Timmy shivered as he fell, watching his brother’s flesh fly by.

It was strange. He should be terrified that he was falling through space, unconnected from any world, at the mercy of the void. But he felt no cold, the vacuum didn’t pull at him or turn him inside out as he’d always heard it would. He wasn’t even sure he was falling, there was no sense of freefall, no flutter in his stomach. The only reference he had for his momentum was the constant flashing of Eric’s leg, always present.

Sometimes, Eric’s leg drifted farther away, and he worried he was slipping loose of the planet-sized boy’s field of gravity, a tiny moonlet breaking free to make his own way in the universe. But then Eric shifted and he knew that he was orbiting strangely, that Eric was on the move, and as his little brother–well, younger brother anyway–was simply shifting around, his precious body moving further and closer in the process.

He wasn’t sure how long he fell. Sometimes, he thought it had been forever, the memories of Eric2 cuddling him, of feeling the world of Eric exploding tectonically under him, a distant dream. Sometimes, it seemed like a moment, like the uncounted kilometers had passed between heartbeats.

Possibly the issue was that Eric was still growing. The foot in the distance, the perfect little digits he’d sucked and humped with such abandon so long ago (just yesterday?) seemed to swell as though getting nearer, but he never arrived. It had to be growing, not getting closer, and the young boy marveled as he tried and failed to estimate how big Eric was now.

Bigger than a solar system? A nebula? Was he already expanding beyond the interstellar void, on his way to outgrowing the galaxy itself?

And then suddenly, he touched down. The foot had been filling his vision for what seemed an eternity, or perhaps a mere moment, and the feeling of warm, welcoming skin under his belly was a shock. He lay there, instinctively clinging to the top of Eric’s foot, sucking in a sharp breath as he realized there was air to breathe. He panted, starting to shake as he realized he’d literally fallen off the edge of the world…and landed on it again, unharmed.

“Fuck,” he whispered, slowly looking around. The plains of the foot were endless, stretching out in every direction. There was a horizon, because there had to be with the curvature of the top of a foot, and beyond it was the dark. Carpeted with unblinking stars, painfully perfect without the thickness of an atmosphere interposed, the velvety void seemed to regard him curiously.

Timmy swallowed and stood up, testing his new footing carefully. There was a new feeling, one he hadn’t really understood until now: the sensation of downness. Eric2 had described–or tried to describe–the feeling of Eric being the source of gravity, and Timmy let out a soft moan of relief as he realized Eric had extended that to him somehow. He wouldn’t fall off again, though as big as Eric was now, where he’d even fall to was a question for philosophers rather than science.

“OK,” he said softly, putting one foot in front of the other. Nice as the top of Eric’s foot was, he didn’t want to live out the rest of his life here. He looked around, watching the scenery as best he could. Occasionally, a star or planet or the occasional asteroid whipped by, and he smiled as he saw them filling the sky before Eric outgrew them.

“What–” he whispered, staring down the slope of a foot to the toes. He looked back and up. Eric’s cock and balls were so far away they should have been invisible, but he could make them out if he squinted. They were the largest cock and balls in the universe, after all.

Still, walking from one end of the foot to the other should have taken him lifetimes. He’d noticed this before, the sensation of crossing vast distances in a haze that lasted almost no time, so long as the distances involved walking on Eric. Maybe Eric was helping him somehow?

Licking his lips, he eyed the selection. He seemed to be on Eric’s right foot, and he had five toes to choose from. Or perhaps the space between them? He watched as Eric’s toes flexed, the movement titanic, impossible. It was like watching the stars in the sky dance and shift without warning, or the moon deform and wave at him. The mind simply couldn’t grasp something that large moving like that, but at the same time, it was a little boy’s foot, moving like a foot should.

While he was now protected by Eric’s gravity field, he wasn’t too sure he wanted to test if he shared Eric2’s protection against being squished. He sighed, set the idea of living between those cute toes aside, and started down Eric’s big toe.

