"Its so good to see you out and about again son. Looks like the shrinkage that's been going on hasn't slowed you down a bit"
"I'm not gonna let my size stop me from enjoying myself dad. I got lots more to do than stand around here like a prop." Timothy responded. Holding onto his father's fingers as he walked through the house.
"Hehe, I suppose that's true." His father agreed. making his way into the living room as he stopped near the couch. Lowering Timothy down onto its arm as he hopped off his hand. "Is here good?"
"Yeah, this is a good spot to catch up on some shows. Thank you father."
"Your welcome son, I'll be back in a little bit." His father said. Making his way toward the kitchen door as pocked up a few plates. "once I'm finished with the dishes lying around, we could probably watch something together."
"That would be great dad." Timothy said happily, his dad giving a soft nod before he disappeared behind the door frame. Leaving him alone to himself as he walked about the arm. Looking around for the remote, he gazed around the couch, but only found pillows lying around the furniture.
"Now let's see, where was that remote? Last time I saw it Tyson had it last.." He mumbled to himself, Peering over the couch before looking up at the shelves. But found no trace. "Come on I know it's around here somewhere." He said, walking down the couch towards the other pillows. Lifting them up with his arms as he looked underneath, spotting its black surface out from between the bottom half of the couch. "Aha, there you are.." Letting go of the cushion, he let it lay on top of his back as he made his way towards the center of the couch to retrieve the remote. Grabbing onto the side of it as the buttons pressed into his hands. Making sure he got a hold, he pulled at it to release it from its position. But it refused to budge.
As Timothy worked on getting the remote from the couch, the front door swung open as his brother walked in. Closing the door behind him as he made his way through the hall. "Man the gym was pumped today. That workout really got my muscles pulsing." He said to himself, stretching out his shirt to release the built up heat from the day. Unsatisfied with how it stuck to his body as he decided to take it off. "Ah much better.." He sighed, making his way through the rest of the hallway.
tossing the used shirt into the laundry room, not bothering to see where it landed before he made his way to the main area. Stopping in the living room as he observed the TV. Its screen still off as the room looked untouched. "Hmm, dad must be doing something.."
"Almost..got it!" He heard his little brother's voice.. Turning towards the couch as one of the cushions shuffled in place.
As Tyson saw the cushion move, a grin spread across his face. "And there's an opportunity." He announced quietly. Dropping his bag, he made his way towards the couch, walking slowy to not disturb Timothy, but enough to quickly get him in front faster. Standing in front of the couch, he looked at the cushion, observing its the slight tilts and pushed it made as he placed his hands on his hips. The thought of what he was about to do making him smile more. "I wonder what's on TV..." He grinned, turning his backside towards the couch.
"Almost ..there" Timothy heaved at the remote. The remote finally giving way as the two thrusted back onto the couch. The device landing in his hands as he held it in his. "Haha! Got it!" He announce triumphantly. Preparing to switch it on, but paused when a shadow hovered ahead, a large rear with sweat pants looming out toward him as the legs bent quickly. "Oh No.." His heart sank. Fumbling to his feet as he waddled with the remote in his hands. But wasn't he wasn't going fast enough, the shadow around growing wider as he threw the remote out desperation. Jumping after it, as the loose fabric peered into his view.
**Thud!** The cushion caved in. Tyson grinning to himself as his body settled on the couch. Catching Timothy in between, stuck halfway as his upper half stuck underneath side of his ass cheek. "Ahh it feels so good to relax on the couch. More comfier than I remember." Tyson taunted, leaning his back into the couch to let his weight sink in.
"Grrr...rr" Timothy struggle underneath, unable to see or move with the confines of the fabric above him. The heavy muscle within flattening the surface of his ass, bulging into his back as the space between became more tighter.
Feeling Timothy struggle underneath, Tyson held his ass in place. Rocking slowly to egg him on, chuckling at the effort to move his little arms. As they flailed from against the side of his leg. The remote just further away from it as Tyson reached for it. "Oh there's the remote."
