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"Wait, we're seriously back in the park?" Rigby blurted out when he finally whipped his head in the direction that the golf cart traveled. After riding on the streets for a few hours, the last place that he'd expected to be was back at work where he started the trip.

Mordecai grimaced as he saw the familiar sights of his workplace around him. "Yeah, dude, that's what the instructions are saying." He and the raccoon set out on an adventure to collect pirates' treasure after discovering a map hidden in a book that they used to prop up a broken leg of the sofa. They'd been all over the city in search of it, which made it particularly bizarre that they'd end up back at work of all places.

"Are you sure you're not holding the map upside down or something?" Rigby snatched the yellowed paper from the blue jay's hand to look for himself, rotating it in every which way.

"Doesn't matter what the map says when the compass always points in the right direction, dude," Mordecai flashed his friend the hunk of metal in his hand.

"Ah, true," Rigby split his focus between the dirt path of the park and the ancient map in his mitts. "Well, at least this makes it easy to hide the loot since our room's so close by."

Mordecai shrugged. "It's certainly anticlimactic, but it beats the hell out of raking the leaves, that's for sure."

As Rigby looked around, he couldn't help but notice something odd about their surroundings. "Say, Mordecai, why would pirates bury their treasure here anyway? Did this place used to be covered by water or something?"

"How should I know? History's not my strong suit." Upon looking at the compass needle never leaving its position, Mordecai furrowed his brow as he tried to stake out where they were meant to stop. "Well, I know we're going the right way for sure. What did they say to look out for?"

"Uh, hang on," Rigby studied the instructions left by the pirates closely, attempting to translate their affectation in his head. "Something, something, 'take forty paces until you reach the crossed trees'. Heh, imagine not having golf carts so you have to walk everywhere."

The thought got Mordecai to chuckle. "Sucks to suck." It was at that precise moment that the raccoon's words hit him, his eyes instantly going wide as dinner plates. "Oh, I know where that is!" He didn't give his friend any notice before veering off the path.

"Ahhh!" Rigby clung to the side of the cart during the brief moment that it only had two wheels touching the ground. "Hey, warn me next time!"

"Pfft, you're fine," Mordecai rolled his eyes before noticing that they were coming up on the place described on the map. "Okay, this should be it."

Rigby scanned the area, but he didn't see the specific trees illustrated on the paper at all. "Uh, you sure about that?"

"Trust me," Mordecai pulled up a bit further before parking the golf car. "Remember when those haunted trees were here and we chopped them down to make that bench?"

"You mean the haunted bench that attacked and possessed everyone and then we destroyed it and then turned it into a haunted bookcase that we then gave to Pops?"

Mordecai nodded. "Yeah, that's the one!"

"He's had that thing for a while now," Rigby gazed back in the direction of the old man's house. "You think we should check to see if anything's up with it?"

Mordecai paid his friend's concern no mind. "Eh, I'm sure he'd say something," he said. "Anyway, those were the only crossed trees in the entire park. I remember Benson telling me that they were really old, so I think those had to have been them. I just don't quite recall where they were though."

"Okay, let's see," Rigby darted ahead on all fours, surveying the land around them. "They were haunted trees, which should mean that where they grew was obvious."

"Spread out so we can cover more land." Watching the procyon take off in one direction, Mordecai headed in the opposite one. He squinted to try and identify if anything seemed off to him, but it was to no avail. That's when he heard the raccoon call out.

"It's over here!" Rigby waved his arms in the air to grab the bird's attention, seeing his friend hoof it towards him.

Their eyes met for the briefest of seconds before staring squarely at the ground at the gnarled remains of the trees in dirt corrupted from possession, then locking gazes and grinning. "Hm, hm, hm, hm, hm, hm!"

"Say," Rigby cocked a brow, "do you think it was the pirates haunting those trees?"

"Uh, I dunno," Mordecai scratched his chin in thought. "Do you remember if the bench spoke in pirate at all?"

Rigby was taken aback. "How should I know? I was one of the people possessed, remember? That day's pretty much wiped from my consciousness at this point."

Hearing that jogged Mordecai's memory. "Right, Fives helped me take that thing down. Good thing ghosts can't possess other ghosts."

"Alright, let's plunder this booty!" Rigby raced on all fours back to the golf cart where they stored the shovels that they carried with them the whole day. He far outpaced his friend, who actually panted upon meeting him.

Mordecai required a moment to catch his breath before accepting a shovel. "Dude, you _really_wanna do this thing, huh?"

"Mord, the adrenaline's pumping through my veins. I can practically taste the treasure!" His nostrils flared from air being forced through them, Rigby held the shovel high above his head before booking it back to the dig site, still faster than the blue jay in spite of using the same number of legs this time. "Let's get this thing!"

"Wait up!" Mordecai could barely keep up with the rambunctious raccoon, ending up as a wheezing mess by the time that he got back to where the trees used to be.

Rigby eyed the bird slumped over, using the shovel as a crutch to stay upright. "Jeez, out of shape much?"

"Dude," Mordecai spat out between panting breaths, "shut up."

Rigby could only smirk at his friend before turning his attention back to the corrupted dirt. "Pirates, thy loot is ours!" He exclaimed, slamming the blade of his shovel deep into the ground while he grasped onto the handle with both hands. His enthusiasm got him to scoop a few mounds of dirt before the blue jay even did one.

Mordecai found his resolve as he excavated the site with the procyon, the pair of them boring into the defiled dirt with gusto as the desire for finding the treasure pulsed through them. More and more dirt was flung over his shoulder, making him wonder just how deep it was buried, or if he actually got the right spot after all. Boy, that would be embarrassing.

Meanwhile, Rigby didn't stop for any such thoughts, his mind solely focused on digging as hard and as fast as he could, potentially ready to unearth the whole park if he had to. Despite being around half of the bird's height it didn't stop him from being able to fling the soil well over the ridge of the hole that they'd made, which was fortuitous lest he accidently ensconce himself in the loose dirt.

As much as he wanted this too, Mordecai felt his arms beginning to slow down, the sore blanket of exhaustion weighing down on him. He knew that he only had so much longer in him before he had to call it quits. Luckily for him his shovel struck something solid, his blade shifting dirt out of the way to reveal somewhat-rotted slabs of wood. "Yay-yuh!"

