Brothers - Part 5 (Patreon)

Archie stood in front of the mirror for a little longer, turning sideways and facing forward again. He pulled his shoulders back to see whether better posture changed anything, but the subtle belly was still there, smooth and strangely firm. He placed both hands on his hips and narrowed his eyes at the reflection. He tried sucking in the belly again, lifting his ribs, tightening his waist, and trying to flex his abs, but holding the position made something inside him tighten, so he had to release his breath with an annoyed exhale.

“Okay,” he said to his reflection. “Maybe I should cut back on the snacks.”

He wanted to convince himself that the weight gain was easy to solve by going to the gym, but as he turned again and his eyes landed on his big bubble butt one more time, his thoughts drifted back to Jason. He remembered the big man’s hands spreading over his hips, how his fingers sank into the flesh as if Jason could not believe how much there was to hold. He remembered the appreciation in Jason’s voice and how that enormous body had covered him.

His cock stirred while his mind kept replaying the uncountable intimate moments with Jason, and within seconds it had grown fully hard. “Seriously?” he asked, looking down. “I was just doing a mirror inspection.”

He wasn’t surprised, though, because the same thing had been happening pretty often since spring break. A stray memory in class could send his thoughts directly back to Jason, and it always got him hard. Archie had always enjoyed sex and had never been embarrassed by wanting it. But his need for his brother’s boyfriend felt less like ordinary desire and more like an appetite that kept feeding itself no matter how often he dealt with it.

He sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped a hand around his 7-inch-long cock. The sensitivity was almost ridiculous, and every stroke made him moan louder. He closed his eyes, pictured Jason standing between his legs, and it made him reach the edge faster than expected, cumming all over his midsection. The climax left him breathing hard, still holding his cock with one hand while the other spread the cum over his small bump.

For a few seconds, his thoughts went pleasantly blank as his body washed in the afterglow of his climax. Then, the intense need returned—his cock barely softened, and something deeper within his core demanded more attention.

“Oh, come on,” he complained. “That usually works.”

He tried again, but the problem became obvious. His hand was not what his body wanted. He missed the stretch, the pressure, and the helpless feeling of having Jason take control of everything. More irritatingly, he missed Jason himself.

Archie dropped onto the mattress with a groan and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. He knew he couldn’t call Jason because the big man belonged to Austin, at least in every version of the situation anyone was allowed to acknowledge. A private call would be suspicious, and a message saying what Archie wanted would create evidence that could ruin all three of them. Archie was prepared to experiment and see if anything could help him cope with the absence of Jason’s cock, even though there weren’t many alternatives.

Ten minutes later, Archie was lying on his back with his phone inches from his face, scrolling through an online store, looking for a Jason-sized dildo.

“Cute,” he said, dismissing the first several options. “Useless, but cute,” he said, tapping on another that claimed to be extra large. He checked the measurements and snorted. “That is false advertising. Far from what I need.”

Jason had ruined his sense of proportion. Everything on the screen looked ordinary after 15 inches of the real thing, and Archie’s pride would not let him order something that seemed too conservative. He adjusted the search filters, found a specialist store, and finally stopped on a dark silicone toy that looked almost absurd beside the hand included for scale. It still was not Jason, but it was the closest thing he was likely to find without ordering custom equipment. He added it to his cart, selected the fastest shipping available, and stared at the total.

“You’re expensive even when you’re not here,” he told the imaginary Jason in his head.

Over the next few days, Archie tried to fall back into his usual routine, but his body refused to cooperate. On Monday morning, he reached his first lecture with a breakfast sandwich in one hand and a protein bar in the other, convinced he was starving. Halfway through the sandwich, the smell of the eggs suddenly made his stomach roll.

He wrapped the food, shoved it into his bag, and sat until the nausea passed. 20 minutes later, he ate the protein bar. By the end of the lecture, he had finished the sandwich and was wondering whether he had enough time to buy something else before his next class. His appetite fluctuated all day long, and people noticed.

His friend Cameron watched him dig through his backpack for another snack. “You brought emergency food to a 15-minute lecture?”

“It’s not an emergency if I planned for it.” Archie brought up a bag of crackers. “You should mind your business, dude,” he said, tearing the bag open. “Anyway. Want one?”

Cameron rolled his eyes and took two.