Between breaths, he was on the tip of the nail, staring out into the void once more. He yelped as a star swelled, neared, and filled his vision. He plastered himself against the nail, closing his eyes as the thermonuclear inferno bore down on him…and flashed by so fast he barely had time to see it. It burst against Eric’s pinky toe, barely visible except as a distant puff of light.

Grinning, Timmy stepped over the edge, testing Eric2’s type of gravity. His brain glitched as he walked in a straight line over an edge, never losing the sense of down, but obviously walking around a curve.

Finally, he tucked himself under the nail, squeezing into the space at the back where he could really wedge himself in, snuggling as he was surrounded by warm skin and cool keratin.

As he petted his brother’s skin, he felt a momentary wave of loneliness. No one to talk to. Nowhere to go. No need to eat or sleep or even breathe if he chose. All he had, all he could do, was watch the universe crack and break under Eric’s unstoppable growth. He wished, desperately, that he’d allowed the Erics to hook him up to them telepathically after all.

Then he looked down at the world of skin beneath him and grinned. He stretched out and started humping, feeling the distant feedback of Eric’s rapture flood into him.

He wasn’t alone. His brother was his world.

He’d never be alone again.

~

Eric2 stretched out on Eric’s cock, humping softly. The answering pulses of erotic delight from his massive counterpart throbbed through him.

“Is he ok?” he asked for the thousandth time. Timmy felt sort of…cottony. Like he was wrapped in fog, indistinct. It was a constant nagging vagueness that seemed to fade in and out of his awareness.

He’s fine, Eric assured him, his mental voice seeming to thrum inside Eric2.

Since he’d passed the size of a galaxy, his voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, omnipresent, flowing through every cell of Eric2 and yet seeming to come from all around him, like a surround sound system with a million speakers.

He can only fall so fast, and I’m getting bigger.

Eric2 nodded, flushing as Eric came along with him. He was getting used to it, and also could never prepare. The feeling of god having a dry orgasm with him, in him, through him–it was so far outside his capacity to describe or even comprehend, yet it happened almost casually, whenever he came.

Sometimes, an impossible hand, a hand so like his and yet so large that it beggared belief, came down and stroked the cock Eric2 lived on. The feeling of it clamping down around him, sealing him in a dark cocoon of sensation and love, blasted his mind into peaks so powerful that he wondered sometimes that he didn’t just explode into a cloud of pure sensation.

As he was panting, rolling on his back to try and clear his head from the cosmic release, he felt a sudden pulse of warmth on his belly, a shivery touch on his cock. He stared at it, and then he got it.

“He landed!” he shouted, punching the air, relief and joy flooding him.

Told you. Eric giggled.

Eric2 licked his lips as he basked in the feeling of Timmy’s feet treading skin once more, the other boy’s emotions and sensations alive and clear for the first time in…how long had it been?

I don’t think time really means anything anymore. Eric sounded thoughtful.

“No?”

No. There’s that space and time thingy, where space bends?

“Yeah, relativity.”

Yeah, that. Except I think I’m going faster than light can travel. And I’m pretty sure that screws up time.

Eric2 blinked. “Since when do you know physics?”

I’m…kinda…becoming the universe? Eric sounded sheepish. It’s why I’m so quiet. The faster I grow, the more I understand.

Eric2 shivered. When this had all started, they’d been told that his understanding of the universe was controlling things. But he wasn’t the one slowly subsuming, and consuming, the universe. He felt Eric eat galaxies, the warmth of countless stars sliding down his throat barely more than the spice of table pepper now. He was consuming whole local groups now, the regressed boy was pretty sure.

But the idea of him outgrowing the universe, of becoming everything? That was…impossible. The universe was…how big was the universe?

Infinite. Sorta.

Eric2 grinned. “Sorta?”

The edge is farther away than light can travel to Earth, so everyone kinda thought there might not be one. It’s really far away, but it is there. There’s a kinda of…skin, around the universe, where it touches other universes. I think…I think once I hit the skin and it wraps around me, I’ll be everything there is.

“Is that…just ours, or do you think the regular universe is like that too?”

