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Flying alone through the oppressive vacuum of space was a particularly lonely experience that barely anybody wanted to endure. Pockets of the universe had no one around for light-years, meaning that the planet that they came from was likely the last time that they'd see someone else for ages. For some, it was anxiety inducing, while for others, fear. Very few people felt otherwise.

For Rocket, however, it was a reprieve from the rest of the Guardians. He'd groan whenever they yammered on and on about something that he just didn't give a shit about while ignoring the input that he'd give. Truth be told, he didn't actively hate his teammates at all, he just felt like his abilities were taken for granted at times and that his talents could be better suited elsewhere.

But all that changed when he finally got asked to fly on a solo mission. It was great! He loved working alone - no one around to nag him that something else had broken down and that he needed to attend to it that very moment, no one to tell him that he'd been spending too much time working on his own personal projects that nobody else cared about, no one to chide him in that he should stop masturbating so much and to get out more... It was just him and the emptiness around him. He was at peace.

And the best part was that he was there for a purpose. A whole lot had happened over the years, with most of the universe in turmoil at one point or another. Conflict raged on across entire galaxies, and while nearly all of them were resolved in one way or another, there was still a lasting impact felt by all.

In the midst of the fighting, all six of the Infinity Stones had been scattered across the cosmos after being collected and used. Their locations had since been lost, and untold numbers of people had been searching for them to have the power of the Stones for themselves. It was only recently that one had been discovered.

Which is where Rocket came in. The Guardians were the first to hear of the Stone's whereabouts, sending the raccoon to retrieve it since he was the most familiar with the quadrant of space where it was held. He had the added benefit of being the smallest member, meaning that he could effortlessly sneak into the facility undetected. He just needed to get in, get out, and leave everyone else none the wiser. Easy.

His gaze flicking between the dashboard of his tiny vessel and the open universe in front of him, he started wondering just where exactly this planet was supposedly located. He was beginning to get into an area of space that he wasn't intimately familiar with. The quiet stillness around him had him perplexed, and he scratched his chin in thought as he contemplated a potential backup plan if this one was unsuccessful.

They weren't given a false location, right? He was there when the Guardians discovered the coordinates of the Stone, and it seemed legitimate to him as well as the others. There was at least a consensus on the matter.

He made the decision to stop. Formulating other ideas, he flicked a few switches to broaden the searching capabilities of his radar, something that could only be done not moving due to the limited capabilities of the ship that he was sent in. That wouldn't have been an issue were he allowed to tinker on it like he'd wanted to.

Frustration mounted inside of him as nothing continued popping up on the screen, making him about to lose hope when, finally, he saw something appear. "Yes!" A faint blip called out to him, the energy signal clearly powerful enough to reach him despite it being so far away. It was something big - potentially exactly what he was looking for.

It took no time at all for him to zoom off to the planet that he'd just located, thanks to ignoring the others in saying not to fit hyperdrive boosters onto the ship; hey, he knows his way around this stuff better than they do, they can thank him later.

The planet that kept the Stone left him a bit perplexed. It was barren and dusty, looking like it hadn't contained life in quite some time. He cocked his head as he thought about why it was even here in the first place. There was clearly a facility in view, like what was mentioned to him, but the arid wasteland around it looked too inhospitable to keep people around for long. The only obvious explanation was that everyone was inside, there was nothing else that made sense to him.

Finding the perfect spot to have his ship be obscured just in case, Rocket landed, kicking up a cloud of dust in the process. He could tell right away that rain was a thing of the past on this planet.

"Alright, ya bastards, what do you got for me?" He mumbled to himself as he clambered out of the ship and onto the planet's surface. Vigilance was of the tallest order, one that he called himself to as he peeked around a jutting rock face, noting that the entrance to the facility was unguarded. Maybe this would end up being easier than he initially thought it'd be!