The exhaustion was harder to turn into a joke. Archie had fallen asleep in public because he liked knowing what was happening around him. But as the days passed, his eyelids became heavy every afternoon as if someone had attached weights to them. During a study session in the student lounge, Archie rested his head against the back of the sofa for what he intended to be a few seconds. He woke almost an hour later as Cameron took a photograph.

Archie reached up for the phone. “Delete that.”

Cameron pulled it out of reach. “Absolutely not. You look 90 years old.”

Archie groaned and complained, but ended up surrendering because even after the nap his body felt heavy and exhausted.

His patience became shorter by the day. Later that afternoon, a classmate clicked a pen repeatedly through 10 minutes of group work. By the eleventh minute, Archie reached across the table, took the pen from the guy’s hand, and placed it beside his notebook.

“If you click that one more time,” Archie said, “I’m going to eat the pen and your hand in one bite.” The group fell quiet. “Sorry,” he added, realizing he had gone a little too far. “That came out more homicidal than I intended.” He usually knew why he was angry. Lately, emotions and reactions hit before explanations.

That evening, his phone vibrated while he was changing into sweatpants. It was Austin, so Archie accepted the video call without remembering that he was shirtless. Austin’s face appeared on the screen, looking tired.

“Wow,” Archie said. “You look terrible.”

“Good to see you, little brother. You’re always the kindest.” Austin adjusted the phone against something on his desk. “Put a shirt on.”

“Jealous?” Archie said, flexing his arms for the camera.

“You wish, fatty,” Austin replied, chuckling.

Archie laughed, reaching for the oversized hoodie hanging from his desk chair. “Better?”

Before Austin could reply, Jason appeared behind him carrying a plate. His size altered the entire image, even through the tiny screen. His fitted T-shirt stretched across his broad chest and massive arms, and he had to lean around Austin to place the plate on the desk.

“Eat,” Jason instructed, not noticing Archie on the phone at first.

Austin looked at the toast and sliced fruit. “I ate after practice.”

“You ate half a bowl of rice and complained that the chicken smelled weird,” Jason said, carefully lifting one toast toward Austin’s mouth.

“Wait, not in front of—” Austin turned back toward the screen with a long-suffering expression. “See what I’ve been dealing with? I need normal friends.”

Archie pretended not to be staring at Jason’s arms. “Aw. The big guy is playing nurse.”

Jason blushed. “Somebody has to,” he said casually, turning to look at Archie on the screen. “You look tired, by the way. All good over there?”

Archie tried to adjust his posture. “It’s finals season. Everyone looks tired.”

Austin snorted and bit into the toast Jason was holding for him. “Anyway. Mom wanted to know when we’re coming home. She’s already planning enough food to destabilize the local economy,” he said, trying to act casual in front of his little brother. “Jason’s coming, so I guess she sees it as a challenge.”

Archie smirked but played it cool. “Sounds like fun.”

They discussed finals and travel dates for a few minutes. Archie learned that Austin’s last exam was May 29, the same day as his, and they agreed to drive home afterward.

After the call ended, Archie remained in his chair with the dark screen in his hand. His cock was hard in his sweatpants, and then he saw a notification coming in, announcing that his package would arrive the next afternoon. “Perfect timing,” he said, smirking.

The package arrived while Archie was in class. He returned to find a pickup notice in his mailbox, and could barely contain his excitement. Once he reached his room with the large box in his hands, he locked the door, lowered the blinds, and placed it on his bed. He tore through the tape and pushed aside several layers of packing paper. The toy looked even more ambitious in person. Archie lifted it with both hands, tested its weight, and raised his eyebrows. It was long, thick, and realistically shaped, with a broad base designed to hold it steady.

By any reasonable standard, it was enormous, but Jason was still larger.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Archie said, comparing the length against his forearm. “How is the fake one still losing?”

He set it upright on the desk and walked around it as if judging a sculpture. The sight was ridiculous, but his horniness kicked in as his body recognized what the toy represented.

Archie had planned to wait until evening. He had reading to finish, notes to organize, and a group meeting in less than two hours. But he remembered Jason leaning over Austin during the call, how huge he looked beside Austin, and the need inside him took over. The group could survive without him for one afternoon. There were more important things to worry about.