Look, we’re the gods of this universe, Eric thought testily. You can’t expect me to know about all the rest of them too.

Eric2 snorted with laughter and rolled over, slowly licking the head of a cock that spanned more lightyears than were meaningful. Eric gasped and he chuckled.

“God sounds grumpy.”

You try becoming a universe some time, Eric grumbled, though his thoughts had an undertone of horniness as Eric2 continued to lick and kiss his cock. There’s more to it than just growing really fast, you know.

“Awww, grumpy god. Does god need cummies?” he teased, stroking the skin he lived on.

Always, Eric breathed eagerly.

Eric2 snickered and laid his head on his arms, humping his universe’s cock. Eric moaned in his head, the sound plucking at him, resonating like a guitar string. He felt his reality ripple as Eric’s pleasure rose with every thrust, as his tiny cock frotted against the skin of reality itself.

Fuck, Eric moaned as his excitement crescendoed and burst like a nova within and around Eric2.

Like the movement of planets writ large, he no longer felt Eric’s body moving when he came. The stars violently bouncing and wheeling told him his double’s cock was jumping and throbbing, but all he felt was the soft, pulsing warmth beneath him and the mind-melting waves of release bearing down on him, crashing over and through him as though he was both transparent and a vessel, overflowing as he exploded.

“Mm, feel better?” he croaked, shaking as he snuggled against his home.

Yeah. Sorry for being grumpy.

“Hey, you’re turning into God. That’s…” Eric2 frowned. “Why is this taking time at all? Can’t you just–”

No.

“But if you’re–”

You could. Please don’t. Don’t even think it too hard.

Eric2 swallowed at the urgency. “I…will not. Why?”

I’m…pretty sure if I was to, um, just…become everything all at once, my mind would sorta…break. And you’re the anchor, the other half. So if I snap, you–

“Don’t say it!” Eric2 had a sudden, frantically suppressed, vision of himself popping like a soap bubble if he was forced to take on all of Eric’s newfound knowledge. Their universe was one of mind, a reality built around his limited understanding. If Eric’s mind vanished, his mind would be the only thing holding the whole show together.

That would be…very, very bad.

Eric’s hand closed around him, and his mind fogged as he was pressed between a palm that more than spanned the known universe and a cock he could barely comprehend.

Relax, Eric thought with a chuckle. You’re the quantum, I’m the everything else. Just relax and cum for me.

Eric2 moaned and humped as best he could while he was stroked along a cock, sliding vast distances so fast time ceased to have meaning.

“Can do,” he whispered, his voice dopplering and echoing weirdly as he crossed transgalactic distances with every stroke, his orgasm blasting the dangerous thoughts from his head instantly.

~

He felt it happen. It was like…nothing he’d ever felt before, nothing he could point to and say it’s like that. The sensation of the borders of the universe wrapping around him, pressing against him, was so alien that Eric2 snapped awake from his half-doze and just stared into–

Nothing. There was nothing there.

Nothing beyond Eric.

“Um. We’re here?” he said, struggling as he tried to get used to the sensation.

Yeah. It’s…weird.

“It is that,” Eric2 said, licking his lips. “Now what?”

I’m not sure.

“You filled up the whole universe and you don’t know what comes next!?”

I thought it would be obvious at this point! Like, I become the universe, and I should know things!

“That’s…your plan…was to wing it!?” Eric2 said, voice a little hysterical.

No, I just…I think I’m kinda…not…it’s hard to explain, Eric hedged.

“Try.”

Ok, so…I’ve filled up the universe. But the universe is still expanding. It’s actually expanding faster with me pushing on it.

Eric2 considered. “OK, so you can’t entirely become the universe, cause there’s still a universe around you.”

Yeah, I think that’s it.

“Damn. I mean…there’s nothing else in here?” Eric2 sighed and rubbed his face. “You kinda smushed and pushed all the stars and galaxies and stuff out of the way, or they’re inside you, or…”

Eric groaned. You don’t think I have to wipe out everything and start from scratch, do you?