Rigby whirled his head around to see the triumphant bird pushing soil out of the way with his bare hands. "Did we just find the treasure?!"

It took Mordecai a couple of seconds, but eventually he could make out the distinctly curved shape of the pirates' chest, hauling it up out of its resting place so that it lay on the ground at his feet. "Yeah, we did!"

The pair of them instantaneously shot their hands up into the air and hollered at the top of their lungs. "Oooooooooooooooh!"

"Dude, come on, let's get it out of this hole," Rigby clasped onto one side of the musty chest, dragging it up the steep incline of dirt without his friend's help.

"Hey, slow down!" Mordecai could barely keep up with the overeager procyon, needing all his strength just to get himself back on flat ground. "Man, I can't believe we actually found it so fast!"

His nerves alight with excitement, Rigby couldn't stop his grin from spreading ear-to-ear. "I know! Now let's get it open."

Mordecai skipped over to where the raccoon was struggling to unlatch the rusted seal of the chest, a thought wriggling to the front of his mind. "Wait, stand back for a sec." Kneeling down in front of the pirates' trunk, he wound up a fist before pummeling the soft wood, his hand going right through it without injury. "Aha, I knew it! That's why you never bury your stuff in dirt."

"Ooh, smart!" Rigby watched with glee as the blue jay broke off more pieces of wood so that the two of them could get inside of the chest. He found his patience wearing thin, however, as he wanted nothing more than to view its contents, leaving him no other choice but to launch himself at the trunk, shattering it and spilling pieces of gold around it.

"Dude!" Mordecai shielded his face from the errant bits of wood flying toward him, a bit annoyed at the raccoon's antics.

Rigby paid his friend no mind. The treasure was all that he cared for, and he was overjoyed that he finally got what he'd set out to do that day. He hoarded all the gold and gems, keeping whatever his grabby hands could pull towards him.

Mordecai sighed as he palmed the side of his face. "Dude, quit fooling around," he scowled at the procyon, though felt his mouth fall slightly agape when he saw his friend putting on various trinkets. "Since when did you even like jewelry anyway?"

"Since I got it for free, baby!" Rigby boasted, punching his fists into the air and showing off the bracelets, necklaces, and earrings that he'd uncovered.

"Alright, let's get to splitting this stuff up," Mordecai bent down to collect some of the coins that the raccoon hadn't already snagged.

That got Rigby to sit straight up, a surprised expression plastered across his face. "Wait, split?"

Mordecai could only laugh at his friend's reaction. "Poor, predictable Rigby. You didn't think it was all yours, did you?"

"Well, uh," Rigby gulped, trying to think of whatever excuse that his brain came up with in order to hold onto as much of the loot as he could, "I thought we could take turns with it. Some days it's yours, some days it's mine. You know?"

Mordecai shot the procyon a sly grin. "I think it's better if we just divvy it up now. That way we both get half of it all the time."

That wasn't what Rigby wanted to hear, which made him pout in response. However, he ultimately acquiesced as the bird did help find it all in the first place. "Yeah, fine, we'll do it your way."

"I thought you'd agree with me," Mordecai watched as the raccoon grumbled while deciding which decorative pieces were kept while which were handed to him. He hummed as he mulled over whether he wanted the chalice or the weirdly anatomically correct heart of gold, when he noticed a glint of green amidst the pile of goods. "Hmm..." He reached over and grabbed at the trinket, discovering that it was an ornately decorated ring with a large, chiseled emerald stuck right in the middle of it. "Ooh, I like how this looks."

Rigby stuck his head up to see what his friend was up to, only to chortle when he saw what was picked up. "Oh, a ring? Finally gonna pop the question to Margaret?"

"As a matter of fact, I am! Probably." As much as Mordecai tried, his confidence wavered as he attempted to remain composed. "Maybe." A deep crimson blush lit up his face. "One day."

"Wuss," Rigby taunted the blue jay, thoroughly taking pleasure in seeing his friend squirm.

Mordecai glared at the procyon. "Dude, knock it off!" Ignoring the raccoon's barbs he slid the ring onto his finger, liking how it felt. "Oh, this is actually pretty nice."

"Man, this stuff still looks good for being covered in dirt for centuries," Rigby held some of the gold baubles up to his face as if to inspect them further. "You think these are all legit?"

"Yeah, probably," Mordecai paid little attention to his friend as he examined the ring, impressed with the gem-encrusted gold band that juxtaposed nicely with his blue feathers. He'd never seen an emerald quite this big before; it must've been worth a fortune! His finger twisted and turned as he scanned every aspect of the ring that he could, from the way that the gold seemed to be one continuous loop to how the gem was stuck in its slot. Wow, the craftsmanship on this thing was nothing short of astounding, and he couldn't stop marveling at the fact that he was currently wearing it!

Now grasped by his other fingers, he took a closer look at the cut emerald, perhaps expecting to see a sign of where the trinket came from. What he _didn't_expect, though, was for a green beam of light to shoot from the gem and illuminate his friend. "Rigby!" He shrieked, trying in vain to turn it off by whatever means that he could think of. He shook his hand as violently as he could, only getting it to stop when he eventually shifted the direction that his ring finger pointed in.

Rigby gasped when he felt the ray dissipate, his nerves on fire from the abrupt shock. Any jewelry that he'd been wearing was immediately cast off as he stood up, his body comprised of nothing but alarm. His heart nearly beat out of his chest as his fingers trembled. He thought for a second that something terrible had just happened to him, but his eyes painted an entirely different picture that his brain didn't expect to process.

To his complete surprise, the blast of energy left him entirely unscathed, feeling relief course through him. What it did, however, was imbue him with the power stored inside of the ring, only activating when the blue jay pointed it towards him. Now that the dust had settled he saw what the ring's power was - it made him ripped. Every part of his body that had muscle developed further than what they used to be, now looking like he actually cared about keeping himself fit instead of continually stuffing his face with junk food and soda. He looked like he'd become Skips' training partner, which astounded him given what he knew about the yeti's workout regimen.

Mordecai fell speechless when he witnessed the procyon's sudden embiggening at the hands of his piece of jewelry. He raced as fast as he could over to his friend, a tinge of anxiety plaguing his thoughts in spite of how well the raccoon looked otherwise. "Rigby, tell me you're alright!"

