Rocket dropped the weight, panting loudly as he blinked. Something didn’t feel right, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Thankfully the answer hit him in the chin as his pecs brushed against it. “What the Hell happened to me?” he growled out, voice pitching deeper from how much he had grown. Breathing deeply and watching his chest expand with each heavy breath, he remembered The Collector’s words. “Yeah… strength to conquer a whole planet single handedly, that’s what I’m talkin’ about!” Chuckling deeply and making his titanic body rumble, Rocket bear his fist against his mammoth chest. “I’m comin’ for ya now, Drax!” With the ground rumbling beneath his mighty strides, Rocket lumbered back towards the Milano. Smirking wildly, he grabbed the star ship in his huge hands, his biceps swelling, mashing against his beefy chest, his geographic landmass of a back unfurling as he dragged the starship off the docking bay, metal scraping and screeching as he pulled the hull to him. “I’m back!” Rocket roared, the whole Milano shaking with each step. Drax finally looked up from where he was, polishing his knives, as Rocket brought his hulking mass into the seat opposite the green warrior. His view was taken up entirely by the swollen procyon, from his brick-sized abs to his chest wider than Drax could reach around, and that massive metal arm in front of him, making the table groan from the weight. He flexed his free arm, smirking deviously as his bicep swelled larger than his head.