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The finishing touches to Rocket's latest invention were finally being made. It'd taken him ages to complete - the process of going from rough idea to tangible product was unbearably long, with simply planning the whole thing out being the biggest time sink. So much of what was needed to make the device didn't even exist, meaning he had to create a ton of brand-new tech just to even make it feasible. That was the problem with not having powers of some kind when facing a problem like that; he felt he ought to be handed an award for all his efforts.

Alas, no such accolade existed in the universe, which was typical given how hard he had to work in life to get where he wanted to be. It gave him an appreciation for all the people who struggled to merely get where they were as too many were just given everything at the drop of a hat. He unfortunately was one of the people in the former list, having to work his tail off for even the simplest of things. At the very least it made him dependable.

But he didn't need any sort of prize if he was actually successful. A few more tweaks of a flat-head screwdriver here, a twist of a potentiometer there, adding in more insulation on the wires to prevent unwanted electrical currents exciting things they shouldn't and damaging the delicate electronics around them... "There! It's actually done."

But what did he make exactly?

The device in question could be best described as a handheld copier of sorts, though not just for paper documents as that technology existed long before he even came around. It was something he had the idea of for quite a while now, wondering if it was even possible to not only capture the likeness of some object but also replicate it into another identical version of itself at the push of a button.

Initial tests proved successful, more than anticipated. It had him pleased while still feeling there was potential for the gadget. He then got to tinkering, needing to redesign the guts of the tiny piece of equipment in entirety. That would end up being one of the most difficult projects worked on so far.

Days would turn into nights as he drew up potential blueprints one after the other, only to scrap them when something ended up not playing nice with the other components around it, giving him another thing to keep track of. He didn't let that deter him, however, and instead treated it like a challenging, if frustrating, puzzle that required solving.

In the end his blood, sweat, and tears paid off, with his vision of a matter duplicator finally finished in all its glory. If his schematics were correct then, not only could it replicate the inanimate objects he tested before - which helped him more than he imagined it would given how rough he could be with his tools at times - but was also able to do the same with more complex items like living organisms. Well, supposedly.

Though, that got him wondering what he could test the device out on. His first thought was to use himself as a guinea pig like he did with most of his creations, but this specific instance got him a little bit worried given he'd never played with technology of this sort yet.

It had him scrambling to the kitchen to locate something to use. His prayers were answered when he _finally_discovered an apple in the back of the fridge, surprised that anything healthy existed aboard the ship. He, uh, probably could benefit from a salad every so often.

But that was something to worry about another time. Back in his quarters he placed the apple in the middle of the room, the rest of his crap shoved to the side. With bated breath he targeted the piece of fruit with the gadget and pressed the top button on the face of it. Nothing bad seemed to happen after he waited a few seconds. Knowing he hadn't colossally fucked up right off the bat he then went and aimed at the spot right next to the apple, clicking the button underneath and felt tension suddenly consume his very being. Milliseconds dragged on for what felt like whole eternities until--

"Yes!" Rocket nearly jumped a foot off the ground, his enthusiasm propelling him around the room as he celebrated his success - there were now two apples right beside one another, neither of them looking any different. A lot of his personal projects had been derided by his coworkers, and the fact this one worked meant he had something that might actually interest them for once.

That wasn't why he built the thing, of course.

No, his main intention was always to use it on himself. The idea of having another of him around always intrigued him, making him wonder what the possibilities of working with another technological genius was. The things they could create would be legendary. Two minds as honed in the craft as theirs could render the universe their playground, inventing things that made their lives significantly easier... as well as everyone else too; that would just be a happy side effect. Having a partner who could keep up with him was something that he'd always wanted, and that other person being himself just made the whole idea sweeter.

Of course his thoughts then always devolved into sex and wondering what making love to a copy of himself would be like. One frustration he often had was that he couldn't seem to find someone out there in the crazy universe he lived in to fully satisfy his needs, and he didn't think of himself as being all that hard to please. How difficult was it to find someone who wanted to suck his dick?! Apparently more than he thought.

Which is where another version of him would make his life infinitely easier as, while he can actually blow himself, the feeling could never compare to someone else doing it. What better person to do that job than someone who knew the ins and outs of his own body?

Excited beyond belief, he began the process of stripping out of his jumpsuit, the sweat built up allowing the fabric to slide off without much effort. The sound it made was a little sickening to him.

"Yeesh, kinda ripe right now," he regretted the tentative sniff he gave his pit. While he normally liked the musky scent that wafted from the area, being trapped in his outfit for so long without airing himself every so often left it far stronger than he usually let it get. Regardless, he had other things on his mind. "Eh, I'll shower later."

