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Huffing and bothered panting were the only things that could be heard in that room and, quite ironically, they only came from the laptop's screen, where a hulking dinosaur man enjoyed some 'quality time' with an equally large tiger, his massive reptilian monster of a cock pressed between the gargantuan pecs of his partner, forcing its way up and down, forcefully squeezed by the massive tits. The dinosaur let out a deep, manly growl, his sack slapping against the tiger's chest, until...

"Oh, fuck yeah! That's good!" the young man said, lying down on his bed with eyes glued to the events unfolding on his screen. Another loud grunt came from the laptop and then the reptile's gruff voice let out the phrase 'Kitty wants his milk?', prompting a snicker from the young watcher. "Man, these porn flicks have such bad dialogues! But yeah, I'd like some of that milk..."

As soon as that came out of his lips, he blushed and hid his face on the pillows behind him, but not for one second did he stop beating his own modest length at the manly sounds from the video. It always happened like this: Prolly, the young half-orc watching this video, would always make fun at the corny lines and situations they were made around, but he would love to end up in one of them; particularly, he wouldn't mind ending up in that very same video, lodged between those enormous tits just as that massive length fucked them, covered in pre with nothing but a pair of huge, meaty pecs around him. Just thinking about it made him blush even more, his free hand wandering aimlessly under his shirt, rubbing his lithe physique. He was a small man, even with the extra inches his blue hairdo gave him, but it didn't stop him from having some fun when touching himself a bit. When his libido beat his embarrassment and he pulled out of his pillows, he quickly lifted his purple shirt up, holding it with his teeth while reaching back down for his now exposed gray chest, petting his own soft fur and groping what little beef he could find there.

His attention was back on the video, where the two men's breathing grew louder and heavier as they approached their own orgasms. Prolly's feline half identified with the tiger, envying him for his privileged position as well as desiring for his own enjoyment the massive chest that seemed about to burst in its own spurts of hot milk; how he wanted to see that mixing in with the reptile's own seed. But then the camera panned out and he got a better, longer look at the tiger, properly detailing his body, his muscles, the strong definition that so closely resembled his brother's... And before he knew it, he was at it again, picturing his brother in the tiger's position, getting his pecs wildly ravaged by that massive dick. He tried berating himself, buy the thought was too hot for his mind to focus on anything other than the cum rising up his length, holding back from his own climax just to end at the same time as the dinosaur, just to see himself in his place, fucking his brother's pecs and covering them with jizz.

"Prolly! I'm home!"

And with enough speed to make roadrunners jealous, the little orc let go of his dick, closed the very loud porn he had been enjoying and bolted for the door he had so dangerously left open, closing it as quietly as he possibly could. It was done in the span of a second, yet it felt like the most anxious hours he had lived in a while, and the fact that his stiff length was still hanging from his crotch, sending pressure through his body to convince him of finishing, didn't help in the least. When it finally receded, and he started going soft again, he was left with the sudden realization that he had once again fantasized about his brother and the usual shame came back to hang from his shoulders.

It had been like that for a while now; he would let his guard down while enjoying his alone time, admiring as many buffos he could find online, imagining how their enormous tits would feel around his hands, wanting to bite down on their big, perky nipples and let all that milk flow out, when somewhere in the back of his head a very annoying voice would say 'But you know, Alex's chest is bigger'. And like clockwork, his mind would drift towards his brother's monstrously huge body and he would continue stroking himself until his own hot jizz ended all over his body, basking in his solitary afterglow with the images of his sibling that brought him so much pleasure... only to feel too ashamed afterwards to even look in the mirror. He tried to focus on as many other large men as possible to push those thoughts away, but it proved difficult when there was one right on the next room.

"Prolly? You there?"

"Y-Yeah!" he jumped when he heard his brother's gruff voice behind the door, the blush once again settling on his cheeks, but he tried his best to not let his fluster be heard. "I'll be out in a sec!"

With the man seemingly convinced, as the sound of his footsteps walking away evidenced, Prolly let out a long sigh. He didn't even need to look down to notice how hard his boner had been reborn, throbbing like crazy and just asking him for a few more minutes of his time, for some much needed attention. Selfish prick... To think he could get like this just from hearing his brother's voice behind the door, just from knowing that only a wall kept him away from those glorious mantits and that he was more than willing to just open it and jump at them, cock in the air and aimed at the cleft, where he could hump for hours on end until his hot seed dripped down them... And now he was the one dripping pre like mad just from that image. Fuck it; if he was already feeling like a perv, he might as well go all the way and enjoy some! That's what he thought when he leaned back on the door and started jerking his length hard and fast, thinking of the big chest on the next room, how nice it would be to milk it, to suck on those nips and dry them off while shooting his load all over them.

"Prooooooooolly," again that gruff voice behind his door, yet hearing it made the little orc hump forward and he almost shot all the way right there. Talk about embarrassing. "Come on, bro! You said last night we were having a date today!"

"...A what?" he stopped his jerking, racking his brain for whatever could've happened the previous night for his brother to misunderstand him like that, because that's what it was, a misunderstanding. There was no way he actually asked him on a date, just hearing the word coming out of him made him blush so hard he thought his skin color had changed for real!

"You said you would help me go buy some clothes today. So, it's a date! Like, a brother date, but still a date!" he said as much and Prolly did remember absentmindedly agreeing to go with him when he asked; of course, he was too distracted with his games to at the time to listen, so how could anyone expect him to remember? And more important of all, why he had to call it that!? As if his boner wasn't hard enough as it was, and why was it getting harder thinking about dating his brother!? No! It wasn't even a date! "Anyway, I'll flop on the couch 'til you're ready, 'k? Don't keep me waiting!"

And with the usual strut that made the floor shake just from his muscle's weight, Alex left the hallway, leaving his little brother alone with his thoughts again. Don't leave him waiting, the much larger cat said, but here he was, boner in hand just begging to be treated. Prolly was torn between beating his meat some more, let out a nice hot load all over the floor to clean afterwards, or join his brother and spare him the disappointment (and get a nice view of the cat, while he was at it). The throbbing didn't help matters in the least, but in the end, he decided it was for the best to wait and join his sibling; if anything, spending the day around him might give him enough fap material for the night, knowing the larger cat's fashion sense. He knew, somewhere in the back of his head, that he would regret doing this later, but once again his libido won over and told him to ogle those monster pecs for the day. So again, with the same speed he had closed the door with, he took his shorts, not even bothering with the underwear, and buttoned them on his way out, half hoping Alex would catch him in the middle of putting his clothes and he could give him a glance of his dick; something like saying 'Yeah, this baby is hard for you, bro'. He couldn't help but giggle at how nasty he sounded in his head.

The apartment the two of them shared wasn't anything particularly special; living room, kitchen, two bedrooms and bathrooms, only the essentials. He still remembered getting it in the first place, when Alex had insisted that it was perfect despite having to lean down to cross the doors or his chest bouncing off the walls every time he turned around; by now he was already familiar with the measurements and such accidents had become very rare, but Prolly still enjoyed a good laugh with the memories or when they did happen. That had always been Alex's thing, knowing he was big but not really knowing he was big.

And almost as if to prove said point, there he was, the moment the orc stepped outside of the hallway and into their modest living room, sitting on a three-seat couch, taking almost two seats on his own and the massive monster chest leaving little space next to him for anyone to sit... without being smoshed by them, that is. Yes, Alex was big! A giant cat covered in a luscious mane of white fur littered with bright orange body hair, all over his ample cleavage and surely down the pit right in the middle of his chest. His arms were monstrous, his thighs godly, and only now he realized, looking down at his legs, just how skimpy and revealing were the shorts he chose to wear; summer heat be damned, something that showed off a bulge so much should be illegal! And what a bulge, Prolly always thought when seeing what the older cat was packing.

A quick moment of panic was all it took for the orc to shoot upwards, away from that good, oh yes very good monster sausage and focus on something else. Big mistake, as the 'something else' his eyes landed on were the massive pecs, straining the very thin tank with all their glorious meat. There was just not enough fabric to cover everything, and even if there had been, it would've been too tight for anything to be really covered, based on the way his big, perky nipples pressed against it, threatening to burst out. He wouldn't mind them doing just that and then walking up to them, giving them a good tug and bite until those juicy tits emptied their hot milk inside his mouth.

Again with that! He was being too obvious; lucky for him Alex had been too busy with his phone to notice his little brother checking him out, or the lust in his eyes would've been too evident. But lord, that face! That round, precious cat snout framed by the thick orange bush that was his beard, the fuzz above his lips that twitched along with his nose, all of it crowned by an impressive, somehow square pompadour that he had never seen going down. His brother was a cute lad, no doubt! He felt the tiniest of blushes creep to his face, but he could handle as much; nothing weird with appreciating another handsome guy, was there? His brother was handsome, he should tell him as much... Any second now... He was about to do it...

"Ah, Prolly!" he finally noticed the little orc and looked up from his screen, making said orc jump in surprise and look away as fast as possible; any direction other than the gigantic self of his brother was good. But he wasn't given much choice when a pair of enormous arms grabbed him, and his feet left the ground, his whole body being squeezed against the meaty pecs. "First of all, hi!" Prolly couldn't reply the greeting because it took all his willpower and concentration to not reach and squeeze those tits; hell, just not giving into the musk from Alex's workout was proving to be extremely hard and he begged he would let him down just as much as he wanted to stay like this forever. Of course, Alex, ignorant the tiny man's struggles, let him go after what you could call 'an appropriate amount of time' and looked down at him with his typical beaming grin. "That's because you were still asleep when I left for the gym, mister. You shouldn't sleep in so often! Have you gone out today, at least?"

"Yessssssssssssok, not quite," he thought he could stand up to his brother and stare him in the eye, but it was particularly hard when the very exposed underside of his mega tits was blocking his eyes to begin with. Then was the fact that he couldn't lie to him, nor tell him he had spent the earlier part of the day watching porn online and just being lewd in general, leading to some awkward silence on his part.

"So, you didn't go out today," unable to look up at his monster of a brother, he simply let his silence speak for him, but Alex just gave a short chuckle in response. "That's fine, bro; you do you. But you still need a bit of sun, man! You're looking gray!" this time he laughed and gave Prolly a playful punch on the shoulder, but the orc chose to instead groan at such a dad-level joke. "But seriously, a bit of charging outside won't be bad either, so it all fits nicely in the end, right? Come on, let's go, I need new shirts; all the old ones keep tearing for some reason."

"Oh, I know the reason," he whispered, but damned be the cat's hearing, he turned around in curiosity at his words. Prolly panicked for... well, he had already lost count of how many times he had done so just in the past hour, but he still racked his brain for anything that could serve to distract his brother. "Um...! I said, uh... I said you should change, man. I mean, you're barely covering anything."

