Berserker Rage!

The doors to the pork packing plant opened. Porkum stood there, cock hard. He stroked it with both hands, those huge balls rising and falling. His smell was everywhere. Utterly pervasive. Sue Storm breathed deep, taking it into her lungs. Remembered how powerless and lusty she had been.

*SNIKT*

The Invisible Woman barely had time to register the surprise in Porkum's face. Wolverine was a blur. The young woman frothing at the mouth. Adamantium-laced claws unsheathed.

Some time later, Sue Storm would read Laura Kinney's file. Find out about the scent-based kill switch that had made her a programmed assassin. The trigger that everyone had thought, hoped, had been overcome. Except it turned out that Porkum's pheromones hit the exact same base note in her brain.

In the survival-of-the-fittest game of Fuck, Marry, Kill; Porkum's number had come up...

The claws caught the light to make a brilliant X in the air as she tore his head from his body. Blood fountained, and Wolverine was on top of the body, plunging her blades into her great carcass. His cock spewed its last load uselessly in the air as, fueled by feral instinct, she buried her face in the bloody mass and began to eat.

Sue Storm could only watch, too shocked to act.

Until a cold wind blew from the north.

Snowflakes began to drift down onto the streets of Manhattan, despite the season.

White fur began to sprout from Wolverine's exposed skin. As she feasted on her fallen prey, the slim body of the young woman began to grow, the costume swiftly splitting at the seams. Sue caught sight of small, puffy breasts burst free, heavy and pendulous as white fur covered them. Human features lost beneath an almost simian appearance, arms and legs lengthening as she took on Amazonian proportions.

"Oh no," Sue Storm said as she set up an invisible **** field around the afflicted young woman. She recognized what was happening. The seemingly inevitable mystical result of cannibalism.

"She's gone Wendigo!"