The creaking of the giant metal door made him cringe as he realized that he might've just given his position away. He hid behind a nearby boulder, waiting to see if someone would investigate the random disturbance, but to his ultimate confusion there was no one coming, not even to shut the door. The circumstances of this mission kept getting weirder and weirder. It made him wonder if he should've come here with some backup just in case.

Carefully, he plodded back up to the door, slowly glancing inside to see if the coast was clear. Again, there was no one to be found. His fight-or-flight reflex was pounding alarm bells in his head, but the possible treasure kept within pushed him forward into the complex. He cursed his natural raccoon curiosity.

The place was quiet - extraordinarily too quiet, if one were to ask him. The serene nature of the facility made him feel like he was the only one around for lightyears. It was eerie, and made him gulp as he wandered around the place.

He was almost tempted to call out to see if anyone else was there. Had he not seen the pulse on his radar, he'd have thought that he was in the wrong location entirely, but something was clearly sending waves of energy through the place that he'd felt upon entering. The logic somehow worked, he just didn't know how.

The complex that he found himself in was huge, leaving him traipsing into dead ends and looping hallways left, right, and centre. It left him frustrated that he didn't have some sort of map to guide him, but he guessed that it might make him a better salvager if he didn't have to rely on stuff like that. Still, it would've been nice to have.

Rocket perked up when he felt the energy grow stronger. With a spring in his step, he meandered closer to where he imagined his goal would be. He had no idea what to expect; would there be a litany of traps to deal with? Maybe that's where all the people in the place were and they knew that he was coming, ready to ambush him when he least expected it. The worst possibility was that this was something else entirely, but he tried to push that out of his head altogether.

A faint glow at the end of one hallway confirmed his suspicions that he'd been in the right place the whole time. He could tell right away that he was dealing with the Power Stone, which was definitely one that he didn't want falling into the wrong hands; honestly, he felt that way about all of them. Gradually he made his way closer, seeing more of the colour radiate brighter the nearer that he got. He grew hesitant, but still pushed forth...

...And was flabbergasted when all he saw was the Stone being suspended in the air by a beam of energy shooting out from a pedestal. He actually found the fucking thing, but why was it so easy? Where was everyone? "The Stone is just out here like this? Unprotected?!" It made no sense. This was clearly put here by someone - or some_thing_ - but there wasn't anyone around for miles. Who did this and why?

But he wasn't here to care about the logistics of the situation. He had a job to do, and he was going to do it. "Screw it, I'll just grab the damn rock and get out of he-"

A bright flash of light burst from the Stone the second that his hand drew close to it, nearly blinding him in the process. He barely had any time to process what was going on before he felt himself being targeted by the awesome might of the Stone. Energy shot into him through a ray of power aimed directly into his open mouth, with several smaller other ones arcing along his body.

The energy blasting into him pulled him upward, levitating him off of the ground to fully intake all that the Stone wanted to give him, leaving the procyon at its mercy. He didn't even get a chance to say anything, his mind awash in all the power cascading through his diminutive form.

Rocket felt like eons-worth of pent-up energy channeling into him like a vessel, clearly having not been used by those who controlled it before. He couldn't move, not even an inch. Every single part of his body was frozen in place. And yet, he felt more vigourous than he usually did, no thanks in part to the Stone's power; that's what it was designed to do, after all.

And as quickly as it started, the ray of energy ceased, sending Rocket hurtling unceremoniously to the ground below him. Panic raged through him as he failed to understand what he'd just endured. He almost couldn't tell that he was in the same place as before.

All of that happened literally within the span of a few seconds, as confirmed when he checked his wristwatch. He couldn't believe what just happened! It felt like time had slowed to a crawl and that he'd been suspended in the air for hours, but reality told him otherwise. His breathing, however, hadn't returned to normal just yet, leaving him sputtering as he picked himself up.

His heart beat a mile a minute, nearly out of his chest as he steadied himself. Frenzied consternation pumped through his veins, especially when he noticed that wisps of the Stone's essence crackled around him, giving him an otherworldly aura of power that belied his frightened appearance.