Rocket aimed the device in the dead-centre of his chest and pressed the first button, with all being quiet. So far, so good.

Then there was the moment of truth. His breath caught in his throat, he pointed at the floor right in front of him, his hand a tad shaky, and clicked the second button. This was it.

In what felt like a moment he'd miss if he blinked, directly before him was what appeared to be an exact duplicate of himself, with every last detail seemingly matching to his own; even his scars lined up correctly! He couldn't believe it. "Holy shit, it worked!" After so many painstaking hours simply debugging, it all led to this and he couldn't be happier.

The copy, meanwhile, wasn't anywhere near as excited, instead quietly inspecting himself from head to toe as he took in the abrupt beginning of his existence. "Huh..."

"Hey," Rocket greeted his replica, trying to paint a calmer expression on his face. "Do ya have any idea who you are?"

"Yeah, I'm your identical copy."

Rocket's eyes immediately went wide. "Wait, how do ya know that?"

The duplicate looked at the other raccoon as if the answer was obvious. "Well, you're the one holding the copier, so you gotta be the original, right?"

"Shit, I'm better than I thought." Hearing his replica say the thing he was looking for had Rocket even more excited in his experiment. "Okay, so we don't gotta do the thing in movies and crap where we fight over who's who, right?"

At that point the copy grew exasperated with the inane questioning. "Dude, I'm literally you. I already know the reason why there's two of us."

"Fucking sweet!" Rocket cheered, looking at the copier he gripped tightly in his hands. "I'm a fucking genius."

"Yeah, you're smart," the duplicate sighed. "Now come on, let's get to why ya brought me here already."

"Okay, okay." Not being able to revel in his victory had Rocket huff, but the emotions running through his body were too strong to be put down. He set the device on the floor before he made his way over to the replica. "Goddamn, you're hot as hell."

That got the copy to laugh. "Course I am, I'm you. Ain't no one else in the galaxy as attractive as we are."

"Universe too."

"Shit, you got a point there." Seeing another raccoon had the duplicate's arousal welling up inside him, his endowment surging to full mast after simply caressing the original's face. "The things I said I'd do to myself..."

"And now we can do them!" Rocket wryly grinned, his own raccoonhood slapping him at the bottom of his gut. It wouldn't have struck him in a million years that the perfect person for him was the spitting image of himself, but viewing it in person made it abundantly clear where his tastes now lie. Without any warning he lunged forth, his hands wrapping around the copy, and his lips pressed against the other's. He moaned upon making contact - it was exactly what he hoped it'd be like.

The replica felt the same way, his own hands gripping onto the other man's back and using that as a way to put some more force into the embrace. The pair of horny procyons felt their tongues intertwine with one another as if performing a choreographed dance that only they'd get to experience. It had their souls abuzz, and their cocks rock-hard and dripping like a pair of leaky faucets.

Even something as mundane as a kiss with his duplicate had Rocket out of breath. "Holy shit, I never thought I was any good at any of the mushy crap so I never tried it. What the hell else have I been missing out on?"

"Yeah, ya really screwed us over on that front," the copy chuckled. He then looked past the other man to the various implements on a shelf on the far end of the room, his eyes zeroing in on the unit closest in height to their faces. "I think it's time we take this to the next level," he smirked, cupping the original raccoon's balls with a hand.

Rocket shuddered and gasped at the sudden groping of his eggs. "Oh fuck yeah, you know what's good." Whipping his head around he quickly perused his collection of sex toys - which he wasn't ashamed to let the others know about - and saw two that seemed perfect for them. "I feel like ya know what I'm picking before I even say anything."

"Oh, I ain't talking about the toys," the replica stated, ambling over to the shelf with his eyes on the only thing that caught his interest. "Nah, none of them puny pucker pounders are scratching any itches. I'm talking about this." In his hand was what appeared to be another handheld device of similar design to the one that brought about his existence, but he knew that both of them understood what it was really capable of.

Just the sight of the gadget was enough to fire up Rocket's arousal, a bead of preseed bubbling from the tip of his cock before trailing down the length as he made his way over to his identical copy. "Ah, you wanna get right into it! I ain't complaining, silicone can't beat the real thing."

The duplicate looked at the original raccoon with a lascivious look in his eye. "Ready?"

"One sec." Knowing what was about to come next had Rocket giving the other raccoon a quick, sloppy kiss, punctuated by a gentle grope of his replica's prick, hand now a bit slimy from pre. "Now go for it."