"I am?" he tilted, his pomp magically keeping its shape even with the change of position and his tail swishing in an almost imperceptible manner. It would've been almost out of a children's show had it not been for the nipples straining the thin fabric of his tank, unable to cover much beyond the ample valley of his chest, leaving the lower half of his pecs and his marked abs bare for anyone to see. Damn, Prolly couldn't walk around with him like that, he would pop a boner every five minutes!

"I-I've told you before, dude! Everyone always stares because you show off too much ch-chest..." everyone including him, but he couldn't say that much.

"But it's hooooot," the pleading look he gave him almost made the orc melt; or perhaps it was his own heat rising from the way Alex leaned forward to look at him, giving him a very clear view of his impressive cleavage, making the intense desire to plant his face in it burn through his whole body. "See? You're getting red because of the heat too!" and the second he heard that he quickly whipped back and hid his face from the world, holding back the whimper that had found its way up his throat. "Haha, I'm messing with you, bro! I need to change anyway, these clothes stink. Maybe I should take a shower too, you mind waiting?"

"Y-You're fine, you don't need a shower," it came out before he knew what he was saying, his mind going straight to the idea of the musk between his pecs filling his nostrils as he dove in them, making the large feline purr in excitement. Said large feline said something he couldn't quite catch, focused on his own fantasies as he was, and headed for his own room, leaving the orc alone with his thoughts...

Thoughts of that same cat in his bedroom, clothes thrown carelessly to the floor, a quick whiff of his armpits while a hand scratched his massive tit, giving it a lick to clean up some of the sweat, a good squeeze, a quick moan... and before he knew it, Prolly was sporting quite the tent in his pants, not realizing he was rubbing it until he felt the tiniest prickle of pre push through the fabric of his pants.

"Ah! Fuck..." he said and ran for his own room as well.

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By sheer luck, Prolly had managed to change into a clean pair of underwear and shorts before Alex left his room, and by the same force had managed to do so without eliciting any questions from the feline. The fact that his clothes were almost the exact same as the ones he had been wearing before helped to that; his look was pretty much unchanged from when he greeted his brother into the house, except for the boxers he was thankful his brother hadn't seen... although he wouldn't mind letting him see them.

Ah! Again with those thoughts, no! Bad Prolly! He had to stop and try to calm himself now, especially now that they were outside, and anyone could notice his leaking boner should he get one. Not like it was easy, mind you, given Alex's choice of clothing also remaining almost unchanged: A pink L-sized shirt that could've passed for a crop top or even a sports bra in his body, the fabric pulled apart by his monstrous tits, only long enough to cover his pecs, leaving his abs exposed, like most of his clothes did, actually; a blue jacket, one of the few things in his closet that reached all the way down to his waist, but that he insisted on keeping open because that was his style, leaving it as a frame for his muscles and to slightly hide the perky nipples that constantly threatened to poke through his shirt; and a tight pair of pants that only covered up to the middle of his calves, the denim getting lighter on his giant thighs just from how much strain was put in them, and don't even get started on how it left his bulge! Like all his clothes, it was small, tight enough to pass as spray painting and left little to imagination, but whether it was because of all those things or because the cat walked around with confidence in them, the whole thing looked stylish as hell and Prolly couldn't keep from complimenting his brother inside his head.

"But you know, it would look better off," he whispered, yet Alex regarded him curiously. Rather than try to weasel his way out of those words, knowing he would no doubt fail, Prolly just kept looking forward, pretending to be silent; to begin with, why had he whispered that instead of keeping it in his head? His brain was betraying him today, pushing words out without his permission and giving him images of hunks for his loins to go stiff in seconds. It wasn't his fault if his libido was too big, a virgin like him had no way of letting out steam after all!

And now these thoughts popped up. Hell, that's how this whole day had started in the first place. Right that morning, when one of his friends was telling him about the previous night, when he finally got his girlfriend on bed; one thing led to another and said friend asked him about the last time he had a guy over for some of that same fun, only for the usual awkward reveal that, yes, he was still a virgin. 'still?' was in fact the exact same thing said friend had replied, right afterwards followed by the typical 'shit dude that sucks'. As if he wasn't aware enough of the fact that he was still a virgin in his 20's, thanks a lot. Worst part was that thinking about that always made him default to Alex, because his aroused head thought it funny to make him feel even weirder about the whole thing.

'You're a virgin? Why?' 'Because I really wanna pecfuck my brother, man!'

That wasn't exactly the most encouraging conversation you could have with yourself, but it was one more example of his head rebelling against him. So, he ended up feeling crappy and sad, leaving little logical choice to his lust-ridden self than beat his meat in the hope it would help him feel better while also keeping his mind away from Alex's majestic body. And where had that ended up? With said majestic body in one of the skimpiest outfits known to mankind casually prancing next to him. And now he felt like crap again. Fantastic.

"Prolly!" the scream shook him, and his cat blood showed through as his fur stood on end and he almost jumped back; he was even holding a bit of a hiss back. It took him around a second to get back to reality, but when he did he noticed his brother looking at him with furrowed eyebrows. "You zoned out there for a while, is everything ok? You look weird somehow."

"I-I'm fine," again, a conversation he wasn't exactly eager to have, so it was better to avoid the subject as much as possible. And since the subject was the very same pecs looking back at him, the best strategy was to avert his eyes, look anywhere but at his brother's direction. In fact, since he didn't go out much, there were a lot of areas around town that he never really detailed, such as this one, so he should take the chance to look around and get acquainted with the place instead. Yeah, that sounded like a good excuse- idea, a good idea.

First, they were in the beach. It had been a long drive, but Alex insisted that a good splash under the sun once they were finished was exactly what they needed to ease their tiredness; the weird tendency to sunbathing was one of many feline traits Prolly had failed to get when he was... well, born, but there was nothing he could say against it while squished against the car's door (seriously, how did Alex managed to sit comfortably there? Yet another cat thing), so that's how they ended up here. Weird as it sounded to him at first, however, it soon became evident that it wasn't just any random beach, as the multitude of stores on the street up front showed him. From restaurants and cafés to clothing shops and even arcades, the road was lined up with every possible tourist dream and they were all packed with customers going in and out of the sidewalk. Had it not been for his hulking companion prompting them into stepping out of the way, Prolly would've found himself squeezed between a lot of bodies.

But of course, the main selling point was to the other side of the road: the pristine, almost white sand, and a few steps ahead, the sea stretching towards the horizon until it melded with the sky in a distant line separating the two tones of blue. The sunshine bounced off the water into distorted stripes of light that waved up and down with the waves, shaped in the vague roundness of the star itself and making the waters transparent enough to see the sand beneath for a few meters. It was truly a feast for the eyes, a sentiment many others seemed to share, as the shining sand was also full of people in varying degrees of nudity, more than one a large, thick dude in a pair of nice boxers that shaped their butts and rather supple tits with nipples just begging to be sucked on; nice beaches always attracted the big ones, after all, and Prolly found himself enjoying them a bit more than the sights...

That is, until he started wondering how Alex would look in one of those nice shorts, thinking how it would cover so little, he might as well just wear a speedo already, his bulge straining the poor fabric, yet the massive cat unable to see as much with his gargantuan chest in the way. He allowed a few more seconds of indulgence as far as that one particular fantasy went before kicking himself back into reality, and more specifically, back to the real Alex still next to him, not paying attention to whatever might be going through his little brother's head. All for the better; it's not like he wanted those thoughts out in the public.

"Ooooh! Look at this one, man! It looks nice!" the cat stopped and pointed at a shop's window, where one of the mannequin's (a cat mannequin, funnily enough) sported a fresh, loose blue tank with a few wavy white lines on the mid-section that emulated the same sea he had been watching, and a bright drawing on the sun over the left side of the chest. It really was a great design and Prolly once again complimented his brother's taste, even if only inside his head. "This is it, bro. My cat senses are tingling. This shirt is calling me!"

"Too tiny," it had to be said. As nice- no, because_the design was so nice, Prolly couldn't, in good conscience, put the shirt through the hell that it would be to cover Alex's mega pecs. As much as he liked seeing his bro's thick muscles push through the fabric, sometimes even tearing it apart in front of his very eyes, he had to draw the line somewhere; he was here to help the large man find something both, nice _and decent, not to mention he also had to show some willpower as far as his... urges went. Therefore: "That specific tank is too tiny, and I'm sure this shop won't have anything big enough for you."

"Dude. Don't be a spoilsport. Come on, let's go in!" and in he went, leaving Prolly with no option but to follow along.

"Why did you bring me if you're gonna shoot my opinions down?" he complained once inside, taking a moment to see the wide selection of male ware the store had. Not only shirts and shorts, even hats, backpacks and swimwear of all sizes, mostly of the "bro style": tanks, baggy pants, you name it. It was essential beach wear, but all nice enough to get even the otherwise inside orc interested. "This one looks neat," he said to a green shirt, checking the size to see if it was worth it even trying it on.

He was about to ask his brother about it when he realized that he was no longer next to him; Alex had headed straight for one of the clerks, a meek-looking mouse girl that was clearly intimidated by the gigantic feline that had managed to corner her. As nice as he was, a man of Alex's size could lift a few flags if left unchecked, so Prolly headed quickly for them, just in time to finish listen to his brother.

"Seriously, the biggest one will fit!"

And suddenly, the rodent girl's nervous look took a whole different meaning. She looked down at Prolly, being maybe an inch or two taller than the little guy, and the orc gave her the most apologetic look he could put, mouthing a quick 'sorry' to the girl. One quick look up at the massive cat, calculating inside her head what size it would take to cover all that before a sigh showed her giving up and asking them to wait for a moment. The blush that appeared on her face was matched by Prolly's own, and he too gave a quick look up to see his brother's unknowing smile as he continued browsing through the racks. He was about to say something when he noticed a second clerk, this one sitting behind the counter and very obviously checking out the massive cat when he leaned down to check a pair of sandals, giving quite the view of his cleavage to her. Two things went through Prolly's head: The first, how bold of this chick; the second, how often did he check out Alex (or anyone, really) with the exact same look?

"Hey, that's a nice one," he looked to Alex staring at him and noticed he had taken the green shirt with him when he rushed to 'save' the mouse girl. "You gonna try it on?"

"Y-Yeah, I could. I mean, it is nice," he admitted and seeing the insistence in the feline eyes that continued to stare at him without blinking, he made for the changing room with a grunt.

Surprising no one, the room was little more than a cubicle with a mirror on one side and a couple hangers on another wall. Why is this worth mentioning, you ask? Well, because as Prolly took off his own shirt and hung it on the wall, he couldn't stop thinking about what Alex's plan was regarding this much space. A guy his size could barely fit inside one of these, let alone find enough room to move around and take his clothes off. In fact, how did he even buy clothes to begin with? Maybe none of them fit because he never tried them on in the first place, but then again, he had been very comfortable in the car, so there was nothing stopping him from feeling just as comfortable here, was there?