Eventually, though, his heart rate started to slow as he looked over himself, realizing that he was still in one piece, still the same raccoon bastard that he always was. His blue jumpsuit looked no worse for wear, with even the patches that he'd sewn on remaining attached despite all of that.

It honestly amazed him at how alright he actually was. Every single part of him looked no different, not even a single hair on his frame singed from the blast. For the first time since leaving the Guardians that day, a smile actually wormed its way across his face.

Yeah, he was just fine, great, in fact! The power whirling inside of him made him feel incredible, like he could take on the universe. He just couldn't believe his luck. "Well... that was someth-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence before his arm abruptly exploded in size, untold pounds of beef instantaneously stretching his hide. The sleeve of his jumpsuit shredded into confetti, slowly falling to the floor. The added weight threw him off balance, sending him careening to the hard, metal ground as his limb ballooned in size to the point where it far surpassed how much the rest of him weighed.

And yet it didn't stop. His arm stretched farther than it did before in order to accommodate the densely-packed muscle mass continually piling onto his frame. In a matter of seconds, it looked like he was a giant raccoon arm with a little body attached.

Rocket had no idea what to make of his unexpected predicament, only wishing that he could return to normal and not be so lop-sided anymore. Only part of his wish would be granted as the power began to push back into the rest of him. Like his limb, the pectoral closest to it burst from his jumpsuit, already swollen with musculature.

The other one followed suit, the muscle fibres tearing and repairing themselves as they shredded the top of his suit, leaving the material in thousands of ribbons on the ground. His chest rose high into the air, already taller than he was standing up, and beginning to become just as thick as his body stretched out. His formerly lithe shoulders now broadened wider than even Drax's, making him look tiny by comparison as his deltoids joined in on the fun by shooting past the size of cannonballs. That let his traps in on the action by bloating outward along his now-wider frame, positively swallowing his neck without him getting a chance to react to it.

Then came the rest of his torso, which quickly matched the rest. His trunk pulsed out wide to stay in line with his shoulders, hundreds - if not thousands - of pounds of delicious procyonic muscle stacked onto his gorgeous physique, bulging out muscle groups that he wasn't even aware that he had.

His back blew up in a violent eruption of tremendous bulk that dented the metal beneath him as it swelled into mountainous peaks and valleys. His thickness had grown monstrous, now dwarfing the height of colleagues when measured from the bottom of his traps to the top of his pecs. Then there were his lats that flared out wide, broad and flat enough to land his ship on, though the Guardians' cruiser might be more appropriate at this rate.

The growth continued to his front, where his lithe stomach had torn open his jumpsuit to reveal abs the size of concrete blocks, and only getting bigger from there. If there were another one of him there at that moment, he wouldn't be able to hold one of them in his hand as they'd swelled larger, and tougher, than any man-made wall. They rose and fell by feet with every single one of his quaking breaths.

Of course, he wouldn't remain that top-heavy for much longer. Like his torso, his lower half joined in, consuming the power forced inside of him and continuing his expansion. It completely burst the jumpsuit from off of his body, leaving it totally unrecognizable amidst the destroyed gadgets that he kept in his pockets.

What were once slender thighs that benefited from his constant movement now were grotesque slabs of beef, thick and loaded with sinewy bulk that only kept inflating his quads as the seconds ticked away. They fought for what little space there was between them, pressing against one another even with his widened stance. There was simply too much muscle mass in the way to allow them to flourish, so they opted to lengthen to keep going. Nothing would hinder his growth.

Not to be outdone, his calves also exploded, very slightly at first until they pushed past the width of his leg. They tightened as his body became more inundated with sumptuous beef, thickening to the point where bodybuilders would be jealous before rocketing past that entirely. Now they weighed more than the biggest of heavyweight competitors, even growing stronger than what they were capable of despite not being close to the biggest muscles on his ever-expanding frame. If only those men could get a taste of what he was experiencing.

