The newsroom was in chaos.
Phones rang non-stop. Reporters shouted over one another. A junior producer stumbled backward, her face pale as she watched the latest footage pouring in from across the city.
“Are you seeing this?” a reporter gasped, clutching her earpiece. “We have confirmed reports of—of some kind of outbreak—men are changing, their bodies are—” She cut herself off, staring at the live feed.
The screens flickered with raw, unfiltered footage:
- A traffic camera caught a group of men in a parking lot collapsing mid-stride, their bodies bulging, twisting, their clothes ripping apart as fur erupted from their skin.
- A cellphone video showed a subway car filled with groaning figures, some already half-transformed, their roars shaking the metal walls.
- A rooftop helicopter shot revealed hundreds of newly transformed lion-men prowling the streets, their glowing golden eyes fixed on the world as they moved with inhuman coordination.
At the anchor desk, Mark Reynolds sat frozen, watching the monitors with a pounding heart.
“This… this can’t be real,” he muttered. But his hands were trembling.
The governor had issued a state of emergency. The police? Overwhelmed. The National Guard? Mobilizing—but too slow.
The spread was accelerating.
Then—the studio lights flickered.
A low hum filled the air, almost imperceptible at first.
Then Mark felt it.
The heat.
It started in his spine, a slow, tingling burn that coiled through his muscles, sinking into his skin like living fire.
His breath hitched. His shirt felt too tight, his suit restricting him. Sweat beaded on his forehead.
“I… I don’t feel right,” he whispered, gripping the desk. His pulse pounded. His body throbbed.
Then, across the room—a scream.
The producer’s hands flew to his chest, his eyes wide as his muscles bulged, his veins glowing gold beneath his skin.
A cameraman staggered back, his voice melting into a growl as fur rippled across his arms.
A soundboard operator collapsed, his back arching, his shoes bursting as his feet shifted into paws.
The goop was here.
Mark’s vision blurred, his bones shifting, his jaw pushing forward into a thickening muzzle. His ears twitched, stretching into rounded lion-like shapes. His nails darkened into black claws, his shoulders broadening, his frame expanding with raw strength.
His cock throbbed, his balls tightening, his body demanding release, demanding to spread.
A deep, guttural growl rumbled from his chest.
The studio filled with roars.
One by one, the entire newsroom succumbed, their human forms melting away as the lion-men took over.
And beyond the glass walls?
The city skyline flickered with golden eyes.
The world had just watched it happen.
And now—there was no stopping it.