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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!"