The city hummed with life beyond the apartment walls—unaware, unprepared for what was coming.
Mathew, Jordan, and Tyler stood in the doorway, their massive, beastly forms bathed in the soft glow of the streetlights outside. Their golden eyes gleamed, their thick tails flicking in anticipation, their bodies still pulsing with the lingering effects of their latest transformation-fueled releases.
The goop had seeped into every inch of the apartment, multiplying, spreading, waiting. It clung to them still, shifting, alive, amplifying their hunger, their power.
Jordan flexed his massive claws, rolling his shoulders. “So… who’s first?”
Tyler’s fanged grin widened. His body still hummed with the thrill of his transformation—his fur bristling with raw energy, his muscles aching for action. “Does it even matter?” he rumbled. “They’re all going to be ours.”
Mathew took the first step outside, his towering, leonine frame moving with an unnatural, predatory grace. The night air hit him, thick with the scents of potential hosts—unsuspecting, untainted, waiting to be rewritten.
His cock twitched, his balls *tightening*, the hunger only growing stronger. The city was full of men—ripe, unawakened, untouched by the power they now possessed.
And they would be claimed.
The trio stepped out into the night, their massive, bestial bodies moving in sync, their glowing eyes scanning the darkened streets.
A late-night jogger turned the corner—a young man, lean, strong, oblivious. His music was too loud, his focus elsewhere. He didn’t see them.
Not yet.
Mathew’s grin deepened.
Jordan growled under his breath, his cock hardening, his body aching to share the transformation.
Tyler licked his fangs, his claws flexing.
The goop inside them pulsed, responding to their rising hunger, their need to spread, their instinct to claim.
Mathew moved first—silent, unstoppable.
The city would never be the same from this moment forth...
The jogger’s shoes slapped against the pavement, his breath steady, his lean frame glistening with sweat under the dim streetlights. His music pounded in his ears, drowning out the sounds of the city—and the predators closing in.
Mathew, Jordan, and Tyler moved as one, their massive, leonine frames silent, their golden eyes glowing in the dark. Their fur bristled with anticipation, their tails flicking, their bodies thrumming with the need to spread.
The goop inside them was alive, pulsing, aching to claim another, to grow.
Mathew was the first to act.
He lunged, closing the distance in an instant.
The jogger barely had time to gasp before Mathew’s massive clawed hand clamped around his mouth, muffling his scream. His other arm wrapped around the man’s torso, lifting him effortlessly off the ground.
The jogger thrashed, but it was useless. Mathew’s strength was absolute.
Jordan and Tyler moved in, their glowing eyes locked onto their newest convert.
The goop reacted, surging forward.
It spilled from Mathew’s fur, from his clawed fingers, wrapping around the jogger’s arms, his legs, his chest. The moment it touched his skin, it sank in, pulsing, merging, rewriting him.
The jogger’s muffled screams turned to shuddering gasps. His body jerked, muscles spasming as the heat took hold. His veins lit up, his back arched, his breath coming in short, desperate moans.
His lean frame swelled, his muscles thickening, stretching his skin, forcing his clothes to tear. His arms bulged, his legs grew powerful, his chest expanded into a broad, barrel-like torso.
His feet cracked, elongating, shifting into paws. His nails darkened, stretching into razor-sharp claws.
His face twisted, his jaw pushing forward, his nose darkening, his teeth lengthening into fangs. Fur sprouted from his skin, spreading across his growing frame in thick, golden waves.
And then—his cock twitched.
The goop surged inside him, sinking deep into his core, feeding his new instincts. His pants burst apart as his cock thickened, lengthened, pulsed—his balls swelling, churning with new mutagenic seed.
His transformation was unstoppable now.
His golden eyes snapped open, glowing in the dark. His body flexed, his claws scraping against the pavement as he roared—a deep, bestial sound that echoed through the empty streets.
Mathew released him, stepping back to admire his new brother.
The jogger—no, the new lion—panted, his thick mane falling around his powerful shoulders, his muscles twitching, his cock still *throbbing* with newfound virility.
His glowing gaze locked onto Mathew.
His lips curled into a hungry grin.
Mathew grinned back. “Welcome to the pride.”
Tyler growled, his tail flicking. “We need more.”
The jogger—once human, now something greater—nodded, his instincts already guiding him.
The goop inside them all pulsed, eager, restless.
The city was full of unawakened hosts.
And the pride was just getting started.