"That's mine!" Timothy finally muffled, patting against Timothy's cheek.
"And who could that be?" Tyson asked. He lifted off of the couch as he moved his cheek just slightly. Letting more of Timothy appear out from underneath, but stopping he sat across his legs. "Timothy, what are you doing on the couch?"
"Watching TV ya jerk!" He yelled.
"Watching TV? But the TV was barely on. And here I am with the remote in my hand."
"That's because you took it from me, I was about to watch it first." He struggled to get out from underneath his brother. Prying at the fabric as he pushed against surface. His grasp slipping off of them as the flap laid back ontop of him. Tyson beginning to move as the mounds sat heavily onto him. Feeling his back pop a bit as the weight took over. "Grr..give it back!"
"Now now Timothy, don't go and strain yourself. It's been so long since you and I had our quality time together." Tyson relaxed more into the couch before he spread his legs out. Lifting up just a bit to let Timothy move. Pulling at his foot as he pulled outward. Hosting him from the side of his cheek to the center before he drew him out from underneath his crotch. Crashing back down on his body as he laid back first out from underneath his crotch.
"Let me up!" Timothy yelled again, pushing against the crotch above him. Pressing deeply into the fabric as he pushed up, a slight outline of the cock within brushing against his hand, making him push at it as fanned his hands in disgust. The heavy bulge slouching back over his them. The outline of the head pushing into his chin, it twitched heavily. "Grr-rr!" Timothy struggled, Tyson's smug face Peering overhead as he glared back.
"You know Timothy, seeing as how you reacted to rouching my cock, I couldn't help but think you like it under there." Tyson commented. Rocking the tip of the outline into him as a portion of it covered over his nose.
The scent was strong as it flew into nose. The smell of musk filling his nose as they slowly started to burn. Swiping it to the side to let it lay across his cheek. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Im not liking a single moment of thi-" He was was interrupted as the bulge leaned closer, the scent of sweat peering into his nose once more as he wiggled his head around to remove it.
"Sure you do, why else would you be struggling so much like this?" Tyson pointed out, following his brother's struggles as tilted the bulge. Gliding the outline of his cock in sync with his head, but focused below, as he felt something poke underneath him. Looking down at Timothy, he noticed his face turn red. His smile drawing more as he looked down. "Well well, looks like someone's getting hard."
"Hah! I knew it, you love it under there."
"No I do not!" Timothy yelped, his cheeks glowing brighter as he tried fishing his way out. His body beginning to mush into the sweatpants as the his brother's cheeks started to form around his legs. Stricting his movements as he upper half was only thing he could manage.
"Aww you don't have to hide it from me squirt, I rather like the attention. Both here.." He paused, placing a finger along Timothy's shoulder, pushing down on it as he slipped down.
"Tyson wai-!" Timothy's words were cut off before he was plunged back underneath his brother. The finger drawing him deeper into the fabric as the folds clumped together. Loosening before the mounds underneath grew larger. sandwiching his limbs heavily together before the finger pushing his body in between. The cheeks sending out a tight clench as He was dragged upward.
"And down there." Tyson finished, drawing back his finger, he glossed it over his sweatpants to wipe of the damp sweat that trickled onto it. Leaning himself back to feel more of his brother between his cheeks. His body wiggle around the mounds as they slowly overpowered him. Enveloping him in a pit of fabric and muscle. Turning on the TV, he sat back into the couch as he put on a movie on demand. slowly groping at his bulge as watched the screen.
"Tyson!" Timothy manage to muffle through the gap he was pushed through. But only received a clench in response.
"You really are talkative little brother, but a movie is about to start." He rose a cheek off the cushion and rose a leg to the air. Holding down his brother down with finger as his arms stuck out from crack. Pushing them back as he held his thumb overhead. his cheeks quivering before a trumpet sound sqeezed out from within. A foul smell spraying onto the couch.
"Gah it..gah that stinks!" Timothy yelled out, wiggling around the cushion to escape its presence, but couldn't before the finger on top of him curled under his torso. Plucking him upwards as he was push itno the source of the gas.