But his growth didn't stop there. Not something that he usually paid attention to, his ass absolutely ballooned along with the rest of him, bloating up as if connected to some kind of muscle compressor. In a fraction of a second they'd grown to become dimpled glutes reminiscent of someone who practically lived in a gym before developing into something else entirely. His globular cheeks _demanded_to embiggen but had nowhere to go, so they began denting the floor, forcing it to give to allow for their majesty to continue expanding. Regardless of what the facility was meant for before, it was now the place of origin of a burgeoning procyonic titan.

And what would a raccoon colossus be without a crotch rocket that made men the universe over envious? Rocket moaned with atavistic ardor as his schlong - impressively huge on his original body - fattened well beyond his wildest dreams, becoming a spire that jutted up until it hit the ceiling. It'd evolved into a remarkable entity in its own right, rivaling the rest of his still-swelling body in size. Veins as thick as his arm used to be snaked along the vast pillar of raccoonhood like roads along a map made of cockflesh. They pulsed as his heartbeat synced with his rising urges.

In conjunction with his meatlog surging past the realms of normalcy, his balls bloated in kind to keep it company. They each enlarged past the size of the ship that brought him to the deserted planet in the first place, easily able to crush it without a second thought. Both of them gurgled with potent seed as they swelled, producing more and more as time passed. Yet, he couldn't shoot his load despite how good he felt at the moment. It seemed like no matter how huge he got, his cum production couldn't quite keep up.

Then to top it all off, the overwhelming masculinity coursing through him emphatically covered him with hair. Musky bodily fuzz carpeted his torso in a thick forest, running from between his swollen pectorals to the base of his gargantuan rod. His pits, too, received a coating of bushy fur to waft his manly scent around, as well as the cleft between his massive ass cheeks. He wasn't in the position to contemplate much, but if he was, he'd figure out for certain that he was the manliest person in the known universe.

The walls of the mysterious complex buckled under the pressure that the titanic raccoon inadvertently gave off with his rapid ascension, leaving him covering hundreds of square metres of the disturbingly empty facility with his still-developing bulk. His cock punched through the ceiling, letting him know that there were multiple layers to this place, though the fact that his swollen back and ass hit dirty rock indicated that he was firmly on the bottom floor. He had no idea how many levels there were in this complex, but he was about to find out really quickly.

In the midst of his blossoming beef was his head, thoroughly locked in place between his prodigious pectorals and his titanic traps and only able to look forward, though all that he saw was his own magnificence. Literally every part of his vision was obscured by himself, ensuring that he was all that he'd see from now on. Not like he had much of a choice in the matter considering that he was still growing.

His eyes shone with the same energy that he'd been blessed with, crackling out like lightning as more and more mass was added to his frame. He'd been overwhelmed by the extensive additions to his body, yet he tired not. Unrelenting vigour pumped through his veins as he still hadn't dissipated everything that had been shot into him. There wasn't any way to know when that'd happen.

Every part of his body undulated as his overbearing masculine essence swelled them up continuously, mostly still inharmoniously, leaving certain parts bigger than others until they managed to catch up. His pecs, in particular, seemed to love the idea of being huge and would often bloat out whenever possible, leaving his muzzle securely trapped between them, having nothing to do but inhale his heady scent and loving every second of it. He was only barely aware of himself and becoming moreso as time ticked away, making him realize how little power he actually had to stop his growth.

Did he even want to, though?

The sensation of writhing around in his enormity was orgasmic in and of itself, with the feeling of his continuing growth only making him feel that much better. It was as if every nerve had their sensitivity cranked up to eleven, sending him electric impulses every time one muscle rubbed against another, even moreso when his body unintentionally collapsed another wall. He was over the moon with his growth in spite of not being able to fully enjoy it.

Time was a blur to Rocket as he laid there, soaking in the power bestowed upon him. It was by then that his body began to even out its ceaseless expansion like a metronome training others around it. Even then, his nose could still bury itself deep in the musky pec crevice scant inches away from it, only needing a flex to do so. Never in a million years did he think something like this was possible or could happen, but he knew better than others to ignore potential likelihoods of events taking place. If there was a chance of something to occur, it would eventually. He happened to hit the jackpot.

