Carla yawns slightly, leaning back on the couch as she stretches out, it had been a long day at work and she was pretty ready to just lay back and relax. She had everything she needed for the night. Nail polish, a few sets of makeup to try out, and some clothes to send pics of to friends. It had been a few months by then since she was finally able to move into her own place, and it was the first time she had been able to have a night all to herself. Most of her time had been getting her apartment nice and presentable, painting the walls of her room a gaudy pink. Making sure all of her jewelry was where it should be, and just setting up the kind of place she’s always wanted as a young girl. Though right as she pops over the nail polish she’s caught off guard by a sudden knock at the door. A frown flickering across her face as she looks over to the front door. A part of her thought to just leave it, he didn’t want to get caught up in anything if it was a neighbor or someone trying to get her in a conversation, but hearing the knock again she sighs.


Pushing herself up off the couch she holds her hand up. “Coming!” She calls out, making her way over to the door as she leans in, peering through the peephole to see.. Nothing on the other side. Stepping back she furrows her brow, brushing her blonde hair out of her face and crosses her arms, a bit of worry flickering across her face as thoughts of what could be on the other side start to flicker across her mind. Shaking her head she sighs. “Dammit Carla you’re 20 you shouldn’t be scared of this dumb horror movie crap.” He lightly pats to the sides of her face, calming herself down as she reaches  out and throws open the door, prepared for whatever may be waiting on the other side. However she’s quickly met by.. Absolutely nothing, save for a package that now rested right outside her door. Leaning out she takes a quick look around the open area, frowning a bit more before looking down to the package again.


Kneeling down and picking it up she gives the small thing a quick shake. “Hmm.. I don’t remember ordering anything.” She grumbles quietly, but seeing as it was getting late she decides to bring it in, figure out who it belongs to and bring it to them the next day. Setting it down on the table Carla starts to look it over, flipping the box over a few times, not seeing any return address on it, or seeing anything at all. Frowning and crossing her arms she walks over to the kitchen, grabbing a knife from the kitchen and quickly slicing the tape off. Quickly opening it up she pulls out a small action figure of some raccoon? No she had seen this thing before, yeah it was Rocket or something. She didn’t know much about comics, just the bits she had heard about from her brother. It wasn’t really her kind of thing anyways, just sorta too silly and dumb for her tastes.  Shrugging it off she sets the figure down in the box once more and turns to make her way back to the living room. Though as she does she feels a slight tingle shoot through her body. She pauses a bit shuttering from the strange feeling as her hand moves down to her gut, giving it a few rubs as she can’t help but notice that her clothes felt a bit tighter than usual. She hadn’t noticed but small, thick patches of fur had begun to sprout alongside the back of her palms. 


Before long she could feel another sharp grumble shoot through her gut, making her grit her teeth with a deep blush. “G-grrrf.. W-what the hell?”She questions blushing heavily before starting to make her way towards the bathroom feeling that tingling in her gut growing stronger and stronger. A pulsing pressure slowly moved down towards her lower body, and with each pulse she swore that she could feel her clothes growing tighter with each passing moment. While it wasn’t something she could see her body slowly would grow larger, and larger. Inches piling on by the second. Alongside it her body almost began to bulk up in size. As her shirt pulls up over her stomach she doesn’t quite notice her soft, smooth stomach hardening turning into a 2 pack, then 4, then 6 and only seeming to grow larger with each passing moment.


Quickly slipping into the bathroom Clara grunts, struggling to try and get her pants down, blushing deeper as she struggles with her pants. She doesn’t even manage to yank them down, as the growing pressure suddenly causes her body to tear through her pants. Sending the scraps flying all around her. “O-oh shit! Dammit those were my favorite pants..” She whines. In her slight daze she barely noticed how strong the pressure in her stomach had grown, and before she could even open up the toilet bowl she could feel her hole stretching out, much wider than it should have been able to. A small gasp leaving her mouth as an absolutely massive log forces itself out of her asshole. Now she could practically feel her hole plumping up, growing wider, and fatter as she groaned. Her body forces itself down into a squatting position and she swore she could pick up the scent of.. Chocolate and vanilla? Almost like cookies and cream coming from somewhere in the room as she grew hotter. She could hear the log pressing up against the ground, whining loudly as her nose wrinkles on instinct. Though as the smell of her own filth hits her once again there’s that strange smell once again, one of strong, and very sweet chocolate.


