Jordan panted, his massive, newly transformed body trembling as the last waves of the transformation settled. His golden-brown fur glistened under the dim light, his thick mane spilling over his broad shoulders. His muscles flexed involuntarily, his claws scraping against the goop-coated floor.
But what **hit** him the hardest wasn’t the power.
It was the **hunger**.
A deep, **aching need** roared through his veins, an insatiable craving for **more**. His cock—longer, thicker, **beastly**—throbbed with unbearable pressure, his balls churning with **unleashed virility**.
He clenched his fists, shuddering. “Oh, fuck—Mat… what the hell did you—”
Mathew **grinned**, stepping closer, his own massive, leonine body still slick with the remnants of his last release. His golden eyes gleamed with **satisfaction**, his thick tail flicking lazily behind him.
“I didn’t do this,” he rumbled, his voice a deep, dominant growl. “**The seed did.** And it’s not done with us yet.”
Jordan’s breath hitched as the **living essence** pulsed around his feet, still clinging to his fur, still **spreading**, still **fueling the changes**.
And then—he **felt it**.
The heat surged again.
His cock jumped, pulsing as another wave of pure transformation energy flooded his system. His balls swelled **larger**, heavier, the goop working its way inside him, saturating his very core with **unstoppable power**.
His stomach tensed—his whole body arching as the first, **unstoppable** release tore through him.
Thick, glowing mutagenic seed exploded from his cock in **gallons**, splattering onto the walls, the floor, everywhere. The sheer **pleasure** of it sent a guttural roar from Jordan’s throat, his claws digging into the tile as his body **quaked** from the force of it.
The goop absorbed it instantly, pulsating, **growing**, feeding off his virility—**multiplying**.
Mathew’s own cock **twitched** in response, his hunger rekindled by the sight, by the **scent**—musky, intoxicating, pure **dominance**. His body **ached** for release again, his own virility endless, unstoppable.
The goop rippled, reaching for them both.
Jordan, still panting, barely recovering from his first **eruption**, let out a shaky laugh. “Holy—fuck—Mat, I can’t—stop—”
Mathew grinned, his fangs gleaming.
“You don’t have to.”
Because the goop wasn’t just here to transform them.
It was here to make them **more**.
And it was just **getting started**.