"Don't tell me, you're having second thoughts brother. I thought you loved my attention." His brother taunted. Squeezing his cheeks together as he let his ass tenderize at his body
"Tyson, I swear when dad hears about this he's gonna-" Timothy's words were cut off once more as Tyson closed his cheeks together. Bending his legs as he tightened his body.
"Brrrrt!" Another burst of air blew into Timothy. Clapping into his back as the air bubbles pushed against him. Rumbling his body before leaving his ears to ring.
"Haha, dad? What's dad gonna do? Ground me? I practically pay the bills around here. Dad's not gonna not gonna do ja-"
"I heard my name called in here.." Their dad's voice said from the kitchen. The sound of steps coming closer as a shadow appeared on the walls.
"Haha, see! When dad sees what you're doing your gonna be in huge trou-"
Tyson let his cheeks clench back together as Timothy's body was consumed by the fabric sitting back down as he grinded his rear into the cushion for good measure. "That's enough out you fart cushion" he scorned at his waist, his demeanor changing as his dad walked into the room
"Oh, Tyson. I didn't know that you were here. Where's your brother?" His dad asked.
"Dad!" Timothy's voice muffled silently, Tyson clenching his cheeks harder to soften them.
"Oh he said he was feeling kind of tired. Wanted to hang a little bit more in his room."
"Hm, I thought he said he was tired of being in his room. But I guess he changed his mind."
"Perhaps. But I guess it can't be helped. Now all I got is me and this movie being played." Tyson pointed out, flicking the remote to the TV before he crossed his legs. But stopped as his dad approached.
"A movie you say? I'll watch with you!" His dad said, sitting down along the couch with Tyson.
"O-oh no dad you don't have to. Its a..really, really short movie. You probably wouldn't like it."
"Nonsense, I'm sure your taste in movies will be fine. Can't hurt to try afterall."
Tyson's eye twitched at the response his father gave him, but forced himself to breath as he clenched his ass together. Hopping over to the otherside of the couch, he carried Timothy with him. His rear slamming down before he could even wave to their dad. "If you insisted.."Tyson groaned, flicking the TV on as he relaxed.
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As Tyson and their dad watched the video, Motion started to stir underneath as Timothy wiggled around for a way out from of his brother. Worming around that smooth structure kept him in place. Barely sliding forward as the fabric erased his efforts. "Dang it Tyson, you always do this to me!" He cursed to himself, tilting his chin up as he gazed at the opening ahead of him. catching a glimpse of the corner of the TV as the sweatpants blocked the rest of his view. Using his chin, Timothy tried inching his way again toward the opening.
Keeping his body straight to loosen the hold his brother had over him. Slowly gaining ground as the folds glided past him. Letting him move his legs just a bit as he kicked forward. But it was only for a moment, the left side of Tyson's ass crashed back into him before they were both lifted off the couch. A hand extending out toward the other as it pinched softly. Pushing it down as it smothered into Timothy.
"Grr.." He strained heavily from between them. The cheeks beginning to chew around his body as his ass clench together. Sweat beginning to secrete into the fabric as the already frowsty air turned into salty swamp. Making it hard for Timothy to breath through his nose. Wanting to claw out from under them, but his finger only scratched at the walls. Unable to gain friction before the cheeks squeezed together.
"Da-mph!" Timothy tempted to yell out, the cheeks hugging against each other as they sat back down. Another gas fuming out from behind him as it released into the cushion. Heating its surface with its stench as it morphed around Timothy. Sealing around prison of gas as it fumed into the couch, and into the fabric keeping him contained. Making his eyes water as he struggle to comfort them, but unable to as the muscle inside constricted his hands back to his sides.
"Dad..tell him to get off" Timothy muttered, his voice rough from his coughs.
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The movie finally ended as Tyson and his dad continued to sit on the couch. His old man turning over on his side as he snored lightly in his state. Turning off the TV, Tyson gave his dad a nudge. Making him Jolt as he woke up from his slumber. "Alright, the movie's over dad." Tyson said. Tossing the remote over to him.