A bit of a tent started forming on Prolly's pants and he looked at it with a chuckle. What else could he do at this point but laugh? He even gave it a gentle rub as he looked on the mirror at his shirtless self, his arousal just big enough to make him think to himself he was a good-looking guy in his own right. The same hand that had been rubbing his bulge went up for his chest, giving a little squeeze to what meat he could find there and wondering how an actual beefy pec would feel. Of course, Alex popped up again; he was invading his head today! But this time it was more of a passing thought than anything. His attention instead went back to the green shirt, hoisting it up his body and pulling down, enjoying how snug the fabric felt around his body and how it looked even brighter next to his skin tone. He was now convinced about buying it and a powerful wish to show it off washed over him, almost making him run out of the room.

"Hey, I like how this one lo-

He never finished the sentence because what greeted him outside was his brother no longer in the stylish outfit he had walked in with, but wearing a much bigger version of the shirt that got him to get in the store; bigger relatively speaking, as it still strained enough to only cover as far as the chest and maybe a couple inches of abs, leaving the cat's lower back completely exposed to the elements, such as his little sibling's sight. He even swallowed audibly from the detailed, defined muscles in front of him.

"Oh, there you are!" the massive cat turned around at the noise and things from that point onwards only got worse for the little orc, as the shirt was not only too small to reach the waist, but also too wide around the neck to cover anything but a single thread of his skin. Blatantly exposed were Alex's fat, perky nipples, pointing at Prolly and almost daring him to reach up and poke, twist and suck them, a challenge he was almost willing to take. Standing next to the cat, barley visible behind his sheer mass, was the same mouse girl, her eyes looking elsewhere and her face as red as they go. And because all of that wasn't enough, he even flexed to pump his pecs just a little it more, if that was possible. "How does it look?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." he was pretty sure he was shooting literal steam out of his ears, but still tried his best to calm down and give a proper answer. "Your... Your nipples are showing," he managed, but still had to look down to hide his expression.

"My what? No way," and guess what, it could get worse. Right after that was said, Alex reached for his chest and started groping and rubbing himself, feeling up for his nipples, playing with them with his thumbs and even squeezing them a bit. How he managed to not faint, Prolly didn't know, but the little mouse girl seemed about to on her own. "You silly! This covers my nipples just fine!"

"I'm literally seeing your nipples right now! What the fuck!?" he screamed internally, but his brother's smile was too genuine for him to shoot it down. "Y-Yeah, I'm joking, haha. It looks great on you."

"Damn right it looks great on me!" and that charming grin was the last thing it took for the young orc to feel his own tent grow dangerously large. Of course, doing something as foolish as crossing his legs to hide it would only draw attention down there, so he was left with nothing but prayer and desperate hoping that everyone would be too focused on his nearly nude brother to tell his own hard on. And once again, it was said brother who got him out of his thoughts. "Hey! You did try that one on! It looks great on you, man!"

The look of confusion was brief and priceless, but in a matter of seconds Prolly understood his brother. A quick glance at the shirt later he was grinning like a fool, his ego stroked not so much by the compliments as by the fact that they came from such a beefcake. His brother returned his smile along with a playful head ruffle that threatened to mess up his hair, but they both still laughed it off.

"So, you're taking it then?" the cat-orc nodded and made his way back into the changing room, glancing back to see his brother taking his own off right there and then; it's not like he was showing more without the shirt than with it, but it said a lot about his own perception on the matter, especially if he was unable to see the poor mouse girl behind him growing hotter. Such a cat thing, to not give a damn about what other people thought. "You takin' anything else, bro?" his voice came the moment Prolly closed the curtain behind him.

"Uh... no, nothing else really caught my eye. And I'm not swimming in money right now either, hehe," he was taking off the shirt, once again greeting his bare self in the mirror and already running numbers in his head to see how big of a blow this one would be. One cheap shirt was fine, maybe two, but let's not go overboard.

"Nonsense! I'm paying!" and a sudden nudge in his back made the gray man jump back. His brother's massive arm had pushed the curtain aside and was now invading his privacy, gesturing (demanding, actually) for the shirt. He realized it was his own mistake; you don't say you're lacking money to your big brother, that always means 'buy m this' with baby cat eyes, but there was nothing he could do about it anymore. The only thing thicker than Alex's pecs was his stubbornness when it came to the occasional spoiling, as his insistent hand showed.

He resigned, leaving the shirt on the open palm and listening his brother strolling further away, all while he started putting his own regular clothes back. Such a silly thing to spoil him with, but he wasn't about to complain either.

He left the room and back into the store proper, walking past the mouse girl as she fanned herself. Poor girl. He soon spotted Alex in the register, already taking out his wallet, a second shirt in his hands, most likely grabbed at a random size out of a whim. Not like he could say anything when he was the one paying for his stuff too. A couple guys had entered the store as well and were browsing on their own, but he caught them throwing a few glances at the cat every now on then, maybe jealous of his massive frame (and perhaps aroused as well, who knew?). And of course, when he joined said cat, he was too focused on his new clothes to notice.

"Planning on rocking these on the beach soon, handsome?" the cashier said, a shameless smirk on her face as she swiped the card and a few clicks later she was already giving it back, along with everything neatly set in a bag. "Make sure to come by when you do. On my break," the audacity! Prolly was torn between indignation and jealousy; maybe he would get dates if he could manage to be that bold, but no, he was the same as the shy mouse girl rearing her head around the corner to see if the almost nudist client had already left.

"Sweety, you can bet I'll come around," the fuck!? Of course, this he wasn't too dense to notice. And man, how he wanted to say something about it, but the handsome smile intended for the cashier made him melt too much to form any coherent words. A finger gun later and mister Casanova cat was already out of the store, the little gray man following him soon after, back into the flooded sidewalk.

"Duuuuuuuuude," he gave the giant arm next to him a slap, sure that it was little more than a little sting for its owner, but enough to get his attention. "What's with the shameless flirting?"

"That was pretty shameless, eh?" he laughed it off, but the look on his face showed remorse... At least as much as a feline could feel. And right after, that very same slapped arm pulled the orc in a tight hug and pressed him against his chest, giving him quite the literal face full of chest. "But you know how it is, bro! When you get the chance, you gotta POUNCE!"

"Mhmm," was all Prolly could muster, his face sank into the glorious sidepec, his nostrils filling with sweet gym musk mixed in with the salty beach breeze, his every ounce of willpower put into not opening and getting a mouthful of that beef. But still, he listened to his brother's words and his brain once again started playing dirty tricks on him.

"What was that?" Alex let go when he realized how much he was smothering his brother, getting only unintelligible mumbling as a response. When he did, however, the orc's smile was only the slightest bit sad.

"I don't really know how it is. I don't flirt much," and indeed, he didn't. It was hard enough trying to talk with someone new when it came to his crippling shyness, but add to that the uncertainty, the constant voice in his head asking 'but what if he's not gay?', and it became an impossible task. Even online playfulness came as a challenge sometimes, anonymity or not.

"Oh, come on! There's no way my little brother doesn't get around! I mean, look at you; you're a pretty handsome guy. I'm sure someone's interested," the little orc's face lit up and he saw his brother's beaming smile; one of those charming expressions that made anyone feel better, as if being acknowledged by such a man was the greatest reward you could get and the single best way you could feel better about yourself. It was the first time in a while he had received such compliment, even if it was from his brother, but it made him feel better. "I'm sure you've been flirted on plenty of times before, you just didn't notice."

"Hah! Doubt it," he rejected, only half-serious, willing to believe the cat's words and looking in his memories for any moment when he could've indeed been the target of such attempts. An arm around his shoulder interrupted him, though, and he looked back up at Alex, his face obscured by the still erect pomp as he looked forward, gently pushing his little brother with him.

"No negativity today! We're on a date, so we're supposed to have fun!" again with that word... "Come on, there was a nice shop down the road I found online. And since I paid the first one, you have to pay this one next!"

"Hah, deal," and with that he intended to make his way. But Alex had a different idea and Prolly was promptly picked up from the ground, his petite body resting right on top of the cat's shoulder with his arm keeping him in place. He was sure he could pass as an oni from how red he had undoubtedly turned. "Alex! Wha- What are- Put me d-down!"

"I said we're having fun, and this is fun! And it's also a lot faster than walking at your pace," he laughed again and Prolly hid his face inside his pomp out of embarrassment. Granted, a man his size didn't seem as ridiculous as he thought; this was a plausible position. Knowing that did nothing to ease his concerns. "You used to love this when we were kids, remember? Man, I grew big pretty fast and you always stayed small and cute."

"We're not kids anymore! I'm a grown adult! This is..." it was nice, he had to admit. And faster too: they sped through people like crazy thanks to Alex's big steps and his own enormous body making people step to the side for him. For a moment, he too felt big and powerful, like the king of the world, looking down on everyone as he made his way across them on his magnificent steed. But then he remembered they were also looking at him... "Please put me down!"

"Nah," his brother's laugh was starting to sound very mean, but at least the embarrassment was worth the breeze hitting him on the face. And being carried by a big, strong man certainly had its charm; who cared if anyone looked at him weird? Lazily, he leaned on Alex's head, his arms sinking maybe less than an inch into his hair. "Hey! Watch it with the hair! It takes a while getting this pomp in place!" he yelled, but his words had no malice and instead a smile lined his lips. "Ok, we're here. Time to get off, buddy."

He wouldn't admit it to him, but it was disappointing having to get off. Brother or not, contact with a big body like his was always welcome. Of course, it would only remain as that and nothing more, because as siblings, anything beyond that would be weird... He kept repeating that in his head, but he couldn't quite make himself believe it; a part of him wanted to believe it could happen, and it made him rack his head even more. No! Enough about that, he was supposed to enjoy the-

"What the hell is this place?" he uttered out loud when he saw the two-store shop his brother had brought him to, mannequins in fancy shirts on the windows, one of them even wearing a suit that seemed tailored for it. It had all the flags of a high couture store, or at least something outside of his regular budget, and he wondered what exactly was a shop like this doing in front of the beach... only to notice they were a couple blocks away from the beach now. A quick look at his brother's grin was all the answer he needed. "You tricked me! You lured me here! You cheated!"

"Yeah," he nodded at all accusations, his smile unwavering, and Prolly thought how mean he could get sometimes. If it was a joke, it was a rather nasty one. But as he stepped inside the shop, the prospect seemed less and less probable. I checked them out, they're holding a pretty big summer discount, so this is the best moment to get some new clothes for work, or parties and stuff. Soon I'll be at the age when I get invited to weddings!"