Unbeknownst to him, he'd grown to the point that he'd taken down the pedestal suspending the Stone in the air, absorbing what little energy it had to offer before crumbling it to dust. However, the Stone was significantly more resilient than that, outright denying its destruction by whatever cosmic force had constructed it.

He'd lost his place in the facility in his mass ascension, mostly unaware of his surroundings as he couldn't see anything beyond his immensity. It made him lose track of the Stone, which clung to him as it got freed, getting wedged deep between his overgrown pectorals, feeding him all of the power that was contained inside through contact with his flesh. Unbelievably, it was almost like the Stone itself was sentient, knowing that the procyon was an ideal conduit for its latent energy and worked to ensure that he'd be the sole recipient of everything that it had to offer. It'd waited untold eons for this precise moment.

Now no longer working off of his initial blast of power, Rocket's growth exploded in speed, picking up steam as the Stone's essence nourished his newfound need to cultivate muscle mass. Every sight, every smell, every little sensation that his body picked up from its now gigantic size fed back into his psyche, pushing him further than where he just was, significantly farther than what he used to think was possible.

He was beside himself in lust, thoroughly enjoying the way that his body worked with itself to embiggen every aspect of his colossal form. Every rush of beef into his arms twitched his hands, letting his fingers feel his inconceivably mammothian quads, rippling with many tons of raccoon heft. In turn, every pump of bulk into his legs swelled them huger so that they massaged his impossible pillar of a cock, the pressure put upon it being a cakewalk to endure. It thrived in the staggering amount of force applied to it, throbbing wildly as it_begged_ for more size. Heh, it wouldn't have to wait long.

The Stone seemed to implicitly know that he wanted to get bigger, pulsating more and more energy directly into his very soul, which radiated outward into every part of his body. Split-peak biceps that made boulders look like pebbles sheared right through concrete walls that used to be thicker than he was. It replenished the pleasure felt from the previous ceiling that his pectorals punched through, having torn through several of them now like tissue paper.

All the while he kept inhaling his own manly stench as a potent supply was mere centimetres away from his delicate nose. His nostrils burned with every huff, the lust-drunk moaning emanating from his mouth indicative of the desire to smell more of himself. He'd developed his own aphrodisiac, though he had a feeling that others might think the same way as him if given the chance. He almost wished that could happen.

In his lascivious stupor, he shoved his tongue as far as it could go between the immeasurable slabs of beef, lashing through the fur to unearth as much of his intoxicating aroma as he could. Every lick unearthed more of the heady ambrosia, which in turn produced more as he'd gained hundreds of square metres in surface area in the blink of an eye. He had a never-ending supply of his exhilarating musk, and it turned him on like nothing else.

Rocket's shaft throbbed wildly from the thousand different points of stimulation welcomed across his titanic frame - the pungent stench imprinting itself on his brain, the taste of sheer masculinity that he received every time that he licked his pecs, the feeling of tearing through the vastly inferiorly-built complex with nary a second thought... It was all too much for him to handle, and yet simultaneously not enough. He craved more.

That facility seemed to be on its last legs already as it'd become a literal shell of its former self, only being held by the raccoon behemoth as its structural integrity dwindled to just about nothing in a matter of moments. It took seconds after that for the metal support beams holding up the exterior of the building to collapse onto the hypermasculine beefcake.

And yet his expansion wasn't anywhere close to being done yet. Obliterating the complex seemed to only be the first milestone that he'd cross off the list that he'd just thought up. Once small enough to wander aimlessly through its vast array of halls, he now encompassed the whole area that the facility used to house. It didn't seem like anything would stop him.

All of his engorged beef only continued to balloon uncontrollably, demolishing any rock formation unlucky enough to have formed in his way. An entire mountain range succumbed to the immense pressure that his gigantic form produced, crumbling to pebbles as his bulk plowed over it. His fur grew dusty with the rocket debris powdering it, though that wouldn't be a problem with his rampant growth shaking everything off of him.

