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"Ugh, I need this." Rocket Raccoon muttered as he opened the door to his motel room. A quick look around the room showed just how empty it really was. Besides the bed, there was a chair that looked as if it would fall over and a dresser that had seen better days, judging by the amount of varnish peeling off of it. Anybody else might feel like they're being ripped off, but Rocket thought it was perfect; he was never one for luxury anyway.

Not having any luggage with him meant that his first move was to unceremoniously jump onto the bed and stretch himself out. "Oh yeah, this is definitely what I needed." He yawned as he curved his back as far as it would go. "I've finally got time to myself. I don't gotta worry about saving the galaxy, Groot's in good hands... I'm gonna enjoy this."

A knock on the door breaks his train of thought. Stumbling off the bed, he makes his way to the far side of the room where the noise came from. He carefully climbed the door handle to see through the peephole, but there wasn't anyone on the other side of the door. "Okay..." Rocket was weirded out at this point. He wasn't expecting anyone to begin with, but for there to not be anyone at all wasn't making sense to him at all. Maybe it was just a prank? Yeah, he wasn't fond of being on the receiving end of those.

Opening the door, he saw a large (comparatively), rectangular wrapped package fall to the ground in front of him. He thinks it must've been leaning against the door. He looks around the hallway to see if there'd be anyone watching him, but he couldn't find a single other person in the area. He shrugged his shoulders and brought the unexpected gift inside his room. He let the door close on its own and placed the package on the bed. "What the hell could you possibly be?" He mused to himself. The only thing he could think of was that it's something courtesy of the motel he's staying at, but they aren't usually so secretive about it.

Ripping the wrapping paper off revealed... a set of dildos. With lube. Rocket was left dumbfounded; of all the things he could've possibly expected, this was nowhere near the top of the list. "Is this some kinda fucking joke?" He blurted out after a few minutes of silence. He inspected both the wrapping paper and the box itself to see if there was any indication of who sent it, but he found nothing. He let out an exasperated sigh. "I can't tell who was 'thoughtful' enough to give me this, but maybe I'll find it funnier if I'm less sober."

Rocket fumbled the keycard into the door reader, a task made monumentally more challenging due to the amount of alcohol he just consumed. He finally was able to make it into his room, but not before tripping over his feet and face planting on the floor. "Oh fffffffffuck..." He groaned. He picked himself back up and tried throwing the keycard on the dresser, only to come up short and have it bounce off the dresser instead. He plodded his way over to his bed, though he now struggled to make it on top due to his inebriated state. He just about passed out once he was able to clamber on, only to remember about the package he had received earlier.

One would think it'd be more difficult to make out details while drunk, but the raccoon was far more invested in his gift now. He noticed that the dildos, while seemingly secure inside the plastic, had far more room around them than what he'd expect. It was at this point that he decided he'd open the box up to get a better look. Once he completed the herculean task of conquering the cardboard latching mechanism, he was finally greeted with his prize. He wasn't quite sure why he was so interested in something of this nature, but his booze-addled mind didn't seem to care.

He picked up the smallest dildo of the three, the one more akin to the size of his own member. He examined it as closely as was possible for him right now. It didn't look like his, but it wasn't overly strange looking either. He'd hazard a guess and say it's human-shaped, but he was in no position to verify. He rubbed his hand over the shaft; it was relatively firm, if not a little tough. He concluded that the lube would make it easier to take. He blushed thinking about it. He'd never used one of these before as he'd never been interested in this sort of thing. Normally he'd feel apprehensive about doing anything like this, but the drunk part of his brain was saying that there's a first time for everything.

First thing he had to do was get his jumpsuit off, which was easier said than done. He tried standing up to make it easier on himself, but he only succeeded in losing his balance. After a moment of getting lost in his clothes he found himself in the nude. Embarrassingly, he also found himself somewhat erect. Normally whiskey dick would put the kibosh on anything fun, but this excited him in a way he'd never felt before.