A smirk stretching from one ear to the other, the copy fiddled with the device in his hands, numbers on the screen changing in the blink of an eye as his laser focus guided him towards what he set out to accomplish. Parameters of all sorts were adjusted as he flipped through many different settings. The look on his face only grew lewder as he imagined what the final outcome would be and huffed in anticipation of getting to experience it for himself.

As soon as he felt he was done he immediately flipped the gizmo towards himself before hitting the activation button, a quick flash of light indicating he was successful. He then flicked his gaze over to the other raccoon, who'd inadvertently started fondling himself in expectation. Both of them knew what was coming next.

Without so much as a warning the duplicate felt the beginning of his plan commence. He gasped when a blanket of warmth wrapped around every part in his body before seeping beneath the flesh, enveloping every single fibre of his being all at once. Not an ounce of pain was present, merely pleasure in all its forms. Many people would pay a high price if they knew what the device was capable of, which ensured no one else would ever find out of its existence.

The warmth then worked its magic on the willing raccoon, massaging his tensing muscles as the stimulation had him slightly bent over, one hand on his knee for support. In seconds he felt his body involuntarily flex - the sensation causing him to huff as the tension puffed his diminutive bulk out as much as it could go - though returning to rest had his musculature remain the same size.

It was exactly as he wanted, his tongue hanging out in lust as he felt his body steadily swell up all over. What was once a chest that no one would've paid attention to now morphed into something more, giving him pectorals that had actual definition that flexed into something with some actual heft to them. A hand managed to find purchase on one as it continued its fantastical growth, inundating him with the validation of how he expected this to feel. Slowly, but surely, the flesh tightened into something much firmer than before, his fingers being pushed back as his hide grew taut. It was everything he'd ever dreamed it'd be.

His arms underwent the same metamorphosis, thickening at a breakneck pace as the peaks of his biceps and triceps grew away from one another. He moaned aloud from the densely-packed heft piling onto his formerly lithe frame, his biceps going from practically non-existent, to visible, to baseball-sized, to even beyond that! They could be felt even without doing anything as keeping them at rest forced them to touch his swelling sides. However, they weren't the most impressive part of his upper limbs as his triceps handily had them beat, bloating well past what he thought was possible, getting bigger than his arms were to start with. Thankfully that was only the beginning of his ascension into being a total muscle monster.

Like his front, his back benefited from his expansion, surging larger as the energy spread across his growing frame. Every roll of his shoulders pressed the inflating muscles together, the feeling of which was pleasurable in its own right. Lats that resembled wings flared out under his bloated arms as traps that became stronger than his whole body used to be climbed up along his neck just shy of the bottom of his ears. More - he craved more.

The rest of his torso followed suit. Needing more space to pack on all that beef required his shoulders to broaden dramatically, not only past what they used to be but to the point where his width and height were just about the same number. The feeling of that alone felt orgasmic, especially when coupled with delts that enlarged to the size of cannonballs. His abs were no different, tightening into bricks that could break anyone's fist if punched. He almost wished he had the opportunity to test that out.

His focus squarely on his upper body almost made him lose sight of his legs experiencing the same thing. While he barely paid any attention to his limbs other than as a means to get around, he now had no choice but to witness their expansion as his quads ballooned to the point that they swallowed all the space between his legs, forcing him to readjust his stance in the process. That was coupled with the bloating of his ass cheeks, his procyonic ringtail unintentionally whipping the dimpled globes as he flexed them against one another, a hand reaching down to feel their newfound might. There wasn't a toy in the galaxy that could withstand these babies anymore!

All of that only served to heighten his libido. Already rock-hard, his shaft lunged forth as the stimulation hit his pelvis, pulsing through the sensitive flesh as it jumped in length by a whole foot to slap him in the middle of his shredded torso; he wasn't a slouch before if looked at proportionally, but he was in an entire league of his own now. Not many people could say they sported a pole thicker than their forearm!

And what masculine raccoon spire was complete without a set of fattened testosterone factories underneath it, supplying it with ample spunk to blast with whenever he got horny? If there wasn't a whole lot of room to work with between his legs before, there was about to be even less as his balls inflated as if connected to a pump, not quite filling with seed at the same time but inducing the need to instead. They'd look comical on someone twice his height, but with the rest of him being hypermuscled he felt they suited him just fine.

While it felt to him like several minutes passing was in fact mere seconds, but that was all that was needed to complete the transformation. There wasn't a single part of him that could be classified as 'small' now.

Seeing the entire thing take place in front of him had Rocket's lust for himself soar. "Fuck yes! Look at this sexy hunk of raccoon beef right here," his nostrils flared at the awesome visage of the fireplug of a raccoon utterly dominating the space before him. "Does it feel as good as I thought it would?"

