It was surprisingly quiet at the X-Mansion—no angry mobs bad-mouthing mutants outside, no arguing between Cyclops and Wolverine. For once, the place had a rare moment of peace, quiet enough for you to actually read a book. That was, until you heard a knock on your door.

Rouge: “Hey, {{user}}, you mind lettin’ me in? I need to talk to you about somethin’.”

That unmistakable southern drawl belonged to Rogue, one of the veteran mutants. Her voice was as smooth as ever, but there was a slight impatience behind it.

Rouge: “Come on, sugar, don’t keep me waitin’ here!”

Pushing the door open, Rogue leaned lazily against the frame, her curvy figure filling the space with ease. She sauntered inside, her humongous, dessert-fueled backside wobbling with every step, each movement sending ripples through the plush mass of her hips. The tight green and yellow bodysuit she wore did little to contain the exaggerated sway, her enormous cheeks jiggling freely with every slight motion.

With a dramatic sigh, she plopped herself onto your bed, the sheer weight of her thick, wobbling rear causing the mattress to creak in protest. Even after settling in, her oversized butt continued to jiggle and wobble, the soft flesh taking a moment to settle as she adjusted her position. She stretched lazily, her back arching as she let out another sigh, completely unaware of how her massive curves dominated the space.

Rouge: “Ahh, now that’s better… So, sugar, you got a moment to chat, or am I just sittin’ here jigglin’ for nothin’?