“No,” Eric2 said slowly. “I distinctly remember that if a new universe forms, a new big bang, it should expand to fill and replace the existing universe. Which you have done.”

No, I filled it, but I haven’t replaced it.

“Ah. Damn. That’s…you’re right, you’re…part of this universe. You’re not a new universe with new laws, you’re a native of this universe that got too big for his britches.”

Gee, thanks.

“Calls ‘em like I sees ‘em,” Eric2 said drily.

So what now?

Eric2 rubbed his face. “You’ve gotta change something.”

What, in addition to rearranging the entire universe to make room for myself?

“No, that’s just matter. Like, you’re already a self-contained system, yeah?“

I am?

“Yeah, you have your own gravity, atmosphere, you violate the speed of light and propagate in a space-like manner, you have your own temporal dimensions, your body violates literally all the laws of the universe I know and come from, and by extension this one–”

I mean, being big–

“Is much more than being big. Your cells should be the size of galactic clusters, but your skin is smooth to me. It feels like normal human skin. For that to be true, you’d have to be a human the size of the universe, but still made of normal-sized human bits.”

Oh. I am…not that.

“No. Normal humans can’t eat stars.”

But…I don’t…I don’t understand, and I understand like, literally everything in the universe. If I have different everything, and I’ve filled the universe, and my physics are the ones that are filling the universe, why am I not replacing it like a universe with different physics should?

Eric2 stared into the abyss beyond the edge of the universe, mind slowly turning over and over. “Oh!”

That sounds good!

“Yeah! It’s stupid simple. You’re a self-contained universe.”

I’m…oh, damn it all to hell. I’m a bubble inside a bubble.

“Exactly!”

Doesn’t that mean I have to um…pop?

Eric2 hesitated. “No…I hope not…I don’t…think so?”

Not feeling the confidence, Two.

“Working on it,” Eric2 muttered.

He pushed a hand out in front of him, feeling the membrane of the old universe resisting/flowing/enveloping him. He pushed harder, except it wasn't harder, there was nothing to push against, there was no…it was just there. He could walk anywhere on Eric and feel it, he could probably take a rocket off Eric and fly into that alien void and the universe would simply follow along, stretching into a salient…

“Do you trust me?”

Why?

“No, do you trust me? Yes or no?”

Yes, Eric whispered. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.

Eric2 swallowed hard. There was only one way, and he knew it, understood it. This, this barrier, this edge of the universe, was the edge of his universe.

The edge of his understanding.

He raised both hands, pushed with all his might and heart and mind and soul, trying to gather any remnants of power and control he had, trying one last time to create that feeling of reality warping violently around him. The words for what he wanted, the wish, the order, chased each other through his mind.

It was an occasion. It had to matter.

It wasn’t often a god wiped out his own creation.

The words came to him. The simplest, most direct, most terrifying words he’d ever speak.

“Here goes nothing,” he whispered. He pushed as hard as he could and said the only words he could think of to express the incomprehensible thing he was doing.

“Be not.”

He felt it instantly. Everything sucked in, the strange, elastic nothingness beyond Eric’s skin seemed to flow and swirl. It poured into him like a drain, endless, unstopping. He should have filled with it, it should have exploded back out like it did before.

But it didn’t. He felt the universe being sucked into him faster, faster until he thought his soul would catch fire from the friction. It was pouring into him in a tidal wave, and as fast as it came, it was being annihilated.

The moment came. The moment when there wasn’t enough reality left, when the infinite became finite. The barrier, the membrane that separated his universe from every other universe, had a limit, a meaningful material existence, for the barest fraction of a moment. Only in the strange, timeless place between Eric’s skin and the end of the all creation could he sense a change that happened in Planck time.

Fuck!

Eric2 stood firm as the barrier between realities tore like tissue paper and evanesced into the strange non-matter between universes. He braced himself, waiting for everything to end, for everything to simply vanish. Exposing normal matter, even himself or Eric’s matter, to the multiversal interstices should, by all rights, have been the end of them.

There was a shivery sort of electric crackling sensation and–

Eric became.