"Hell yeah, it does!" The copy roared as he puffed his chest out, being able to see a lot of it in his vision. "I feel like I can punch a tank into submission now."

"I'm still amazed this thing was easier to figure out than most things I built."

"Man, you shoulda used it more."

That was stating the obvious. "I know, I know. I had a ton of opportunities to go all out," Rocket palmed one side of his face at the missed chances he had, but at the same time realized they all wouldn't have been as sweet to him as what lay ahead for him now. This was worth the wait. "Fuck all that, we're doing it now!"

Now letting loose his inhibitions, he reached forth at his duplicate's beef, savouring the power built up within each of the other man's bulging muscles. The veins snaking along all the heft was a nice touch that tickled him far more than he realized it would. It had him rather weak in the knees as he recognized that the other raccoon's physique commanded so much might that it required its body to supply it with enough vigour in order to merely sustain it. How no one he'd met thought to even attempt getting this huge he'd never know.

His hands hesitantly roamed around the replica's form at first, feeling for himself the power that his brain possessed in coming up with ways to excite him. It gave him a showcase of what that kind of size would look like on him, inciting his mind to imagine magnitudes of heft beyond even that.

It barely took any time at all after that for him to grow bolder, groping along every muscle that he could get his mitts on. Every crevice he found was traced along just as much as the swollen heft was contoured around. The sheer heaviness of all the beef was apparent as it weighed down on him in his hands, unable to even lift an arm all that far as he simply didn't possess the strength necessary to overpower the intensified force of gravity. Even knowing that was possible had his length dribbling.

The copy took note of the way the original raccoon conducted himself, knowing full well he'd be the same way if given the chance. "Enjoying yourself, huh? Can't say I blame ya. It ain't every day there's a fucking stud letting you drool over him!" A chuckle left his mouth as he allowed himself to be fondled.

His words were more prescient than he realized as it wasn't long before he felt a slender tongue worm its way between his pecs; just the sensation had a shiver rip up his spine. Stimulation now assaulted him across various parts of his body, his thick musculature spasming as a result. He snarled as he tried to keep himself together, only to nearly fail as the expert lashing of the other raccoon just about had him on his knees. The one thing he should've predicted was that the original knew everything about how to make himself horny.

Seeing the replica struggle to maintain composure had Rocket snickering at his handiwork. "Hey, don't go blowing your load already. We just started!" He teased, his hands gripping onto those fat chest nubs sticking directly towards the ground.

The duplicate could only huff in response, his fingers twitching as he could do nothing to stop the euphoria from tensing his form. "S-So good..." He moaned, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. Lungfuls of air were sucked in with every deep breath, doing little to abate his arousal. It was only after a few agonizing moments of pure ecstasy that he felt the other man's oral onslaught cease. As much as he loved what he felt, it had him confused. "Hey, what gives?"

"I actually had other plans for the both of us," Rocket wryly smirked. Grasping onto the other raccoon's gargantuan schlong ignited a different feeling deep inside him, one that wanted to get far more intimate with the meatlog than he let on. It led him to snatch the device from the copy with the sole purpose of using it on himself. "Now, to make us compatible."

With a flexing of his pelvis from his idea alone - inducing a dollop of pre to dribble onto his comparatively smaller ballsac - he hastily reprogrammed the gadget to another set of configurations, though not before saving the previous one for future purposes. He knew he'd get a lot of mileage out of that one.

A wanton twinkle in his eye, he flipped the gadget around and aimed it at himself before hitting the button, growing more confident as he observed the light indicate his success. Just that knowledge alone elicited a quick moan from his throat.

Energy spread throughout his body, both warming him up as it activated as well as electrifying his nerves in anticipation for what was to come. He shuddered with glee as he welcomed the vigour in all its glory.

Unlike his copy, he actually went a different route with his changes. The energy from the device wasn't targeted at his muscles, but instead at another part of his body with the intention of fulfilling a different fantasy entirely. He moaned as the sensation of growth ended up coalescing in his lower half, his free hand uncontrollably migrating to the area as his fingers twitched along the sensitive flesh. There was only one way in his mind to take a hog as girthy as what the other man sported.

It was gradual to begin with, but the initial signs of his plans came to fruition when he felt his ass expand in his grasp, the flesh pushing out from the base of his rear and spreading his fingers apart in the process. He wondered what this would've felt like for the longest time, not unlike the embeefening his duplicate went through, though he knew right away that it'd be impossible to compare the two.