"Hmm?..it's over already" his dad muttered, still groggy as he rubbed ovee his eyes. But soon got up as the remote slid off his lap. Landing back onto the the couch as he stood up fully.
"I told you the movie was short. You completely slept through it."
"Ah man, Im sorry. We'll have to catch up on it sometime."
"Yeah yeah.." Tyson looked off to the wall.
"I'd best check in on your brother. He's been pretty quiet up there." His dad started to move, making his way towards the steps. Wiping the drool off his mouth.
Tyson snapped back toward him, as he made his way to the staircase. "No!" He yelled towards him.
"Hmm? No what?" His dad asked, his hand barely wrapping along the handles on the wall.
"I-i mean no.." Tyson calmed himself. Clearing his throat before he spoke. "You don't have to do that dad. I'll go check on him for you."
"You will? Hmm..well he has been wanting someone other than me checking on him. Could be a chance to get some fresh experience."
"I wouldn't call it fresh.."
"Wouldn't call what fresh?"
"Nothing, nothing! I'll go check on him" Tyson smiled, getting off the couch as he hurried up the steps. Dashing past his dad, he held his glutes tightly together. His sweatpants starting to sag, but held them up as he climbed the rest of the steps. Disappearing into the hallway before the sound of a door closed shut.
Inside, Tyson let out a deep sigh. Waddling his way towards his brother's bed as he stood along the edge. Hands along his cheeks, he pointed himself towards the mirror. Slowly grinding them together as Timothy's form begam to resurface . "That movie was great and all, but I much rather enjoy our little fun better little bro. Did you enjoy your little sauna?" He taunted.
Timothy squeezed out from between the clenched mounds. Sticking out half way as he clinged onto one of the cheeks. "That was foul...what the heck did you even eat? Eggs?"
"Protein shake actually, though a close guess." His brother responded, fluffing his cheeks to massage them. Focusing in for a moment as he felt Timothy roll around between him. "Mmm, but despite having so much of it. I could only release a bit to not let father catch on. But now that we're upstairs.." He heaved his cheeks inwards, consuming Timothy as the contents inside began to stir. A large bubble racing inside him, feeling his rectum inflate as his hole quivered sporadically. "Hrrk!"
"Brrrrt!" His ass erupted, a burst of air blasting out into the fabric. Its force nearly dazing Timothy as it impacted into his back. The hot air being the first to meet him, before the rotten stench lingered it's way to him
"Mph-Mph Mphh!" muffles escaped from between his cheeks, but ignored them as he pushed them closer. Heaving in once more to release the dormant gas deeper inside. The little burst turning into a silent hiss, squeezed out of his ass like deflated baloon as it heated his rear beyond belief.
Releasing the last gas with a clench, Tyson stood there. Basking in his musk as it filled to of the room. "Aaah..I was holding that in all day. Finally glad to let that one loose."
A hand stuck out his cheeks as it patted at the fabric. Pushing it forward as it tempted to free itself. Tyson continuing his hold around Timothy. his cock beginning to bulge out from his sweatpants as the outline of its shaft grew bigger. But eventually let him go as he spread his cheeks apart. His brother's limp form dropping out from it. Landing on the cushion before bouncing onto the bed.
"A gift from me to you Timothy. Bask in it well." Tyson said satisfied. Standing in front of the bed as he towered proudly over him.
"You'll..pay for that..Tyson."
"Maybe later. But right now.." He tapped at his body. "I don't think you'll be moving for a bit. So why Don't you be a good little brother and let yourself get some rest. Father's gonna be expecting you bright and bushy eyed when you come out of this room." Patting softly at his back, Tyson moved back to the door. Heading out as he started to close the door. "Oh and Timothy.." he stopped "If dad comes complain' about what happened. I'm farting on you inside my undies next time. Just something to think about" he winked, closing the door behind him as he trailed off down the hall. Leaving Timothy alone as he stared furious at the door, but fell limp as sleep soon took over.
