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PATREON: Rocket Power- Part 4
Rocket's made his snap, and he settled on being the biggest badass in the galaxy- I think he chose well. Check out more growth antics on Big Stories here!
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Snap.
Rocket had been thinking about this for a long time. Ever since he had pulled out a shard of the power stone from some random treasure room, the thought about how he would use the infinity stones, if he could work his will on the galaxy. No matter what anyone else said about him, he wasn't crazy or actually evil enough to pull off something like Thanos and just snap away half the galaxy— they were all assholes, but he liked some of those assholes. He also didn't want to be a god; Quill's dad showed how twisted that could end up. He could end up as the ruler of the galaxy— but one of Quill's earth movies seemed to suggest that being emperor of the galaxy ended up with you shrivelling up like a prune, and then getting chucked down the air conditioning vent by your own top goon.
So what could a simple raccoon like him want? All he wanted was to be the biggest badass in all the galaxy. So with a snap, it was done. Rocket braced himself for the now all too familiar, but oh-so pleasurable rush of energy pulsing into his mighty body. Apparently, being the biggest badass in the galaxy didn't mean he would grow so much as an inch in height; maybe the infinity stones were just being obtuse, or he really needed to clarify. Even so, he didn't really care anymore— the sheer brawn and strength he could bring to bare now, the power of the infinity shards pulsing through his engorged, bulging musculature made him feel like he could beat a dozen Hulks. The power welled up inside him like a rising tide; rumbling low, he felt every already dense and bulging swell of muscle begin to tense and grow ever larger.
"Hah…" he breathed shallowly, the merest flutter causing his hefty, bulwark pecs to ripple and bounce, the engorged brawn starting to overwhelm his chin as his thick bull neck was swallowed up entirely by the rising mountains of his shoulder line. "Oh, I could get used to this," he rumbled, biting his lower lip as he revelled in the sheer enormity of his own body. He shook his arms loose, the tightly roped burls of muscle that were his swollen biceps that could hit with all the force of a comet, and the hull-like masses of his triceps. As he tensed and curled his arms, the meaty vambraces of his forearms colliding against the burgeoning twin behemoths of his biceps eclipsing his head, he could see fat veins tracing across like rivers over a vast landscape, glowing with the power of the infinity stones.
His broadside back, a sprawling tapestry of muscle, flared out, his heaving flanks mashing against his arms and propping them up higher, the slabs of muscle further framing dense, tightly packed abs. He shifted his weight, widening his stance as he felt thigh muscles coiled as tightly as springs inflate into earth-shaking, load-bearing columns.
Rocket rumbled deeply, claws sharp as adamantium raking against dense, solid muscle. "This… this is finally just right," he growled, flashing a toothy smirk as he could just reach the peak of his bicep, feeling the simmering power just beneath his finger tips. "I gotta put some of this to use. Where's a guy gotta go to find a living planet to beat up?" His pumped biceps collided with his mammoth chest, so dense and tightly packed the two swells of muscle could bend metal between them. There was a manic glint in his eye as he palmed his fist. "I'm feeling like a challenge."
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silver-stagSnap.
Rocket had been thinking about this for a long time. Ever since he had pulled out a shard of the power stone from some random treasure room, the thought about how he would use the infinity stones, if he could work his will on the galaxy. No matter what anyone else said about him, he wasn't crazy or actually evil enough to pull off something like Thanos and just snap away half the galaxy— they were all assholes, but he liked some of those assholes. He also didn't want to be a god; Quill's dad showed how twisted that could end up. He could end up as the ruler of the galaxy— but one of Quill's earth movies seemed to suggest that being emperor of the galaxy ended up with you shrivelling up like a prune, and then getting chucked down the air conditioning vent by your own top goon.
So what could a simple raccoon like him want? All he wanted was to be the biggest badass in all the galaxy. So with a snap, it was done. Rocket braced himself for the now all too familiar, but oh-so pleasurable rush of energy pulsing into his mighty body. Apparently, being the biggest badass in the galaxy didn't mean he would grow so much as an inch in height; maybe the infinity stones were just being obtuse, or he really needed to clarify. Even so, he didn't really care anymore— the sheer brawn and strength he could bring to bare now, the power of the infinity shards pulsing through his engorged, bulging musculature made him feel like he could beat a dozen Hulks. The power welled up inside him like a rising tide; rumbling low, he felt every already dense and bulging swell of muscle begin to tense and grow ever larger.
"Hah…" he breathed shallowly, the merest flutter causing his hefty, bulwark pecs to ripple and bounce, the engorged brawn starting to overwhelm his chin as his thick bull neck was swallowed up entirely by the rising mountains of his shoulder line. "Oh, I could get used to this," he rumbled, biting his lower lip as he revelled in the sheer enormity of his own body. He shook his arms loose, the tightly roped burls of muscle that were his swollen biceps that could hit with all the force of a comet, and the hull-like masses of his triceps. As he tensed and curled his arms, the meaty vambraces of his forearms colliding against the burgeoning twin behemoths of his biceps eclipsing his head, he could see fat veins tracing across like rivers over a vast landscape, glowing with the power of the infinity stones.
His broadside back, a sprawling tapestry of muscle, flared out, his heaving flanks mashing against his arms and propping them up higher, the slabs of muscle further framing dense, tightly packed abs. He shifted his weight, widening his stance as he felt thigh muscles coiled as tightly as springs inflate into earth-shaking, load-bearing columns.
Rocket rumbled deeply, claws sharp as adamantium raking against dense, solid muscle. "This… this is finally just right," he growled, flashing a toothy smirk as he could just reach the peak of his bicep, feeling the simmering power just beneath his finger tips. "I gotta put some of this to use. Where's a guy gotta go to find a living planet to beat up?" His pumped biceps collided with his mammoth chest, so dense and tightly packed the two swells of muscle could bend metal between them. There was a manic glint in his eye as he palmed his fist. "I'm feeling like a challenge."
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