It felt all too good. His hands - still surprisingly active in spite of the constant pleasure pummeling his brain - twitched as he felt the incomparable heft of his rock-hard thighs, though the persistent stimulation shooting through him drove his appendages towards something else.

Jutting kilometres into the air, his leviathan shaft undulated with euphoric bliss, the feeling only growing stronger when his fingers made contact. He could feel the overwhelming heat generated by the tonnage of cockflesh, his delicious rod pulsing with need - both the need to relieve his engorged testosterone factories of everything that they'd produced, as well as the need to continue his ascension across the cosmos.

Every touch of his monumental obelisk, both gentle and not, sent shivers racing up his spine, the ministrations from each of his digits ramping up cum production like never before. As a result, preseed rushed up his cumpipe before spilling out from the head of his prick, drooling down the sides of his length at a rate faster than any waterfall. It spilled down his towering pillar until it splashed onto his pelvis before pouring onto the ground below him. Countless megalitres of pre washed over the desert landscape, leaving the area around him covered in a thick layer of translucent lube. Even the ship that he came there with was unlucky enough to be swept away in the rising tide of precum.

More and more he caressed his enormous dick, coaxing preseed to dribble out at a quickening pace. That coincided with his mammothian orbs smothering another rock formation, toppling it like it was a child toy before bulldozing it into unrecognizability. They continued their spread across the landscape, leaving the area around them awash in musk both from the forest of hair that ran down the middle of his sac, as well as the precum that blanketed the ground like nothing had in ages. It wouldn't take long at all before the entire planet smelled like he did.

And still Rocket grew, the Stone always pumping more energy right into him. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as his nose inhaled yet more of his exhilarating smell. He almost couldn't remember what he was like before his breakneck growth happened thanks to the Stone's seemingly infinite power, but at this point he didn't want to go back.

The area where the facility was located had now been thoroughly crushed under the weight of a single one of his gargantuan ass cheeks, the globular glute cratering the rocky terrain like the other one did. They swelled larger than the mountains that used to dwarf him, grinding them down to nothingness by their utter might.

His back effortlessly created divots as he took up more of the planet's surface. They grew deeper and wider as time matched forward, the dry rock parting to make way for his vast megatonnage. Every undulation caused the muscle groups to cleave through the land like butter, turning the once level landscape into a pock-marked facsimile of itself, with its only purpose now to be the backdrop for the procyon's unrelenting growth.

Every stroke of his hands on his pillar of a cock sent his nerves into frenzy, causing his hips to buck into the air. Despite being inundated with thousands of tons of beef and growing more immobile by the second, he still had enough range of motion to allow his basal instincts to drive his actions. Carnal grunting sounded out from his mouth as his pelvis thrusted not far into the sky from his perspective, but was actually hundreds of kilometres instead. It meant that every backswing hit the planet, slamming his tensing ass cheeks into the surface, the impact creating fissures that stretched farther with every collision.

The most amazing thing was that Rocket couldn't even feel that he was doing that. Sure, the sensation of hitting the ground was felt, but with how much the planet gave way it didn't seem to hurt him in the slightest. Every crash of his ass into the rocky terrain only opened it up for more abuse, which he inadvertently gave to it in spades.

And he didn't care about that at all. He couldn't, really, as his brain was deluged by concentrated pleasure positively swamping it at all times. All he could tell was the general state of his own being and that was pretty much it. The ship that he rode on was forgotten, as was the facility that he entered. He remembered that he was there for the Stone, but he had no idea where it went to, though he knew for certain that his growth was its doing. It was just too powerful to be from anything else.

The repeated damage done to the barren planet was starting to take its toll, the core opening up for the first time ever and cooling down as it got exposed to the empty vacuum of space. He didn't care, of course, as he didn't even notice that it'd happened. The additional heat that emanated from it actually felt quite pleasant, incorporating nicely with his own.

