PIZZA TIME!!!

Heading up to the main floor where lunch break was in full swing and the staff and students were picking up something to eat, they all went silent when they found what was best described as a kitty hulk with horns come up from the staircase with Scott over her shoulder. The man looking to everyone pleadingly as Emma walked with an almost exaggerated sway to her hips to show off her improved figure before spotting Storm and Rogue at a table outside the building overlooking the yard out back.

Opening the double doors and crouching to step through, both ladies could only look up in surprise to find the White Queen stand to her full height and grin down at the two ladies.

“Emma?!”

“Hello darling! Do you like the new look?” She asked, finally letting Scott down to his feet where he staggered back and pulled a chair to sit.

“Damn girl, y’all the biggest beef cake in the stable… You’re not gonna eat anybody are ya sug?”

“Pff…” Rolling her eyes and taking a seat with the three, Emma crossed one leg over the other and shimmied her shoulders with a smug grin. “No darling, I have that covered. Dr. McCoy gave me a clean bill of health and I want to celebrate a bit.”

“He’s a doctor Emma, not a magician, what you have is a curse.” Pulling up his chair, Scott rolled his shoulder after being hauled around like a shoulder strap bag. “We need to find a way to reverse this while you have control of yourself.”

“Also, you’re naked.” Storm gestured at Emma’s lack of attire, making the wendigo woman look down at herself and pad over her flat stomach and chest before squinting her eyes back at Ororo. At that second, Storm blinked and smiled. “Wow Emma, that’s a lovely number on you, how did you get it your size?”

“Custom tailoring love, it costs a pretty penny to be sure, but the results are always worth it.” Emma posed, the trio seeing the gigantic woman wearing a stylish silk white dress with star sapphires that matched her new bestial appearance. Looking out to the crowed, she had projected the same illusion to everyone else seeing the hulking animal woman, her smile showing her fangs when she spotted a couple of students bump headfirst into a light post on their way to the track field. Looking out to the field, she spotted a red shirt wearing man in a matching ball cap hauling 5 pizza boxes with him, checking the address as he finally came to the rear patio of the mansion and stopped dead in his tracks looking up at the smirking wendigo woman.

“Uhm… Five all meat lover’s pizzas for a Mr. Logan?”

“Emma…” Sighed Scott, pinching his fingers at the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“Oh, he can handle the bill, Love.” Purred the wendigo woman as she plucked the boxes off the delivery man’s hands with ease and dropped them on the shared table. “Until then I can finally get my lunch.”

Reaching into the pizza box Emma daintily pulled out a slice and unceremoniously shoved it into her mouth like she was starving, leaving her two friends and lover to trade looks and watch on as their friend eats like a starving animal. “Honestly… ‘Gulp’… You all are overreacting about this. I have perfect control over myself, you have nothing to worry about the White Queen.”

“Says the lioness to a trio of antelope.” Snorted Ororo as she got up from her chair to leave. “Speaking of Logan, I have to speak to him about his curriculum, he’s trying to get out of teaching art class this week.”

“Good luck Sugah.”

Stepping around Emma as she finished off a pizza pie all by herself and tossed the empty box to the ground at her feet, Storm spotted a lone pepperoni that escaped its fate sitting on the table. Reaching out, she plucked it between her fingers, gasping when she found Emma had snapped out and bit it out of her fingers.

“Ouch! Dammit Emma!”

Wiping her lip with her clawed finger, the White Queen blinked back at the weather goddess as she sucked on her bit finger. Then shrugged as she went back to her meal. “What was that about lions and antelop Ororo?”

Giving the wendigo woman a dirty look, Storm stepped into the school and made her way towards the stairs. Suddenly feeling feverish. Heading up to her room and feeling woozy the entire time, Ororo leaned against the wall and brought her hand to her forehead, feeling she was rather feverish.

“Dammit Emma, what were you eating before you bit me?”

Finding her room, she stumbled inside and closed the door behind her, pulling off her jacket to rest on the back of a chair as she simply fell face first into bed and curled herself up into a fetal position. Humming to herself as sleep finally claimed her. Unaware as she breathed slowly and her eyes closed, her fingernails began to grow.

*

It was the dead of night; the moon was full overhead in a clear sky over a grassy field in the African plains. Breathing silently and sniffing the air, Ororo growled to herself as she followed a scent she picked up when the wind changed direction. Stalking low to the grass, she followed that scent until she came across a bonfire where a man in jeans and a flannel shirt sat on a log poking at the fires to keep them stoked. It was Logan! The man readjusted his cowboy hat as he sipped from a bottle of beer and tried to keep warm at night. Eyeing the man, Ororo caught herself licking her fanged teeth and leer at the man, purring deepy as she kept low so as not to be caught. She was hungry, VERY hungry, and right now he was the most delicious thing out at night for her to sink her teeth into.

A twig snapped when she stalked closer, failing not be seen or heard in her hunt for the man, and causing the Wolverine to look up at her direction and freeze. Making direct eye contact with the nightly predator as she growled under her breath and got up to her full height.

“Wendigoooooo…”

Jumping to his feet and running for his life, Logan ran as hard as he could, briefly looking over his shoulder to find Ororo chasing him, her gait fast as she kept up with him on all fours, roaring out into the night and pulverising a fallen tree into splinters for getting in her way. Crying out into a panick, Logan continued to run until he reached the edge of a forest and jumped for the closest tree to climb, getting up to the highest branches to get away from Storm. Circling the tree and looking with a snarl, Ororo raked her claws down the bark of the tree, leaving deep, chipped grooves into the bark and wood.

“Wendigooooo….”

Rearing up to her full height, Logan creeped higher up the tree, holding onto dear life just as Storm backhanded the tree with enough **** to snap its 2-foot-wide truck in two and cause it careening down into the brush. Jumping out of the tree before it crashed to the ground and tumbling into a roll, Logan fumbled to his feet and ran. By now Storm was starving, always starving as she fell into the chase, her blood red eyes wild with hunger and her teeth bared as she roared out again, making Wolverine go into a panic as he jumped over a ravine in the hopes of losing her again.

Jumping over the crevice and landing heavily on the other side, Logan cried out as he looked over his shoulder to find her still chasing him… Then he tripped over an exposed root and landed face first into the dirt and grass. Rolling onto his back, he cried out when Storm finally caught up to him and lunged for his screaming face.

*

Rolling in her sleep, Ororo moaned deeply, her bare chest heaving, having out grown her top an hour ago as she breathed in and smiled a fanged grin while she dreamed, her long feline tail curling between her legs as she rolled her shoulder, the remains of her top bursting at the buttons and seams to free her now larger and more powerful frame. White fur like her long flowing hair covered her entire muscular and curvaceous figure, her arms hugging close under her chest and causing her larger breasts to press up to her chin as her dream intensified. smiling wider, Storm purred deeply. Her clawed hand slipping down between her legs.

“Wendigooooo…”