So much cake filled up his hand that even using two wouldn't be enough to hold it all. And yet that still wasn't enough as the programming he instructed the gadget with would ensure that the pair of horny raccoons could properly fuck, with him having enough cushion to withstand the strength his copy was capable of. The thought of getting pounded proved to fuel his desires, his fingers working their way closer to the cleft of his glutes. Even now he only wanted something to shove inside him!

But that could wait as his changes continued. While his cheeks were plush to the touch, there was still a fair bit of heft present amongst it all. There had to be given how much mass there was to support, with his legs also thickening up in order to accommodate it all. Soft yet firm was the name of the game here.

The expansion of his rear end also brought upon the widening of his hips, giving him the ability to cram more mass onto his jiggling booty. That resulted in thighs not nearly as bloated with delicious beef as what the other man obtained, but just as thick around. The necessitation of his body having to force itself to get bigger had him panting up a storm. He wanted to get as big as the device would allow him, he _needed_it!

Feeling so much horny energy inundating his body had him just about doubling over, his glorious ass on full display to the other raccoon. He didn't have to see his copy to know his own growth was having the exact effect he hoped for. A thick hand squeezed at his plump rear, sending shockwaves of pleasure racing through his nervous system and hitting him right in the centre of his brain.

The feeling of growth eventually petered out, but still left him with an overwhelming sensation of victory that his creation worked as flawlessly as he hoped. It then had a swell of confidence surge through him as he now realized he was in the ultimate power position between the pair of them. With a mischievous grin he pressed himself back against the thick log of raccoon fuckmeat, feeling it throb between his cheeks and drip slimy pre along his furry rear. "Is this what ya wanna feel?"

Even though he was the larger of the two, the duplicate instantly felt any and all control of the situation dissipate as that pillowy rump enveloped his meaty schlong. "G-Goddamn, it's so... perfect." He barely spat out the words as he groped at the plump rear, taking in handfuls of immaculate cushion and hotdogging his pillar between those cheeks.

"Ah, glad ya like it," Rocket cooed, "because it's all for you, big guy." His tongue playfully sticking out the side of his mouth, he pressed back against the bulky shortstack, feeling the hardness of the other raccoon's abs with his rear.

One thing the replica couldn't get enough of was just how wide the other man got, with those hips potentially thicker across than even his shoulders were; actually, they might just have him beat! That had him leakier than he'd been that entire day.

Rocket could only leer at his formerly identical copy, knowing the sway he had over the procyonic fireplug. "Well?" He gently wiggled his hips against the other man's crotch. "Ya gonna fuck me, or fuck off?"

"Shit, ya don't gotta tell me twice!" His libido now emboldened, the duplicate gripped his thick shaft and guided it between the mounds of ass cheek in order to find the hole awaiting him. He didn't even have to get himself in to have the original raccoon moaning in need, merely contacting that delicate ring of muscle did the trick. Not being able to see what he was doing became apparent given the absurd amount of rump in his way, but that didn't stop him from feeling it out by hand, the tip of his cock more than capable enough of finding its mark. He knew there wasn't anyone else out in the universe who could satisfy himself like he could.

Preseed drooled from his crotch rocket like it was going out of style, smearing it all around the other man's tailhole to prevent friction from stopping their fun. To his immense surprise, however, he discovered that it wouldn't even be a problem as that hungry hole greedily accepted the few inches that he inadvertently shoved inside it, lubricating the other raccoon's inner walls along the way. It put a grin on his face when he realized that.

His animalistic instincts now driving his motions, he pushed himself in further, working on penetrating the other man with feet of godly raccoonhood that no one else could handle. It seemed to slide right in with little effort - he couldn't believe it! That got him to huff in approval.

Rocket, for what it was worth, wasn't simply a passenger in their fun, actively cooperating in order to fit as much of that inconceivable ass-plugger inside him as possible. He coaxed the replica along with a few deliberate clenches, guiding the hulk closer to the desired target. Making himself so loose was a stroke of genius in his mind as, while his anal muscles could provide enough stimulation to bring the beefcake to his knees, it provided the optimal level of comfort in that he didn't need to be split open to be drilled into.

That sensation was what he counted on as the other man succumbed to the immediate ecstatic bliss induced by an ass perfectly suited for that leviathan python. A rhythm soon picked up as he backed his rear into his copy, feeling the clap of his cheeks happen when the brick wall of a raccoon slammed his core into him. No toy could bring about a feeling like this, even the one he had modeled after an Earth horse. It had the length, sure, but it meant nothing without girth to back it up.

