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Rocket awoke from what he felt to be the best sleep that he'd gotten in ages. The eight-foot tall titanic raccoon yawned aloud, his brawny limbs slowly regaining feeling. He felt one of his hands involuntarily shoot towards his planetoid pectorals, scratching the fur beneath one of his thick nipples. The cliché situation of thinking the previous night's events were all just a dream very nearly happened to him, only he wasn't about to freak out over his changes like some other people would. In fact, he loved them.

Yawns turned to moans as he fondled himself, his hand now tweaking his nip, causing his monolithic prick to shoot up in an instant. He was kind of surprised that he didn't wake up with morning wood, but it didn't matter when he could just arouse himself whenever he wanted.

Still, Rocket figured that he should at least wake up a bit first before having a bit of fun with himself. With ease, he pushed himself upright so that his legs that were dangling off the bed in his sleep touched the carpeted floor. The act made him realize how truly massive he had become.

The genetically enhanced bounty hunter was built like a truck and was likely stronger than the materials that were used to assemble it. Scratch that, he was more akin to a ship at this size. His arms alone bulged out with raw power without even needing to tense them, though they effortlessly doubled in size when flexed. The sheer strength from those limbs put steel cables to shame, needing to resort to hauling freighters in order for his gargantuan split-peak biceps and horseshoe triceps to even feel resistance. One had to get creative when their arms alone are larger than many other people combined.

Then there were Rocket's pectorals, easily the largest muscle group on his entire frame. The brown-furred mounds of beef swallowed up a ton of room in front of him, jutting out several feet and blocking his vision of everything immediately below him. Not that he cared as his colossal chest boulders provided a far more exciting sight than the dreary carpeted floor that looked like it hadn't been deep cleaned in years. It also allowed him to bury his nose between them with a simple tilt forward of his head, giving him a hefty whiff of his natural scent. It was intensely masculine, and intensely him.

One part of his body that struck him as odd was his domed abgut, protruding out far from his trunk to the point that it resembled an abnormally large tortoise shell, but the feeling of his abdominals jam packed with diamond-hard raccoon beef flipped him in the direction of loving it. He craved size and strength, and it tickled his soul to know that nobody else's torso looked like this except his. His core screamed might, the culmination of exaggerated musculature being forced to conform to his frame. He felt like the physical manifestation of virile procyonic masculinity, and he loved it.

Rocket didn't get the chance to finish properly worshiping the rest of his body as a sudden ringing resonated through the room in a periodic fashion, startling the daylights out of him and causing his throbbing pillar to flag from to the blood rushing back to his head. "Shit, what the hell is that?!" He scanned the room until his eyes landed on the dusty telephone resting on top of the dresser that he somehow hadn't noticed until this very second.

The chiming continued, with Rocket scrambling across the room to answer the call. He had no clue who was on the other end. "Uh, hello?"

"Yes, hello, this is the front desk. Is this Mr., uh, Rocket?" The clerk's voice sounded uneasy for some unknown reason.

"Yeah, that's me." Rocket struggled trying to think of what the purpose of the call was. "What's up?"

The front desk clerk cleared his throat. "It appears that you have a visitor here looking for you."

Rocket was flabbergasted at the news, perhaps even a bit upset. He'd told no one where he was going, and yet apparently someone figured it out. Did he leave a paper trail that he was unaware of? Who even was the person? "Well, did ya get a name or something?"

"We didn't. The man just said that you worked together and then immediately headed to the bar where he's been since." The clerk gulped into his handset. "I'm not sure if that means anything to you."

Unfortunately for Rocket, it did. His mind immediately stopped on one person in particular, but he figured that he might as well ask some questions to be sure. "Does he have blond hair, a leather jacket, and is very loud?"

The voice on the other end went silent for a moment, but that didn't mean all was quiet; a boisterous laugh could be heard coming from the phone's receiver. "Yes, yes, and extraordinarily. Also he seems to be fairly intoxicated at the moment." Another thunderous guffaw was heard over the phone. "Shall I send him up?"

"Eh, keep him down there, I'll go meet him." Rocket sighed as he hung up the phone. Now, he wasn't an idiot as he knew that his appearance was drastically different to what Quill saw before he left. The thing was that he didn't care in the slightest. For one, his colleague was plastered, and likely getting more inebriated by the second, meaning that the shock of seeing a towering raccoon behemoth will be lessened. And two, he honestly didn't give a shit, not about what the drunk moron thought or anyone else at the bar for that matter. Like it or not, this was him now, and boy did he fucking love it.

Regardless, he knew that this place still had laws against public indecency and that he wasn't allowed go downstairs as he was, although he couldn't help but snicker at the thought that a thin covering of fabric was all that was needed to keep him legal as the other patrons would still be getting an eyeful of swollen raccoon nuts underneath clothing that looked painted on.

Rocket snatched his jumpsuit and was about to try it on, only to immediately run into a snag; there was no way that he was going to fit himself into clothing that he wore when he was half his height. Panic set in.

Still, he tried his damndest to clothe himself as, even though he didn't particularly want to have to deal with his colleague, a drink sounded really damn good right about now.

Several minutes of struggling had passed before he gave up; there just wasn't any possible way that he could even fathomably slip into his jumpsuit anymore, but that should've been abundantly clear when he realized that his swollen leg was bigger than his waist used to be. Hmm, this might end up being an issue.

But that was Future Rocket's problem to deal with as he still wanted to have fun. If he couldn't go and grab a drink, then he'd have to find something in his room to entertain himself with, and he knew exactly what he wanted to play with.

Looking back at his unexpected gift - now lying on the floor - his gaze was squarely set on the second dildo in the package. A yearning desire to shove it inside of him bubbled up as he laid eyes on it, even if it was a tad small compared to his current size. But hey, if the first one grew, then no doubt this one would too. He was sure of it.

Rocket excitedly tore back into the cardboard box, careful not to rip the entire thing to shreds. An eager moan escaped under his breath as his hands contacted it, feeling the fake cock to be as firm as the first one. His eyes grew wide with excitement when he pulled it in front of his face. "So what do you do, huh?" His mind swam with possibilities.

Would he get any bigger? Wider? Probably. Thicker? Definitely. Taller? Maybe, though the thought of forgoing height to expand his other dimensions thrilled him greatly to his core. Or would it do anything else? "Heh, only one way to find out!"

It was only then that he came to the realization that, even though this toy was comparatively smaller than the last one, it still would be a good idea to lube it up just in case it happened to grow as well. Oh, how he wished that's what would transpire!

Well, he'd have to find the bottle first. It took him a good thirty seconds before he located the container under the bed, probably having rolled there in the throes of passion. The lubrication felt just as cold as the previous time that he applied it, his quivering tailhole still not used to the chilling sensation. He winced, his rate of breathing increasing, but quieting down when he massaged his needy pucker with his finger. He'd used two like he did the other night, only to find that it wasn't enough for him now, moving up to three and then four. He lied down on the bed, essentially finger-fucking himself, before recognizing that he was missing a key factor in his fun. Oops, he got a bit carried away!

