The door swung open.
Jordan stepped in, brow furrowed, concern in his eyes. “Dude, what the hell is—”
Then he **froze**.
His breath hitched as his gaze fell on **Mathew**—the towering, **massive** lion-like figure crouched in the middle of a bathroom **drenched** in shimmering, pulsing **goop**. The air was thick with **heat**, with the overpowering scent of **raw power**, of something **primal, overwhelming, unstoppable**.
Jordan’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. His pupils dilated, his body going **rigid** as his mind tried to process what he was seeing.
Mathew **growled**, his deep, rumbling voice vibrating through the walls.
“Jordan,” he rumbled, his golden eyes locking onto his friend. His voice was **different now**—deeper, richer, **dominant**. It sent a shiver down Jordan’s spine.
Jordan took a shaky step back. “M-Mat? Is that—”
Then the **goop moved**.
It pulsed, **alive**, reacting to the presence of a new **host**. A thick, glistening tendril suddenly **lunged**, snaking around Jordan’s ankle.
Jordan **gasped**, stumbling back, but the goop was **faster**. It coiled up his leg, slithering, **spreading**, sinking into his **skin**.
“Oh, shit—what the hell is this?!” he yelped, trying to shake it off.
Mathew **grinned**, his fangs glinting. **It was happening.**
The goop had found **another**.
Jordan’s breathing turned ragged as the heat **surged** through him. His muscles **tightened**, his veins **pulsing** as the transformation **began**. His shirt stretched as his frame **expanded**, his biceps **swelling**, his chest broadening beneath the fabric.
His eyes widened. “Oh… oh my god—”
A deep, **needy moan** slipped from his throat as the pleasure **hit**, the overwhelming sensation of **power, virility, raw need** flooding his system. His cock **twitched**, instantly hard, his body **craving more**—**demanding more**.
The goop spread **faster**, climbing his torso, melting away his clothes, coating his skin in the same **mutagenic essence** that had reshaped Mathew.
His fingers flexed—his **nails darkening, sharpening**. His feet **cracked, stretched**, his bones **reforming**, muscles bulging as they shifted into **digitigrade paws**.
His skin rippled, fur **sprouting**, a deep, golden brown spreading over his broadening frame. His face **ached**, his skull **pushing forward**, his nose darkening, his teeth sharpening into **fangs** as his muzzle **formed**.
His transformation was **unstoppable now**.
Jordan fell to his hands and knees, his moans turning into **deep, guttural growls**, his voice thick with **lust, power, hunger**. His tail **snapped into existence**, flicking wildly, his body stretching taller, **stronger**, **more dominant** with every passing second.
Mathew stepped closer, his own **massive, virile frame** towering over his friend. His golden eyes glowed as he watched Jordan **become**—watched the goop **remake him**, reshape him into something **more**.
Jordan’s head snapped up, his new feline features twisted in **bliss**. His glowing, bestial eyes met Mathew’s, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.
Then Mathew grinned.
“**Welcome to the pride.**”