needed to do was tilt his muzzle upwards and give one single "gulp."

Rick's throat bulge and he used one finger to press against it, hold Tom in his throat before finally letting him slide down. Down all the way into his massive belly.

Rick laid back, petting over his stomach with both hands as he groaned low and deep. Knowing his brother would be ok where he was now.

Tom sloshed around in his belly unable to get his footing as Rick jiggled it between both paws. Tom could hear the noises of Rick's body. And all he could do was try and pound on Rick's stomach wall, calling to be let out.

Oddly the beer stained liquid of Rick's belly didn't burn him. It tingled a bit but Tom seemed, for the most part, perfectly safe where he was.

Even as Tom began to return to his normal size.

Rick just moaned every now and then, petting over his massive stomach. Just glad he could experience this moment, as well, with his beloved brother.