The sight of having actual, real musculature left Rigby in a state of awe, noting that this was probably the fastest that he'd gotten beefy in his years of working at the park. "Yeah, I think I'm good."

Relief washed over Mordecai as he felt his body unclench. He then turned his attention to his friend's muscles, a bit amazed at how pumped they seemed on the procyon's short frame. "Woah, is all that actually real?" He stuck his hand out to feel for himself.

Rigby swatted his friend's hand away from him. "Hey, hands off the merchandise!" With a grunt he grabbed onto himself, noting just how firm his body felt. He now had the chest of someone who'd been going to the gym for a number of years, with each one of his limbs matching. His biceps swelled as he expected them to, as did his quads, which tensed with aplomb when he focused on them.

"And?" Mordecai could only stand there and watch as his friend self-examined.

The moment of dread passing, Rigby felt himself crack a smile when he failed to find anything wrong with him. "Yeah, this is all me," he beamed. His hands continued to roam around his body, quickly sensing everything that it could in one area before moving onto the next one, only to stop when he got to his ass. While his trademark scar remained, it laid on top of a dimpled globe that flexed when he tensed it. He was a whole raccoon once more! "Dude, it gave me my cheek back. I got two butt cheeks again!"

Mordecai laughed at his friend's revelation. "Ah, what? There goes one of our nicknames for you." His amusement continued until his eyes fell to the procyon's crotch, his beak closing in an instant as he gazed upon the raccoon's girthy schlong. "Wait, were you always big down there, dude?" He pointed at where he looked.

Rigby followed the bird's finger, his jaw falling to the floor when he ogled his own meatlog, hanging limply in the air in front of his dangling orbs, which also somehow benefited from the blast of energy. "Um, well, maybe not _this_big, but, uh," he shrugged his bigger shoulders, "yeah."

"Huh." While it wasn't entirely what he predicted, Mordecai figured that it ultimately made sense in the long run given that he had no idea what the ring's power honestly was. This could genuinely make total sense and he just didn't know it.

Rigby, on the other hand, felt his suspicions rise as he looked over his larger form; the erotic nature of his changes had him feeling weird. "Say, what kinda pirates were these exactly?"

"I dunno, dude," Mordecai scrambled over to where they dropped the map, searching for any clue that he could find to explain what just happened to his friend, only stumbling across a depiction of the pirate crew aboard their vessel, "but apparently they needed a giant ship for only five guys."

"Right..." Rigby then shot a glance at the lanky blue jay before landing on the ring, an idea forming in his head. "Are you gonna try it on yourself too?"

Mordecai froze at the concept of using himself as a guinea pig for some kind of supernatural trinket, staring directly at the procyon with eyes bugged out. "S-Should I?"

"I don't see why not," Rigby reasoned. "We should rule out if this was a one-time deal or if it's got more juice stored in it."

Seeing as how his friend appeared to be absolutely fine, Mordecai couldn't find a fault in the logic. "Okay, here goes..." Unsure of how he managed to do it the first time, he fidgeted his fingers around the emerald, groaning when he couldn't make anything happen. That kept up until he stared down the barrel of the emerald, which then unleashed a blast of bright light at his face. It blinded him momentarily, falling backwards and stopping the energy beam dead in its tracks.

"Oh man..." He rubbed his eyes, attempting to make his vision stop playing a kaleidoscope of colours. Eventually success found him, which is where he made the discovery that the ring had actually affected him much the same way as his friend. "Woah!" Now it was his turn to radiate excitement.

"Dude, you're buff too!" Rigby watched as the bird felt himself up.

"Yeah, I am!" Mordecai pushed himself to his feet, taking special notice of how his legs didn't resemble sticks anymore like they had for decades. The same was said for his arms, which looked like they could actually lift some of the things that they were forced to haul at work, flexing different muscles when he moved them this way and that. He was over the moon! "Yo, this is awesome."

Rigby, meanwhile, giggled up a storm as he was eye-level with his friend's crotch. "Dude, you're totally exposed too now."

That got Mordecai to whip his head forward, his larger endowment staring him back in the face. "Woooooooooooah, I'm bigger down here too!" He gingerly held his own tool as he examined it.

The pair of them continued to check out the bird's dong before flicking their gazes up to meet the other's eyes, both of them smiling in unison. "Hehehe, hehehe."

"Oh, that makes me wonder!" With a spring in his step, Rigby bounded over to the rest of the treasure on all fours, grabbing as much of the other jewelry as he could.

"What are you doing?" Mordecai followed the raccoon, laughing as his friend waved all the different trinkets around.

Rigby grunted, his mouth contorting into a frown. "I wanted to see if the other stuff did the same thing." He alternated where he pointed every bauble in his hand, going back and forth between himself and the bird. Disappointment started overtaking him as nothing seemed to occur. "I dunno, do you feel any different?"

"Not that I can tell," Mordecai poked at his defined chest.

"Crap!" Rigby dropped the rest of the loot to the ground unceremoniously, it all clattering together in a pile. "Looks like the only cool thing here is the ring."

Hearing his friend's letdown had Mordecai purse his beak, though he was well-versed in how excitable his friend's nature could be. "Eh, the other stuff's plenty cool. We still struck out here!"

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Rigby sighed. As much as the uncovering of buried treasure still thrilled him, he wished that one of the other relics had some power that he could control. What he'd want to see he didn't know, but if they all did something as amazing as that little band did, then it'd be worth it for sure.

He looked back over at his friend, though couldn't help but quirk a brow. For some reason the blue jay caught his eye far more in this light, especially with the way that all those muscles - while a little bit smaller than his own physique - now cast shadows on one another, showing off just how much more space the other man's body took up. He felt a lump get caught in his throat - was the bird always this handsome and he just never noticed?

Mordecai looked back at his friend, a warm smile curling his bill. "Come on, let's get this stuff loaded on the golf cart so we can take it home. The faster we hide it, the faster we can either think of an excuse as to why we dug a hole in the middle of the park or fill it before anyone notices."