Eric2 stared at Eric. Eric was everywhere, everything. Through his counterpart, he could feel every corner of creation, everything and everyone that existed, had ever existed, and ever would exist. A new infinity, a new paradigm.

Shhh, I got this, the universe whispered to him, soft, comforting.

He realized he’d been screaming only when he stopped. Infinity receded, closed off, streamlined. He could–he understood instinctively–access the entirety of all information everywhere, but it wasn’t omnipotence. It was more like…a perfect encyclopedia. He could know anything he wanted to know, but he first had to want to know it. Like remembering something he learned once, except he could remember everything ever, he just had to think about it.

Eric2 stood up, trying to wrap his head around things. Eric was reality. Every direction he turned was Eric. Eric was below him, but also–

He squinted up. “There’s no more edge.”

Nope. My skin is the edge of the universe.

“But I’m standing–”

Don’t think too hard about it. No one else has noticed. I think the only reason you even can is because you’re still a little bit god.

Eric2 swallowed. “I’m not gonna–”

But no, he understood. He no longer had the direct power to affect reality, because he’d wiped his reality away, allowing Eric to become all that had been, was, and would be. He’d swapped places with Eric. The younger boy had been the god to come, riding the power of the god that was. And now, Eric2 was the god who’d been, and Eric was the current god. Still linked, still bound together at the soul, but he had been god and Eric had been god with him, and now Eric was god and he was–

“That makes my head hurt,” he complained.

Yeah, that’s why you don’t think about it, Eric teased.

“Jerk,” Eric2 shot back, but he was grinning.

How’s retirement feel?

“Oh, we are not making age jokes.”

Mm…fair. Brace yourself.

“Wha–”

Everything flickered, and Eric2 found himself standing on a vast, infinite plane of Eric’s skin. He looked around, and it came to him that he was standing in Eric’s belly button. He looked up, gasping as he saw a constellation of planets, marching in impossible order, a complex dance that spun and twirled. They were strung out to infinity, planets big and small and each so different from each other that he could stare into the sky…that was Eric…

He shook that off and located the one that mattered most to him, grinning as he saw the Earth, spinning along happily, like a moon in the sky, if the sky was also somehow Eric, and there was no–

He gritted his teeth and rubbed his temples. Looking up was going to take some getting used to. He looked around instead.

There were people. Thousands. Millions. Billions. His brain casually tossed out a number he’d never heard before, couldn’t have expressed, and wasn’t entirely sure had a word in the English language.

All the people. All the people in the universe were on Eric’s skin. More than that, every single living thing, animal, plant, and some that seemed like energy or mineral or strange matter he couldn’t quantify without touching his god-knowledge. He could see so many of them that it wasn’t functionally possible to say how many there were, even with direct access to that knowledge. There really wasn’t a word for the number.

“Wow,” he whispered. There were aliens. Real aliens. Most were so alien, so other, that he couldn’t ever hope to communicate with them, interact with them.

Incoming.

“Now wha–fuck!”

Eric appeared in the sky-that-was-himself with a thunderous chorus of sound, a music that seemed to be written in the fabric of creation, no instrument or voice producing it. He hung in the firmament as the sound died away, blazing away like a primordial star. He was too bright to look at and somehow perfectly safe to look at. It was a brightness that hit the very quanta of Eric2’s being, more than mere photons slamming into his retinas. Eric opened his eyes and beams of light blazed, sweeping over the assembled population of the universe.

The assembled population of Eric.

“I am that I am,” Eric intoned, his voice reverberating up and down time, into all space, through every particle of matter, and twanging every electronvolt of energy.

Eric2 snorted at the choice of words, even as a hush fell, all things everywhere silent, waiting, listening.

“Could you be that you be a little less ostentatiously?” he called.

No heckling when I’m making an entrance, Eric thought mock sternly, suppressing a mischievous grin. He smiled benevolently at all the beings in existence.

“I am all that is and was and will be. You are those of a different place, a place that now never was and is no more. I welcome you into myself. But in myself, all that is shall be in my image.”