His next goal was getting everything lubed up, something he'd never thought he'd be doing right now. He took the bottle of lubricant and carefully dropped a dollop of the clear liquid on the tip of the phallus and used his hand to rub the shaft, coating the entire thing. He marveled at just how quickly his hand was able to glide up and down the dildo. Once that was said and done, he rolled onto his back to allow himself access to his pucker. He took a few hesitant breaths as he'd never really played with this area of himself before. He steeled himself before bring his lubricated fingers to his hole. "Oh shit!" He cried, not anticipating just how cold the lube would feel. Carefully, he plunged into his anus and slowly moved his fingers around, curling his toes at this foreign sensation. He let out a low moan as he pushed as far as his fingers would go. He was ready.

He pulled his hand away and grabbed the dildo, taking a deep breath before bringing it closer to his ass. His other hand had somehow found its way to his own dick, casually stroking it to full mast. He gasped as he felt the tip of the fake cock against his pucker, pushing in slowly to allow himself to get used to the alien feeling of having something inside of him. Slowly, but surely, he managed to take it all the way down to the base, moaning at having something pressing against his prostate. He then began to slide it back out, noticing the emptiness he was now feeling. 'And this was the smallest one', he thought. Once halfway out, he pushed the dildo back in, now starting to build up a rhythm. He emulated this with his other hand, picking up the pace on his own dick.

Had he been less intoxicated he might have noticed something strange begin to happen. It was subtle at first, but his chest was beginning to slightly more defined than usual. His arms, too, seemed to be getting bigger, looking like they retained their size after every flexing motion. This, of course, failed to register with Rocket as he was more preoccupied with how damn good getting his ass pounded was feeling.

He quickened the pace of fucking himself with the dildo, not noticing that his body was growing at the same rate. Anyone else would've noticed how the raccoon was steadily getting larger, but the sheer euphoria he was experiencing was blinding him to the changes happening to his body. Soon his arms actually looked like they had some muscle on them, a first for the normally lanky procyon. The change happened to his legs as well, with his thighs thickening up and his calves starting to resemble a teardrop shape. This, however, was not the only thing happening to him, as he was actually growing taller as well.

As oblivious as Rocket was to these changes, the one he should've noticed was that the dildo itself was gaining size as well. It grew in both length and girth, keeping up with its user. By now, the raccoon had developed a set of washboard abs as well as lats that were flaring out slightly. The beef piling onto him was actually making him wider than he normally would be. His chest heaved with every breath, pecs now pushing out of his chest.

The rodent was now in the throes of ecstasy, slamming the dildo repeatedly into himself, thus signaling his body to blimp outwards in mass. He was soon reaching a point where he was twice as tall as he was before he started this. His arms were beginning to reach a point where his biceps would keep them locked at an angle due to their size. His pecs ballooned outwards, now resembling overly stuffed pillows. His shoulders were now comparable to cannonballs, his 8-pack abs looked like cobblestone, his neck was being swallowed up by his enormous traps. Rocket was massive in every sense of the word. His wing-like lats flared out wide, his thighs strong enough to crush a watermelon between them, even his glutes were beefed up enough to give him an ample rump. The sheer amount of muscle he was packing on was pushing his body wider than he ever thought possible, practically to the point where he was as wide as he was tall, though his chest and back were making the comparison three-dimensional.

"Ahhhh!" Rocket cried out as he shoved the dildo in balls deep, reaching his climax. His dick, now reaching almost to his pecs, shot out load after load of rich raccoon seed. Every muscle was tensing in unison before the last of his cum splattered onto his musclegut. He panted at the most intense orgasm he had ever achieved before pulling out his dildo, still not realizing just how much it grew. At this point it looked closer in size to the largest one in the pack.

After regaining consciousness, it finally dawned on him as to what just happened. He looked over himself as best as he could, first noticing how his pecs looked as big as couch cushions. He then looked at the dildo, now observing that it, too, had its own growth spurt before gazing over to the two other ones still in the package. He grinned; if the smallest one was able to do this to him, who knows what the other two were capable of?

His vacation was turning out to be more eventful than ever anticipated it would be.