Rigby shook his head, snapping himself out of his musing. "Uh, yeah, you're right." Finding what little was left of the chest, Rigby loaded the treasure onto the curved wood, using it as a scoop to carry as much with him as he could. Heh, maybe he did get a little overzealous earlier - a bigger piece of the trunk would've been nice right about now.

Mordecai was about to do the same, though stopped when he observed how the raccoon's back undulated with every movement taken. It seemed like the two of them had been blasted with the same amount of energy, but his friend's shorter stature meant that the muscle mass concentrated along the raccoon's frame where it spread out on his. Truth be told he was a tad envious of the procyon's apparent luck in this regard. Then he spied the ring still on his finger, an idea forming in his head. Maybe he just needed a small boost to even things out - it would only take a second and then he could get back to helping. The other man would be none the wiser. Probably.

His focus directed elsewhere, Rigby grabbed as much of the treasure that he could, much of it still remaining at his feet. "Hey, how many trips do you think this'll take?" He called over his shoulder to the bird, though halting his walk when he heard nothing in return. "Mordecai?" Thinking that his friend didn't hear him he turned around to see what the blue jay was up to, only for his eyes to nearly fall out of their sockets when he saw the other man point the ring at himself. "Hey, why do you get to go again?!" He dropped the loot in his arms and sprinted.

Mordecai noticed the raccoon rushing towards him, feeling both alarmed that the now-heavier man was coming right for him as well as annoyed that his plan was a problem at all. "You got way bigger than me, dude. I wanna catch up!"

"But you just went. If anyone gets to go again, it should be me!" Rigby leapt at his friend, trying - and failing - to grab the ring for himself.

"No way, dude, your biceps are bigger than my pecs." Mordecai shoved the procyon to the ground with a satisfying thud. "I totally get to go again!" With that, he made haste all the way back to the golf cart, hoping that his long legs would put enough distance between him and the irate raccoon.

"No, I wanna get bigger!" Rigby pushed himself to his knees before chasing after the bastard bird. He snorted when he saw the blue jay climb up onto the roof of the cart, but a well-executed jump launched him on top, right beside the other man. "Come on, you're big enough already."

Mordecai grimaced when he realized that the shorter man was only a step behind him, twisting his body to keep the ring firmly in his possession. "Dude, shut up! You're bigger than me proportionally."

Rigby was about to say something but stopped. He looked at the bird's physique before checking out his own, still thinking that the other man was full of crap. "Proportions don't matter!"

Mordecai scoffed - the raccoon clearly didn't know what he was talking about. "Uh, proportions are the only thing that matters. Duh."

"STOP TALKING!" Incensed with the other man's words, Rigby lunged at the blue jay with the intent of swiping the ring for himself. He wedged his hands into his friend's grip, trying to feel for the piece of jewelry by force.

Not wanting to let the ring fall into the procyon's mitts, Mordecai attempted to clasp his hands shut as much as possible, though the other man was far stronger than he initially anticipated. While he still kept the band securely around his finger, he could feel it shift around in the scuffle. They continued to fight until a beam of green light blasted out from the ring, blinding them both. "Ugh..." He groaned, his vision returning after a few moments of the ray disappearing, only then realizing what the bolt of light meant. To his ultimate disappointment, he looked exactly the same as he did before. "Aw, what?"

"HA!" Rigby gloated as he loomed over the bird, his musculature twice as big as what it just was. Victory had never tasted as sweet as what feeling even heavier did, though his celebration was short lived as a sudden creaking sounded out before the pair of friends felt the roof of the golf cart give out, sending them hurtling to the ground in a destructive fashion.

Mordecai groaned as he pushed himself to his elbows to try and get out from under the lug of a raccoon, though he stopped when the reality of the situation caught up with him. "Oops, we crushed the cart."

The fact might've petrified Rigby at one point, though now he wasn't as nearly as perturbed. "Eh, not like we haven't broken it a ton already."

"Yeah, this ain't the first time," Mordecai righted himself, standing over the mechanical remains of their vehicle. "Still, that's something we gotta report so Skips can fix it."

Rigby remained unruffled about the abrupt annihilation of the cart. "Eh, it can wait."

"Yeah, later."

With the golf cart commotion out of the way, Rigby returned to checking himself out, loving how much meatier he'd gotten from the blast. "Dude, look at me!"

"Ugh..." Mordecai pinched the bridge of his nose - that should've been him right now.

Rigby was over the moon with his changes. While his physique before was certainly impressive, compared to what he looked like now he might as well have been malnourished. Still short in stature, his body now appeared closer in resemblance to their yeti co-worker with how swollen his bulging muscles were.

"Dude, check out my chest. I can totally see it now!" Indeed, his pectorals had jutted out into his peripheral vision, benefiting greatly from the intake of energy that the ring provided. So much beef had been stuffed under his brown-furred pelt that it all forced his thicker nipples to point at an angle towards the ground. That was only the start for his torso as it'd widened to make room for more muscle mass, with his cannonball-like shoulders pushed out farther than they used to be.

Stronger than steel cables were his arms, massive mounds of heft that bulged with might as he flexed them with glee. Very few times did he get to enjoy the bulk that he'd gained, and it was a shame as the sight of his biceps tensing into twin peaks inspired awe, not knowing that they did that. Heh, with the way that his arms ballooned out wider than his waist was less than ten minutes ago he might not need to leave the trashed cart lying on the ground for someone else to move, he could actually carry it back himself!

And his legs improved from the growth as well! Compacted on account of his diminutive demeanour, his thighs had bunched up into densely-packed balls of muscle that tensed with every step that he took. While they looked as thick as watermelons were, he was certain that he could effortlessly crush them between his thick quads. Man, it felt good to be huge.

Though Mordecai grew rather annoyed with the raccoon's slavish self-examination, he couldn't help but chuckle when he noticed something that his friend didn't. "I see you're enjoying yourself quite a bit," he pointed to the procyon's lower half.

Rigby raised a brow in confusion, looking down his front until his eyes landed on his girthy ass-plugger throbbing at full mast, already dripping with preseed as it slapped against his washboard abs. "Uh," his cheeks went beet-red as he stopped gripping his nips, a bit chagrined in the process, "yeah, I guess I kinda like this a little."

"Only a little?"

