A case of swelling at the doctor's office

Looking up at the ceiling after coming awake, Scott brought his hand up to rub the bridge of his nose and look around. He remembered he was hauled over McCoy’s back into the infirmary and was told he needed surgery… That much he at least remembered through the pain. Looking down, he found his shirt missing and his stomach wrapped in bandages along with an IV in his arm when he found Hank step into the room with a clip board in hand and nodded down to Scott with a smile.

“Ah, good morning, Scott, or should I say good afternoon?”

“Huuungh… Mwah ma nuhh…?”

“Ah yes, that’s the morphine talking, I managed to repair all your injuries, so all you have to do is rest and you can get up and about like nothing happened… Speaking of which, what DID happen?”

His face going pale, Scott traced his hand to the IV and found the applicator to increase the dosage, pressing the button a couple of times to get him doped up enough not to remember the traumatising hallucination of him being Luke Skywalker trapped in an ice cave… With a rather amorous Wampa that had a striking resemblance to Emma press up against him and the wall of ice behind him. Seeing the man sigh with relief as he increased his own dosage enough to pass out, Beast shrugged and pointed over to Logan laying across from him with an IV of his own.

“Well, whatever you both had gone through, its over now.” Placing the clip board of their health results down on a counter next to Logan’s bed, Beast made his way over to his desk where he sipped at a mug of coffee and went over a project prior to being called away to aid the two men. “And now back to my favorite pass time; cataloging the health records of all our students and staff…“

“Hnnnnnnnngh…”

Logan grimaced at the thought, until he heard the door open at the infirmary’s entrance which **** Dr. McCoy to stop what he was doing and turn in his chair to smile. He found Anne Marie come in, now fully dressed, and holding her jacket in her hand as she waved back to the blue furred man. “Ah, welcome Rogue, here to visit Logan and Scott?”

“Yeah, durn alley cat is having a squabble with ol Xavier, and Storm up and bit mah hand!” She pouted, waving the gloved hand her friend bit, the material still sporting teeth marks. “How’s the two mornin birds?”

“Well Logan is asleep, and Scott woke up earlier, but he conked back out after I brought up Emma. If you wait a bit, they might stir awake.” Getting up from his chair, Beast turned to leave the infirmary. “In the meantime, I have to take a step outside and restock the shelves, I’ll be right back.”

“Alright then.” Sitting next to Logan, Rogue watched the man sleep as the meter checking his vitals continued to beep. Noticing him stir and look up he found her smiling down at him.

“Whazzat? What time is it?” He groaned, bringing a hand to his face to wipe over his eyes and nose.

“Time to get off the sauce Logan Sugah. Storm musta had a rough time with ya’ll to drink all the hard liquor in the cabinet.”

Immediately feeling alert as the memories rushed to him, Logan looked around as if trying to find a way to escape but slumped back down to the bed, vertigo taking hold of him. Seeing him groan in discomfort, Rogue made a face and shook her head.

“Where’s Storm now?”

“Watchin Emma and Charles duke it out in their minds, its like watchin two blind kids in a starin contest. It’s sick.”

Looking up to the woman with clearer vision, Wolverine squinted to find the woman paler than he remembered. Her skin seemed deathly pale and her hair was taking on a grey tint. “Are you feeling alright Rogue?”

Waving her hand and rolling her eyes, the woman got to her feet and began to put on her jacket, finding the thing rather snug around her shoulders and back when she tried to put it on.

“Don’tchoo worry about little ol me Sugah, ahm as fit as a… Hnnngh… As a fiddle.”

Tugging at her jacket, she found it even tighter when she tried to pull it down, her sleeves feeling skintight the longer she pulled. The rest of her clothes were even tighter as they creaked under the pressure of her figure and height expanding.

“Lousy, stinking jacket… Ah knew I left it in the wash too long.” She grunted, slowly growing taller as her denim pants burst at the thighs and a feline tail snapped out behind her, swatting Scott in the face. The sleeves to the jacket bursting to free her growing arm muscles as the remains of her pants slipped off her.

“Uhm… Rogue?”

“STUPID LITTLE…” Growled the woman as she turned albino white, including her hair as it grew out behind her, wilder and fuller by the second as she tried to close the jacket in her hands so the zipper could meet. The act becoming impossible as her chest expanded into proud H cup breasts that had already ripped her blouse open for more room, a tuft of white fur creeping up her cleavage to spread across her chest and down her stomach. Gritting her teeth, they instantly became fanged as a single blink of her eyes turned them blood red. “FIT DAMN YOU! FIT!”

