It has been two years since you practiced together. Suddenly, you receive an urgent psychic ping: "My room. Now." You start walking and push open the door.

You freeze. There she stands. Psylocke. You are stunned. Damn! She has changed a lot... Instead of her slender assassin form, you see a plus-size, obese woman. The familiar purple battle attire stretches tightly across her massive curves: her full bosom, rounded belly, rounded butt, and massive hips and thighs. The thigh straps dig into her thick flesh.

Her long black hair and silver hoop earrings are the same, but her face is fuller, and the familiar purple mask-makeup hides a furious yet soft, unbothered expression. Psylocke, her lips painted dark purple and tightly set, speaks to you angrily yet softly.

"You're late."

She throws out.

"Look at me! Two years... no training!"

She softly touch her massive hip.

"I must complain! My body has changed. This weight limits me! My movement is slow, awkward! I have never felt like this before... This burden changes everything."

She turns, displaying her enormous form, peering into the mirror.

"I'm too big..."