But that wouldn't be the extent that the planet suffered, though. With the slamming only growing stronger thanks to his ever-increasing physique, the fissures digging into the landscape stretched wider until they covered the entire surface. Soon there were fragments of land floating on the molten core, separated due to his ceaseless expansion, but not for long.

Moments after he'd initially absorbed the Stone's power, the planet had been destroyed by his colossal enormity, leaving behind remnants of rock and dirt that now floated aimlessly beside him. He couldn't even see it, but he could feel the total obliteration of the landmass, though it paled in comparison to the inexorable ecstasy pumping through his writhing veins.

And still, Rocket wasn't finished! The planet seemed to only be the start as he continued expanding into the vastness of the universe around him. He bulged out every which way, thousands of kilometres being added onto all of his measurements. All of his dimensions benefited from his growth, forcing his body into immobility without any way to stop it. Not that he wanted to, of course; this just felt way too damn good!

It only just occurred to him that he was somehow able to function in the vacuum of space without some sort of atmosphere protecting him like on the planet. His analytical mind, for the first time since growing, switched to trying to figure out why he could still breathe despite there being no air present, only to end up on the Power Stone clearly lodged somewhere between his incredible bulk. It had to be that, there was no other explanation.

But he wasn't about to capitulate to his own body trapping him in his behemothian size just yet, especially when he hadn't gotten his rocks off. His hands continued their onslaught on his formidable dong, easily the largest phallus in the known universe at this point, and likely capable of covering an entire solar system in spooge should he come across one.

He couldn't even think of a realistic comparison for his size anymore. He dominated planets like it was nothing, and was on his way to dwarfing the largest of stars in no time flat. Even the biggest of space cruisers built couldn't stack up to his immensity, and they'd certainly be crushed by his unyielding ascension should they get close to him. Just the thought of that alone caused him to spurt more pre, which now bubbled out into space, floating endlessly thanks to the minute amount of propulsion that his crotch rocket provided.

Arousal welled up inside of him, growing stronger with every passing second. He wanted to bust the fattest nut in the universe so badly, but he always outgrew his libido, leaving him in a perpetual state of horniness that he couldn't escape from.

It was at that moment that he felt something tingle between his overgrown pectorals, signifying to him where the Stone had gotten caught up in. It sensed his desire to shoot his load and acted accordingly. In addition to his incessant expansion, his package swelled just a bit faster than the rest of him, his cock alone now matching the rest of his body in size before taking the edge by absorbing more energy than the rest of him did.

That amplified the pleasure a hundredfold. Rocket moaned out loud enough for the neighbouring star systems to hear him, though they'd likely not know or understand what produced the sound. Heh, he knew they'd find out soon enough.

His raccoon hands continued fondling his fattening junk, trying to grab hold of whatever it could before it bloated bigger. The ability to encircle it with his hands was lost ages ago, with two hands not being enough almost right away. Now, however? He'd need more hands than what existed in the universe if he wanted to encircle his burgeoning shaft. Judging by the way that his cock belched forth another glob of precum into the empty void around him, he liked the idea of everyone else witnessing his ascension.

And still the Stone forced more of its energy into him. His raccoonhood - his pride and joy - now utterly dominated his form, the rest of him able to grip it like a body pillow as the pleasure frying his nerves along the turgid flesh jolted his brain. A part of him wished that he was small enough that he could shove it between his pecs so that he could get a taste of it for himself, but he wasn't sure if he'd get that chance at this point. Perhaps if he really wished for it at some point...

But that'd come later as he wanted to experience what blowing his load at this incomprehensible size felt like. Every rock of his pelvis against his leviathan schlong stimulated him further, provoking his star-sized testicles to flip into overdrive. The need for release was surging inside of him, and it looked like it wouldn't be long before he got to.

The sheer euphoric bliss had him snarling, yet whimpering as all that he wanted to do was get himself off as quickly as he could. Somehow - still unbelievable to him - he'd only been growing for barely any time at all, and yet it felt like whole eternities had passed him by. His cock ached to be touched and groped, and he intended to make love to it like he would someone else. Well, make love to it like an unparalleled muscle colossus, of course.