He said as much to ease his little brother, but there was no way the little orc could calm down in this place. The front windows were deceitful beyond belief! The inside was all men suits and elegance, every inch of it making him feel out of place. Somewhere in his head, he was scared someone would come over and 'politely ask them' to leave. On the other hand, there were quite a few regular dudes shopping, no doubt attracted by the same offers that had caught the larger cat's attention and looking at them gave him a sense of solidarity that eased his worries. On closer inspection, more than one of them were older gentlemen, some of them in great shape that he found himself checking out a bit more than necessary; in particular, one imposing man with green hair, a short pair of horns and a behemoth-sized couple of juggers painfully straining the sweater vest he had somehow managed to squeezed them in. A thick carpet of white fuzz covered the entirety of his cleavage and he could swear that, for a second, through the fabric, if he focused enough, he could see his nipples make the tiniest of twitches, something he had only seen before in porn, when a guy needed them milked bad. A bona fide male lactation daddy in need of his massive tits sucked dry.

He seemed familiar, though... Yeah, he was sure he had seen him somewhere in campus. Perhaps a professor or something? Would he dare to ask? It would serve as a chance to get close to those huge tits, at least-

"Hey, check this one out, bro."

His attention went back to his brother, a much too small shirt in his hands, and he realized how much he had to intervene. So, the elegant and hunky old man left his mind and he focused on his task, snatching the clothes away and pushing Alex towards the XXL section, even though his efforts didn't make the cat budge an inch.

After a few seconds of just looking down at the orc's fruitless efforts, he finally took a couple steps in the direction he was pointing at. Tucked inside the store was an area that, while smaller and emptier, was no less elegant than the rest: A wide selection of dark-colored suits for the larger gentleman was in front of them, but the most surprising part was how more than one seemed to be a perfect fit for Alex. Prolly couldn't see his own face, but if his cheeks were any indication, he had a wide smile as he pictured his brother in clothes that would finally fit him. He looked up to try and share the sentiment, but in the cat's face he saw, for the first time in the day, and in a very long time, a hint of disappointment.

"Don't you think these are too big?" he asked. He dared ask that. He had the gall to make that question.

"Fuck that! These are your size! These can cover all of you, unlike this," he started patting the cats defined abs, rubbing them, trailing the that formed them, slowly reaching for the barely exposed underside of his gargantuan pecs, giving the pair a little pinch, relishing the way the beef resisted his touch... and the moment his boner started pressing against his pants, he stopped and turned around like a spinning top to hide it all from the curious eyes. "S-So, long story short, these are your SIZE! Because you're fucking enormous..." he started sweating and was sure his brother would start making questions soon, so he took the first shirt he found and shoved it in his hands. "Here! Try this one on!"

"Ugh, fine..." and somehow, his pomp dropped down with those words, as if it was as enthusiastic as the cat himself was over fitting clothes.

Not like that mattered anyway; the only important thing was that now Prolly could take a moment to ease while his brother left him alone. Seriously, he wasn't a stranger to the perma-horny state, but it was getting ridiculous today! Granted, having the chance of feeling up a giant like Alex was part of the problem; porn he had seen like crazy, but this was the first time he actually touched such an enormous set of muscles and it had felt better than his wildest dreams could ever imagine! No wonder his dick had gotten so hard! Hard enough it was starting to hurt, even. Hard enough that he considered just taking it out and doing the deal right here, right now. There was no one else in the XXL section anyway, Alex would take a while and at worst, only the thick-chested daddy would consider coming over, giving him an excuse to show off, get him cornered and have some nasty fun together. He tended to get really drawn into fantasies when horny.

"Prolly, can you come here for a sec?" his brother once again got him out of his fantasies, but far from the stupor of his arousal, and for a moment, the orc thought he was being invited to play with the gigantic pair of tits and who knew what else. Thoughts of the equally impressive monster hiding in his pants flooded his mind and he started getting ideas of what to do with it inside the changing room, all as he made his way, convinced that he was about to get his dreaded virginity taken.

He opened the door and stepped inside, his eyes closed in the middle of a stifled moan as his free hand caressed his modest bulge, much like it had done the last time he had been in a changing room. Perhaps they were now becoming part of his aesthetic! Naughtiness in a shop, that did sound like an interesting thing to experiment with. But before he could continue fostering those thoughts, he found himself hard-pressed against a white wall... that he soon found out was a shirt strained badly across his brother's back.

"Oh, hey," the cat said when the door closed behind them, somehow managing to turn around despite what little room his massive frame left. Cat magic indeed, but one that had skipped the half-orc as he was pushed around and against the nearest wall (an actual wall this time); far from the erotic encounter he had set in his head and more than enough to get it out of the gutter. And of course, Alex didn't notice that and kept talking as if nothing had happened. "Something's wrong with this shirt, the buttons can't fit together."

While he wasn't against the idea of being squeezed by huge muscles in theory, it was far more uncomfortable than he predicted, which made pushing his way to the mirror a difficult task, only possible thanks to his already tiny body. What greeted him on the reflection was the feline's behemoth chest pushing against a shirt so tightly that only two buttons could be closed, both pushing apart so far that you could see the white fur between them with no problem. All of this while he tried to pull a third one right on the underside of his chest. The way he was pulling at it, the shirt was more likely to tear apart before being closed.

"Hang on, this isn't the shirt I gave you," Prolly noted, still trapped between the wall and his brother's body. And indeed, this very white, very clean, very small shirt was a far cry from the black one he had thrown at him in the first place.

"Yeah, that one's a bit too big. I picked a snug one," and just as he said that, one of the two buttons he had managed to put on burst out with such strength that it bounced off the mirror and walls until hitting the orc right on the forehead, knocking him out for a second. "But I think it's pretty low quality."

"It's not low quality," Prolly tried his best to push back out of the changing room, passing between heaps of muscle on his way out, again pushed against the wall almost to the point of suffocating before managing to escape; the first thing he did was gasp for air while seeing his brother squeeze his way out as well. The sight alone was enough to make him feel even more drowned. "It's just too small. Just try the one I gave you."

"Ugh, fine," and again, his pomp fell, and he started peeling the shirt off, the fabric so grateful for it that the moment he unbuttoned the last bit keeping it together, it burst open, showing off his immense tits and the pink, perky nipples that just begged to get suckled. He wanted nothing more than to jump at him and sink between those huge milk jugs for the rest of the day... but instead went back into the cabin and got the shirt back on his brother's hands, his expression the sternest he could pull off while ignoring his boner. Alex, on the other hand, groaned at the prospect, hissed a little even, and his fur stood when he held the shirt in front of him. At said stern face's insistence, however, he was left with no choice.

A few seconds later, he was in front of the mirror, the shirt coming onto his massive bulk smoother than any other one he had tried on the day. Each button, even the ones around his enormous pecs, were fastened without any complication, and yet the fabric hugged tightly to them and to his waist, giving it all a sweet V shape that made Prolly breath heavier. If the man was handsome before, this was a whole other level! A quick thumbs up followed, but the cat could only sigh.

"It's... ok? Maybe a bit on the big side."

"What big side? You're the big side, bro!" the little half-orc insisted and took the chance to get a good grope at the tree trunk arms. "It looks big because it's covering all your skin, unlike everything else you wear."

"That only means I'm not showing off."

"Aha! You do tell you're showing off the bod, you perv!" at Prolly's accusations, he did his best to keep his calm; only by looking away did he show any hint of listening to them, yet that was more than enough confirmation. "You fucking perv, all this time you've been making me...any; many chicks get steamy, like that poor store clerk, on purpose! That's pure evil."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he smiled, the smug big thing, and gave a nice flex as if to push the attention someplace else. "It does look nice when I push my chest a bit. And I guess it's decent enough for events. Yeah... I'm convinced, I'm getting it."

"Good, good," Prolly looked down, trying to keep his eyes away from the flexing and at the same time checking for any dangerous tent on his pants. What he got, though, was a quick glance at the price tag clicked on the lower hem of the shirt. In a flash, he remembered he was the one in charge of paying for it and gave a quick check... "B-B-But you know, who are we to say what's decent and what's not!? More fabric, more zeroes, right? Let's try something on the small side too-

"Chill out, pal. I'm paying for it," Prolly blushed and his feline pride rose up all the way to his throat, ready to argue the subject before being stopped on his tracks. "That was my plan all along, I'm not gonna make you buy me clothes. It's called teasing, little bro. I make enough money, no need to worry," and that said he followed the orc's example and checked the tag, his eyebrows raising ever so slightly. "Then again, I think just the one is enough for now."

"Sorry..."

"Psh, no sorry, man! You're a student, it's fine," Alex quickly slipped out of the shirt and back into his regular clothes so fast that the orc never actually caught how he did it. The poor tank must have been used to it by now, making it an easier task than it should. None of that seemed like an issue to the cat, though, as he took the shirt and made his way out of the little corner they had cooped themselves on, back into the busier sections of the shop.

Prolly followed him, taken aback by the sudden amount of men around him; somewhere on the back of his head, he had forgotten how packed store was when they went in. Then he remembered and looked around for the same giant daddy he had laid eyes upon when they first stepped in, but he was nowhere to be seen, leaving him with nothing but a dejected sigh; if he really was a professor or something, then he was bound to cross paths with him sooner or later, and maybe then have some fun, but that did little to ease his needs right now, and left him with the same 'forever virgin' feeling that had been coming and going all day.

His brother finished paying and the two stepped outside together, a new bag in his hands and his smile all the bigger and brighter. Next to him, the sour expression Prolly had seemed out of place, something that didn't go unnoticed: a big hand ruffled his hair again, still threatening to ruin his style(!), and he looked up after swatting it away, to his brother's sympathetic smile. Right then he knew most of his defenses would break away, so he begged he wouldn't start making questions.

"Say, why don't we get an ice cream? You can't go to the beach and not get one, right?" and with that, he grabbed the orc and hoisted him up in his shoulder again, getting another blush to set on his face. "I'll even let you pay for this!"

"Well, I can afford an ice cream, yeah," he giggled, the sound drowned out by the giant cat's loud laughter.

In a few minutes, the were back onto the beach, Alex already looking around for an ice cream shop. Prolly recalled this area being known for a few, as it was to be expected of a hot tourist spot, but somewhere in his head he wondered how many of the buff guys that favored this place to show off would go and try fattening sweets? It was nothing but an uneventful thought that filled his mind on their way, as without him realizing, his brother had started moving once again.

"What flavor are you getting? Today feels like a chocolate mint kind of day," the cat briefly looked up, his smile carrying a hint of his usual playfulness and the curiosity of his species. It was so damn charming, that any thought about the dessert left his mind. Thus, since the question had been about said topic, he was left a blubbering mess.

"Um... Uh... Don't know, I, um... I'll check there?" it was obvious his brother found his confusion enjoyable, as his laughter evidenced, and it only made the little orc blush even harder. Lucky for him an ice cream shop caught his eye, and he realized he would soon be able to regain some of his dignity. "Alright, let's try that one! You can put me down."

But to his further surprise, the cat did not. Step by step, the two approached the little shop with no evidence of Prolly's feet touching the ground any time soon, and with ever feet they walked, the dread kept crawling up his spine, freezing him over. And just as he feared, by the time they reached the counter, he was still sitting on the large man's shoulder, like a child or a little parrot, or whatever other cute thing you could think of; he had been reduced to that.

