The Wasp-Hulk swarm attacks the X-Men

Barely thirty miles away from where the citywide debauchery and destruction was taking place, the student body and faculty of the Xavier Institute had taken precautious measures. While the elegant familial estate appeared deathly quiet above-ground, the Mansion's residents had long since vacated down to the building's fortified sub-levels the moment the school's Headmaster Charles Xavier picked up a frighteningly large psychic presence suddenly appearing in the city. The Professor's X-Men and his students were miles away from the carnage still ravaging New York, protected by extraterrestrial metal alloys several stories underground, yet as the team were watching the situation unfold in their War Room, worry rippled through the battle-ready X-Men.

"Lordy," Rogue muttered in disbelief. "Wha...what're we even t'make o' all this?"

The room had multiple broadcasts playing around the X-Men as they awaited Charles to wheel out from his Cerebro Chamber. Broadcast news footage from New Jersey and Long Island gave the faint but ominous picture of what looked to be hundreds of Hulks, overwhelming the city like ants to a piece of discarded food as they ran, leapt and rampaged their way through the buildings and streets. Hacked SHIELD satellite footage gave a more visceral impression of what was going down in the city, not only of the multi-colored ogres rutting into each other or collapsing into labor, but of the civilians futilely attempting to escape the madness before bursting from their clothes and joining in on the cataclysmic orgy.

The air in the room was tense, with enough X-Men averting their eyes to the situation at hand that when one of their own cried out and collapsed onto the floor, it caught everyone's attention.

"Emma! Are--are you alright?" Scott cried, lifting his lover back to her feet. "What happened?"

"Ugh. Nothing but my own damn insistence, is what," Emma growled, still woozy on her feet. "I thought I could get a quick scan on the place, see if there's just one mind out there worth picking, and, God." She shook her head as she leaned back against a control console. "It was like getting two cable channels crossed. Like playing a history show about caveman spliced with hardcore pornography."

"What kind of cable package did you get, growing up?" Kitty chuckled.

"Who still has cable?" Chimed in Jubilee.

"That was reckless of you, Emma," Charles admonished, rolling into the War Room. "You should know full well that a simple mind is not the easiest to untangle."

“Has Cerebro not given you a better read on the city then, Professor?" Beast asked.

"I'm afraid not, Hank." Charles slouched in his seat and scratched his head, wearing a beleaguered look of a man who saw far more than he should. He looked out at his X-Men--Scott, Emma, Rogue, Hank, Logan, Kitty, Ororo, Piotr, Jubilation, all waiting in trepidation for their leader and teacher to make sense of an absurd crisis. Charles could rationalize he should by now know better than to begrudge sudden and chaotic crises falling into all of their laps, but he couldn't help but feel sour of this happening today, of all days. They had all planned for this day to be the graduation ceremony to their latest class of students. So many X-Men, past and present, had arrived in the days prior to assist with and tend to such an occasion, and now most of them are monitoring those students, kept up in a bunker when they should be celebrating a momentous transition in their young lives.

"Emma's assessment, however crude, was nonetheless accurate," Charles continued. "This is far beyond any prior encounters I have had with Doctor Banner. While I have managed to get a grasp of some of these Hulks that resemble a more refined consciousness simmering under the surface of their base drives, they've all become lost even to me like needles in a haystack. The sheer majority of this...horde, they are the Id personified, nothing but war and propagation driving them."

Glancing over to a monitor that projected Manhattan and its surrounding terrain, including Westchester County, Storm's eyes narrowed. So then what do we do Professor? If the city is being invaded are we next?”

“I dunno…” Answered Logan, sniffing the air. “I can usually smell one Hulk a mile away, and I haven't caught a whiff in our neck of the woods all morning."

Huh… guess that’s a comfort at least, maybe we should play it safe and fire up the blackbird to evacuate the school.” Looking to each other and nodding in agreement to Cyclops’s plan. A strange tapping sound from the window caught their attention when Storm pointed it out. “Look at the size of this bumblebee, its like the size of a walnut!”

Stepping back from the window, Storm’s eyes kept on the big buzzing insect tapping against the glass, suddenly being joined by two more. “Why are they green?” At that second, one of the green bumblebees shot through the glass and buzzed around the X-Men, making everyone panic. “Bumblebee from HELL!”

“Its in my hair, its IN MY HAIR!”

“Somebody get a rolled-up newspaper.”

“Screw the paper, use a lamp! Ouch!” slapping the spot where she was stung, Kitty Pride suddenly felt her heart practically boom in her chest. Falling to her knees all she could hear was her heartbeat while her cloths got tighter on her growing frame. “Uhm… Kitty?” Sitting up and pulling her blouse open, the green skinned woman continued to grow bigger and taller, packing on muscle and curves until the rest of her cloths snapped and burst off her Amazonian frame. “No kitty, me LION!” Leering at Wolverine hungrily she body tackled the small man before the others could react, still dealing with the chaos of several green bees entering the room and stinging the rest of the students and staff.

Wheeling himself back and out the door, Xavier took one last glimpse of his X-Men suddenly growing larger and stronger before slamming the door behind him and making a **** escape to the elevator. Even though he couldn’t see it he already knew what was happening. One by one his X-Men were being turned into Hulks, their bodies expanding to massive proportions while their minds were nearly crushed by raging instincts and hormones. Seeing the elevator around the corner, Charles thought he could make it to the black bird in time when he felt something sting his hand. Watching the green bumblebee buzz away he was immediately overcome with muscle tremors. Gasping and clutching his chest, his muscles throbbed and expanded, making the sleeves of his coat burst and stretch, gripping his chair with enough **** to twist the metal he staggered out of the wheelchair, his legs suddenly working again and keeping him upright on unsteady feet.

Even with the rush of power and lust flooding his mind, Xavier still managed if only just barely to keep his wits about him, even when he finally brst out of his cloths and stand with a foot and a half long erection bobbing from between his legs. He needed to escape, but another part of him told him to stomp off and just… Rut, screw anything that moved and smash anything in his way. Shaking his head, he heard another voice in front of him, laughing like some giddy drunk teenager.

Looking up he saw the green bumblebee grow and expand until it became an eight-foot-tall naked green giantess with insect antennae and wings, sporting wide hips, pumpkin seized breasts and a belly that looked like she had swallowed a pig!

“Oooh, you big! Wasp Hulk like!”