Chuckling, Rocket grabbed the dildo, intending on lubing it up as well, but the residual fluid from his hand was more than enough to cover the whole thing. He felt it to be perfect as there was nothing else that he wanted to do at the moment than fuck himself with it.

He balanced the flared base on the bed while he positioned his winking asshole as best as he could over top of it, tail flagged high so as to not interfere. The anticipation was killing him, but he had to go slowly to ensure that he didn't miss. A lust-filled groan involuntarily departed his mouth as the toy connected with the cleft of his ass, his dimpled cheeks flexing with all their might despite him not yet impaled on it. Some steady manoeuvring was needed after that, but he was successful in guiding it to, and inside, his hungry hole.

Rocket didn't hold anything back as he moaned aloud, taking the entire thing to hilt without trying. His ass cheeks hit the bed in an instant, far faster than he expected, but the stimulation provided by the dildo inside of him felt just as good as he remembered it to be.

He then lifted his ass up in order to slam it back down, only to find that his anal cavity had clenched so hard around the toy that he accidentally took it with him. The feeling of the dildo plugging him up electrified his nerves, but he obviously had more that he wanted to do with it. Now keeping it securely in place with a hand, he pumped his ass along the length of the silicone toy, scratching the itch that raged throughout his system.

It was almost as if what little practice that he had fucking himself already paid dividends. He hammered his muscular ass cheeks down the length of his mysterious present with reckless abandon, nailing all the spots inside of him that he could reach. Even if it didn't grow like the last one, it still felt way better than he ever could've imagined that it would.

The intense motion caused Rocket's leviathan raccoonhood to slap his tortoise shell of a musclegut, adding an extra layer of stimulation to fuel his arousal. Every whack against his domed abs triggered another spurt of precum to belch forth from his cock, his pendulous balls working overtime producing seed for another monstrous release. He wasn't sure that there'd be a sock somewhere in the universe big enough to contain his loads now!

In his lust-filled haze, he failed to notice that his fucktoy acted exactly like the previous one did and started growing uncontrollably. Every jerk of his hips added a little bit more length while every clench that the silicone received boosted its girth. He couldn't tell if alien technology or some kind of space magic was the reason that the dildo swelled up like it did, but he was grateful, nonetheless. He fucked it bigger than he did the first one, which in turn plowed him all the harder. His passion for release fiercely bloomed inside of him like a fire engulfing his soul.

The engorged dildo flattened his prostate, activating the pleasure centre of his brain like it was a hardwired button. It was exactly what he craved. An outsider might've found it odd that a man of his colossal physique would be so eager to get railed, but Rocket couldn't care less. He knew what he wanted and that's all that mattered to him.

Rocket was far too fuck-drunk to observe the toy's effects materializing on his expansive frame. Unlike the last dildo, this one wasn't meant to enlarge the user to absurd proportions through ballooning their body with tons of dense heft, but that didn't mean that it didn't produce desirable results.

The fake phallus did actually have one trick up its proverbial sleeve in regard to adding size to his already tremendous body. His leviathan pillar pulsed the more that he bounced on the dildo, incited by his rising libido. Veins snaked along the rock-hard flesh, pulsing in sync with his heart beat. It didn't seem odd for his endowment to twitch given the circumstance, but with the extra spasming came surges of growth, gradual at first until the throbbing intensified. Girth piled on quickly while it swelled past his pecs, allowing him to see it for the first time since ballooning in size.

And what would a gigantic shaft be without pendulous wrecking balls to match it? His orbs, while sizable already, bloated as he pumped his ass along the silicone cock. They audibly churned with procyonic seed, fattening up with enough virile ballbatter to make watermelons look small. His over-productive cum tanks flooded his system with pure testosterone, ensuring that the next changes came in hard and fast.

Not wanting to be outdone, the fur covering his body bristled to life. It always grew in relatively short, but it seemed like the front of his torso was in the process of bucking that trend. From the top of his pec cleavage to the base of his fleshy obelisk, a thick carpet of hair sprouted up almost instantaneously, covering the front of his trunk in a sweat-matted coat that only accentuated his manliness.

With the fur came musk, trapped in the thick shag down his torso, but easily unearthed if disturbed. The heady stench emanated not only in the pits from where his limbs met his torso - as one would expect - but also from the crevices formed from his swollen musculature. The valley between his pectorals housed a lot of it with the majority caught in the rugged forest of body hair poking out between his stuffed slabs of beef, but enough residual funk still wafted away from his chest, demonstrating the manliness present in his aromatic essence. And while his arm pits might not harbour as much of his scent, they more than make up for that by sheer, concentrated musk alone. No doubt he could entice someone by merely lifting up his brawny arms.

Now engulfed in his own scent, Rocket's control over his body dwindled and let climax to begin overtaking him. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as the rate of his bucking slowed to a crawl, ending with one final slam of his ass cheeks onto the base of the dildo. He cried aloud, ignorant of those that may be nearby, but not particularly caring if anyone heard him.

Creamy raccoonbatter shot out of his cumpipe by the bucketload, painting the empty wall an off-white, which he wagered looked significantly nicer than the decades-old wallpaper peeling to the floor. The fucktoy lodged deep within his anal cavity, scratching itches that he never knew that he possessed. He wished that he knew how good this felt years ago.

His body tensed from the pressure of his engorged cum tanks blasting out ropes that rivaled the collective output of thousands of men, only they'd last for seconds and have no choice but to watch as he kept going for several minutes. The pleasure relentlessly charged through his system, leaving him unable to vocalize anything but pure ecstasy. Even if he could go back to how he was before, he wouldn't; this was his new normal from that moment onward.

Rocket's release took quite a while to die down, though it took a little bit longer before exhaustion began to replace satisfaction as his body's dominant sensation. The orgasm robbed him of his energy, and he collapsed into a sweaty pile on top of his bed. He didn't even bother removing the toy from his tailhole.

Several moments passed before he felt stamina start to return to him, giving him just enough strength to right himself despite his lungs vigourously sucking in air. He eventually managed to force himself to his feet through sheer willpower, though his now top-heavy nature nearly succumbed to gravity, and it took everything that he had just to not be sent hurtling to the floor.

A squishy noise sounded out somewhere below him, and it took him a second to realize that his lack of energy relaxed his anal muscles enough for the toy to unceremoniously fall to the floor. It didn't bother him since he figured that the carpet couldn't get any more soiled.

Eventually, Rocket felt well enough to move around again, giving him ample opportunity to discover his sexual handiwork. Potent spunk coated the previously dirty wall, dripping down to join the rest in a thick pool that was currently soaking into the floor. Not the first time he'd done that, but it was the first time that his load couldn't be cleaned up with a single tissue.

It was only then that Rocket actually noticed the changes on his body, immediately registering that his chest hair had grown in thick. His eyes shot around the room for a mirror until he found one in the washroom.

He couldn't believe what his eyes were telling him, but boy did he fucking _love_what he saw. In addition to his exquisite raccoon bulk was a dense layer of fur that he only ever saw grow in on other species. He immediately ran his fingers through it, surprised at how soft it actually was. But his favourite part was easily the manly musk that got dredged up and instantly knowing that it was unmistakably his natural scent. He chuckled, thinking of how he'd now wear low-cut shirts to allure future potential fuckbuddies to engage in a night of passion with him.

