Chapter 1

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The following is a work of fiction and is not suitable for readers under the age of 18 or 21 depending on their respective countries/states. Furthermore, for audiences who do not like scenes depicting M/M sexual interactions, muscle growth, cock growth and anthropomorphic creatures, please do not read further.

You have been warned.

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There are only a few things you want to see when you walk into your job cleaning a pharmaceutical research lab at 10 PM on a Friday night. On that list were: the hallways empty and devoid of life, the irritable scientists long gone and not pulling any late nighters, the floors polished and all the equipment nice and clean and - the Holy Grail of all janitorial gifts - the toilets spotless.

But a scientist lying face down on the floor with a suspicious, white liquid covering him and pooling around the floor while large cracks and signs of a fight littering the walls was not amongst them.

Seel instantly dropped the mop he was holding and bolted straight for the man lying on the ground. As he emerged from the janitorial office, he spied the rest of the hallways left and right to him showed similar signs of struggle. There were other scientists on the ground - at least two more of them. One of the doors also looked like it had been torn straight off its hinges.

"Hey!" he shouted, grasping the man's shoulders and shaking him wildly. "Hey! Wake up!"

The man groaned softly. The young man with chestnut brown hair rolled the scientist over. Through the globs of sticky, white fluids was a face that would have been handsome if there weren't heavy bags underneath his eyes. The scientist slowly opened cornflower blue eyes, groaning softly.

"Are you alright?" Seel asked. "What happened?"

The scientist looked fairly young. Maybe in his early twenties like Seel. He had short, blonde hair that was matted and stringy like he hadn't slept for days. His eyes were still glazed over, probably dealing with the shock. Seel spied a bench nearby and with as much strength as his swimmer's build could muster, he carried the man over to it, lying him down across it. The scientist was fairly tall - maybe a just hitting six feet - so his legs dangled at the edge of the metal bench.

"The doors..." croaked the scientist softly. "Quarantine..." His eyes suddenly sharpened and he stared at Seel with fierce intensity. "You! How did you get in here!?"

Seel shrugged, still a little confused. "Through the maintenance door like all janitors."

The scientist suddenly sat up, his head twisting from left to right with panic in his eyes. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Are the other doors locked? What happened to the quarantine? Where is it?"

"Whoa! Whoa!" Seel exclaimed, grasping the man's shoulders tightly and holding him still. "What are you talking about?" He stared straight into the man's eyes. "Look, just take a few deep breaths. Just keep saying 'breathe' as you breathe out, okay?"

The scientist bit his lower lip and then, very slowly began to breathe. "Alright... Breathe... Breathe... Breathe... Breathe..." The man's panicked state died down a little and he nodded slowly. "Alright... I got it... My name is Noah, by the way."

"You work here?"

"An intern, actually," Noah answered softly, leaning back against the bench. "Shit... This is my third week here, you know?"

"Tell me about it," chuckled, Seel, seating himself down beside the intern. "Second for me. I'm Seel by the way." He held out his hand but Noah shook his head, holding his hands up.

"Oh no. No, no, no, no. See this gunk I'm covered in? It's a biohazard. I don't want to infect you as much as I already have."

Seel looked at his hands and his slightly soaked clothing. Small globules of the white gunk stuck to his blue overalls and dripped down his gloved hands. "Ummm... What is it?"

"Honestly? I don't have a clue. I wasn't allowed to really know. I just ran the tests and got the coffee." He shook his head helplessly, massaging his temples lightly. "Crap... I can't even really remember what happened... There was suddenly someone shouting for the doors to be shut and quarantine to be invoked... Then this big... thingcame at me and I was out..." He rubbed the back of his head. "Did you carry me all the way out here from the lab?"

"The lab? What? No! You were lying right there!" Seel pointed at where he had found Noah.

"How'd I...?" Noah shook his head. "Okay, look. We've got to help everyone else. We've got to call the cops - hell, we need to call the CDC. After that, we need to get this place shut down."

"Shouldn't we close the place down first then do the other stuff?"

"Are you kidding!? I don't want to be in here with whatever it is that knocked me out!"

That was a good point.

Seel stood up and offered a shaky grin. "Okay then. Leave it to me. There are some other guys around the corner. You go help them. I'll get this place locked down and call the CDC."

Noah agreed to that and though he needed help to get to his feet, he managed to stride beside Seel as they made their way back towards the intersection. A feeling of dread kept crawling through Seel's body. Maybe it was a little crazy of him to think that closing down the lab after a viral outbreak would actually be a lot more exciting than cleaning up the place. In fact, he found himself bouncing a little and he had to keep his excitement down. Part of him was playing the James Bond theme in his head when he kicked himself mentally, reminding himself that this was not a video game... or a movie.