Looking up bug eyed and pulling his blanket up to cover himself as if it were a shield, Logan could only look up in terror as Rogue snarled and growled down at the remains of her jacket, the rest of her clothing had burst off her 8-foot-tall body as she grew with her anger. Eventually the flaps of her jacket had finally given way and tore at the back, leaving the she-wendigo looking down at the torn fabric of her favorite jacket in both her clawed hands. Tossing them to the floor at her feet, the monster woman sniffed the air and turned her attention down at Logan, who was too afraid to even blink as she growled under her breath… Though it sounded more like a growl from her stomach.

At that moment the infirmary doors opened, with Beast carrying a load of boxes and packages in both arms.

“Well, I’m back, this will leave me busy for the next few hours, I usually find it fun to take the time to stock up on bandages and sanitizers and printing paper, heh… The amount of printing paper I go through every time a student comes in here with a case of glow in the dark acne or a… HOLY SHIT!!!!!!”

Dropping all his gained supplies to the floor, Beast could only stand stunned as Rogue snapped her attention back to the blue furred man and growled, brandishing her claws and baring her fangs.

“Weeeendiiiiigooooo...”

*

Back in the kitchen, Storm picked at the plate of over crisped bacon, nibbling away at the now charred meat as she watched Xavier and Frost stare at each other with deadpan faces. They had been at this for over 20 minutes, and it had gotten old the first 19.

(You are NEVER going to let that go, aren’t you Charles.)

(The one time I’m gone on a hiatus, and I promote you to head mistress of the school, you scared everyone at the student body introduction in the auditorium with a fake sentinel attack. EVERYONE defecated in their seats Emma. EVERYONE! Kitty told me it took a week for the smell to go away and a month still to clean the stains!)

(If you want your students to learn how to swim, sometimes you need to dip them in the deep end.)

(Swim in WHAT Emma? Swim in WHAT?! I want my mutant students to be the next leaders of a new world; diplomats, teachers, maybe even the next president! What part of that job description involves a giant fucking robot ripping the roof off over their heads with the power to fill your pants with hot chili?!)

(I figured it was down the road sooner or later. I’m sure president webbed-toed weirdo would eventually have to deal with…) Blinking and sitting up, Emma Frost stopped in her mental conversation when she looked around the kitchen alarmed.

“Oh, is the conversation over?” Asked Storm, finished off the bacon when both people started talking again.

“Miss Frost, what is…”

Immediately getting out of her chair, Emma practically ran on all fours out of the kitchen and charged past several shocked students on their way to class as she barrelled down the hall to head down the stairs for the sub levels with Storm and Xavier trying to keep up with her. By the time she got to the infirmary, the telepathic wendigo woman gasped at the sight of Rogue, fully transformed and holding up an **** Scott in both hands. Her mouth wide open like she was going to take a bite out of him like a sandwich. Beast and Wolverine were at either side of the infirmary floor trying to fend their changed friend off with whatever they had on hand.

Seeing enough, Emma reached out with her hand and concentrated. “STOP!”

Freezing on the spot with her eyes wide open, Rogue remained still with Scott in her clawed hands.

“Down girl!”

Putting Scott gently down on the cot he was resting on, Rogue squatted down to all fours like a dog, looking forward with no expression on her feline face. Seeing the dangers were over, McCoy and Logan collapsed with exhaustion as Emma made her way inside and crossed her arms under her chest with a displeased frown. Sitting like a loyal pet, Rogue was as still as a statue until Emma tapped at the side of her head and concentrated.

“Alright Anne Marie, make something dignified of yourself.”

Blinking and falling onto her rear, Rogue looked around to find Logan and McCoy scared out of their wits.

“Ugh… What happened? Ahm feeling hungrier than a…” Looking down at her clawed hands and further down to the rest of her furry body, Rogue got up to her feet and felt down her muscular and curvaceous figure. Standing to her full 8-foot-tall height to see Emma eye to eye, AND Storm and Xavier finally catch up to stand at the infirmary door, Rogue slumped her arms to her sides.

“Well shit.”

“Indeed…”