All of this self-worship had worked him up, causing his flaccid shaft to throb to life in an instant. Rocket's jaw nearly dropped to the ground as he saw how much larger it had gotten. He couldn't get over the utterly ridiculous stature of his dick, knowing full well that it dwarfed his previous bodily size by magnitudes. His mouth contorted into an impish grin as he hugged his cock. "Holy hell, I'm a total fucking stud!"

His revelry was unfortunately cut short by a sudden bang on his door. It didn't sound like anything that normally made noise in a motel, which prompted him to investigate the cause. He didn't see anyone through the peephole, making him wonder if his mysterious benefactor had made their presence known again. The thought excited him, and he opened the door in an instant.

The lack of another present caused his expression to drop, especially after discovering that the origin of the noise was his fellow Guardian, Peter Quill. His colleague was massively intoxicated, much like he was the other night, and fell onto his prodigious pectorals as the door that the human was leaning against had been pulled away.

"Quill?!" Rocket nearly jumped back out of instinct but stopped himself when he realized that he wasn't in any danger. He could hear his co-worker saying something, but there wasn't a chance that he'd hear anything with his sweaty, hairy pecs muffling the sound. With a sigh, he pulled the human into his room and gingerly shut the door behind him.

"Hey, buddy!" Quill slurred, needing to brace himself against the wall just to keep stable. "Nice place you got here." His vision was too blurry to see the extent of the raccoon's lovemaking.

Rocket rolled his eyes. "Quill, what the hell are ya doing in my room?"

"Well, you weren't coming down, so I-I came up to see you!" With unbridled vigour that only an inebriated person possessed, Quill pushed himself into a standing position, only to stumble so much that he nearly busted through the very door that he just entered from.

"Oh, uh," Rocket's eyes grew as wide as saucers as his colleague immediately embraced his stuffed chest again, "about that. I-"

"You're nice and warm. Like a bed." Quill remained oblivious to everything, especially how he now had to look up to see the formerly shortest member of his team.

Annoyance bubbled up inside Rocket, who had hoped that he'd actually have time to himself away from the others for once. "Okay, Quill, ya found me. Now tell me why you're here."

The goofy grin never left Quill's face. "You don't r-remember? You-" He slipped, needing his raccoon support to catch him. "You were the one who told me about this place 'member? Said there was 'booze and b-bitches'." A giggle escaped past his lips. "What do you know about... b-bitches?!" He punctuated his words with a playful jab at the furry behemoth's boulder shoulder.

"Look, I-" Rocket sighed, really not in the mood for this. "I was kinda saying how great it was for someone like me and my needs. I didn't think you'd actually come here considering you normally ignore this part of the galaxy." He propped the human against the wall, trying to get him to stand on his own. "Okay, we have now met and exchanged words. I think ya oughta get-"

"Hey, I can see why you came all the way out here. You-" A large belch escaped past Quill's lips, making the raccoon behemoth cringe from the reeking stench of cheap beer. "You didn't want us to see this!" Having regained enough clarity of his surroundings, he finally interpreted what his eyes were illustrating and drunkenly shot out his hand to grab a hold of the procyon's fat nipple.

The act induced panic to flood Rocket's gigantic body, freezing him where he stood. "Quill, what the fuck are you doing?" His voice was quiet in contrast to the alarm bells ringing in his head.

"Haha, it's so real!" Quill squeezed the firm flesh like a stress toy. "Man you never told me you had this f-freaky sex suit. Where'd you hide this thing?"

Rocket winced from trying to ignore the unexpected stimulation, but his co-worker gave him a great out to use. "Heh, yeah, this is some crazy suit. You can get some wacky things in the farthest reaches of space." He pursed his lips as he tried to delicately detach his leader's unusually strong grasp. "Don't ya think you should go have some fun of your own? I got weird sex stuff I wanna do."

"Oh dude, I don't give a shit what you're into! Get your rocks off to..." Quill's legs nearly buckled when his hand was returned to him. "Whatever you want."

"Yes, okay, but," air shot out of Rocket's nostrils as he desperately racked his brain trying to come up with some excuse for him to leave, "don't ya wanna have your own fun? Alone?"

The question prompted Quill to act, wrapping his arms as far as he could around the megastud's wide trunk. "N-No way! I wanna stay here with you. You-" He giggled, directing his face into one of his colleague's brown-furred pectorals. "You're fun!"

"Oh my god..." Rocket lost all hope in trying to play nice. He had no choice but to be direct in the vain hope that he'd actually get through to the human. "Look, I was hoping for a nice getaway for a bit. I just needed some time away from the rest of ya, and you're kinda ruining my fun. Could you please le-"

"Dude, this suit is... q-quality!" Quill didn't hear a single thing that the towering raccoon said, instead focusing his attention on other body parts. "Oh wow, it feels so real!" His hands swung down to his towering co-worker's massive genitals. "Woah, it's so big! Do you feel this at all?"

Despite his absolute embarrassment, Rocket's girthy cock responded to the contact with a hearty throb. "Yeah, yeah I do." He sucked in air through his teeth as he attempted to keep himself contained. "You should probably, uh, not do that. You know, 'cause..." He felt like he was grasping at straws. "Your clothes! This thing's really realistic, and I ain't want your clothes to get messed up!"

"Pfft!" Quill's laughter boomed throughout the room. "I don't care, clothes can be washed! No, I wanna see how this works." He bobbed his hands up and down the swelling length, feeling it grow rigid in his grip. "Cool, it _is_realistic! Yo, how is this hooked up in there for you? Can you feel this?"

Rocket's anxiety threatened to overload his brain, but it was slowly losing the fight to his arousal. It stunned him how brief his downtime was now. "Um, yeah, I can feel ya, alright." His breathing grew laboured the longer that the dread set in. "Look, ya gotta go now. I'll call for some company to come pick ya up and bring ya back to your ship, okay?"

"Uh huh." Unfortunately for the procyon, Quill's attention couldn't be ripped away from his current activity. "Wow, I can really feel the heat coming offa this!" His amazement only grew the longer that he kept it up. His fingers roamed around the turgid cockflesh, thrumming over the pulsating veins. "Hey Rocket, how good does this feel?"

The sudden act elicited a loud gasp from Rocket, whose legs momentarily buckled from the pleasure, causing his globular ass cheeks to land on the bed. "Real good, pal. Quill, please-"

The hulking muscle beast's pleading fell on deaf ears as Quill picked up his pace. "S-So is everything about this thing scaled up too? Do you-" He stifled another belch. "Do you cum bigger too?!"

Ecstasy coursed through Rocket's veins, leaving him unable to do much except sit there and allow the human to continue the impromptu handjob. "Yeah, I..." The pleasure rocketing through his nervous system made it hard for him to speak his mind.

"Cool!" Quill's hands sped up when he heard that, now working with a clear goal in mind. He jerked the pole as hard as he could, finally getting rewarded when he felt the flesh moving on its own. His face lit up when he saw the raccoon's hips involuntarily bucking.