"Being big feels great, you should try it some time," Rigby shot back, verbally poking at the bird. It was then that a revelation hit him. "Hey, I think I'm heavier than my brother now." As if to demonstrate his increased weight, he pumped his fists out front of him in order to puff out his chest as much as it could go, showing how much more space his condensed form took up. "Suck it, Don!"

Mordecai slyly glanced down at the raccoon's pulsating cock, a wry grin adorning his face. "Would he?"

Rigby gulped as he saw what the blue jay did. "God, I hope not." That was one image he genuinely didn't want in his head.

"Well, it's definitely my turn now," Mordecai said as he repositioned the ring on his finger.

"What? No way! I wanna go again." As much as Rigby desired more size now that he had some, there was too much ground to make up between him and the bird that he'd never stop the other man in time.

"Shouldn't have been over there sucking your own dick then." With a smirk, Mordecai flashed himself with the ring, becoming illuminated in a brilliant glow of emerald light. This time, however, he made sure to keep it focused on him for a much greater period of time as he wanted to ensure that his proportions weren't going to be left behind.

Rigby slumped his boulder shoulders as he watched the outline of the blue jay grow as the light enveloped his friend. "Ugh, damnit..." At the very least he could observe what his own expansion looked like.

Feeling like a sufficient amount of energy had been shot into him, Mordecai flicked the ring in another direction so that he could proceed with his own self-inspection, and he liked what he saw! "Yeah, check me out!"

Much like the shorter procyon, he'd gained a significant amount of muscle mass that allowed for his chest to blimp out an entire foot from where his torso started, a fact that he physically verified as his hands couldn't get enough of the solid bulk that packed his pecs. That gave him an idea of what his mountainous back looked like despite not being able to see it, though he could feel how the different muscles writhed against one another as they fought for room. His traps in particular threatened to swallow his neck entirely as they rose up just below the base of his head, while his lats flared out wide and gave him a wingspan that any bird would be proud of.

And then there was what he was individually proud of - his tree-trunk legs. No more did he appear to be a weakling in the eyes of others with limbs the size of twigs, now he was a veritable stud with quads that cyclists the world over would kill to have. It put a vain smile on his face when he saw that he could flex his brawny thighs and have them touch, taking up all the room between them and pushing his dick out of the way.

That wasn't to say that his magnum dong wasn't anything to write home about as his turgid pillar was absolutely a monument to behold. Much longer than his friend's if not as thick, it surged up his sculpted torso until it reached the top of his brick-wall abs, carrying a pair of knee-knocker balls that pendulously hung below it, fattened with potent seed.

Mordecai smirked as he brought his arm in front of his face, watching as the biceps grew bigger than his head when flexed. "Hell yeah, I make this size look good!"

Rigby was inclined to agree as he witnessed the blue jay slaver over that blue-feathered form the way that he did to his own. His breathing sped up when he saw how much his friend genuinely enjoyed the size, vicariously feeling the thrill of that kind of enormity as he watched the bird fondle the longest shaft that he'd ever seen in his life. He had to shake his head when he realized that he could just feel himself up, yet a part of him wanted the pair of them to grope each other.

What had gotten into him all of a sudden - he'd never been like this before, so why was he crushing so hard on his best friend now? The answer didn't come to him immediately, but one popped into his mind the longer that he thought about it. It had to have been the muscles, there was nothing that made him feel this weird before they came around. That begged the question of how he'd handle his burgeoning feelings for the blue jay that he wasn't sure were mutual.

Ahh, he was getting in his head too much! He needed to focus on himself more and push these thoughts away and just get bigger. But wasn't growing larger the cause of these thoughts hitting him in the first place? Eh, he'd deal with that later. Time to get even huger!

"So," Mordecai side-eyed the pensive procyon with a roguish look, "you impressed yet?"

Rigby groaned at the blue jay. "Alright, alright, you just went and got as 'proportionally' big as I did," he used finger quotes to emphasize his earlier annoyance with the bird, "so now it's my turn again."

Mordecai snickered at the raccoon's irascibility, though he had to admit that the grump looked rather cute pouting while that swole. "Okay, fair's fair." With a flick of his wrist he pointed the ring at the other man, lighting his friend up with a dazzling gleam of green. He could see the shape of the procyon broaden out rather quickly, leading him to stop after a few moments had passed. "There we go."

Having still not become accustomed to how bright the light got, he had to rub his eyes to regain his vision, though when he did he got the shock of a lifetime. If he were considered huge before, now he'd be massive. For some bizarre reason the power of the ring declined to give him any height to work with whatsoever, yet it had no issue broadening his other dimensions as evident by how he now stood wider than he did tall.

That wasn't lost on him as his eyes were immediately drawn to the shadow that his body cast on the ground, colossal in size even when accounting for distortion. And then he noticed his chest, which now was permanently in his field of view at all times, though with how much rock-solid beef it had to contain it was significantly closer to his muzzle than he'd ever seen on another person before. This was awesome!

And that's when he also noticed that his arms couldn't quite reach across his torso like they used to, though it wasn't for a lack of trying. Positively bloated with thick muscle mass that weighed more on one limb than his entire body used to, he brought them up into the air to see them for himself, immediately recognizing that they'd grown thicker transversely than even the golf cart tires were. Forget lifting the cart, he might be able to lift Skips' house, or, hell, even Pops' house!

Things only continued staying huge as he went over the rest of his trunk. While there was no chance for him to see it now, he could feel that his abs had swelled into miniature mountain ranges themselves with how the peaks of the muscle group contrasted with the valleys between them. He didn't even need to flex them to know how much power was contained in them.

Goddamn, and then there was his titanic tool! While, yes, he'd always been particularly gifted and no one could understand why, never before in his life had he been quite this hung to the point that his cock could now nestle underneath his prodigious pec shelf. What impressed him even more than that was that he required more than one hand to encircle it now. He didn't know that was even possible, and yet it was staring him in the face. No one would dare call him small now!

Mordecai sniggered as he watched the raccoon be enamored with himself, but he wouldn't deny just how much he thought that that level of inconceivable bulk really worked on such a short frame. "Happy?"

"Hell yeah, dude!" Rigby abandoned all pretenses of decency as he groped his immensity, causing a few, thin rivulets of precum to dribble down to the base of his shaft.