He placed the broad base against the floor first, but the angle was wrong. He tried the wall, stepped back to inspect it, and decided that explaining the resulting damage to campus maintenance would be awkward. He finally secured it to the smooth side of a storage cabinet, tugging twice to make sure it would hold.

“There,” he said, pleased with the result. “Engineering.”

He took his clothes off and hesitated only for a second. Then, the need took over, and any other thought aside from desire lost the argument. Archie lowered himself carefully, guiding the toy toward his parted ass cheeks. He expected the first push to be easy after Jason, but his body tightened at the pressure, forcing him to stop and breathe.

He adjusted his hips and tried again. The toy entered him slowly, stretching him with a firmness that made his thighs tremble. It felt nice enough but lacked the pulsing heat he remembered. Archie closed his eyes and supplied the missing details from memory: Jason’s massive hands locking around his hips, Jason’s voice asking whether he still thought his plan was clever, and the powerful body waiting behind him.

That fantasy changed everything. Archie pushed back harder, taking more of the toy until it made him moan and gasp. Pleasure took over as his insides adjusted to the toy, gripping and relaxing as if asking for more.

“Okay,” he said softly. “That part is new.”

Handling the toy was awkward as he started moving up and down. The base shifted whenever his angle changed, and he had to stop twice to secure it again while his hard cock leaked against his abdomen. The interruptions should have ruined the mood, but they made him more determined with the help of Jason’s memories in his mind.

He eventually surrendered to the sensation. He imagined Jason behind him, first careful and then rougher, taking over because Archie had spent too long teasing him. In the fantasy, Jason noticed the additional width of Archie’s hips, the heavier ass, and the small rounded belly that pressed down whenever he bent forward.

Archie reached for his cock while he kept riding the toy and climaxed just a few strokes later. His knees weakened, and for several seconds he could do nothing except hold himself in place and breathe. The toy still filled him, but the deeper craving had not disappeared. Archie moved again, slower at first, shocked by how easily he was ready to go again.

The second cum shot left him sitting on the floor with his back against the bed, breathing as though he had run across campus. The toy was deep inside his ass, making him feel full. His legs felt loose, his skin was damp, and the tension that had been tormenting him all afternoon had finally eased. But when he imagined Jason in Austin’s room, probably studying beside him or pulling him into bed, satisfaction twisted into irritation.

Archie cleaned everything, hid the toy inside its box beneath his bed, and checked the time. He had missed the entire group meeting.

The toy became part of his routine after that. Not every night, he told himself at first. He could spend hours focused on an assignment before the deep need made every sentence meaningless. Archie learned how to secure the base, which positions gave him control, and that no matter how long and intense these sessions became, desire returned sooner than it used to.

All along, his body kept changing. By the middle of May, Archie’s favorite jeans had become an enemy. They got over his thighs with effort and stuck to his ass. When he dragged them to his waist, the button was nearly an inch from its hole. He lay back on the bed, sucked in his middle, and forced the denim closed, but the waistband dug into his belly.

He sat up and felt the pressure turn into nausea. “Nope.”

The jeans came off, and he replaced them with gray sweatpants and an oversized hoodie. He had been eating more, but not consistently. Some days he could finish two full meals and still want snacks. On other days, the smell of coffee or fried food made him leave the room.

He stepped onto the scale, and the numbers settled above 209 pounds. “4 more pounds?” he asked. “From what?”

Archie took a photograph in the mirror, first from the side and then from behind. The second image brought back some of his confidence. His ass looked spectacular in the sweatpants, and he deeply wanted to share it with someone.

He opened his messages with Jason and hesitated for a second. He typed: “Think you could handle the upgraded version?” He attached the photograph and stared at it for several seconds. Sending it would be reckless—Austin could see Jason’s phone. Jason might respond at the wrong time. So he deleted the attachment, then the message, but kept the photograph.

Austin called again that weekend. This time, Archie answered while sitting at his desk with an open textbook before him and a bowl of dry cereal balanced on the firmest part of his abdomen. He had discovered that the small bump made a surprisingly convenient shelf for resting items when he leaned back.

Austin appeared on the screen wearing a loose university sweatshirt instead of one of his usual fitted shirts. He looked pale beneath his light tan, and the lines of his face made the tiredness in his eyes more noticeable.

“You look worse,” Archie said.