When they reached the intersection, he realised just how true that statement was.

Those two guys he had seen slumped down?

They were gone.

"I thought you said there were others here?" Noah asked.

"There were!" Seel replied, that panic starting to creep into his voice. "They were here! And here!" He pointed rapidly at where he had seen them. "They weren't moving! Unconscious! They can't have moved! We've only been gone ten minutes, fifteen max! They can't -"

Noah a gripped his shoulder with one firm hand. "Dude. Breathe."

Seel took his own advice and took several deep breaths, muttering 'breathe' as he did so. When the panic blew away with every moment he exhaled, he realised his knees were going weak and staggered towards a wall. He leaned against the solid frame, eyes wide.

"Did you want to run?" asked Noah. "If you get the hell out of here, you might survive."

Seel waved his gloved hands gingerly. "Can't. I'm infected, remember?"

The intern gripped Seel's wrist and gently pulled off the glove, revealing the pink flesh beneath. "No you're not. Get rid of those clothes and you can probably walk out of here without being a walking biohazard. Go to the diner across the street, get the police and CDC on the line. I'll see if I can shut this place down."

Feeling his courage fail him, Seel nodded firmly. "Okay, good luck."

He felt bad leaving Noah like that but really, he was just a city boy working nights to put himself through college. On top of school work, actual work and his family life, he was overloaded. A personal life was never in the equation either. Not even the casual one-night-stand. He was just waytoo busy.

Add this on top of the equation... and he just couldn't take it. He didn't know what he was thinking trying to be the hero.

He gave Noah a faint smile and quickly bolted back into the janitorial office. He was stripping off the soaked clothing within seconds, being careful not to let any of wet spots come in contact with his exposed flesh. A spare set of overalls in sat in locker. Briefly, he took note of the NexPharm logo planted in front of the steel frame. Boy were they going to be in a whole heap of trouble after this was all done and dusted.

Seriously, no automated quarantine? No security? Poorly designed containment systems?

The lawsuit would be titanic.

It made him shudder just thinking about it.

Whatever the case, he was probably going to be out of a job. What a way to start your first two weeks of a job...

A soft growl rippled out from somewhere behind him. Seel's heart froze and he slowly turned around, a high-pitched wince rising from his throat. A big, black shape slowly came into his vision. He thought he saw... fur? There was a hell of a lot of muscle though... The soft, drip-drip-dripof something leaking accompanied the rumbling growl. It soon became apparent that the leaking was of a slightly translucent liquid coming from the massive bonder the creature sported. The cock that had to be well past a foot in length looked far from human. There were... barbs on its length?

"Mate..." rumbled the creature.

"Oh -"

He never got to finish as the creature seized the back of his head and shoved its long, sharp dick into his opening mouth. A mouthful of hot, manly juices squirted down his throat, making him choke a little but he still felt it run down his oesophagus and land in his stomach.

"Mate!"

Boom!

The door to the office burst open and Noah was suddenly there, brandishing a... broom.

"Let go of him, you ass!" Noah cried, leaping forward. He swung his cleaning tool and slammed it straight into the towering, jet-black feline's face. The creature let out a loud roar and reeled back. "Broom to your face!"

The intern grabbed the shocked Seel's arm and yanked him away. The world was suddenly a blur of movement as Seel found himself being pushed out of the door back into the lab. Noah spun around and jammed the broom into the handle of the door, effectively locking it. The heavy, metal frame shuddered as the creature slammed into it. It roared again.

"What the hell was that!?" Seel exclaimed.

"I dunno," Noah answered, shaking his head.

Crrack!

The broom began to splinter.

"But we're getting out of here before we get too personal, again. Move!"

Seel found his heart racing again. His feet were pounding against the polished, slightly sticky flood as he shot across the hallways. Panic flooded his system. He wasn't sure what that thing was but it almost looked like... Like a cross between a panther and a human? A really bighuman. With a cock that could tear any woman apart... or any man...

They rounded a corner and came to the elevator well of the facility. There were only four floors and a basement but for some reason, that warranted the need for an elevator. It made Seel's job carrying janitorial equipment up and down stairs a lot easier at least. Noah pressed the call button, heading up stairs.

"Where are we going?" Seel asked.

"Upstairs," Noah responded, jabbing the 'up' button over and over again. "I remember reading that in case of an emergency, the admin offices are the safest places in the building."

"Isn't that the other way around? In an emergency, don't you go to the ground floor?"

"Don't ask me. That's what the procedure was. Maybe that's where everyone else went."

Seel never paid much attention to all that sort of emergency protocols. He knew that there would be a fire drill sometime or another that would tell him what to do but. Besides, he cleaned walls with those emergency procedures plastered on them enough times to have retained some degree of information... Though that mostly included 'Don't panic'.