"Hi! I want an extra large choco-mint cone and what do you want, Prolly?" he looked up again, but his little brother's face was hidden behind a pair of hands. A soft, yet constant sound, very close to whimpering, came out from behind them, and the very knowing Alex grinned at it. "How about cheesecake? He'll have a cheesecake cone. Come on, man. You're paying, remember?" and leaving a single hand to cover his face, Prolly pulled out the money and handed it over to his brother, who could no longer hold his laughter.

Only when he felt the cat start moving did he look up, a white and red ice cream cone being offered to him, which he took with a frown.

"That was a total dick move!" and that only made Alex laugh harder, his own cone threatening to fall over before he had even given it the first proper lick. "Put me down!"

"Ok, ok," and the gray orc was allowed back into the ground. The feeling sent a strange sense of security through his body, but at the same time a part of him missed the height that Alex's massive frame provided, as well as the contact with the large feline. But at least he had ice cream, he told himself with the first lick, letting the cold ease his worries and the taste fill his buds until it sent shivers down his body. "So, what's with you?"

He looked up, eyes wide open and carrying an inquisitive look that went ignored by the larger cat, focused as he was on his own treat, clearly enjoying himself over it. Prolly thought he should ask what he meant by that but remained reluctant when he answered the question in his own head, all his recent issues crashing back on him while he tried his best not to let them show.

"Not answering? That's cool too, don't sweat it," Alex's insight surprised him again, but he figured it was for the best of it meant he didn't have to talk about his problems. Not like it was soothing either... "I'm asking because you've been acting weird all through our date."

"Can you..." it came out by instinct and he bit the words back, but the large cat's expectant eyes forced them out. He had started saying it anyway, so he might as well. "Can you not call it a date? It feels weird."

"Right, right! I guess you wouldn't put this in the same category as all the things you do when you go out on actual dates!" again he laughed, but his mirth stopped soon enough, when he realized his brother wasn't joining him in it. "What do you do on a date?"

"I... don't go out on dates, ok?" there. He said it. And looked away from his brother to avoid the usual pity look everyone gave him, the 'aww, I'm sorry' speech, the pat on the back about how it would all get better...

Yet none of that came around. When he looked back, his brother was facing forward all the same, his expression unchanging and the ice cream his only concern. It was actually a bit disheartening seeing the lack of interest he showed, how a piece of frozen flavored milk was more important than his little brother's issues, but that also meant he had to talk less about the-

"Why's that?" he never stopped eating his ice cream, but he still asked. Cold stickiness reached the orc's finger and he saw his own cone starting to melt, prompting him to work on it the same way his brother was, while coming up with an answer that didn't involve coming out.

"I'm just... shy," and gay. "I told you, didn't I? I don't flirt, nor do I get flirted, and I don't really approach people about it, so I've actually never gone out on a date."

"And...?"

"And..." what was it with cats reading people? But at least that myth was as accurate as the one saying how they also made you feel better just by being there. "And that actually, sort of, kinda bothers me a bit, because I'd like to give it a shot, but you know, that's life and I can deal with it."

"That's it..." Alex didn't seem to be buying into his half-truths, but it was all he was willing to give to the feline. There was no easy way to tell someone you wanted to fuck their massive tits, after all. And while dating was a part of his concerns, the real main issue was with the sex part and his desire to clear his libido through some nice dicking, to know how it felt to be held in a guy's arms and get him to show you some love, something he wouldn't bring up around his brother and make things awkward.

The ice cream kept melting down on his hand, reminding him of its existence and making him lick it clean while trying to enjoy what little the sun hadn't taken care of. Once again, he regretted not having enough feline genes, as a stronger tongue would've been ideal to get the sticky feeling out of his fur; as things were, he was doomed to maybe hours of a never entirely clean hand, until they found a bathroom that bothered to put soap (something that was becoming rarer with each passing day). A quick look at Alex and he was jealous of him, the powerful tongue taking scoops of the dessert into his mouth with as much ease as his grooming sessions took... Something which he had never seen, being as private a matter as it was.

Suddenly, Prolly's head was filled with new, steamier than usual images of his brother in the nude, twisting and pulling his limbs closer to get his tongue everywhere: all around his arms, his biceps and further up, reaching even as far as his pits; down his strong legs, leaning beyond any possible anatomical logic and always getting dangerously near the tight tent (assuming he even wore underwear while doing so!); and finally down his pecs, taking his time with each to reach as far down as possible and give himself maybe the occasional grope and bite, twisting and playing with his own nips until he could no longer reach and had to ask him for help...

Not like such a thing would happen in real life.

"Oh shit," Prolly's immediate reaction was to look at his brother the moment he cursed, and believe it or not, despite him being the one struggling with keeping his ice cream in place, it was Alex who had somehow gotten a big scoop down his cleavage, the shining green cream melting quickly with his body heat and staining his pristine fur while sticking to the pumpkin hair spiced through his chest. Man, how he wished he was that ice cream. And right away, the cursing kept going in hushed tones as Alex stopped walking and instead started leaning forward, doing his best to reach down to it, his tongue already peeking out. Feline instinct was extremely fastidious, often to the point of neurosis, when it came to their personal hygiene, so of course he was giving it his most to reach and be his usual clean and proper self again, but it was all to no avail, as the sheer circumference of his chest was too big for him to ever do it himself. To sum it up, "I can't reach! I can't reach, fuck. Prolly! Dude, bro, help out your flesh and blood, will ya? Come on, cats gotta stick together! No, more like lick together! Yeah, just lick it off!"

"Lick..." it seemed out of a fantasy... or rather, out of a fanfic! The very thing he had just been thinking about! The cat genes finally helped him out, giving him a hand into reaching his biggest goal. And his reaction? Absolute and complete wreckage! The sole idea of getting up and close to those gargantuan tits was enough to make him blush, but to actually have one in his mouth? To really _taste_what such an exquisite male chest was like? The legendary tiddie! Right here and now, in front of him, asking him directly to give a lick! To pull out his tongue and lick it! Overheat! His brain was a mess now! What was happening!? What is real!? Those pecs are real, my friend! They're right here! Right in front of you and waiting for that sweet, sweet tongue to get them clean! One single swipe was all it took, just the one! It was here and now! He was gonna do it! He's doing it, folks! This is not a drill! Finally, after so long of desiring those massive pecs, after a day that felt like years of torture, he was about to be rewarded! Finally! Just one step forward and-

"There we go," Alex said when he pushed hard enough, and his tongue finished putting his fur back together, leaving his chest as good as new. "Sorry about that, little bro. Kinda had a cat panic there, haha. I even asked you to lick me, how weird was that? Thank god you didn't take me seriously."

The crushing disappointment Prolly felt cannot be expressed with words.

"Well, you know, I wanna say don't let it bother you, but that's just words. Just background noise," for a moment he was about to scream that it did bother him and that right now he wished nothing more than to turn back time and lick those massive tits clean; then he realized he was talking about the dating issue and kept all those thoughts locked up to keep from further embarrassing himself. "And I can't force you to tell me anything else about it if you're so set on not telling me, but you do know you can talk to me, right?"

"Right..."

"Hey. I mean about anything, little bro. I'm here for you," and he ruffled Prolly's hair. Again. It was starting to get annoying, but at the same time reassuring, and the orc didn't swap his hand away this time. Before he could say anything, however, the cat was already going down a flight of stairs, taking his shoes and socks off in the last step, keeping them in hand as he took the first step into the sand. "Woo, this is pretty warm! Feels nice, man. Come on!"

He could be so childish at times, but even Prolly had to admit the idea of sinking his toes on something warm for a while sounded enticing. So, he went along with his sibling's pleas and joined him on the beach in pretty much the exact same way, his own feline genetics reacting the moment he stepped out and the warmth spread through his whole body in a few seconds. The scorching sun shining down on the beach, its mighty heat etching itself into every single grain of sand for the unsuspecting beach-goer to burn their feet on it, still poured onto the surface with no clouds to keep it down, but to these two cats the summer heat was a blessing rather than a curse.

Prolly stretched as any residual laziness left his body, pushed out by the delicious heat, and saw his brother do the same. Of course, it was far more impressive to see his enormous frame do so: the way the muscles popped and bulged out with the right flexes was more than enough to make him swoon. The way his abs got tighter, his arms more defined and his chest pushed forward in such a way that it almost exploded out of his shirt, the fabric barely able to hide those nips and his cleavage nearly big enough to obscure his face. Next time his brother asked him, he was definitely giving them a good lick!

"You should finish that soon," the cat said once he was done and gave the first huge bite to his cone, making the orc realize he had one of his own as well, even if the thing kept melting from the heat and lack of attention that his brother's constant distractions were causing. Part of him was convinced he was doing it on purpose to distract him from his issues and give him a fun time, but that would mean he was aware of not only his sexuality, but also his attraction, and he had done a good job at hiding those, right?

Again, he chose not to let those bother him and walked alongside the large cat, noticing how he slowed down until they both had the same pace. That gave him breathing room to look around the beach. And he was not disappointed by what he was seeing! As mentioned before, this beach was a popular spot for plenty of beefy bro types to hang around and be bros, hitting on girls on bikinis and showing off their own hard-earned muscles with skimpy swimming trunks and speedos. Why that was, he had no idea, but he was not going to complain with such a myriad of bodies presented to him in a silver platter! From the slender and defined to the massive and overbuilt, with arms like logs and pecs that seemed about to start bouncing with every step they took; from the perfect and wide V shape to the prominent roid gut that just begged to be rubbed; a little bit of everything could be seen! And while almost none of them had anything against his brother's massive bod, their lack of clothes was still a more enjoyable sight than his 'barely covered by clothes'. Besides, 'almost' was the key word, as a couple of guys here and there had clearly spent more time than necessary on the bench press and their glorious tits were about to burst, something he wouldn't mind helping them with.

"Anything you like?" Prolly blushed extra hard at that, not daring to look at his brother and instead finishing what little was left of his ice cream. Had he been that obvious? I mean, if you stare at someone it is pretty obvious, but was it obvious who he was staring at? There were plenty of girls in his eyes' general direction, so he could still pass off, right?

"A... A few things, yeah," he said when he realized that staying silent would only end up biting him in the ass harder than just easing Alex, and it's not like he was lying anyway.

"What do you like, man? What is your type?" he nudged him a bit stronger than necessary, pushing the orc a few inches away before pulling him back in his tight, brotherly grasp. "You tell big bro Alex and he'll help you get one just like that."

"My type, well..." again, there was no point in staying silent or lying. Perhaps it was the sand's heat, but he felt like being open about a few things, even if a bit vague. "I like them with really fucking huge knockers, you know?"

