Mathew stood before the mirror, panting, **reveling** in his new form. His golden fur gleamed under the dim bathroom light, his thick mane brushing against his broad shoulders. His muscles were enormous—**dense**, powerful, **designed for dominance**. His claws flexed, his tail swayed, and his new feline ears flicked as he absorbed every new sensation.
And yet—he **knew** it wasn’t over.
The heat inside him hadn’t faded. If anything, it had **intensified**.
A deep, **primal need** rumbled through his chest. His powerful thighs tensed, his body aching for **release**.
His cock—no longer human, now a **thicker, barbed beast of flesh**—throbbed with unbearable fullness. The goop inside him was still **growing**, still **building**, demanding to be **released**.
He gripped the sink, his claws scraping against the porcelain as he **gave in**.
A deep, animalistic groan tore from his throat as the pressure **erupted**.
Thick, **mutagenic goop** gushed from him in powerful, **unstoppable waves**, splattering against the mirror, the walls, the floor. It was **more than before**—purer, **stronger**. It pulsed with raw energy, shifting, alive, seeking…
And Mathew **felt it all**.
The pleasure was **overwhelming**, every drop of the glowing essence leaving him in a state of sheer **ecstasy**. His tail lashed, his claws dug into the counter, his massive chest heaving as the goop poured from him, covering him once more in its warm, shifting embrace.
And then—**it started working on him again**.
Mathew gasped as the substance slithered over his fur, sinking into his skin, reshaping **more**. His muscles swelled even larger, his mane thickening, his jaw growing heavier with even **sharper fangs**. His tail lengthened, his legs packed with even **greater power**. His cock, still hard despite the **release**, **grew**, pulsing with impossible stamina, throbbing with **endless potential**.
His body was no longer just **powerful**.
It was **unstoppable**.
The goop receded, absorbed into his fur, leaving him **perfected**. His own scent—musky, rich, **overwhelmingly male**—filled the room. He **rumbled** in satisfaction, flexing his enormous hands, rolling his powerful shoulders.
The transformation had **taken him this far**…
And Mathew knew—**it wasn’t done yet.**