“H-huh?” She questions, looking over her shoulder. Her gaze is soon met by the giant log of chocolate cookie dough that was pouring out of her ass. One log that seemed to keep pushing out of her. The sweet smell assaulting her senses, clouding her thoughts as a small bit of drool dribbles down her chin. In her daze her mind would slowly start rewriting itself. As her gaze moved around the bathroom she couldn’t help but stare at the pink shower curtains, or the mirror with the obviously fake gems surrounding the outside. She winces at the sight of them, she had thought they were so beautiful, but now as she stared at it, as her body grew larger with each passing second. More muscular, taller, as she passes 6 feet, 7 feet. She was still growing too, her mind raced with confusion, small jolts of pleasure shooting across her form. 


Clara even in her clouded mind she could feel something pulsing between her legs looking down past her flattening breasts which were now growing just as muscular and furry as the rest of her upper half she could see her skirt being pushed up. Slowly a large, girthy shaft slowly starts to swell out from under her skirt. Her lips sealing up as a massive set of balls slap wetly against the ground. She or rather He was starting to sweat by now, the smell of cookies and cream only growing stronger as his musk filled the room. Biting his bottom lip he could feel it plumping out, growing fatter and heavier as the skin is dyed a deep black as he opens his mouth, teeth sharpening as he slurps across his bottom tongue. He could feel that haze over his mind start to thicken, but he didn’t care anymore, huffing up the musk from his body he slowly let his tongue roll out. Eyes rolling back as he reaches a hand down to grip his now rock hard shaft.


“G-grrff~ I can worry about fixin this place up later~” He growls out, his hands plumping up, while his feet tear through his socks. Revealing monstrously huge paws that he digs into the ground with a pleasurable groan. Now standing at nearly 10 feet tall his new sharp claws crack the tiling under him as he began to stroke his cock with one paw he holds the other up, looking in the girly mirror while stroking himself off, a cheeky smirk plastered on his face, giving it a few flexes. “Fuck I’m hot~” He watches himself in the mirror as his cock soon hitting a little less than half his body size. Peeking right above at the level of his mouth. As he opens his mouth he murrs, the scent of his seed, a thick, creamy vanilla yogurt hits his nose. Slowly his muscles bulge a bit more, swelling up in size as his cock slips between his fat pecs. A dollop of yogurt pushing out of his cock, leaning in he takes a nice long lick of it. Slurping it up eagerly, and as he does his face slowly starts to push out, wincing softly his nose darkening and merging with his upper lip. Slowly rounding out into a muzzle, his bottom lip growing even larger and heavier.


With one last firm pump he blows his load. Cumming thick ropes of yogurt jizz across the ground. Thick creamy loads of jizz splash against the walls of the bathroom, washing out the gaudy pink walls as he tilts his head back, groaning loudly in pleasure having to bend over now to even fit in the room. His body was absolutely massive, taking in his still rock hard cock in his mouth as he slurps and sucks over the head of his cock. Slurping off the remaining strings of yogurt and even managing to milk out a good bit of his own. Though while sucking he can feel another rumble in his lower body, feet swelling out just a few more sizes. Each step the now raccoon man took shook the ground under him, cracking the ground as he bent down, taking in more of his cock, his throat beginning to bulge as he growled. That growing, pulsing pleasure overwhelming his mind as he starts to piss himself, releasing his bladder right into his mouth.


Though like the rest of his bodily fluid it had been transformed as well. The sweet, creamy taste of chocolate milk rushing down his throat, once again making his eyes roll back with a low groan of pleasure. He couldn’t control himself, chocolate milk pouring from the sides of his mouth as he absolutely blasts himself. Though his mind begins to drift, just what the hell was he doing again? He was up to something though he couldn’t exactly think clearly. Relaxing after something. The last few changes to wash over his body are his feet growing a few more sizes, to massive lengths as the fur finishes spreading around his lower body. A long fluffy raccoon tail bursting from right above his ass. Another murr leaves his mouth as he opens his muzzle back up, letting his still pissing cock flop out spraying the ground all around him, soaking the table and couch. As the changes come to an end the memories come rushing in, Rocket now stood bent over in the living room, frowning at how girly everything looked.


“Hrrf, damn this shit looks pretty bad… Nothing that I can’t fix up~” He chuckles a bit to himself, the apartment was far too girly. Whoever the hell lived here last obviously had no taste for anything good. Any memories of who he was before are gone, not that he cared. He was himself, he was Rocket Raccoon and damn he was great, plopping himself down on the couch he feels that rumble in his gut once more, leaning over to the side he gives a quick grunt, pushing out another fat log of chocolate cookie dough. Tonight was gonna be a good tonight of just lounging around and being as filthy as possible~