"Damn, bro! You going right for the prize!" and Prolly found himself in a neck lock and a noogie, all surprisingly soft for the cat's size but still too tight to set himself free. Alex's laughter, as usual, was too contagious to not join in. "But hey, I feel ya. Huge knockers are the bomb! Just look at these!" and he grabbed his own and squeezed them together, really pushing all the beef forward and the shirt to the most strain it could handle, jiggling them a bit even, to the point that Prolly was sure they were going to squirt any second now.

"Dude, don't do that," he tried to laugh it off, looking away just a bit while still trying to catch every glance possible. Every bit he could see without his brother noticing was a little blessing on its own.

"You said you liked these bad boys, man! That woke them up!" and to make it worse, he put his arms back and started pec bouncing. There was no way that shirt could resist for too long if he kept that up! But damn, it was too hypnotic to look away. "But yeah, just say the word and your bro will hook you up with a big, juicy pair of tits."

"Nah, man. I'm cool. I'll do it myself, sooner or later," he thought that was the easiest way to get his brother off his back. Considering the differing ideas they had on 'big, juicy tits', it was for the best. "Might get yours if I feel like it!" he joked, using his own laugh to make sure that was all going on, but somewhere in his head he also cried a bit about it.

"Pfft, like you could handle all this beef. You're always free to try, though."

"Wha-

"Is that a fair?" the sudden change in attitude took him by surprise, but that too was a cat thing, correct? Violent mood swings and little attention spans, stolen by any shiny thing dangled in front of their eyes, like a fair in the middle of the beach. It wasn't long before Alex started sprinting towards it, his eyes filled with innocent, childish awe, and Prolly was left alone, wondering what exactly he had meant with those words.

It was a joke, right? There was no way his _brother_would suggest any sort of hook up between the two. And while his virginal smugness wanted to prove he could handle all that beef, it was stupid to think he could just go up to him and ask how serious he was about it without getting any weird looks thrown at. But that meant being left with the doubt and the growing desire to take him up on the challenge. A quick look down and he noticed his very obvious boner, hoping for the love of god that he was the only one doing so; after so many shoulder rides, he didn't need any more embarrassment. Keeping his legs moving was the best way to hide it anyway, so he decided to go after Alex and perhaps get a good look at the fair while he was at it.

Even what little cat blood he had was interested in the brilliant attractions and colorful booths set around, close to the beach, and he wasn't the only one: the place was packed! Tons of guys who had figured out this was the ideal location for a date and were walking around with their arms around their girlfriends' waist, parents that wanted their little loud kids to have a nice little memory on the back of their minds and the one or two groups of obnoxious teenagers just fooling around were just a few of the many examples of people you could see. Yet, despite the sea of bodies, locating someone as imposing as Alex was an easy task; only a couple seconds in and he had already caught a glimpse of the cat, somewhere on the back, staring at one of the stands. Mesmerized with a prize, like a proper cat, surely.

Next came the tough part, however, which was reaching the man across all these people. An easy task for most, yeah, but for someone like Prolly who only reached as tall as their waists, or even crotches sometimes, it was quite the challenge; a day of walking around with his monster of a brother clearing the way didn't make him forget how annoying just walking around campus could get, and this was bound to be a similar, if not worse experience. But hey, might as well get over with it, right?

So, he took the first step... and right then was pushed around by some dude's legs. What followed was a series of smacks, hits and rolls as he crashed against calves, thighs and more than one bulge, some of them a lot more pronounced than others, but too disoriented to actually enjoy the experience. And yes, he tried to step back, stop and just let the flow of people calm down while he made his way, but being so below their line of sight, standing still only made him a bigger victim to the constant pushes from people unaware of his presence. And so, he ended up landing inside... something.

"Hm? Oh, there you are, bro!" Alex said, although Prolly could barely listen to him with his ears muffled by the sheer amount of flesh squeezing around his head... and then he realized how, by some cruel joke of fate, he ended up lodged between his brother's massive tits, probably when said brother was leaning for whatever reason. "You comfortable in there?"

Prolly's brain stopped working right there as his every sense was overloaded from multiple directions. His nose filled with the powerful musk, his tongue getting just a hint of the taste and making it extra hard to hold it in; his eyes, rather than darkness, could clearly see the white fur and the red and orange splattered all over it, clouding his vision; his face felt nothing bit the intense body heat those enormous tits emanated, and his ears could only listen to his drumming heartbeat and the breathing that made those pecs inflate. It was all heaven and he wished it would never stop.

But like all good things in life, it had to stop, and he was pulled away from those gigantic jugs by their owner's own arm. As it had happened all day long, he had to hold back from trying to reach for them.

"Tiny people issues, huh?" he said while his little brother hung from his hand, his grin as playful as ever. Prolly, however, scoffed at him, not because he was being made fun of, but because he had been deprived of the pleasure of the gargantuan pecs he was trapped in, and he wanted nothing more than to go back to them. Something that he couldn't have.

With his grin still in place, Alex carefully placed him on the floor and the little orc took notice of how that was becoming a common occurrence today; one that he was unsure whether he wanted to stick with or not. But his attention was drawn to his brother, whose attention, in turn, had been drawn to the same booth he had been looking at in the first place. A quick glance in his general direction showed that, just as he had theorized at first, he was enthralled by one of the little plushies on the back, but he couldn't quite say which one between the crowd. He considered telling him how silly it was to be so into a kid's toy, but the happiness in his face was too pure for him to do anything that could threaten to break it.

"Which one do you want? I'll get it for you," he said in the most aloof boyfriend voice he could muster, which wasn't much, and why was he using a 'boyfriend voice' with his brother anyway? Clearly his brain playing dirty tricks on him again, but what's done is done, and it worked anyway, since the cat looked at hi with a simply elated expression and appeared to be holding back from giving him the most bone-crushing hug imaginable.

The game itself was simple: The usual 'topple the bottles' thing you saw in movies; rather cliché if you thought about it, and just based on those movies he was sure they were always glued together anyway. At least in the movies; basing your perceptions on those things wasn't healthy, and if they were glued then he had no chance of winning anyway, right? So why think negative when he had a chance to impress his brother right in front of him, as if they were on a legit date? If anything, it was practice for whenever he did end up in a real one, with someone he wasn't related to.

Five bucks for three balls later and he was rearing to go, a very bouncy and impatient Alex behind him, giving him silent cheers and anxiously waiting for his new toy. But you see, Prolly wasn't exactly the most sport-oriented guy, so even if it seemed like a simple task at first, a part of him was still nervous over the game. Distance and strength? Anyone could get those right; the thing was aiming; that took a small, but still relevant degree of skill that he wasn't 100% sure he had. All the nerds in movies that made the bottles move half an inch when they threw their ball? He was the nerd that wouldn't even get to touch the bottle. But dammit, he had to at least give it a shot, what with the jumpy cat behind him. So the first shot went through, and just as he predicted, it landed a few inches to the side, hitting the wall behind without as much as even grazing the bottles. The other two followed similar trajectories, and without much flair, the brief dreams of winning something for his big bro disappeared. He didn't want to look back and face the pitiful smile the cat was bound to have.

"Hey kid, don't make that face, it's bad for business," the old man behind the counter said, getting one of the balls off the floor and handing it over to the little orc. "Come on. One more shot, on the house. Then you can leave."

Ah, of course! This was another movie twist, the extra shot that everyone got after failing the paid ones. It was always in slow motion and you could tell how far this one went and how hard it would hit the bottles. But more importantly, it never failed; no matter what kind of situation the character was in, or how badly their first few shots had gone, this last one always hit, and they always got the prize. Was the power of god and anime on his side? He wasn't sure, but damn, he was trying! If it meant getting on his big bro's good side, then-

"I'll take this one," he had lost count of how many times Alex had interrupted his thoughts today, but that thought also took backseat when he grabbed the ball and in one swift, powerful motion, threw it against the balls hard and fast enough for it to literally crush through the glass and the wall on the back, ending several feet away from the stand . And the bottles? They lied on the floor in pieces, much like their owner's pride, if the shocked expression painted over his face said anything. "I think that counts as winning. We'll take the little gray doll over there," and moving like a robot, the owner left the doll in his hands and went back to staring at his items, scattered all over the floor.

Deciding it was best to leave the poor man alone, Alex and Prolly stepped back and turned to the rest of the fair, the large cat completely taken by the little doll in his hands, his eyes sparkling with childish excitement as he continued to stare at it and play with its little stubby arms. What the hell had he gotten in the first place? Cats were known for getting interested in the weirdest of things, but the orc hadn't been paying enough attention to tell what it was that had gotten his attention so fast. His curiosity got the best of him...

The doll was a little gray plushie, the tiny arms and legs decently covered by the most regular of clothes, all in complete disproportion with its adorably large head. A pair of soft tusks came from the underbite and a frown on its face made it look oddly endearing, but the most striking bit was the bright blue hair standing on end from its scalp. This thing was-

"It's you!" Alex erupted, the doll still in his hands and presented to his brother so he too could admire the uncanny resemblance. And yes, it really was him, to the point that Prolly even checked his clothes to make sure they weren't wearing the same thing. It was almost scary, to be honest. But it didn't seem to bother Alex; he was hypnotized by it and seemed ready to hug it to his chest any time soon. Was he starting to get jealous of a plushie!?

"Why would you even get that thing?" he asked, although he meant 'when you can hug me instead'. But Alex wasn't paying attention, neither to him or the doll. His eyes had once again been taken over, this time by the giant, sparkling contraption in front of them. Prolly's reaction was immediate. "No!"

"Come on, man! It's a rollercoaster! You can't go to a fair and not do it!" the cat pouted, but this time the orc was set in his word. Like hell he was getting on this dead trap! "Look! There's no line and all! How lucky can you get!? We literally just walk up and get on!" as much sense as that made, he was still not doing it, no matter what he said. "Come on, I'll be next to you all the while! I'll keep you safe, haha!" Who gave a flying fuck about that!? To begin with, aren't Ferris wheels what you do on 'dates'? Sitting next to him in a rollercoaster just meant being squeezed by... his ridiculously enormous... pecs...

"...May-

And that was all the cat needed to drag him over to the entrance.

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A click and the door opened, and in came the massive cat, not caring in the least that he barely managed to squeeze through the door, instead worried over whether the bags in his hands had been brushed in any way. The new clothes he had procured and, most important, the little doll he had won in the fair were the top priority after all. And tuckered inside his shirt, safely lodged between his massive pecs, was his little brother, unable to move in any way as his blank eyes stared forward.

What happened, you ask? It was all looking so good, you say? That is, until they reached the rollercoaster and after the first loop, not even being pressed against the gargantuan pecs did much to keep Prolly conscious. The panic got the best of him, and after a few seconds he lost consciousness while trapped in his brother's chest. Of course, being as caring a brother as he was, Alex took his safety as the most important thing, cutting their date short, and a quick drive later here they were, entering their home again just as the little orc woke up after being set down on the couch.

