Angela grinned, her demonic visage added a cruelty to it that shivers down Eliza's spine.
'I think you are overdue to be on the receiving end of some justice. I will act as your judge, and you have been a very bad girl.'
Eliza felt outraged. 'ME? This outbreak is all your fault! Judge yourself you gothic cunt.'
Angela laughed. 'Your crime goes back a little further, and you are guilty by your own drunken confession. You panicked and as a result your teammate James caught Fuckbeast. It is your fault he is a mindless sex crazed animal.'
Eliza was speechless. She didn't remember ever telling anyone about her failure that had doomed her colleague. It must have come out in one of the blackout drunk hypnosis sessions.
'Your silence speaks just as much as your old confession. Your misdeed is why I felt little guilt destroying your life to carry out my plan. You didn't deserve the happiness you had found with the Pride.'
Eliza was terrified, this chick had quietly been nuts before she had two separate mind warping strains do a number on her brain. She fought her captors but the lionesses might as well have been made of iron.
Angela went over to several of the cabinets of vials. 'I know what you deserve, and it is certainly here for me to find.' She spent several minutes more looking for her objective. Eliza could do nothing but watch in suspense.
'Ah ha, here we have it. Fuckbeast, only fitting you receive the fate to which you condemned James. So many variations too, what kind of feral sex fiend should you become?'
'This is perfect. "Fuckbeast-H. Panther. Macro. Sabertooth." Once we render you not contagious, perhaps I will put a saddle on you to ride.'
'No fucking way you psycho!' Eliza raged.
Angela just laughed, her wicked looks contrasting with her alluring hypnotic voice.
She put the vial on a table.
'If I am to rule the new world that is being born, I need to remember to be a fair queen. I'll let you determine your own fate. I am your judge, but your are your own jury.'
'If you believe you deserve to be punished for what happened to James, you will pick up the vial yourself and drink it. Pets, release her.'
Eliza fell to her knees as the hands holding her abruptly let go. She stood unsteadily, her eyes flashing towards the door. On their own, her legs took slow steps towards the table. Tears rolled down her cheeks, as she tried to justify her actions to herself on that terrible day.
She knew it was no use, she was fighting her own conscience and Angela's irresistible command. While this punishment would be extreme, she knew deep down that she had done wrong. Her hands picked up the vial and slowly removed the seal. She could hardly see through her tears. The fluid was bitter and salty, not cum but the flavor wasn't far off.
Angela and the lionesses exited the room. As she departed Angela had to get in one last barb. 'If only there was a solution for you in one of the other vials. If I were you, I'd get busy trying to pick which one.' She laughed as she closed the door behind her.
Eliza's mind had been a frantic mess. Angela hadn't intended it as such, but Eliza's mind took it as a command. Her mind cleared completely and she was the calm eye of the hurricane.
Her teeth hurt, she could feel her canines pushing down against her lower lip. Her boots were also becoming tight.
Think. She had a few minutes at most. She needed something crazy fast and powerful to beat out the Fuckbeast infection. That meant something worse than it, which left the classified samples. There were only a few dozen; all of which were kept from the public because of danger, societal impact, or both.
As she stepped towards the safe, her boots burst. Her feet reshaped into huge black furred paws. Pressure was building all over, but especially at the base of her spine.
There was one classified sample that had any chance. Her hand reached into the back of the safe, where a steel cylinder sat in a recess with a green LED above it.
This one was different; nanite based of presumed extraterrestrial origin. It converted biologic life into synthetic beings. This effectively was immortality, which would shatter human society as we know it - hence it's classified existence.
Eliza pulled the tube out of its recess. The nanites were kept contained by two powerful magnets. As she unscrewed the first, her hands cramped. Her palms swelled and fingers fattened. In seconds, her arms ended in two large feline paws. The steel tube fell to the floor and rolled.
Black fur was blossoming all over, and her face was throbbing. Her increasingly tight CDC suit tore down the back, as her enlarging torso pushed it past its breaking point.
Eliza scrambled for the tube, feeling alarming comfortable on all fours. The remainder of her clothing fell away as she quickly progressed down the road to hulking beasthood. She could see a dark furred muzzle pushing into her lower vision, and the room seemed much brighter.
She also could feel a pleasurable warmth radiating through her. Her pussy was wet. Her cock was erect, a drop of precum beading on the tip.
She awkwardly picked up the tube with her paws and stood, quickly resuming her attempt to remove the magnet. She could feel her tail whipping in frustration, and the ceiling was getting rather low.
The last of her platinum blonde hair fell past her eyes, she knew the top of head was covered by the same thick black fur as the rest of her.
With a pop, her shoulder restructured, pivoting her arm forward for a quadruped stance. Her other arm popped and pivoted as well. Her massive clumsy paws couldn't hold onto the tube, and it tumbled from her grasp and onto the table. Her hips gave way, reshaping as well. Her neck and head twisted , leaving her looking straight ahead as she was on all four paws.
It was becoming hard to think. She was so turned on; desperately wanting to fuck, to be filled. Her sex was boiling, juices slowly soaking into the fur around her slit. Her cock pulsed in time with her heart, nuts throbbing with blue-ball tension.
Eliza was massive; paws the size of serving platters, her back six feet off the ground, and she would far outweigh a draft horse.
She slammed a crushing paw down onto the table, buckling it and sending the nanite tube tumbling in the air. She launched her titanic bulk towards it, sabertoothed maw spread wide to try and catch the tube.