"And now it's my turn again; hm, hm, hm, hm!" Mordecai shot the ring back in his direction, blasting himself with the beam of energy once more.

While Rigby was fascinated with his own tremendous stature, he couldn't stop himself from stealing glances at his friend's ascension, his eyes tracing around the bird's burgeoning form. All over his body tensed, a growing sensation of need welling up inside of him that he'd not felt in a good, long while, though never in a situation like this. That's when he felt a tightness in his chest occur, though not for any negative reason; he immediately knew what was up.

Shit, he was in love with Mordecai and he was only now coming to terms with it. It seemed like the huger that he got, the more that his basal urges came to the forefront, which included a longing for the blue jay. Well, stranger things have happened here anyway, so what did this matter?

For starters, his lower half felt particularly strange, like it craved the touch of the bird both inside and out. The realization forced his breathing to stagger as even a simple brush from his furry tail on his bloated ass cheeks got him flustered beyond belief. It caused him to think irrationally, not wanting to wait any further to address the sensation agitating him and grabbing his friend mid-blast.

The sudden tug on his arm snapped Mordecai back to reality as the ray simmered down, seeing the worked-up shortstack raccoon beside him. "Aw man, I wasn't done yet!" While he'd gained enough bulk to make him a couple hundred pounds heavier, his proportions still came out smaller than what the procyon's was.

Rigby grimaced, groaning as his fingers slightly twitched. "I know, I know, and I'm sorry about that."

Mordecai pursed his beak as he glared at the raccoon. "What gives, dude?"

"Uh, I think I might have a problem." Rigby barely croaked out, his pelvis flexing from need.

Mordecai sighed, his tone lowering as he watched his friend squirm on his burly arm. "What's going on?"

"Oh man, this is embarrassing, but, uh," the words struggled to leave Rigby's mouth, "I think--I mean I am getting kinda, well..." Try as he might - and he did as best as he could - he couldn't stop a rosy blush from spreading across the middle of his face. "Horny..."

Not expecting to hear that, Mordecai's eyes went wide with surprise. "Oh, um," he reciprocated with his own blush, "do you... want me to give you some privacy?"

"I..." Unable to hide his intentions any longer, Rigby decided that it was best to just spit it out. "Mordecai, I need you to do me a solid."

"Uh, okay. What do you need me to do?"

Rigby sighed, his eyes shutting from shame. "I need you to do me with your solid."

Mordecai palmed his face. "Dude, you couldn't have thought of any other way to phrase that?"

"Shut up! I can't think straight when I'm like this." Feeling his prick slap against his shredded torso and leaving the fur matted with precum got Rigby to refocus his energy on his plight. "Just... help me with this, okay?"

If there was one thing that Mordecai didn't like doing, it was leaving his friend stranded with problems that he might have a chance in helping solve. "Alright, alright, what do you need from me?"

Steeling his nerves, Rigby just came out and said it. "I totally need you to fuck my ass."

"Uhhh..." Mordecai felt anxiety pulse through his body like his heart beat did - this is the farthest that he'd ever gotten with anyone in his life. "Okay, um... bend over, I guess?"

"Yeah, okay," Rigby couldn't believe that this was actually happening to him. He'd never even considered sleeping with another guy before, and now he was about to be railed by the sexiest one that he'd ever laid his eyes on. He was a mess of emotions, and it got hard trying to come to grips with how much he _really_wanted this to happen. "No homo though."

Mordecai nervously chuckled as he watched the raccoon get into position, displaying dimpled ass cheeks that seemed like they could dent the hood of a car just by sitting on it. "Yeah, dude, this is totally no homo. Just a couple of bros helping each other out." The sight of his friend's chest touching the ground while on his hands and knees got him harder than anything else in the world did, and he slid his tumescent shaft right in the cleft of those buns of steel.

The sensation of the other man's leviathan rod that close to his winking hole got Rigby more hot and bothered than by merely looking at it. "Just guys being dudes," he said to himself, mentally begging the blue jay to get on with it.

"Exactly. There's nothing gay about this!" While that might've been true to start with, the fact that Mordecai's plump orbs contacted the procyon's put the kibosh on that right away. "Oh wait, I think I just made it gay."

"Ah, you ruined it!" Rigby grumbled, though internally thanking the bird. "Whatever, just fuck me already."

"Alright, alright." His own length oozing translucent preseed from the tip, Mordecai gripped one of the shortstack raccoon's pert cheeks and parted it, though he could feel the strength balled up inside of it as it flexed in his grasp. That only got him to leak harder.

While he absolutely adored the sensation of his ass getting fondled - which got his face to go flush once more - the heat engulfing his lower half wasn't about to go away from outside touch alone. "Ugh, what's taking so long back there?"

"Dude, chill. I've never done this before!" Seeing a perfect opportunity, Mordecai glided his hand along his prodigious pole, slathering his fingers with his pre as he formulated what his next move should be. "You're my first, okay?"

Rigby wanted to turn his head to face the blue jay, but found that he couldn't with his traps rising to the base of his ears. Nevertheless he still didn't believe what he'd just heard. "Wait, seriously?"

"Uh, yeah? Haven't you seen me strike out before?" Mordecai admired how his friend's tail remained well out of the way of his manoeuvring.

"I, uh..." Rigby gasped as he felt one of the bird's fingers enter his tight back entrance, his nostrils flaring and his muscles tensing when a second one joined the party. While a third one penetrating his tailhole also got him breathing through his nose pretty hard, he started getting used to the sensation and began being able to handle what the blue jay could give him. "I always thought you had experience and that I was the only virgin here."

"Oh god, this is gonna be a disaster." Feeling that the procyon was sufficiently loosened up - or as much as his inexperience led him to believe - he started the arduous task of lining his titanic tool up with the raccoon's pucker and feeling around as he couldn't see what he was doing anymore. Even though he couldn't quite get his fat log of avian fuckmeat inside yet, he was still able to smear enough pre that the tip just managed to penetrate the other man's back door. Finally!

While Mordecai had grown relieved that the hardest part was seemingly over, Rigby had bit down on his index finger as the feeling of his virgin tailhole getting parted sent him reeling. His own girthy hog splattered a load of precum all over the ground, pooling on the grass below him. Taking inch after agonizing inch of the bird's admittedly thick cock elicited spasms from his body that he couldn't control even if he wanted to.