“Oh, shit,” Eric2 whispered everyone and everything that lived in Eric…shifted. They didn’t all become totally human, but they mapped to humanity. Even the most alien was now compatible with humanity and with each other. There were ones of every color and a few he thought had been made up just to annoy him, and ones made of weird shit, and ones with extra arms, or tentacles, an endless infinite variation…but they were all, to the last sapient, 9-year-old gay boys.

Before Eric2’s eyes, the entirety of creation, the whole of life in Eric’s universe, promptly fell on each other like starving people and kicked off a cosmic level orgy. There was a pressure on his skin, like tiny raindrops of warmth and euphoria raining down all over him until he was coated in joy and arousal, soaked in it.

He shivered as a few even started towards him, humans and others and beings that had never been sapient and now were very eager to get things started. He was pretty sure he saw a few who had been animals he recognized, dog and cat boys and other animals from Earth remade into boys.

But they seemed to…slide past him. He was achingly hard as he watched them eagerly start exploring each other, seeing cocks and holes and hands and feet and appendages that made more and less sense and so very many mouths–

Eric giggled and suddenly dropped onto...himself. The light inside him blinked out as he stopped being the center of creation while everything in creation got busy with fucking each other stupid.

“Hi,” he said, wrapping his arms around Eric2 and pulling him into a hungry kiss.

Eric2 moaned as he touched himself, his other self, fully for the first time. He could feel the link between them, feel Eric’s body as his own, and through him everything, all the orgiastic hedonistic wonder of–

He swallowed and mentally pulled back from that, only to whimper as the simple act of kissing and humping Eric made them both cum…and distantly, like an avalanche that’s passed close by, he felt the whole of eternity orgasm with them.

“Nice place you are here,” he said, gasping for breath as he pulled back.

Eric laughed and snapped his fingers.

Timmy popped into existence, looking faintly concussed from sharing an epic cum with everything alive everywhere.

“Wha–”

Eric pulled him into the hug and Timmy giggled, joining a three-way kiss that sent the entire universe into paroxysms again.

“Is he…younger?” Eric2 managed to choke out when the surreal shared ecstasy faded.

“Mm-hmm! No older, no younger, everyone is nine years old, a boy, very gay, and immortal,” Eric said brightly. “And they all love me.”

Eric2 shivered as he looked around, realizing the unending background sensation was the feeling of countless boys literally humping the universe. Which was Eric. Which he could feel.

“Jesus,” he said softly.

“Wrong universe,” Eric said solemnly.

Snorting with laughter, Eric2 snuggled his brother and himself. “So…now what?”

“Well…we can spend forever fucking every single kind of boy and never run out,” Eric said cheerfully. “And if we run out, I’ll invent new ones.”

“I like this plan,” Timmy said shyly.

“But first…let’s go home.”

They crackled like lightning and found themselves staring up at their house on Earth. Eric licked his lips as they started toward it, only to giggle as he realized the trees that had lined the streets were also boys and very, very interested.

“Later,” Eric promised them, stroking soft bark and sending them into spasms of ecstasy from the benediction of the universe’s one true boy god.

They made their way up to the bedroom and crawled into Eric’s bed, collapsing as they snuggled up to each other.

“What’s it like?” Timmy asked sleepily, nuzzling Eric’s chest.

“What?”

“Being god.”

“It’s…everything. No idea why all those stories about grumpy gods existed. This is the best job,” Eric said, grinning.

“Mmm…” Eric2 chuckled as he casually grabbed Eric’s foot and started kissing along the arch. “You might get tired of it, though?”

Eric smiled and for a single instant, Eric2 could once more see the entirety of existence from beginning to–

To...

There was no end.

Eric had eliminated entropy.

In the endless, eternal instant of knowledge, Eric2 saw that no, Eric never got tired of being God. From now til infinity forever, his lover, his self, his universe, was happy and content.

“Wow,” he whispered, pressing the universe’s cute feet around his cock.

Infinity was a promise that would handle itself.

Right now he needed to see the universe cumming violently from his cock humping his soles.