Mathew **panted**, his massive chest rising and falling, his golden fur damp with the remnants of his latest **release**. The power surging through him was **beyond anything human**, beyond anything **mortal**. His thick mane hung around his broad shoulders, his muscles flexing with every tiny movement, brimming with **unstoppable virility**.
And yet—**it still wasn’t enough**.
His cock, still **heavy** and **hard**, pulsed with an aching need that refused to fade. The goop inside him wasn’t just **building**—it was **multiplying**, demanding more, **overflowing** within his veins. His balls **churned**, swollen with **endless seed**, the heat spreading through every fiber of his powerful body.
He needed to **release more**.
To **spread it**.
To **share it**.
A **deep, primal growl** rumbled in his throat as he stumbled back from the sink, his massive paws barely able to contain his own **unstoppable hunger**. He could feel it—his **body still changing**, still **evolving**, still **becoming more**.
His tail lashed, his sharp claws flexing as he **gave in**.
Another **eruption** tore through him, thick **gallons** of **mutagenic goop** spewing from his pulsing cock, coating the bathroom floor, the walls, the ceiling. It **spread**, moving with a **mind of its own**, pulsing, shifting, **growing**. The sheer **pleasure** of it sent shockwaves through Mathew’s body, his vision blurring, his powerful legs **buckling** beneath the intensity.
He landed on his hands and knees with a **thud**, panting, but even now—**his hunger only grew stronger**.
The goop **pulsed**, reaching for him, climbing his fur, rubbing against his **aching, throbbing flesh**. It **knew what he wanted**. What he **needed**.
More.
**More.**
**MORE.**
Mathew **roared**, his deep, bestial voice shaking the entire apartment as the goop **surged over him again**, massaging him, **forcing more changes**—his mane thickened further, his muscles packed on even more impossible **mass**, his cock lengthening, **throbbing**, **pulsing**, his body fine-tuning itself into something **beyond perfect**.
Beyond **lion**.
Beyond **man**.
Something **godlike**.
And even then… even **now**…
The transformation was **far from finished.**