Rocket was an utter mess of emotions. Horniness had taken over, but trepidation lined it, ready to assume control after release. It was the first time that he felt afraid to cum. He tried so hard to play off his new body, but his co-worker would sober up soon enough and see that it wasn't a suit. While he didn't care if the human saw what he looked like, he was positively worried at what would happen when his leader comprehended his actions.

Quill remained laser focused on his task at hand. The alcohol in his system had him teetering on the edge of consciousness the entire time, but he was determined to see this through. When else was he going to have the chance to partake in something like this?

It soon became too late for Rocket to stop as he quickly passed the point of no return. He'd uncontrollably laid back on the bed, pistoning his crotch rocket into the human's hands. Orgasm continued to whittle his control away until he eventually felt himself hit the edge of climax and blast right past it. One last pump was all it took for his towering spire to rain sticky jizz on the pair of them, adding to the mess that he'd already made.

The abrupt nature of the release startled Quill, who fell backwards as he got pelted with procyon spunk. Countless bottles of cheap booze cushioned the impact of understanding the situation, but he knew that this was weird somehow. But that was why he did that, right? He wanted to do something weird!

Rocket's massive chest boulders heaved with every forceful gasp, leaving them scant inches away from his nose with every breath. This was the last thing that he wanted. It was too much, too fast, and he cursed himself for not being blunter with the human. He wasn't looking forward to their talk later.

Every rope of viscous raccoonbatter made standing up difficult for Quill, but somehow he'd defied everything and pulled himself to his feet. Things started becoming clearer to him now that he'd sobered up a bit. It took him a moment, but it registered with him that the flow had died down, leaving the both of them drenched in musky cum. He'd been in this situation before, but not from only one person. "Hey, Rocket?"

Rocket's heart nearly beat out of his chest. He hadn't had a chance to calm himself down and already he had to answer the human. "Yeah?" He weakly shot out.

Blinking to regain his bearings, Quill's gaze flicked around the room, noting his co-worker's previous orgasm, and comparing it to this one. "So, that's not actually a suit, right? This was all real?"

This was the last thing that Rocket wanted to do at that moment. Shame washed over him as he scrunched up his eyes. "Yeah, it's real. All of it."

"Huh." Shockingly, Quill wasn't too perturbed by the idea that the mountainous mass of muscle on the comparatively small bed was actually the same guy who regularly hid himself in his ship's snack cupboard. But the whole event still left him with a load a questions, the most pressing of which being why he felt so hot all of a sudden. "Why am I so itchy?" He grunted as he pulled down the sleeve of his blazer, only to see a patch of gray fur spreading along his skin.

Rocket eventually came to, picking himself up before stopping mid-movement when he saw what was happening to the human. "Quill?" He thought that his eyes were maybe playing a trick on him, but the longer that he stared, the more obvious that it was to him that he was really seeing this. "Oh shit, Quill!" He bolted to his feet and rushed beside his colleague. "Are you alright?"

Quill continued watching the fur rapidly spread, now migrating past his collar to take over the other arm. He lifted up his shirt to confirm that it was heading below the belt as well. Despite all this, he stayed as cool as a cucumber, honestly not agitated by the bizarre sight in the slightest.

Things didn't stay calm for long as he started feeling discomfort flare up at the base of his spine, culminating in a bushy, ringed tail sprouting concurrently with the fur covering the rest of his lower half. The ache then traveled to his head, where he squirmed as his facial features shifted. His ears moved to the top of his head while his mouth and nose pushed outward into a muzzle. The typical 'bandit mask' of fur grew in, completing the transformation. Every last trace of his previous species had been thoroughly eliminated, all except the fluffy, blond hair still on his head.

Once certain that he was finished, Quill reached up to his face to inspect his changes for himself, noting that even his hands looked like a raccoon's with how he now had claws. It prompted him to head to the mirror in the restroom where he was able to see his new body for the first time. It felt surreal to him that the creature staring back at him was actually himself. And yet, despite the changes, the only sentiment that ran through his mind was mild confusion. "Huh." Yeah, he now had pads on his hands, a snout, a tail, and pointed animal ears, but through it all he was still him. He was just different now.

Rocket was mortified. Rocket was also aroused beyond hell. Rocket was feeling a million emotions rampaging through his body, all fueled by the indisputable fact that he'd accidentally turned his colleague into a raccoon version of himself. He'd never admit it, but he actually found procyonic Quill to be incredibly attractive.

Still, this was an unmitigated disaster. Pretty much the entire universe knew who Quill was, so they would all expect him to be human. The fact that his leader was now a raccoon could possibly jeopardize something that he'd never even thought of before. He couldn't find the words to accurately describe what he felt.

"Alright." Quill shrugged, shucking the last remnants of cum from himself and his clothing. "So, this is different."

Rocket was beside himself, unlike the other raccoon who just waltzed out of the bathroom like nothing was wrong. "Are you okay?!" His heart raced.

"Oh yeah, totally." Quill's nonchalance persisted.

That wasn't the feedback that Rocket expected to hear, and it just about short-circuited his brain. "Wait, really? Are you actually not upset right now?"

Quill found it tough attempting to vocalize his experience. "Uh, not really, I guess?" He gesticulated his apathy with his hands.

The non-answer given was actually what Rocket needed to hear, significantly quelling his distress. "Oh, uh, okay then." He rubbed the back of his bull neck in relief.

"Yeah, honestly, I don't particularly care one way or another." Quill's lucidity had completely returned to him. "There's a bunch of different things out in space that can change a person's species. We just discovered another one."

Rocket found that he couldn't argue with that logic. "Yeah, I guess you're right. As long as you ain't upset, then it's alright."

Now that Quill had his cognizance back, he was able to see the things that he missed while plastered. There was one part of his colleague that he found to be especially peculiar. "Huh."

"What's up?" Rocket noticed the former human staring at him but couldn't discern what was being looked at. His hugemongous pecs consumed the entirety of his peripheral vision.

"Something I only just realized." Quill squatted down to get a better look. "You know, I always thought you'd have an animal dick or something."

"But I do though." The disconnection immediately triggered something in Rocket's brain, who only just comprehended it. "Wait, do I not?!"

Quill cocked his head. "I mean, it's probably hundreds, if not thousands, of times bigger than mine," He stood up, needing to crane his neck upwards in order to see the other raccoon, "but... yeah, other than that ours look pretty identical."

Rocket was unsure of what to make of the observation, but hastily came to a conclusion. "Guess those dildoes messed with me more than I thought..."

Quill didn't catch the beefcake's muttering, but he did notice the distinct packaging that the dildoes came in. "Huh, I didn't take you as the type to play with pocket rockets."

"I..." The newly minted procyon's words left Rocket speechless; they painted unusual images in his head. "The hell are you on about?"

Quill nodded his head in the direction of the torn open packaging. "You know, those toys over there."

"Oh." The gears in Rocket's head finally turned. "Oh! Man, how many fucking names for those things did people come up with?" He mumbled under his breath. "Nah, this is my first time. Someone gifted them to me for whatever reason, then I got drunk, then I used them."