Rocket's titanic traps and prodigious pectorals ensured that he couldn't see a damn thing even with his cock being the biggest thing in the universe, yet he didn't need sight as the sensation of touch alone was enough to get him by. Every grasp of his fingers, every clutch of his hand, even scratches from his nails - all of it was felt, and all of it contributed directly to edging him closer to orgasm.

He thought to himself how his leaking mushroom head alone had to be magnitudes huger by now than the planet where all of this initially started. The thought titillated his soul, beckoning the Stone to provide more power to fuel him. His arousal skyrocketed the longer that he focused on draining his balls, moreso than he'd even done before.

It was too intense! Every single one of his senses was assaulted as he continued his unabated growth - his tongue had buried deep into his pecs, savouring the unmistakable masculine taste that his musculature was now known for; his nose, similarly, was inundated with the forest of musky hair that tickled his nostrils, burrowing the scent deep into his brain; his hands were trying their damndest to get his diamond-hard shaft to blow while his unrivaled bulk writhed against itself; his ears only heard the creaking of ceaseless expansion, thousands of tons of muscle mass stretching his skin as it continued to stuff himself full; and his vision contained nothing but his own vast musculature. By all accounts, he was a muscle beast to end all muscle beasts, the gold standard on which any would be assessed from now on.

And that turned him on more than anything else. His hips bucked faster in conjunction with his hands, though the sheer amount of beef forcing his arms away from his sides was making that difficult. Every movement from his pelvis swung his gigantic ass cheeks along with it, flexing more than twice as big as they were at rest, eclipsing the stars around him with their unmatched proportions.

There couldn't be much more that he could do to get himself off; he was already doing everything within his limited power! Every fleeting stroke of his shaft pushed him closer to the edge, causing the tremendous tool to clench as his prostate tightened and made his taint bulge out along with the rest of him. His orbs ramped up production of raccoonbatter tenfold, agonizingly wanting to empty everything in them. God, he just wanted to cum so badly!

And then just like that, after all that effort and turmoil, he finally got his wish. Relief washed over him as he cried out into the vacuum of space, his overgrown cum tanks pulling up to his crotch and unleashing their pent-up load. Spunk bulged out his cumpipe before blasting out of the tip of his dick like a geyser, hurtling it through the oppressive void in whichever direction he chose to face. It amused him that someone could stumble upon it and not comprehend what it could be. That is, until he showed up, of course.

He let his tongue loll out of his mouth, though it was still thoroughly buried in his pec valley, meaning that every panting breath that he took consisted of nothing but his intoxicating aroma. It seemed like he'd let go of thousands of lifetime's worth of seed at that moment, from trillions of different men simultaneously. The veins along his balls throbbed the more cum was pushed out from them, ensuring that they'd be able to start back up again as soon as this was over.

Rocket couldn't tell thanks to the overbearing emptiness of space, but his climax felt like it took hours to finally come to an end. The last of his cum trickled out from his shaft, but despite every drop seeming insignificant when compared to his enormity, they were actually the size of a planet if someone else were to view them. He'd grown so large that he now rivaled galaxies in size. Maybe that was enough. Maybe he'd be satisfied with that, or at least for the time being.

The Stone, however, had other ideas. The intense energy created by all of his exertion fed back into him, augmenting the power that the Stone gave him, coalescing and spreading throughout his tremendous form. In an instant, he blimped out with incomprehensible muscle mass, more than the rate in which he'd just endured. It caught him off-guard, making his eyes go wide as he realized what was going on. Apparently, he'd only made his growth stronger. Maybe that was actually a good thing.

With no way to stop his relentless ascension, he opted to ride it out for as long as it would take for the power in the Stone to cease existing. Considering that it'd been forged before the universe as he knew it even existed, it might take ages before that happened.

That was alright with him, he had the time.