"Dude, why are you squirming so much?" Mordecai grew a tad frustrated as the raccoon's hips kept wriggling in his grasp.

"Because this is weird and different, okay?!" Rigby asserted, his anal cavity clenching down on his intruder.

That got Mordecai to hiss as he felt his prick enveloped on all sides by his friend's hole. Regardless, they both wanted this badly, and he wasn't about to stop from a little resistance thrown his way. Carefully he plunged his rod further inside, feeling the way that the raccoon's inner walls caressed his turgid jayhood. It got him to moan as his overly sensitive obelisk was assaulted.

Hearing the bird moan first was a win in Rigby's books, though he followed right after when he felt more of his asshole getting gaped by his friend. How had neither of them ever tried something like this before? Maybe it only felt this incredible when they were huge, which would make sense that he'd never considered anal sex in the past. Just the feeling of having another hardbody grasp his swollen physique got him leaking like a broken faucet.

To Mordecai's surprise he felt the shortstack procyon take just about every last inch of dick that he had to offer, the other man's pucker nearly touching the base of his cock. Shit, this was better than he imagined it to be, with a man or woman! Feeling the impossible size of the raccoon's muscle mass in the palms of his hands certainly helped, and he couldn't get enough of how much his friend's ass cheeks had blimped on account of the ring. That was definitely a find for the ages.

Eventually Rigby could feel that his pucker had accepted everything that the blue jay presented, not caring that their balls were kissing anymore. His whole being was electric with pleasure, his nerves going haywire on account of his body having become overly sensitive in his ascension. Another moan escaped from his mouth, though louder and longer than before. Now that his bowels had been thoroughly stuffed he impatiently awaited for the next part to come.

Mordecai, too, felt euphoric bliss overtake him, nearly causing him to double over onto the raccoon's amply broad back, which he wouldn't have minded given its delicious thickness. However, now that he'd bored his way in, he needed better support if he was meant to fuck his friend. That led him to trailing his hands up the procyon's wide trunk, his nostrils forcing air out when he felt the other man's colossal beef for the first time. It exhilarated him that he couldn't dent any of it with his fingers - it was all just too damn solid!

And while it wasn't like Rigby didn't like that, he was growing irritable the longer that the blue jay wasn't pounding his rear. "Come on, dude, just get this over with already."

"Man, you try being in my position," Mordecai shot back. "I can't help myself, this feels really good!"

"And you try being in mine." The feeling of vexation rising once more, Rigby clamped his anal canal as hard as he could, reveling in how the thick member of the bird refused to yield to his unbelievable.

That didn't mean that Mordecai wasn't affected as his fingers curled from the overbearing pleasure rocketing through him at that moment. He doubled over, his massive pectorals pressing firmly against his friend's back as he tried to free his schlong from the preposterous grip that the raccoon's ass possessed. Once free he sighed, but knew that they'd only just begun. Now it was time for the fun to start.

With a steady rhythm being developed in his tailhole, Rigby felt his arms naturally buckle from ecstasy pummeling his swollen form. His head followed suit, landing squarely in the middle of his meaty forearms as the repeated bucks coming from the bird loosened him up further than he knew was possible. He let out a satisfied groan as the frequency of fucking grew, genuinely happy that the day turned out like this in the end. He'd barely even remembered the rest of the pirates' treasure at this point.

Meanwhile, Mordecai could barely even form coherent thoughts as the stimulation shooting from his cock into his brain overloaded it and caused him to thrust harder, his speed quickening the better that the sex felt. He'd begun jackhammering into his friend, wanting to make this as good for the both of them as he could as he knew that the raccoon behemoth could take the pounding. Hell, even though he knew that the other man could stretch him out wider than he was doing to the procyon, he knew that he could easily handle whatever the raccoon could throw at him. Heh, that was probably the muscles talking.

Rigby's tongue lolled out of his mouth as he got railed by the blue jay, his eyes screwing shut as the unimaginable pleasure consumed him. The feeling of getting his prostate flattened over and over again pushed him ever so much closer to the edge of climax, especially with how the bird treated it like a button hardwired directly to the pleasure centre of his brain. He was beside himself in delight at how well he was taking everything, though he wasn't sure how much longer he'd last. His prodigious pole was throbbing too much to make him think that he could keep this going for a while still; edging was an impossibility with his lack of experience.

But it wasn't like Mordecai was faring any better. He sucked in air through gritted teeth as he struggled to maintain his composure, his cock ready to fire at a moment's notice. It wasn't what he wanted, of course, but he didn't have much of a choice in the matter. The way that his pelvis slammed against the raccoon's globular rear intensified his libido in the same manner that their crashing testosterone factories did, heightening his arousal tenfold each time. It was all so much to handle, and he didn't think that he could--

In actuality it was Rigby who came first, way too inundated with euphoria from getting drilled by the blue jay beefcake to last a second longer. His fat cum tanks pulled up to his crotch as his prostate bloated his taint out as far as it would go before feeling his cock throb and gush out virile raccoonbatter like a firehose. He coated the ground with his musky output, pooling in whatever divots that it came across before moving across the grass.

The sight of the procyon busting the fattest nut in the world momentarily got Mordecai to break his concentration, which then cascaded into his floodgates being breached as his cumpipe bulged with spunk that it then spewed into the raccoon's inner walls, painting them a pearlescent white. Hot, creamy jizz deluged the shortstack's anal cavity, rushing to fill the other man's bowels. Oh yeah, he was glad that he waited this long for his first time - nothing could've ever topped this.

Now having untold litres of seed overwhelming him, Rigby only jettisoned cum faster, his balls working overtime to unleash everything that they'd produced over the relatively short little while that he'd been huge. The whole experience had been burned into his brain; from the sight of the bird growing before his very eyes, to the smell of his musk when he found his nose intoxicatingly close to his pectorals for the first time, there wasn't a way that he'd ever forget that day if he tried.

Mordecai's pendulous orbs audibly churned as they geysered countless loads of his jism up the raccoon's chute. He found himself on cloud nine with the impossible amount of gratification radiating throughout his body, almost as if his soul had orgasmed along with the rest of him. In spite of his thick, pulsing pillar doing its damndest to plug up the procyon's rather tight hole, he'd blasted so much cum into his friend that it'd begun pouring out past his dong in a stronger fashion than it went in, much to his surprise.