"Huh, didn't think people liked you enough to do that." Quill was pleasantly caught off-guard. "Also didn't know you knew people here."

"Uh, nah, not really." Rocket waved off the remark. "I don't, 'cause I ain't interested in getting to know the fuckers who frequent this joint. Shifty bastards, the lot of them."

That gave Quill pause. "So, some random person walked up to you and handed you the box then?"

"Oh, um..." Rocket gritted his teeth as he continually failed to think of plausible excuses. "I mean, in a sense, I guess?" The lack of feasible explanations got to him, and he revealed everything. "Okay, look. Some yahoo left them at my door - I don't know who, before you ask - but they did, and I initially really_fucking hated the thought that some _dipshit in this sleazy fucking roadhouse thought that I - I, of all people - would be the kinda guy to fuck myself with some sissy toys."

Enjoying the story that the statuesque bounty hunter was recounting, Quill crossed his arms along his chest while an impish grin wormed its way across his freshly altered muzzle. "And then..."

Now that the previous night's events actively replayed in his head, Rocket couldn't help but feel embarrassment radiate throughout his gargantuan body. The flush on his cheeks could be seen through his fur. "And then I drank to the point of nearly blacking out, stumbled back up to my room, saw the box, and thought there was a first time for everything."

Quill's grin grew wider as the details spilled forth. "And I bet you loved your first time."

"Yeah..." Rocket grew more flustered with himself as the tale continued. "And the second time..." The awkwardness of the situation caused him to involuntarily bury his face into his hands. "And now I wanna do it many more times in the future..."

"So, lemme just get this straight." Quill, still sporting his playful smirk, held his arms behind his back as he slowly paced around what little space was left in the room that the behemothian procyon didn't unintentionally conquer with his godlike physique. "You received an anonymous present in an area of the galaxy you don't often haunt; from someone you don't know, never got a look at, and can't currently locate; that you proceeded to then implement on yourself instead of first analyzing. Am I correct?"

"I know, I know! It sounds really bad when I say it out loud like that." Rocket frustratedly sighed, huffing and puffing as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I should've thought ahead, and I didn't."

Quill, on the other hand, didn't react anywhere near as strongly to the account, instead shrugging his shoulders. "I dunno, it sounds exactly like what you'd normally do. You've always been the type to act first and ask questions later."

"But you're right, I should've looked at them closely to see if it was a trap or something." Rocket's face scrunched up in regret of his actions. "I know that now."

"Oh, I didn't actually say anything." Quill gave the mammothian bounty hunter a light pat on a bulging arm. "You've been through way worse in the past - I know you know that - but every time you pulled through, no matter what. I mean, you've been near death how many times now? This is probably one of the better things that's ever happened to you."

"Yeah, I suppose that's true..." The conflict between their dissonant reactions originally put Rocket in a state of unease, but he should've remembered that his leader had the gift of the gab and could reason his way out of anything. "Thanks for that, Quill."

While this would be where Quill normally carried on with whatever he was doing, he couldn't help but notice that the other raccoon still seemed a tad dour. "Hang on, something's still bugging you." He planted himself directly in front of the statuesque procyon, gaze boring through the larger raccoon's skull. "Tell me."

"I, uh...." Rocket winced after being put on the spot. "Aw, fuck. It's just that... ya know, the image of me getting off by sticking stuff up my ass... it would murder the absolute fuck outta my reputation." He balled up his fists, frustration welling up inside of him. "I got a name to maintain around these parts, ya know? I gotta be tough as nails!"

As much as he empathized with the enhanced raccoon's plight, Quill didn't see what was to be concerned about. "So?"

Rocket's eyes went wide with disbelief. "So? SO?!" The mere idea that the former human didn't regard his dilemma in the same way that he did nearly made him bust the wall down in anger. "Dude, besides you guys, all I got going for me is my rep."

"Oh my god, you're way overthinking this." Quill slung his arm around the stud procyon's titanically broad shoulders, or at least as far as it would go. "Listen, buddy, the amount of people you'd meet who'd actually give a shit about that kinda thing is already astronomically tiny, and I know for a fact that you'd stop caring about what they had to say long before the conversation ever reaches this topic."

As much as he still wanted to fight - and he did - Rocket saw that his co-worker was actually speaking a lick of sense. "I mean... sure? Maybe?"

"If it makes you feel any better, I happen to personally know a lot of tough guys who get their rocks off to butt stuff; sub, dom, and everything in between." Quill grabbed both of the bigger raccoon's burly arms and earnestly looked him in the eye. "It's nothing special, man."

"I-" The amount of things that he'd learned about his leader that day left Rocket struggling to react. "Seriously? I kinda have a hard time believing that." It was then that one of the things the other raccoon mentioned stuck out to him. "Wait, how do ya 'personally' know this?"

Quill lasciviously quirked an eyebrow. "What do you think I do when I jet off alone?" The look on his face couldn't be more mischievous if he tried. "I've got needs to fulfill too, you know."

"Okay, I'll be honest, that ain't never crossed my mind." For the first time that he could ever recall, Rocket gained quite a bit of respect for his goofy colleague. "You're gone alone a lot, though. Ya really get tail that much?!"

"Absolutely. Remind me some time and I'll regale you later." Quill nudged the behemoth in the ribs, though still feeling how taut the other raccoon's rippling musculature was. "But yeah, I've regularly got big guys bending over for some fun. It's totally normal, dude. Don't sweat it!"

In complete shock to only himself, the smaller procyon's words actually helped ameliorate his distress. "Huh. I mean, I guess literally anything is possible considering how many freaks exist out there, but the only real tough guy I know is Drax and I always assumed they're all like that. He keeps things as boring as possible."

"Ah, don't assume things because, you know, ass and yadda yadda..." A thought then occurred to Quill, a particularly lewd one. "I take it you've never cleaned his room before."

That struck Rocket as a bizarre statement. Nobody ever offered to help clean his stuff, so he treated the others in the same way. "Course not! Why the hell would I ever-" It was only then that a hidden meaning in the former human's words materialized in his mind. "Wait, when the shit did he ask ya to clean his room?"

"He, um..." It was Quill's turn to be put on the spot. "Okay, he never did. But!" He emphasized with a hand gesture, trying to get back on point. "When I went about 'cleaning' his room, I stumbled across what I think is the largest collection of dildoes that I'm sure exists in this reality. Seriously, there were so many fake dicks from all these different species, including a ton I've never seen before." The ridiculousness of the memory got him laughing. "I bet that _Collector_doesn't even have shit on Drax!"

The admission from his colleague got Rocket to chuckle. "Are ya sure ya ain't secretly a raccoon this whole time?"

"Well, if I was, I certainly fit the part now, and I'm probably the most handsome one in the galaxy." Quill shot the embiggened raccoon a sly wink.

"Watch it, mister. I claimed that title first, and I know I got the strength to back me up." Rocket attempted to cross his arms, but there wasn't any possible way to do so with hundreds of pounds of muscle mass located on his chest. "Alright I do feel a bit better about it now. I guess it ain't really matter what those other assholes think about me."