"Jugs... Big jugs... Milk..." was all he could mumble in his barely conscious state, as his eyes squinted to try and fight off the light until something blocked it. Something wide, round... "Big jugs..." he repeated and jumped back when he realized whose big jugs he was staring at. Alex just giggled at him, and just as the orc was about to argue back, sharp pain burst in his head for an instant, drowning his initial words. "Ow... What happened?"

"You passed out and I brought you home. You should go sleep," his brother's tone was a tad bossier than usual, but Prolly ignored it and sat up.

"I'm fine, it's already clearing up," he said, nevertheless getting up. "A couple games is all I need. This is bedroom abstinence, haha."

"Ok. You hang on right there," the cat grabbed his brother by the shoulders and despite his best efforts to keep walking to his room, Prolly's feet were already off the ground. No, he ended up sitting on Alex's lap, his head resting between his massive tits and his back going stiff. "I was planning on getting you into a Ferris wheel after the rollercoaster, you now, all date stuff and whatever, and ask you what's wrong with you there, where you had no way out. But we came here, so I have to improvise."

"I..." despite the furious blushing, Prolly's indignation still allowed him to keep enough composure to respond and, hopefully, get this off his back. "I told you, I just feel bad over not getting dates."

"You don't actually expect me to believe that's all there is to it, do you?"

...

Fuck it.

"...I'm gay."

"Yeah, I know."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU KNOW!?"

"I mean, I wasn't 100% sure, but come on, man."

Prolly's face only turned a brighter red as steam did come out of his ears. And here was his brother laughing more! Like, what the fuck!?

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry," he breathed out between laughs. "But you got that off your chest, right?"

"It's not just that, it's..." one deep breath. "Ok, so, I'm gay... and that should make hooking up easier, right? Like, guys are more open about the whole fucking business than girls are. So, the myth of gay dudes getting busy more often than straight ones is true. Yet here I am, being a virgin."

"And being a virgin bothers you?"

"No... I get it, man. The whole 'waiting for the right guy' business. I know he's not gonna be the one, or maybe he will, who knows? I'm ok with waiting, I guess. But then I see all my friends with their girlfriends, or boyfriends, or whatever they call them nowadays, and I hear about how much they fuck and how nice it is, and I can't help but feel I'm falling behind. Like this is one of those adult things I should have gotten done by now."

"Hey now," a few pats on the shoulders were incredibly, surprisingly reassuring. "I get what you mean, and it sounds like it sucks, but you can't let it get to you, right? Trust me, waiting for the right person is important, and it's worth it. I promise you, you won't regret it. You'd regret it a lot more if you just jumped at whatever chance you got."

Of course, Prolly wasn't dumb. He already knew all that without any need to be told. But being told was nice...

"Anyone that catches your eye like that?" and the inevitable question popped up, freezing Prolly's blood over. What now? Come out all the way and risk the horror? Or keep bottling it all up? Because that had done wonders for him so far; and it's not like he was fooling anyone, anyway, if his brother's words were to be believed. He might as well... How many times had he said that today?

"You..."

"Me what?" he asked and SERIOUSLY!? Did he have to make this even more embarrassing than it already was!?

"I'm... kinda into you," he prepared for the brunt of... whatever was coming next. What happens, happens, right? He was ready.

"Oh..." and for the first time since... ever, the orc saw his brother go speechless. As if he couldn't hold his eyes up any longer, he looked away, strangely still and quiet. Prolly realized this was the usual point in the conversation where he would just wait for him to say anything else and keep things going, but he remained silent, until a thin layer of sweat started forming on his gray skin out of ever-growing fear.

"It's not like I'm in love with you, or anything!" he clarified in a panic to keep his brother from freaking out. God knows he wouldn't be able to deal with it if he ever just cut him off altogether. "Like, it's only physical, ok? I told you, I like big tits, and you have pretty huge ones. I just... I really like them and wanna fuck them..." each word came out lower and lower until they were nothing but a poor excuse of a whisper, but he knew Alex heard.

"Man, that's pretty forward. You sure you're shy?" the cat laughed, but a nervous hint still riddled his voice. "No, I had a... I guess you could call it an inkling? You know, earlier today, when you said you would go for my pecs. That was a bit of a giveaway, but of course I assumed you were just joking. Turns out you weren't!"

"Y-Yeah..." with his apparent adrenaline rush now dying out, he realized how foolish it was to say those things so freely, as if Alex wasn't going to have any sort of reaction, or as if he could handle them. Right now, the cat was between staring at him for seconds and then averting his eyes, rinse and repeat with an unreadable expression that the orc, in his panicked state, confused for disappointment, disgust even. And what did he do when he was cornered like that if not sass. "Well, you said I could afterwards."

"You heard that? Thank God! I was scared I'd have to say it again. That would be embarrassing!" and just like that, whatever had been going through his brother's head seemed to disappear and he was back to his usual perky self, throwing Prolly into even more confusion.

"W-W-Wha-Wo-Wait, what? No, what? No, wait, you don't mean, what? W-W- you don- What!? You don't- w-we..."

"I don't mean what?"

"Y-You don't mean we can...!" he choked. Because, how the FUCK did you ask something like that!?

"Fuck?" like that, apparently. "Sure we can!"

"HUH!?"

"I mean, I told you you're a handsome dude, didn't I? So, it's not like I don't have even a bit of interest. But when I said that back in the beach, I wasn't thinking that you were hot or that I wanted to get you into bed. My first instinct was 'I want to do this for my little bro', and that stands, you know? If you want me that way, I want to be there for you that way, because I'm your big brother and I'm supposed to make sure you're safe. And it's not like I won't come out winning too; you're hella cute, you know?" and he finished by flashing a big smile.

"What the fuck..." was all Prolly could muster after that. Out of all illogical things he could think of, out of every wild and impossible dream he ever had, this was the most unlikely to happen. Yet here he was.

"If you don't want to, that's also fine. It's entirely up to you," he finished and just stared at his little brother, waiting.

On some level, Prolly had already taken his decision, but he kept debating himself over it, trying to find any believable excuse to not go through with it, because he knew it was weird, and sort of fucked up, to just come up to his older brother and hope to get his dick between his tits. But the more he thought about it, the more he looked at him, his inhibitions started dwindling and he started thinking about the possibilities instead. Of course, he was nervous, but it's not like that would change if he did it with anyone else, right?

"I..." first time was a first time, no matter what. "I want to."

"Alright then," Alex ruffled his brother's hair again, this time getting a half smile in response. And then, with his usual feline boldness, he took off his jacket and pulled his shirt up, exposing his massive tits to the air. His pomp gave him a couple issues in the last stretch, but after a few seconds of effort, he managed to take it all off and get enough room for a few flexes and chest bumps before falling back on the couch. "Knock yourself out."

Prolly took a deep, long breath, unable to believe the show unfolding in front of his very eyes. The thing he had dreamed with for months, years even; the gargantuan pair of jiggling tits were at arm's reach! The thin layer of white fur, peppered with that sweet orange hair, tantalizing, juicy, bouncy! Each breath his brother took made them rise and fall, getting a slight shake from their sheer volume! The amount of meat that went into them was just incredible; and the way those nipples stood up, perky, hard, bright pink and ready to be sucked, bitten, twisted... It could only be called a masterpiece! A show of virility! Masculinity made manifest into a pair of monster pecs!

He looked up and his brother gave him the smuggest grin he had seen in his entire life, bouncing his pecs a bit to emphasize. Such a showoff... But he'd be damned if it wasn't having an effect in his pants. The pressure between his legs was a constant reminder that he wanted to try and fuck those thick babies for a while, but something in his brain still held him back. If anything, it meant he had to take things slow, or at least that's what he told himself to keep from jazzing in his own pants, rather than between those mounds of beef like he really wanted.

A couple steps were all it took to cut the distance between them, but even as he sat, Prolly only reached as far up as his abs. The awkward task of climbing his brother's lap started, but it ended almost right after, when a pair of thick, powerful arms held him up and set him on the very same place he was aiming for, with his head pressing against the looming flesh, obscuring his brother's head from view. Instead, all his eyes could see were the gigantic pecs heaving, tempting him... And a shaky hand reached forward and started rubbing.

Nothing else happened for a while except for his second hand reaching forward and imitating its sibling's movements, exploring the vastness of Alex's chest. Nothing out of the ordinary and not the first time Prolly had taken a moment to feel the large chest; the cat simply loved showing off and getting groped after good days in the gym, and he was more than happy to comply when he did, so this was no new experience. Knowing that, breaking the rest of his inhibitions was easy, and a few gropes followed, his hands reaching wider, to places they had never touched before. He brushed the big, hard nipples and took the chance, rubbing them a bit, squeezing just enough to get a couple grunts out of the cat.

"Hey man, come on, how long you gonna tease me?" Alex asked in a low tone, pushing his pecs just enough to make the orc worry about falling over. "You fucking these bad boys or what?"

"Hey, I'm in charge, aren't I?" Prolly yelled despite the blush forming on his cheeks. "You're pretty eager about getting some dick in there, by the way."

"It's been a while since I got any, man. Can't blame me for being excited."

"What...?"

"I'm bi!" and even though he couldn't see it, Prolly just knew how big the smile on his brother's lips was. "I would've mentioned it, but I wanted you to come out first to show you my support. Ah, maybe I should've told you first, so you came out earlier, though? Well, what happened, happened, right? Or didn't happen, I guess, haha!"

"Dude..." the orc suddenly felt tired and his limp body fell on top of the gargantuan tits, right in the middle, resting in the cleft until a smile drew in his lips.

"My bad, hehe. But yeah, I avoided most dudes for a while thinking of that, so this is my first time with any in a while. And damn! I miss having a dick between these boys!" he squeezed his pecs together to emphasize and Prolly was pressed between them, feeling his own boner grow tighter in his pants. "So yeah, I'm a bit eager. No rush, though. Do it at your own pace, bro."

"My own pace..." what exactly that was, he wasn't sure. But lying down on the pecs as he was right now, the one thing going through his head was how he wanted to feel even more of them around him. And so, the next logical step was to imitate his brother and take his shirt off; a step further, even, and taking off his pants as well, leaving his petit, yet rough body exposed, the gray fur standing for a moment from the sudden cold and only a pair of underwear, with a very noticeable wet spot and a huge tent, covering his crotch.

"Hey. You're actually cuter than I remembered."

"Dude..." Prolly blushed again, looking away from the cat that had leaned forward just enough to get a look at him, but still smiled at the compliment.

Turning around again, the orc pressed against the pecs, burying his face, shoving his bulge between them and just relishing on the sensation of his body being crushed by the flesh, while his hands continued wandering, squeezing harder, wishing to get more flesh in them and to draw out louder grunts from the cat above. And the more he squeezed and touched, the harder he breathed and the more he was pressed by the massive tits. In a matter of seconds, Prolly was in chest heaven.

"You ok in there, buddy?" Alex huffed, but all he got were his brother's muffled moans as he breathed in, drowning in the powerful musk and starting to hump. "Shit, and I thought I was eager!"

