Pouring himself a cup of coffee Logan set
his cigar down to take a sip when he felt Rogue press up behind him, gently
gripping at his shoulders yet showing incredible strength. “Uhm… Rogue?”
Looking up the last thing he saw was the ravenous gleam in her eyes before she
opened her mouth and enveloped his head in her jaws. Caught off guard and
muffling out cries of panic, Wolverine’s claws shot out of his knuckles, trying
to flail around and cut the insane woman who by now started working her way
down his shoulders. Gripping his arms tightly Rogue prevented him from doing
anything short of just kicking wildly, but the claws did catch her attention
when she lifted the small man up.
Focusing with her new powers of telepathy
she entered Logan’s mind. “Stop struggling, ahm hungry and ah NEED you, so go unsheathe
them claws you angry house cat!” Feeling his body go limp in her arms and his
claws retract back into his hands, Rogue finished what she had started, gulping
him down bit by bit until his shoes finally passed her lips with one final
swallow. Staggering back and leaning against the wall, she felt her stomach
groan and churn, hard at work trying to digest her latest ‘meal’. “You’d understand
Logan, ah can’t control mah hunger, if I kept goin around eating people Ah’d
drop dead!”
At that moment her stomach lurched and Rogue
closed her eyes when a rush filled her veins. She could actually feel her insides
change all at once; the strain on her back and joints lessened, her skin
getting tighter and losing much of its sag. Inside her breathing and heart rate
improved, her lungs and heart adapting to her now 500-pound bulk. Raising her
arms she felt a tightness knot at her wrists, starting off as an itch before
becoming painful. Wincing, she gave a sigh of relief when three bony claws shot
out between her knuckles. The wounds they caused healing instantly and letting
the swelling die down. Breathing in deeply, Rogue took a quick glance at her retractable
claws and resheathed them, shivering at the sensation before looking down at
her firm but round stomach. “Well Logan thanks for the gifts, ah didn’t WANT to
gobble you up but it was either you or me.” Breathing in again Rogue felt a
little distracted when she could smell practically EVERYTHING on the floor she
was on. Just from the kitchen alone she could make out the next four classrooms
down the hall, the deodorants and perfumes each student wore, the flower pot on
Storm’s desk three doors down, the cleaning fluids from the closet across the
hall. It was quite a bit to take in.
“And ah thought Emma’s powers were a bit
much…”
Giving her head a shake Rogue regained her
composure and walked over to the coffee machine, taking Logan’s drink in her
hands. Taking a long sip, she rubbed her stomach and sighed in relief that she
was full, for now. “One problem out of the way, now how am ah gonna fix all
this fat?”