"Exactly!" Quill beamed, thrilled to have finally gotten through to the enormous raccoon. "Besides, who would know what you get up to behind a closed door? Literally nobody would ever find out what you do in private, all they know now is that you're this walking tank of a raccoon who's gonna take even less shit from people." His demeanour grew smug, as it normally did when he managed to get people to see things from his perspective. "And barely anyone would question it because there's a trillion and one ways in the universe to turn someone into a hulk like you."

The use of the word stuck out to Rocket, whose thoughts instantly flipped to an associate that they'd worked with in the past. "You think Banner would be sore that someone else could take over his role?"

"Oh man, I think Banner would be thrilled to only have to focus on his research!" Quill snickered. He then turned back to the box of dildoes, his inquisitive side coming out once again. "So wait, those toys are what did that to you, yeah?"

"Yeah, couldn't tell ya why, though." Rocket shrugged his truck-tire shoulders. "Fuck if I know how they work!"

"You think they could perform the same effect every time? Like, if there was residual... whatever in them, would they act identically as before?" Quill stroked his chin, though slightly withdrawing his hand. He still hadn't gotten used to having fur yet.

As much as Rocket wanted to, there was no way for him to know the answer to that question. "I told ya, I got nothing. I only did it twice, with two different toys."

"Is that all of them then?"

"Nah, there's only one left that I ain't tried yet." Rocket pointed to the part of the box obscured by the edge of the bed frame.

Quill cocked his eyebrow again; he figured that it was time to get hands-on. "Hmm, do you mind if I have a go at it?"

"Wait, seriously?!" It felt to Rocket like Quill was disregarding his previous advice. "You said before that I should've analyzed them first. Ya don't think that last one could be dangerous in some way?"

While the larger procyon was correct in heeding his earlier recommendation, Quill felt the urge of experimentation surge inside of him. "I mean, sure, but I'm positive that someone somewhere knows how to fix anything that could potentially happen to me. Besides, it's been ages since I've taken one of these."

Astonishment overtook Rocket when he heard that. "You use these?!"

"From time to time." Quill shot the other raccoon a knowing look. "You just get that itch, ya know?"

Were he talking to anyone else, Rocket might've felt incredibly embarrassed admitting something like that. He was grateful to be in the presence of the one person who made him feel secure in himself. "I actually do, yeah."

"See, you get me!" Quill chuckled as he began removing his blazer. "I never realized how alike we really are."

"Well, we didn't have a whole lot in common before this." Rocket had a feeling that the pair of them would be getting a lot closer soon. His smirk grew wider as the lithe procyon removed more clothing, only for his grin to drop in astonishment when the other man turned around, completely naked. "Wow." While it wasn't anywhere near the size of his own cock, his co-worker's phallus was comfortably on the larger end of the spectrum for the average male. "Now I get why all those guys you were talking about didn't flatten ya when ya propositioned them."

"What can I say? You're not the only one with a reputation spreading across the galaxy." As if to emphasize his point, Quill's shaft rose to the occasion. "I was graced with this particular gift, so it only makes sense to utilize it, right? Don't wanna feel guilty about wasted potential."

Rocket couldn't help but notice a thin rivulet of cum dripping down the length of the former human's dick. "Heh, ya seem pretty eager to go at it."

"I mean, you did say how much you liked it, so clearly I'm in for a good time." Clearly affected by the mood in the room, Quill gently bit his bottom lip. "But, I dunno... maybe it's because my nose is stronger or that we're the same species or something, but I think you smell incredible right now." He sauntered up to the raccoon Adonis, slowly inhaling as he nosed along the sweaty crevice of the larger man's pecs. "I used to think that you reeked like a filthy animal when you played with yourself aboard my ship, but now..." He lightly moaned. "Your scent, it's just so spicy and intoxicating, I can't get enough of it!" He affectionately caressed the side of his colleague's face in a way that he'd never have thought to do before. "I think we're gonna spend a lot of time together from now on."

Arousal overcame Rocket as the other raccoon peppered him with admiration, even letting him forget about the 'filthy animal' quip. It floored him that, even though he had a couple feet of height on his colleague - as well as several thousand pounds of muscle mass - the smaller man could still effortlessly take control of a room and all occupants inside. It made sense why the former human was able to get as far in life as he had.

"Okay, enough talk. Shall I get started then?" Without even thinking about it, Quill located the lubrication and coated his fingers with it, effortlessly sliding them around his pucker in order to glaze his inner walls. Just that move alone was enough to get him to moan; he'd missed this big time.

In awe of the sight, Rocket only just reckoned that Quill hadn't bullshitted him earlier about taking toys up the ass on the regular. The lanky raccoon acted like a pro, making the task look simple and straightforward. The expert display mesmerized him the longer that he looked, and before he knew it, his rod started chubbing up. This might've been the hottest thing he'd ever seen next to a video of himself doing the exact same thing.

"Ooh, yeah, there we go!" Quill shuddered from the cooling effect of the lube. "And now for this bad boy." He enthusiastically clutched the last dildo before placing it on the floor, a decision that he made only after years of experience. By sense of feel alone, he lined his tailhole up with the tip of the silicone cock and slid down the length without stopping once. "Oh fuck, that's the ticket!"

The fact that his leader didn't require looking at the toy to do all of that got Rocket's cock drooling madly. It took everything that he had inside of him not to play with himself then and there; this was the other raccoon's turn to have fun, and he really didn't want to ruin it. But afterwards...

Quill bobbed up and down that fake prick with gusto, his tail wagging wildly behind him. He moaned in ecstatic bliss from being stretched out after going so long without it. If he didn't know any better, it felt like he'd gone so long without someone - or something - fucking him that his asshole felt tighter. But science never backed up that claim, no matter how much people asserted it to be fact.

Suddenly, his eyes almost bugged out of his head. While he knew that his anus couldn't actually shrink from misuse, he was definitely positive that the dildo plugged him up more than it did at the start. He pumped his ass again, this time certain that he felt something unexpected. "Wait," he gasped, covering his mouth to stifle another groan, "is this thing growing inside of me?!"

"Oh, right!" Rocket couldn't believe that he'd forgotten that piece of information. "Yeah, all of them do that. I was gonna mention."

Quill let out an embarrassingly whorish moan as the burgeoning fucktoy buried itself deeper inside of his anal cavity. This was it; that was what he was always missing. Although he'd used various toys and been fucked by a plethora of men bigger than him, not once had he ever had a shaft swell while embedded in his needy hole. He quickly figured out that it wasn't just a thing that happened over time, it actively grew when he used it. That was when he made the choice to see how far he could take it.

To view the act from this perspective was a sensation unlike anything that Rocket had encountered before. Without even realizing it, his hand had started stroking his throbbing pillar, which he tried his best to fight. The stench of sex permeated the air, though he was pleasantly surprised that his own scent hadn't overpowered the former human's. He hadn't admitted it earlier, but he also liked how the other man smelled now. It made it very difficult not to let himself go to town on his rod.

