Chapter Twelve: The Hunger Spreads
The goop was alive, pulsing, multiplying, seeping into every inch of the apartment like a growing infection—no, not an infection. An evolution.
Mathew and Jordan stood at the center of it all, their massive, leonine forms glistening with the remnants of their latest eruptions, their cocks still aching, their muscles swollen with impossible power.
And yet—they were still hungry.
The need for release, for growth, for more, was unstoppable. Their bodies demanded it, their souls craved it.
Mathew’s thick tail flicked behind him as he turned toward the open apartment door. Beyond it, the city waited—a world unaware of the power brewing within these walls.
Jordan stepped up beside him, his glowing golden eyes filled with the same hunger. “We can’t stop,” he rumbled, his voice deep, primal, vibrating with sheer masculine energy. His mane billowed, his muscles flexing involuntarily, the raw strength of his new body too much to contain.
Mathew grinned, his fangs gleaming. “We won’t.”
The goop surged.
It knew.
It pulsed around them, stretching beyond the threshold of the bathroom, spilling into the apartment, creeping toward the front door. It was ready.
And then—a knock.
“Mat? Jordan?”
A voice—familiar.
Tyler.
Mathew’s roommate.
Jordan let out a slow, rumbling growl, his claws flexing. “He’s here.”
Mathew’s grin only widened.
The goop quivered, waiting.
Then Mathew reached for the door handle and pulled it open.
Tyler stood on the threshold, blinking in confusion. “Hey, what’s going on? You guys didn’t answer your—”
He froze.
His breath hitched, his body going rigid as his brain tried to process what he was seeing—Mathew and Jordan, towering, beastly, their massive, muscled frames slick with an unknown shimmering substance, their golden eyes glowing, their pulsing cocks exposed, the very air vibrating with their overwhelming presence.
And then—the scent hit him.
Musky. Intoxicating. Overpowering.
Tyler gasped, stumbling back against the doorframe. His pupils dilated. His breathing hitched. His body tensed—as if some deep, primal instinct inside him was suddenly waking up.
Mathew stepped forward, his powerful frame looming over his roommate, his golden eyes burning with uncontainable hunger.
“You’re just in time,” he growled.
The goop lunged.
It wrapped around Tyler’s ankles, slithering up his legs, pulsing, seeping into his skin, sinking deep inside.
Tyler *shuddered*—a deep, raw moan spilling from his lips as the first wave hit.
The transformation had begun again.
And this time—they weren’t stopping.