“Huh?”
“You’re eyes Rogue, they’re red.” Giving
the plump southern woman a closer look Emma noticed that Rogue’s once green
eyes were now black with red dots. Curious she looked into the woman’s mind
with her telepathy, gasping when she looked over the sordid details of what
happened in the gymnasium’s broom closet. “Oh… My… Goodness!” Clasping a hand
over her silver lips, Emma Frost gasped at first before falling into a chuckle.
“You ATE Gambit?! Gaaasp… And Toad as well?” Leaning back into her chair her
laughter was uncovered by her hands which returned to her hot tea at the table,
taking a sip with her smiling lips. “So Toad’s powers did a number on you didn’t
they? Personally I won’t miss the greasy midget, but Gambit? Oh there will be
hot water for that.”
“Emma.”
“Oh how ARE you going to keep this a
secret? Or explain away the extra pounds on your derriere? Oh if I could only
be the fly on that wall when Xavier pries the information from that pickle jar
you call a skull and walls you up to keep the rest of the staff safe.” Wringing
her hands excitedly she tapped her feet in excitement. “Oh the discrimination,
the jabs and jeers… I guess it’s true, you southerners will eat just about anything!”
“Emma!” Finally catching the White Queen’s attention,
Emma Frost looked up with a haughty smile to find Rogue glaring down at her,
what broke the smile on Emma’s face was the low growl coming from Rogue’s
stomach. “I’m hungry…” Without warning Rogue opened her mouth and shot her
tongue out to slap right between the White Queen’s eyes, catching the woman off
guard when she was pulled straight into her open mouth. Her cries muffled
inside Rogue’s mouth and her struggling arms held tight in the southern bell’s
strong grip. Opening her mouth wider she pulled Emma deeper down her throat,
grabbing her by her shoulders and lifting her up. Gulping her down to her waist
she grabbed the kicking woman’s legs and swallowed again, slurping her down to
rest heavily in her now bloated stomach.
Staggering back to lean against the wall
Rogue groaned, pressing her hands against the struggling form of Emma Frost in
her stomach before the kicks and punches finally died down. Slumping down to
the tile floor Rogue moaned at being so full, her night dress now clung to her
skin tight and the odd sound stitching creak could be heard. She didn’t mean to
eat the woman but really what choice did she have? If the telepath ran her
mouth off she’d be doomed. Still, it also meant that now she had eaten three
people and she was big enough as it is.
“Well, guess it’s time to head for bed.”
Wincing after picking herself off the ground, Rogue waddled her way towards her
room, cradling her full stomach and pausing only when it made loud churning
noises. Making her way down the hall she easily made it to her bedroom and
dropped herself heavily onto the bedframe. Turning over onto her side she
continued to rub circles around her swollen stomach, sleep finally claiming her
when she was too tired to calm her insides.