But then he stopped doing everything when saw it - it was slight, but he swore that he just witnessed the other raccoon's muscles twitch. Indeed, his leader's body spasmed, each flex of a muscle group increased its size, retaining it even when relaxed. He knew exactly what it was like to go through it, so he knew that his co-worker was in for a good time.

Euphoric delight consumed Quill's consciousness, rendering him unable to feel anything other than the utter bliss that was his burgeoning physique. More and more the fucktoy lodged itself deeper with every plunge, which in turn endowed him with yet more mass to pack onto an already ballooning frame. While he didn't register it yet, his dimensions were increasing dramatically, accumulating size like it was an addiction that his body had succumbed to. Every panting breath brought out more of his pectorals, making him look like the mirror image of the other raccoon before shooting past that size entirely.

Rocket almost couldn't believe it, but the smaller raccoon was smaller no more. It felt like no time at all had elapsed since his leader began fucking himself, and yet he was already back to being the shrimpier of the pair of them. And honestly? He was fine with that; more than fine, actually.

Since his rapid ascent into becoming a living embodiment of procyonic hypermasculinity, Rocket wondered to himself if he'd ever have the opportunity to make love to another person again. He'd hooked up with loads of people over the years in all quadrants of space, but he had trouble trying to find pleasure in those moments again. He remembered the feelings well, sure, but the memories replaying in his head didn't do anything for him anymore. His tastes had altered drastically.

His expeditious rise into a statuesque raccoon dreamboat thrust new desires upon him that pushed his buttons far harder than anything else ever could now. The utter enormity of his form - from the dramatic shift of his bodily proportions, the unimaginable tonnage of muscle mass crammed onto his formerly lithe frame, his monolithic crotch rocket that towered over practically everybody that he'd ever meet - all of that was what he wanted, and he never thought that he'd ever get the chance to experience that on a single other living person until literally this very moment.

Almost as quickly as it started, the toy that Quill had impatiently rammed into himself had ceased its growing, but that didn't mean that it had finished bloating him up. His muscle mass still surged beyond what he used to think was reasonable, fibres tearing and repairing themselves in an instant. Were his eyes not screwed shut in overwhelming pleasure, he'd see that he and the other raccoon god would be nearly eye level with him, yet he was planted squarely on his ass. He was procyonic titan, an inimitable representation of virile raccoon masculinity that men everywhere could only dream of. The only one who could ever come close was the man who endowed him with this accidental gift. He needed to thank the bounty hunter later.

'Later' came quicker than expected. The stimulation from the enlarged dildo still slamming his abused prostate took its toll on him, causing his actions to halt and his breathing to grow staggered. One last bounce was all that he could muster before he gave up, his colossal balls pulling towards his pelvis and releasing their combined produce.

Rocket snarled as he forced himself to maintain composure, but the fattest cock that he'd ever laid his eyes on spewing untold litres of raccoon spunk across the room was, hands down, the hottest thing he'd ever seen in his life. No doubt that the former human wished that returning to his previous species was an impossibility.

Quill had always thought that sex, and everything related to it, was great. He was good at it, but this was a whole other event that he was wholly unprepared for. And that's exactly why he loved it. If one were to ask him, he'd have said that the act had gotten stale and predictable, and there wasn't anything anyone could've done to liven it up in any way. He felt the same thing every single time he came.

But this... this was what he'd dreamed of for years. The sensation of having cum tanks that could fill a ship with his own musky jism was earth-shatteringly unbelievable, not to mention the feeling of possessing a monolithic spire of flesh that geysered it all out. The several tons of muscle mass that advertised his unparalleled virility was beyond words, but he still tried to think of anything to describe how much he positively adored it. Even the little things like his intoxicating musk, his fluffy fur that he'd grown to cherish, even the sensation of just being heavy... He treasured all of it like nothing else before. Fuck whatever he used to look like. This was him, now and forever.

Those final moments of sexual bliss seemed to stretch for an eternity, yet barely any time at all had passed when Quill rose off of the embiggened sex toy. He immediately became dizzy upon standing up, though he had no clue if it was from the lack of energy or the sudden vertigo from his newly gained height.

Rocket's eyes nearly fell out of his skull when he gazed up at the immensity that was the former human, now raccoon god. It took mere minutes to go from the largest living being in their quadrant of space to being outclassed by someone else, and he was no slouch!

Stamina finally flowing through his veins again, Quill could actually reflect on what he'd just gone through. "I get it." He nodded as much as his monstrous neck would allow. "I know exactly how you feel, and I totally understand it."

"Yeah." Rocket muttered through wheezing breaths. Seeing someone surpass the heights that he'd attained made him weak in the knees, and the sight of his leader's obelisk of a cock made his pucker twitch in arousal. "Oh. fuck me..."

"Sorry?" Quill cocked his head as far as it would go, the trapezius tickling his ear causing it to involuntarily flutter. "I didn't catch that."

"I said-" Rocket chastised himself for being so needy, but there was no reason not to express that with the only man who made him feel safe. "I said fuck me, Quill."

The command stunned Quill into silence, but that didn't indicate his refusal. "You sure? This thing could puncture a mountain."

Oh, he always said the right things. Rocket had considered himself to be a mountain, however this mountain was willing to be impaled. "I ain't been more positive in my life. I don't want the fake shit any more, I want a taste of the real thing." His panting grew more beleaguered by the second, warbling his voice with a hunger buried deep inside him that craved the only thing that could quell his heat. "I need that fuckstick in me right now."

The smaller raccoon's words pushed every button inside Quill. His hormones raged throughout his expansive form, igniting a fiery passion that sought to fulfill both of their desires. "I'll do it however you want it."

Rocket had already made the first move, tonguing the larger procyon's sweat-matted pectorals like he'd wanted someone to do to him. The taste was out of this world. It was familiar, as if his species really was that physiologically similar to one another, but it was still unmistakably a masculine flavour unique to his colleague. He craved more and more, clambering up to satiate his yearning.

Quill let the smaller raccoon do whatever his heart wished, knowing that it'd only make fucking him feel so much sweeter for the both of them. His cock instantly plumped up from the reverent adoration of his friend, now lover, with the bounty hunter flexing his muscled ass cheeks along the shaft. The sheer size of his pole hindered his advance due to fearing that he'd end up hurting the other man, but if there was anything that he'd learned since visiting that motel, it was that raccoons were hardy motherfuckers.

The sensation of being lifted in the air was one that Rocket normally _loathed_from years of people doing it to get under his skin, but it all changed this time knowing what it led to. As much as he tried to prepare for his imminent skewering, there wasn't much that he could do to get ready. Just about the only thing that he could think of was to raise his tail for entry, but he found that it'd already done that without him knowing. His body already knew what to do before he'd even thought of it.

An errant thought about requiring lubrication for the deed popped into Quill's head, only to dissipate when he realized just how much natural lube his bloated balls produced on their own. He brought the smaller raccoon's ass tantalizingly close to his tip until delicately contacting the other man's anal cleft, liberally smearing preseed along that rear entrance. Doubt vanished the longer that he did that; yeah, he was getting in there no problem.