“Shut up.” Austin rubbed a hand over his face, taking a deep breath. “Coach pulled me aside again. My times are terrible.”

Archie frowned, aware of how serious Austin was about swimming. “How terrible?”

“Not catastrophic.” Austin leaned back in his chair and exhaled. “I feel like I’m dragging twice my weight through the water. Then I get out and want to sleep for 6 hours.”

Archie looked down at the cereal. He had slept almost 11 hours the previous night and still taken a nap after lunch. “Maybe we caught the same thing at home.”

“Unlikely,” Austin said, shrugging. “Jason thinks I need to see someone.”

“Jason thinks you need supervision to eat toast,” Archie said, laughing softly.

Austin blushed at that. “He’s become unbearable.” The affection in his voice ruined the complaint. “But I told him I’d go after finals if it doesn’t stop. Probably you should as well,” he added, looking at the bowl resting on Archie’s gut. “You said you’ve been tired.”

“Everyone is tired. Finals are a conspiracy invented by people who hate sleep,” he said, too loud and quickly to be normal, and Austin groaned in a way that only an older brother would. “Okay, I’ll handle it if it keeps happening. Happy?” Archie added, in an attempt to close the topic.

“Both of you should get checked.” Jason’s voice came from somewhere beyond the camera. “You seem to be dealing with the same sickness.”

Archie stiffened. “Why is he listening?”

Jason leaned into view. “Because your brother puts every call on speaker.”

They returned to talking about travel plans. But once the call ended, Archie sat in silence. He and Austin had always resembled each other, but this felt different from shared eyes or hair. They were 3 hours apart, living separate lives, and their bodies seemed to be following the same unfamiliar pattern. He set the cereal aside and opened a medical website. A symptom checker produced a list so broad that it included everything from stress to digestive disease. Archie closed it when the more serious possibilities began appearing. He pushed the textbook aside and reached beneath the bed for the toy.

Then, during finals week, he found the perfect excuse for all his strange behavior. The entire campus looked exhausted. Students slept in the library, carried oversized coffees between buildings, and wore the same sweatshirts for days. Nobody questioned Archie’s hoodies or the snacks filling every pocket of his backpack.

But the weirdest symptoms were still there. During one exam, a wave of nausea forced him to stop writing and breathe through his mouth until the room steadied. 10 minutes later, his stomach growled loudly enough for the student beside him to turn to look at him. His concentration was sporadic. He could work intensely for 20 minutes, then realize he had read the same paragraph five times.

At night, the combination of stress and hormonal need kept him awake until he used the toy, after which exhaustion dropped him into sleep so deeply that three alarms barely woke him.

Amid all his concerns, at least a part of him liked the new silhouette. The fullness made his waist look more curved above his heavier hips. His ass had grown enough that even his sweatpants stretched across it, and he knew how Jason would react. That mix of worry and vanity felt unreasonable, which meant it suited him.

Archie completed his last exam shortly before noon on Friday, May 29. Back in his room, packing was a bit more complicated than expected. Several shirts that had fitted perfectly in March were too tight around his middle. Two pairs of jeans refused to cooperate at the waist and ass. Archie stood amid the rejected clothes wearing only boxer briefs, irritated by the predicament but equally excited about how thick he looked.

He eventually selected loose T-shirts, hoodies, sweatpants, and the most forgiving pair of shorts he owned. When he reached beneath the bed for a missing sneaker, his hand struck the box containing the dildo. Archie sat back on his heels and considered it. Leaving it on campus meant spending the entire summer without his substitute. Taking it meant hiding a massive sex toy in his childhood bedroom while his mom moved through the house with no respect for closed doors and an instinct for reorganizing closets.

Jason would be there, which should have made the decision simpler, but Jason would also be sleeping in the guest room and ‘publicly’ belonging to Austin.

He packed the toy at the bottom of his largest duffel, surrounded it with sweatshirts, and zipped the bag. “Insurance,” he explained to the empty room.

The drive home should have taken about 3 hours, but it took nearly 4 because Archie had to stop twice. The first time, nausea forced him to pull into a gas station and sit with the window open until the feeling passed. The second time, barely 40 minutes later, he got so hungry that he bought a chicken sandwich, two bags of chips, fruit, and a chocolate milk. He ate it all in the parking lot, then loosened the drawstring of his sweatpants and came back inside to get some more snacks.

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