When daylight broke through the windowsill Rogue winced and slowly turned around, sitting up to rub the daylight out of her eyes and stretch out a yawn. Getting up to her feet she already realized she was now… Larger. Each step sounded heavier and her inner thighs rubbed against each other when she walked towards her dresser and mirror.
“OK Rogue, time for the damage.”
The instant she spotted her reflection she didn’t like what she saw. Her once sharp features were now softened, giving her a rounded face and cheeks. Her arms were thick and pressed up against her now massive H cup breasts which had burst open her gown during her sleep. Her stomach was a soft round orb that pressed up against the dresser and even though she couldn’t see it she knew her ass was almost as wide as the desk. She wasn’t plump or just fat… She was obese, and if her math was right, after eating 3 people she had to have weight a little more than 400 pounds. She wanted to cry, her figure was ruined and all because of a mutant frog man that had tampered with her powers. Gathering her strength, she went over to her cloths and rummaged through what she had and what could fit. To her dismay… Not much. Everything she had was meant for a woman a third her size, even her favorite jacket no longer fit her. Eventually she was able to find a few large sweaters to tie around her bust as a top and a coat she tied around her waist like a skirt.
Looking back at her reflection she posed for only a second before she slumped and began to sulk. “How could this get any worse?” A deep growl from her stomach was her answer. “Oh FUCK OFF! How can ah be hungry?!” Wringing her hands and shaking her fat stomach she glared at her belly and fumed. It was because of her new appetite that was the cause of all this, and now it wanted more. Steeling herself she opened the door to her room and took a tentative step out to get something to eat, if she were lucky no one would notice her before she escaped back to her room.
“HOLY SHIT! ROGUE?!”
Bad luck seemed to like company when the Southern Bell found herself surrounded by students on their way to their morning classes.
“What the hell happened to you?”
“Oh my GOD, did you touch Blob last night?”
“Ewwwww!”
“That’s a HUGE bitch!”
Frowning at the shocked faces and whispers, Rogue shook her fists and cried out. “Everybody shut up!” To her amazement, they all did. Looking around the hallway, all of the students present had stopped talking, in fact they just stood there like time had stopped. Calming down, Rogue waddled over to one of the students and waved her hand over his face. Garnering no reaction. “What happened?” Staring deeper at the boy in front of her she gasped when she started seeing his memories and thoughts, seeing bits like what he chose to wear waking up, what he was planning for breakfast, even the song still stuck in his head. “Thank you Emma…” Shaking her head she looked over to the rest of the throng of students and concentrated, setting them back into motion.
“Nothing to see here kids, ahm completely normal, just go on to class and ignore little ol me.”
Reacting like they all just woke up from something they went back to heading towards their classes. None the wiser of what had happened. Continuing on to the kitchen Rogue looked to the classmen and went a bit further, projecting a thought into everyone’s heads that instead of a 400-pound woman waddling the halls it was Rogue as she was BEFORE she absorbed Toad’s powers, svelte and thin she was wearing her trademark green and black costume with her favorite jacket.
“Morning Miss rogue, heading off to the kitchen? I think Mr. Logan is still there making coffee.”
“Why thank ya’ll sugah, don’t doddle you’ve got a class to get to.” Seeing the students run off, rogue wiped her forehead and sighed a breath of relief, for now she could cover for her physique until she fixed it, and hopefully fix her powers. Her stomach growled angrily when she passed a few students running late, even scaring a few from the sound. Blushing and looking sheepish Rogue quickened her pace, grimacing at how her bulk swayed with each quickened step. Pausing to catch her breath a sudden thought came to mind, she was fat, like REALLY fat. What could this be doing to her body? For all she knew her added weight could drive her to have a heart attack or suffocate under her own weight if she collapsed, not to mention diabetes or kidney stones or any other health problem a woman of her weight would be… No! SHOULD be suffering. Flexing her arm all she could see was the thick layer of fat that now insulated her insides, the though made her go pale.
“Ah’ve got to do something about this, NOW!”
Finally crossing the doorframe of the kitchen, Rogue found the tea cup left behind when she ate Emma Frost, now cold and ignored on the table. Across the other side of the kitchen standing in front of the coffee maker was Wolverine, staring at the dripping kettle with a bored expression and a lit cigar in his mouth. Hearing a growl behind him, Logan looked back to find Rogue fidgeting at the door, looking exhausted and rubbing a hand over her flat green clad stomach. “Hey Rogue, made some coffee.” Blowing a plume of smoke from his cigar, the short X-man pulled himself a mug to pour his drink.
“Morning Logan, should you really be smoking this early in the morning?”
Snorting, Logan just smirked at the thin looking woman, wriggling the cigar between his fingers. “Heh, the fringe benefits of being me Rogue; can’t get sick and can’t get injured, perfect bill of health.”
Hearing those words, Rogue thought them over. Logan had the ability to regenerate, his healing factor made it so he could never suffer any kind of injury or ill condition no matter what state he was in. Hearing her stomach growl again, Rogue licked her lips staring at Wolverine. “Perfect bill of health…”