Rocket would've cum then and there if he hadn't steeled himself beforehand. His nerves were electric with fervor, his tailhole hungry for cock. It'd been eons since he'd taken another raccoon, but it'd be an eternity before he'd stop, with this being the first time of many. It was time to take the plunge.

Slowly, but surely, Quill lowered the immensely thick raccoon stud onto his achingly hard shaft. Immediately he felt his prick being clenched down on, but it didn't hurt at all. In fact, it only enticed him further! More and more he sunk his lover onto his pole, making the confidence between them ascend through the roof as the smaller procyon god flexed his dimpled cheeks against his diamond-hard raccoonhood, as if asking for more. Oh, he'll be getting more!

A blissful moan erupted out of Rocket's mouth as his stretched asshole swallowed up foot after foot of tumescent cockflesh. The height disparity between them had gone back to being two feet, only there was so much more of both of them now that height by itself barely mattered. He'd actually thought a lot about what it'd be like to take his leader's dick, but the difference in authority at that point would've only soured anything that could've blossomed. But now? They were still unequal in size, for sure, but it put them on a level playing field compared to everyone else. They were in a league of their own.

After this he'd make it his mission to match his lover in size. While height might be a difficult thing to boost, he knew there were many easy ways to tack on more muscle mass. Who knew, maybe it would also inspire the larger raccoon to push himself to his possible limits, if either of them possessed any. The thought induced his swollen testosterone factories to gush forth a glob of precum. Yeah, he wanted that so badly.

Quill moaned hard when the procyonic titan lanced on his rod finally took him balls deep, an accomplishment that elicited a sudden harmony from the other raccoon. He had to hand it to his lover - he was absolutely correct in saying that the real thing beat out all other substitutes. The only problem was that, between his undulating pelvis and the bounty hunter's quivering pucker, the pair of them were likely to not last long thanks to their enhanced sensitivity. Best do what's possible to make this last then!

Rocket never presumed how incredible being fucked for real was compared to his daydreams. He absolutely had wanted to be plugged deep into his anal cavity by the fattest cock that he could find, but his thoughts were never this palpable. The member ramming into his eager asshole sent him into a sexual frenzy beyond his wildest imagination. This was real, and he craved more.

The way that the tinier raccoon beefcake clamped his tailhole tight on his pulsing shaft did little to halt Quill's thrusting. He built up a rhythm of slamming the other man down his prick to his pelvis, where veins slithered along to ensure that the area was properly enriched for pleasure. Every punch of his throbbing manhood into his lover's ass made the bounty hunter's balls crash into his abdomen, adding to the pleasure by magnitudes. They were made for each other from head to toe.

The more that Rocket held on and edged himself from release, the more that he knew that he was just prolonging the inevitable. His lover jackhammered his prostate with reckless abandon, an act which he loved because he knew that he could take it. The larger man might've been able to take on a continent and claim victory, but he knew that he was a powerhouse in his own right and was just as capable. He could lift spaceships - no, he could crush spaceships with his pecs alone, turning them into little discs of metal and glass as they found themselves wedged between his chest boulders. If only the thought alone made him bigger.

As much as Quill thrived in relentlessly fucking another man, a part of him craved having something else colossal shoved up his own ass. His gaze briefly flicked to the smaller raccoon's tool and instantly it made him ache for it to be plugging him up good. It was huge, and he knew that it could hit all the right spots. The thought by itself made his pucker quiver in unabated anticipation. Next time, he'd be the one to get fucked; his titanic lover deserved it.

Rocket couldn't be certain, but it almost felt like his ass cheeks had ballooned bigger since he'd woken up that morning. No doubt he'd worked them hard, but it was like they'd swelled up to make it easier to take in the other raccoon colossus. The idea bloomed into a new personal goal - bigger was better, so he'd make every part of his body bigger. Bigger ass meant that he could take his lover more easily, and he knew that the discovery would send the procyonic god over the moon. Bigger was better for the both of them.

Quill couldn't take any more stimulation. He'd held on for as long as he could, but the pleasure was just too much to handle. He managed two, slow bucks of his crotch before he slammed the other raccoon balls deep and cried out his name, expressing the love that he shared with the other muscle beast. His wrecking-ball orbs unleashed a flood into the awaiting bowels of the smaller procyon, absolutely flooding the little guy with virile spunk. The thought of it only made him pump harder, wanting to infuse more raccoon masculinity into his lover. He'd be able to use the donated essence to get bigger and plow him in exactly the same way. They'd end up as galactic, muscle-bound titans and he wouldn't have it any other way.

The cascading deluge of seed blasting deep inside of him broke open his own dam, shooting loads of potent ballbatter at the swollen torso of his lover like an unruly firehose. He'd never cum this hard before, not even when he'd fucked himself on the dildoes. It was an intense sensation that he started craving before having even finished experiencing it at that moment. The way that they both creamed themselves harder together than through any other means made him truly believe that they were meant for one another. They were a pair of missing pieces that finished each other's puzzle.

With explosive eruptions of masculine potency from the two most powerfully potent beings this side of the universe came an unceasing wave of exhaustion once the two of them were completely spent. They collapsed into a puddle of their own manly essence, neither of them caring one bit.

The room was totally trashed. The parts of the wall that were covered by that hideous, outdated paper now weren't, with the garish tapestry having been washed off completely by the forceful barrage of procyon cum. The carpet was swamped with musky raccoonbatter, but it was likely the nicest thing that had soaked into its fibres. Neither of them had even noticed, but the bed frame splintered into tiny pieces at some point during their lovemaking, yet the pair of them felt no concern. There wasn't a bed that they could use anywhere anyway.

Right now, the only thing that either of them cared for was each other, with them doing their best to cuddle up to one another in spite of their megatonnage doing its best to prevent it from happening. It was a perfect end to a perfect fucking.

Managing to actually get his snout close enough, Rocket smooched his lover on the cheek. "I love ya so much."

"I love you too." Quill nosed the other raccoon's trapezius, noting the delicious scent of fuck musk emanating from the sweaty fur. He chuckled. "Wanna know the best part about all this?"

"Hmm?" Despite his best efforts, Rocket was too drained to turn his body and face the other massive procyon.

With a mischievous grin spread wide across his face, Quill shoved his muzzle into the other man's ear. "The room will never not smell like raccoon man again."

"God, I hate how ya figured out how to turn me on so quick!" Between the rich, manly stench wafting off the two of them and his lover's honeyed words breathily whispered into his ear, Rocket could feel his manhood coming to life again. The problem then became that he no longer wanted to be in this room anymore. Being with the other raccoon Adonis made up for a lot, but he felt trapped in here, suffocating in a hellscape of tasteless decoration. But how would they escape? "Hey Quill?"

"Yo."

"How do we get out of here?" Rocket's voice had a tinge of anxiety intertwined. "I _might_be able to squeeze out of this place, but there ain't a snowball's chance in Hell that you're getting outta here without breaking something."

Quill thought about it for a moment, only to finally notice the wooden pieces of what used to be the bed frame next to them. He immediately came up with a plan, one that the both of them would enjoy. "Then maybe we'll have to do just that."