After what felt like several eternities had passed, Rigby felt himself completely spent and collapsed to the spunk-covered ground, though he didn't have far to go given that his bloated chest practically had been touching it the entire time. That had to have been the best that he'd ever felt, and a part of him was already looking forward to the next time. He felt the blue jay's swollen form crumple on top of him as the flow in his ass petered out, though he barely felt the additional weight as he'd grown dense enough to not register it.

The pair of them felt just about ready to pass out, yet they both managed to weakly raise their fists in the air and call out, "Oooooooooh," before letting gravity affect them once more, all without making eye contact with one another. The bond between the two of them was stronger than most people's.

It took a bit before either of them regained their strength, though Mordecai managed to do so first. He needed a second to regain enough strength to push himself to his knees, feeling the bare minimum required to do so come back to him. That led to him landing on his ass as he lost his balance when his hand slipped on their combined pool of cum. He sighed in bliss. "Oh dude, that was awesome."

"Yeah," Rigby wheezed out through panting breaths. "Who'd have thought this was how our day would end?"

"Who said it had to end already?" Mordecai chuckled, though still incredibly tired.

It took Rigby everything that he had, but he managed to flip himself over onto his embiggened back, weakly shucking the cum from his colossal pecs onto the rest of it below him on the ground. "You raise a good point," he laughed.

Mordecai only then surveyed the area around them, whistling when he noticed just how much seed the raccoon shot out in such a short amount of time. "Dude, you really made a mess of this part of the park!"

While Rigby couldn't quite move his head much in any direction - both because he was more tired than he'd been in ages and that his traps simply wouldn't let him - he could still recall just how far his cum traveled before his flood dissipated. "Jeez, yeah. It would actually take me ages to be _this_productive."

"Heh, I bet Eileen would love to know the thought of her made you cum that hard," Mordecai gave his friend what he thought was a soft punch to the meaty shoulder, though the procyon wouldn't have cared either way.

That got Rigby to blush the hardest that he'd had that day so far. This was it, the moment that his confession would come out; it didn't matter if he was ready to do it anymore because he couldn't hold it in any longer. "Uh, I kinda wasn't thinking of Eileen through all that."

Mordecai arched his brow. "Who were you thinking of then?"

Rigby's expression dropped, his bewilderment palpable. "Seriously, man?"

"I dunno!" Mordecai shot back, not sure of what the raccoon was getting at.

"I was thinking of you, genius." Rigby's face went flush, trying to cross his brawny arms along his prodigious chest, only to fumble when he realized that he couldn't anymore. His gaze flicked back and forth between the empty sky and the bird, who'd begun snickering at him.

"Ha, that's totally gay!" Mordecai pointed at the procyon, full-on laughing at the swollen shortstack.

The pure anger that welled up inside Rigby tensed up his musculature, making his body appear even bigger than it was. "SHUT UP!" While it burned him that the blue jay mocked his heartfelt admission, it still felt good to get off of his massive, sumptuous chest. "It's kinda hard to think of anyone else other than the hot guy currently dicking me down," he shot a glance back at the bird, an errant thought crossing his mind. "Were you honestly thinking of Margaret the whole time?"

It was Mordecai's turn to blush profusely, which contrasted greatly against his blue facial feathers. "Uh, well--"

"Ha!" Rigby's laugh boomed across the area that the two of them were in. "You had big gay feelings for me too!"

"Ugh..." Mordecai buried his face in his hands, noticing that the action was a tad more difficult than usual thanks to all of his immense bulk. That made his cock throb a little back to life.

"It's fine, dude," Rigby rolled over once more now that he'd recovered enough of his vigour back, pushing himself to his feet as he kept his eyes trained on the bird in front of him. "It's not like I'm upset at it or anything. I'm actually kinda really happy that you feel that way too."

Mordecai sighed. "I know," he said, accepting the raccoon's help to get him upright. "It's just that... we've been friends for so long that I didn't know if I should act on these feelings or not." His fingers found themselves meshed together as he spoke. "You know, I didn't want our friendship falling apart like other people's did when they slept with their friends."

"Oh, you mean like celebrities? We're nowhere near famous enough for that to happen," Rigby chuckled, though glanced longingly at the blue jay - the other man really was as handsome as he'd thought. "But I'm happy that I got to do this with you of all people." A big, goofy grin on his face, he lunged at his friend and brought him into a big hug, nuzzling into the bird's winglike lat.

"Yeah, me too," Mordecai found that the raccoon's smile was infectious as his mouth involuntarily curled upwards. A quick peek up at the area around them led him to remember that they'd trashed the golf cart earlier, alerting the procyon with a quick squeeze of his boulder shoulder. "Hmm, we really should get the cart to Skips so he can fix it."

Rigby's face lit up as he thought of a brilliant idea, jumping in front of the blue jay to establish eye contact. "I'll play you in Punchies to see who has to haul it back to his house!"

Mordecai rubbed the back of his bull neck as he grimaced. "Eh, I don't think that's such a good idea. We're too evenly matched in strength now."

"What? It's a great idea!" Rigby couldn't believe what he was hearing. "It means that I have a chance to win now and that's got you scared."

"Not really, dude. At our size, we can both give and take hits a lot better now," Mordecai stated matter-of-factly, demonstrating with a forceful punch to his friend's meaty arm that didn't make the raccoon flinch at all. "We're be here forever and still not figured out who wins."

Rigby pursed his lips when he understood what the bird was getting at. "Oh, yeah, I could see that happening."

Mordecai nodded, though a horrifying thought then hit him out of nowhere; it wasn't just the vehicle that needed fixing - they still hadn't taken care of the hole in the ground and there was probably a pond's worth of their cum covering the land that surrounded them. He gripped the procyon's shoulders as alarm bells sounded in his head. "Dude, we gotta clean all this up before Benson gets back!"

"Man, what are you worried for? He's not gonna wanna piss us off because we're huge now! What's the worst that could happen when he sees us? He fires us?" Rigby laughed, only for his smile to fade when he saw the blue jay glowering at him. "You're right, let's get started."