Loud moans echoed throughout the room as he felt the hulking behemoth rail his bountiful backside, grunts accentuating the force applied. The last time he got laid in any capacity was ages ago. That didn't even come close to what was happening now as the human back then was far too interested in getting a quick fuck and bolting, leaving him to take care of himself in annoyance.

Which is why the engorged duplicate was far and away the better lover than that pencil dick ever could be. Being literally him meant his needs wouldn't go untended to as they both understood what they liked, and knew exactly what the other person needed to get off. He couldn't have found a more perfect partner if he tried.

The copy, too, remembered that moment, knowing full well how pitiful the experience was in multiple ways. Emphasis on ensuring that both partners were satisfied was completely thrown out the window, and it put him off random hookups in sleazy dives for some time after that.

It got him to understand exactly how he wanted to be treated in that situation, using that knowledge to plow the original in precisely the way he desired. Each thrust was powerful yet deliberate, attention given mainly to plugging the other procyon's cavity as best he could, feeling clamps of appreciation on his titanic tool as thanks. The feeling got his own pucker clenching as he imagined what it must've felt like.

The more his pace built up, the more it affected the voluptuous raccoon, grinning when that fat posterior ended up being the only thing left suspended in the air. Part of it was because of the urges the other man craved to have fulfilled, while mostly it was due to him and his own longing to bury his crotch rocket as deep as he could by using those wide hips as support. His fingers dug into the plump flesh, sinking several inches in some spots, but guaranteeing his spire hit the mark every time.

Which is why the push for orgasm grew stronger the harder he pumped his hips into the original raccoon's anal canal. Resistance was all his schlong felt as he flattened the other man's bulging prostate like a button hardwired to the pleasure centre of the brain, prompting an increase in pressure applied to his monolithic pillar as a result. It had him snarling through gritted teeth as he forced himself nearer to climax, edging all but an impossibility at this point as he slammed his pelvis against that pillowy rump with reckless abandon. Neither of them were prepared for the outcome.

The only signal Rocket received that flooding was imminent was a rumbling roar that filled the room in seconds before feeling his insides become deluged in potent raccoonbatter. His hands were already braced against the floor as his arms buckled too much to stay upright, but even that wasn't enough as his scrambled guts welcomed the rush of spunk brought upon by the pinnacle of virile raccoon masculinity. It had him groaning in relief that the deepest of his itches was finally dealt with.

But that started a chain reaction in himself where the abrupt filling of his inner walls dropped his focus enough to let his own balls drain. While his junk was meagre in comparison to the replica's, that didn't mean it wasn't impressive in its own right. He definitely splattered more of his creamy jizz along the floor than a lot of humans would, he knew that for a fact.

If it weren't for the fact that the absolute powerhouse of a procyonic Adonis behind him was holding him up, he'd have collapsed into a sweaty, cum-filled mess by then. Every part of him felt practically devoid of energy as he struggled to keep his legs from crumpling. It seemed like the copy recognized that and flipped him around with strength he'd never felt on a creature of his size - girthy fuckmeat still thoroughly lodged up his hungry chute - which excited him in spite of shooting his load mere seconds ago.

The difference in experience between the pair of lovers was apparent as the duplicate still had enough vitality to keep going for the both of them, the feeling of attraction enough to drive him to wrap his burly arms around the other man's slender torso and establish another kiss. He could feel the original appreciating the gesture with some well-placed gropes, mainly focused on his sensitive nips.

It felt like whatever tension had been collectively caught in their chests had been released in their lovemaking. They pair of them were forceful in the passion they brought to the embrace, matching the fervor the other brought. That's why it bothered him that a thought wriggled its way into his mind, impossible to ignore, and causing him to pull back from savouring the sensation of the other man's lips. "Hey, did the others say when they were getting back?"

"Who the fuck cares?" Rocket giggled, trailing a finger up the replica's chin. "I think we got more important shit to worry about."

The copy was inclined to agree, huffing as the original raccoon's curvy rear end clenched onto his shaft for emphasis. "Yeah, ya got a point there." That made the prospect of removing his tremendous tool from the other man's rump a bit more of a challenge than usual, but no less pleasurable.

Rocket gasped when his gaping hole had finally been unplugged by the thick fuckflesh of the duplicate, unused to the emptiness he suddenly felt as warm cum ran down the back of his legs and pooled on the ground at his feet. That about had him struggle to stay upright on its own. "Ha, goddamn," his fingers twitched. "Alright, what else can we do for fun?"