Prolly paid no mind. His mind, like his body, had been taken over by the mass around him. The giant pecs pressed against him, almost threatening to pull him in, while his hips moved out of desperation and instinct, his bulge pushing against the tight cleft and a trickle of pre already sipping through the fabric and staining his brother's chest. And just when he thought it couldn't get any better, a large hand pushed him further in until he was lodged deep into the chest, convinced that he would nut right then.

"Boy, you're going at it hard," Alex huffed again, surprised a virgin could get him this fired up. He blamed it on the recent lack of man to man experience instead and got up. "We're gonna need more space if you keep this up, bro," all he got were more muffled words as he made his way into his bedroom, pulling the orc out only when he could set him down on the bed. The face he made when he was deprived of the pecs was simply adorable. "Seems like you're enjoying yourself."

"I was!" he answered with his more usual spunk, and reached forward to try and give them another good squeeze before his brother stopped him. "Dude, come on! You said I could!"

"You got me going, so I'm need to see the goods, if you know what I mean."

Damn right he knew what he meant, and it only made him blush the hardest. He was sure he turned into an oni from how red his face went. Despite how far he was willing to go for this, it was still showing his dick to his brother, of all people! How on Earth was he supposed to do that!?

...Granted, his raging boner was helping matters by pressing hard against his underwear, pushing the fabric to the brim. By now he was convinced the base was already visible, so it made little sense to keep them on. Yeah, that sounded good enough to convince himself. So, he slowly reached for the hem, pulling down first on the back, feeling the air hitting his now bare cheeks, swallowing in expectation. Deep breaths... and the rest of it followed, his erection jumping up and letting a single drop of pre fall on the bed.

Alex whistled.

"Damn, little bro! You're no slouch," he reached forward, his hands easily dwarfing the hard prick, yet their touch surprisingly tender. Prolly's back went stiff, a hot, pleased sigh escaping him as his member was handled for the first time, the tip of his sibling's fingers carefully brushing it, lifting it to rub his balls, giving it a casual stroke that almost made him fall to his knees. How on Earth was he not shooting yet!? "I'll be honest with you, I've seen bigger. But for a guy your size? You're packing nice."

His body shivered at the touch and a goofy smile settled at the compliment. A hot as hell guy eyeing up his cock? How not get giddy!? Even if Alex's words were just out of brotherly concern, hearing them was a big confident boost, but there was something in his tone that told him it was genuine amazement at his endowment. And you know what? He was right! A quick glance down and despite the contrasting mega hands holding it, his dick was pretty nice. A low giggle escaped his lips and Alex quickly joined him, his hands never letting go of his length, getting sighs and moans mixed with the laughter.

Alex only let him go when he started getting onto the bed, and only now Prolly realized how enormous the bed was, yet how small it seemed once his massive monster of a brother sat down next to him; and then he realized he was naked in his brother's bedroom. A moment of panic followed, but it was soon mitigated by the smells reaching his noise, which he quickly identified as his brother's musk impregnated in the walls around him, in the clothes on the floor, in the sheets he was on... And most importantly, coming out of the powerful pair of muscular tits that casually bounced so close to him, while their owner told him to come over with a wicked grin.

Needless to say, Prolly jumped at the chance again. His body dived between them as if absorbed by the sheer mass, his arms barely able to push them an inch further away to fit in, but still making it inside the deep cleft, letting himself be crushed by the sheer muscle again. It was bliss, to say the least: the feeling, the musk, it all drove him on the edge and he could feel his cock get pressed as well. Heavenly! There was no other way to describe it. His crazed hands, enthralled by the sensations around him, continued to explore the cat's body, this time frantically looking for anything and everything he could get in them; anything that could be groped and squeezed was fair play!

Deep breath... and his nostrils were filled by the powerful musk. His brother didn't shower after the gym and instead took him to the beach, spending a whole day with the scent seeping into his every strand of fur, and it showed! It was an earthly, strong scent, almost acid, but somehow warm, invading his every pore as if to turn him into part of it. It was tempting enough for him to dare pull his tongue out, lick those mega tits like he had been asked to earlier, finally take the chance when given to him and good lord! The taste! His buds flared with joy from it! The salty tinge, the strong aftertaste that just made him go for more; a bite here and there happened, but out of all things they seemed to be what got Alex the most bothered.

His dick started throbbing, lodged between those meaty pecs as it was, craving for more pressure and release, and he just went with the flow, once again humping, his length sliding in and out, brushing the short fur, coating it with mad amounts of pre. All while his hands kept wandering, squeezing, pressing those pecs together as much as they could to milk himself out. And the more he did, the harder it became going in, but fuck, it felt nice! If he had known this was what fucking was about...

"Shit, man... Sure you're a virgin?" Alex asked between gasps, his body subject to attentions that it had long forgotten. "Where's all this libido coming from?" the only answer he got was a pair of muffled screams. "What?" and that was all the prompt he needed to pull his head out, without stopping his humping.

"I said, I am a virgin. There's a lot of pent up energy in this tiny body, bro!" he said with a huge grin, and without warning leaned as far as his body dared to go and bit on the pink, perky nipple, getting a loud yell out of the cat that quickly turned into a constant, pleasured moan. Each suck only made the cat yell louder, tremble harder, and his own hands reached for his free pec in desperation, needing something to hold, to let out some steam on his own.

Prolly's balls slapped against his flesh and he could feel it, rising up his shaft; The sweet, sweet release approaching, threatening to end his fun. The little orc was torn between letting it all out and coating his brother with his seed or holding back to extend their quality time, even if it meant a couple more minutes of distress. Luckily, he had a big fat nipple around his lips to distract him, to ease his thoughts with every lick he took of the meaty nub and every kiss he gave around those monster tits when he pulled out for air.

But he grew agitated. By now he knew it was inevitable, feeling the pressure on his crotch, the heat building up around the base, pushing up by the second, despite his best efforts to keep it down. Alex's voice did little to help him out, as he started letting out little encouragements to his brother along the now furious heaving and occasional humping of his own. It hadn't occurred to Prolly until now how much of a boner the cat must've had as well, and suddenly, his mind was filled with images of the impressive cock jumping out and slapping him on the back, pushing him against those pecs until Alex started peck fucking himself, with the orc trapped between his flesh. That was the last drop.

With a scream muffled by the large nipple, Prolly let out a huge load, pent up frustration of a day full of teasing, all over his brother's cleft, to never be found out as it shot and fell straight inside its depths, coating all over the place. He trembled at the feeling, the orgasm far more powerful than anything his own hands could've brought him to before; and far longer, as rope after rope kept shooting out well beyond what he previously thought himself capable of.

And just when he figured it couldn't get better, a couple pec bounces from the cat was all it took for the biggest surprise of the night to hit: a powerful blast of hot, sweet milk shooting out of his nipple and down Prolly's throat, his tongue relishing on the powerful, intense flavor as he struggled to stay put and swallow as much as he could. Of course, a virgin only lasted a few seconds, more than a couple of mouthfuls, but still short enough to be pushed back, with only the pecs holding his dick keeping him in place. And now, away from the pecs he could see, with perfect clarity, the way those gargantuan mounds of muscle jiggled furiously, emptying themselves in powerful streams of high-pressure whiteness soaking the sheets beneath him, pooling under them, falling to the floor with loud splashes that betrayed the fluid's thickness. It was such a sight! He could hardly believe what was unfolding in front of him, and his inner gay kept screaming at him to go back at the pecs and take in as much milk as he could, but he was simply too mesmerized to even move!

Minutes of non-stop shooting later, the fountain of milk that was his brother's chest finally died out, the powerful jets turning into weak trickles that kept going down the curve of his ample tits. Prolly took the moment to actually taste the fluid and shivered from the surprising sweetness, getting a laugh out of his tired brother, if the thick droplets of sweat rolling down his brow were any evidence.

"Holy shit, man," he started, barely able to keep his breath. "I needed that. It's been what, six months since I had my last proper milking? Think six months without jerking, but on your chest. That's a weird, nasty feeling I hope you never have to experience."

"Dude, I didn't even know you lactated!" Prolly jumped at him, his cock unlodging from the valley his tits made, a single thread of jizz following the tip for a moment before he jumped up on the chest, rubbing and humping it as much as he could while looking at the cat in the eye. "You should tell me these things! Now I can help you when you need to let out steam too!"

"Pfft, you saying this is gonna be regular?" Alex clarified enough for his brother to go deep red again, getting another laugh out. "I'm messing with ya, man! Of course it can be regular; at least until you get a guy of your own, I mean. The I'm off the picture because you gotta focus on getting his balls off!"

"Well," the orc's eyes wandered, looking down the still mighty, delectable curve of the cat's body, the marked abs, the thick legs and the throbbing prize between them, still trapped in the confines of his clothes. "I should get some practice by getting yours o-

"I'm gonna stop you right there, little dude," a tender hand followed those words, pulling the orc's face back to his brother's, a gentle smile on his lips. "This is probably the biggest cliché of all, but _that_is something you should save for the right guy. You only get your first time once, and while I'd be a pretty cool memory for that, you should save it for someone more special than your big bro. Trust me, you won't regret! Besides, a virgin like you couldn't handle all that meat! You practically jazzed in your pants when I took my shirt off!"

"Shut up!" Prolly blushed again and playfully slapped his brother's chest. The two of them shared a laugh that seemed deeper than anything else they had done in the day. Carried more meaning. And yet, the orc's eyes held that little bit of sadness, the tiniest amount, as he climbed down. "Guess I should get going then. Let you sleep and all, maybe clean up this mess."

But before he could even touch the floor, a familiar pair of hands grabbed him and pulled him back into the bed, pressing him hard against the massive chest.

"What are you talking about, man!? Cuddling is the best part! Never trust a guy who doesn't like cuddling after."

Such a silly thing to say. And yet here he was, smiling like a fool, letting the warmth of his big brother's body cover him like a little kid. And damn, it felt nice. Nice enough that he wriggled his way around in the cat's embrace to stare at him, returning the warm smile given to him.

"Can I do one last thing?"

"Sure thing, man. What is it?"

Deep breath... and Prolly leaned forward, planting his first real kiss on his brother's lips. Nothing serious; just a tiny peck that felt like fire and electricity coursing through his body, and a shocked expression quickly turning into the same warm smile. It was enough to make him giddy.

"You can keep that first time. I want you to keep it. You are special," Prolly said, the exhaustion of the day and their recent romping finally crashing on him as his eyelids started feeling heavy. "Thanks for this, Alex."

"Any time, little man. Big bro is always here for you," but by the time he finished saying that, the orc had already fallen asleep in his arm. Not like he minded; he looked so cute like that, so contagious... With one big yawn, Alex's eyes started falling as well. With what little strength he had left, he gave his tiny baby brother a kiss on the forehead, and joined him in the dream land, sure that he would pop up again in his dreams and take care of his needs until the morning.