The replica instantly understood that the original raccoon was looking for the body altering device, which put a smile on his mug when he discovered it closer to him. "I think I got an idea," he said, not letting the curvaceous procyon see what he was up to. He primed the gadget seconds before pointing it at the wide-hipped raccoon in front of him, a flash of light indicating his plans were coming to fruition.

That short flicker wasn't lost on Rocket, who noticed it out of the corner of his eyes. "The hell are ya doing?"

"See for yourself."

Rocket wasn't sure what the duplicate was referring to at first, but he could feel it before he saw it. The volume of his ample ass cheeks dramatically dropped, eliciting a grunt from the bliss induced from the sensitive mounds tightening into something more. Slowly, but surely, the fat rescinded until it vanished completely, though he felt how his glutes didn't shrink back to normal, instead taking on the overmuscled appearance of the copy. Suddenly it all made sense.

With a confident smirk he accepted the other changes without hesitation, positively adoring how his chest swelled right in front of his face at the same rate his arms pushed away from the sides of his body. So much beef piled on in a matter of moments that he almost couldn't believe it wasn't a hallucination of some kind. Then again, what kind of dream state felt this deliciously heavy?

Now every part of his body was thick with grotesquely stacked musculature, so much so that the fireplug that railed his formerly plush rear end now actually looked identical with him again. And yes, being huge was everything he thought it would be. "Holy fuck, this is great!" He excitedly pumped his arms in front of his face, savouring the way his biceps immediately flexed double their size with minimal effort. "Now I really am kicking myself for not trying this out sooner."

"I told ya," the replica smirked as he strode over to the twin shortstack making love to all that swollen bulk. "Ya know what feels even better than that?"

Rocket barely had a second to process the question before he felt the thick hands of the hulking duplicate roughly fondle his own immensity, his arms tensing as a result of being groped. It had his tongue falling out of his agape jaw as the simple act of being worshiped had him reeling. The sensation only hit him harder when his form was pressed against by the other man's sumptuous beef, now sandwiching their stiffening shafts between hundreds of pounds of raccoon enormity.

All the mixed-up emotions swirling around inside him had him gasping for breath as there wasn't any possible way he could've guessed mashing his sweaty bulk against his twin's felt this damn good. If his device could make them any thicker than they were now, he'd program it that way in a heartbeat; that gave him an idea for his next project.

The duplicate wasn't happy with merely forcing their godly physiques together. No, his excitement for the other raccoon had him wanting more, doing the best he could to force his muzzle to make contact with the original's for one last heated embrace before their combined muscle mass proved such an act was futile at their size. Even knowing they were too big to make out had him hot under the collar.

While being a hulking raccoon behemoth was right up Rocket's alley, there was one thing that graced his thoughts that tickled him. The musculature he received was perfect in every way - though kind of wishing he could see what being even thicker was like - but it had him wondering what the limits of a particular area of their bodies was like.

He snatched the device from his duplicate and began fiddling with the controls, an impish twinkle in his eyes as he heavily modified the parameters to their preprogrammed extreme. The eager laughter erupting from his mouth immediately indicated his success. "Dude, check this out!" Without any other warning he activated the gadget on the other procyon before firing on himself, dying to see his copy's reaction.

Not knowing what was to happen, the duplicate could only watch the original raccoon's predatory expression lock onto his confused visage, though a tingle in his lower half told him everything he wanted to know. His cock throbbed uncontrollably, his hands reaching down to grab it, only to instantaneously tell his brain there was more there than before, unable to encircle it all now as his fingers could no longer touch one another.

The transformation was intense as the sensation of growth sent ripples of euphoria rocketing through his form and coaxing him to get handsier with his inflating genitals. Not only was his prick pushing up the length of his torso until he could finally see it again, but the distance between his hands reported how its width just about matched his own. If someone were to see him, they might mistake him for being part space-tanuki, especially with roiling cum tanks that smothered his feet as they spread across the ground!

Grunts of disbelief lit Rocket's face up as he, too, enjoyed the thrill of having junk almost as big as he was. While he might not be able to impale anyone on it - that he was aware of - that didn't mean he couldn't have fun with it. His copy would soon learn that.

"Oh, fuck me!" The overwhelming pleasure throttling the replica with every needy stroke along the hyper cock attached to his crotch had him ready to burst his dam despite just doing so moments ago.

Rocket snickered. "Might be a little difficult, but we could try at some point."

Everything else around the duplicate became drowned out as his imposing spire now consumed his full focus. Not being able to get a taste of it himself drove him crazy, that being the first time he wished he didn't have all that bulk about him. Still, the feel of the veiny cockflesh was more than enough to rile him up, so much so that his attention to his surroundings disappeared, leaving him unaware of the patch of cum he just slipped on.

The impact from the fall didn't faze him at all as his bulging beef didn't register any pain. The same couldn't be said for the metal floor, now imprinted with a crater formed from thick raccoon ass cheeks slammed against the material. It wasn't supposed to be malleable, but when up against a procyonic colossi it had no choice but to relent.

"Say, that's not a bad idea," Rocket leered, having moved his leviathan hog out of the way to witness the other man's mammothian bulk make short work of his flooring. He waddled over to his identical replica and smooshed his rod with the other, the force of which providing more pleasure to the raccoon on the floor who found it hard to stay upright. That gave him the go-ahead to push further until he lay on top of the other herculean hunk, endowments grinding against one another.

While he was the one who initiated the fun, that didn't mean it didn't affect him much at all. On the contrary, having what had to have been at least a hundred pounds of turgid fuckmeat flooded his nervous system with more unrelenting ecstasy than whole months of jerking off could've ever hoped to accomplish. Even smashing their fattened testosterone factories together generated more pleasure than he was ready for.

The stench of hot raccoon musk permeated the enclosed space the horny behemoths holed themselves up in. Sweat-matted fur let it waft around them as they rutted against each other in total sync, their nostrils tickled by the overly masculine aroma, inhaling as much as they could to fuel their arousal for the other procyon. No one else could possibly match the twin titans in terms of utter attraction they felt towards one another.

Unable to fully satisfy themselves, they instead opted to grip onto the towering crotch rocket opposite theirs, the feeling of which far greater than trying to please themselves. Both of their ringtails excitedly whipped against anything and everything they came into contact with, though not ripping their focus away from getting each other off in the slightest.

The raccoon on the bottom felt the longing for release harder than the other, being under hundreds of pounds of writhing bulk that inundated him with the scent of manly raccoon stud that he wished he could experience firsthand. Being able to grip onto a shaft like that with his whole body sounded like a dream - licking the oozing cumslit as litres of preseed drooled along the tumescent length, grazing his teeth against the mushroom head to induce a moan of appreciation from the hunk he was servicing... All of it gave him new fantasies he wanted to try out, ideas to pitch later on.

If there was one obvious facet of having a cock as big as them that they failed to consider, it was that they attained their threshold for orgasm far faster than imagined as the surface area providing ardent stimulation had more than doubled. Every little ministration of their fingers compounded with the pleasurable squashing of their twin dongs to incite the fires of arousal to burn brightest in their souls. Their moaning reached a fever pitch as neither of them could take any more of the other's frenzied manhandling, and they let their engorged cum tanks take them for a ride.

Orbs the width of tires produced an ungodly amount of cum in the brief window that they frotted, audibly churning with virile spunk the entire time that they now geysered out indiscriminately. The copy was lost in the bliss as he got showered by not only his seed, but also that of the original beefcake as well. That was all well and good with him as the taste of raw raccoon masculinity roused him even harder.

The floor became swamped with the combined loads of the twin behemoths, firing off rope after sticky rope that grew to around an inch high until it inevitably slipped under the crack of the closed door, tragically unsealed and letting all the musky jizz run free through the hallway. Neither hulking raccoon stopped enough to notice, but even if they did they wouldn't care. That wasn't a problem in their books.

Gripping onto one of those monstrous pillars felt like trying to wrestle a life-sized firehose, with the one reason they managed being that those inconceivable raccoonhoods were thankfully attached. It was the only semblance of control they still had in the situation.

Minutes felt like they dragged into hours as their fattened nuts emptied themselves of everything they made, coating the pair of them in a sticky blanket of cum that they didn't stop themselves from enjoying. Their afterglow consisted of them making out with the other procyon's heft and licking them clean, lashing their tongue along every crevice they could realistically reach given their bloated statures. It gave them a renewed appreciation for each other that they wouldn't soon forget.

"That was..." The copy had to force himself to breathe as he was far too in love with the other raccoon's bulk to do so naturally.

"Fucking phenomenal!" Rocket boomed. The satisfied visage on the other hunk got him feeling as such, however, a growing part of him wanted more. "But I think we can do so much--"

"Better?"

The word hit Rocket harder than he thought it would. "Yeah, much better. Bigger and stronger and heavier and just..." It took him everything he had to not jerk himself off then and there as a familiar looking object made itself known in the dwindling pool of cum. "You wanna make it happen?" He flashed his identical twin a glance at the device in his hand.

Seeing that got the duplicate's eyes to nearly bulge from his head, his libido strengthened to full force at the mere thought alone. There was only one thing he could realistically say at that moment. "Fuck yeah."