"Wait," he began, recalling some of those procedures now. "We shouldn't take the elevator in an emergency."

"That's if it's a fire. This isn't a fire."

Ding!

The elevator arrived.

Boom!

A huge, orange, striped paw exploded out between the doors before they opened completely. About five other kinds of muscular, meaty arms erupted from between the elevator, clawing for them. The same white, sticky gunk dripped from their fingers and began leaking out of the elevator.

"Mate! Mate! Mate!"

"Shit!" Noah exclaimed, leaping back. "Okay! Stairs it is!"

Before the doors could fully open, the two were bolting up the stairs. They heard a thunderouscrash and Seel dared a glance over his shoulder. Something big and furry slammed into the wall at the base of the stairs. On all fours, the beast looked like a tiger crossed with a man. Its enormous, muscular form had to be at least eight feet tall! Seel let out a faint 'eep' as he pushed Noah ahead of him, ushering him up the stairs. The tiger roared as several other creatures exploded out of the elevator and slammed into him - for it definitely was a 'him'.

Amongst them were equines, lupines and what looked like an otter with really thick legs.

Seel didn't count how many flights of stairs they went up but he did see the big number '2' in front of them as they shot into the floor. Noah held the door open for him before shutting it tight and bolting towards a nearby bench. Taking his meaning, Seel helped the intern push the bench in front of the door, effectively barricading it.

"There's more of them!" Seel gasped. "Crap... What happened to this place?"

"Those... Those were the scientists," Noah whispered, his eyes widen. "Oh mate... This is bad..."

Seel blinked a couple of times but shook his head. "How do you know?"

"One of them was wearing a lab coat... Crap..." Noah grasped his head with both hands and shook his head. There was a faint, wet slosh as his sticky palms touched his hair. He pulled his hand away, his eyes wide in horror. "Fuck... Seel, mate, you got to get away from me."

"What? I can't just leave you here!"

Noah spun around and looked about ready to seize the freshly dressed young man but reeled back. "Look, I'm infected, remember? I could turn into one of those things!"

Seel swallowed slightly, still feeling the salty, slick texture of the first creature's cum at the back of his throat. "You think? Well remember one of those bastards just forced me to give it head.  If that's not infected, I don't know what is."

To show his determination, he reached out and gripped Noah's shoulder with his bare hand, letting his fingers come in contact with the slick, white goo that hung on his shoulders. Noah looked uneasy but managed a shaky smile.

"What's our next step from here?" asked Seel.

Noah did a quick glance around. "Second floor... This is where the major research goes on. The first floor is for the testing of the developed serums and drugs. Ground floor is for support staff and the basement is cold storage."

"And the third and fourth?"

"Third is for the experimental stuff where we have some of the bigger machines and the fourth is the admin officers, where the bigwigs have their meetings and junk." Noah rubbed his temples, shaking his head mildly. "Mate, this is a nightmare."

Seel smiled faintly. "Yeah, you got that right." He nodded down the hallway. "Maybe we can find a phone here to call the CDC and the cops."

They agreed and wandered down the hallways of the lab. Most of the laboratories were closed off by floor-to-ceiling bulletproof glass but even that kind of glass was nothing against the 300 pound weight of whatever those creatures were. Many of them were shattered and the labs exposed. Those that weren't, had the same, sickly, white goo splattered all over their surfaces.

Lab 7 looked mostly intact and it looked like there was a phone inside.

"In here," Noah said, gesturing into the lab. They stepped through a shattered glass wall. Dozens of test tubes and beakers sat on tables, all unharmed. Several computers were still on displaying what looked like anatomical data on humans... and... one of those beasts?

Noah went towards one of the phones while Seel wandered over to a nearby computer.

Big warning, red words flashed over the computer screens reading, 'Project OZ: Stage Four Initialised'

Over his shoulder, he heard Noah starting to speak with the 000 operator.

"Hey mate, I'm calling from the NexPharmresearch facility downtown. Yeah, there's been an outbreak. Of what? Hell if I know, mate! I'm just an intern!"

Seel turned his gaze back towards the screens began tapping away. The warning lights disappeared after he pressed the escape key. He wasn't sure what the arrangement of files were but he was glad to see there were some video recordings that were readily available. He clicked on the first.

In front of him appeared a middle aged man without any hair and thick glasses appeared before him.

"My name is Dr. David Alexander," the man said with a hoarse but cheery voice. "The heads of the company are encouraging everyone to begin a taking notes via video. Not sure exactly why but I am not one to argue with my superiors. We are beginning with something dubbed 'Project OZ'. I am due for a briefing shortly. Orientation has gone well and I am excited to meet my team. That is all for now."

Seel shrugged and flicked to the next one. Behind him, Noah began speaking again.

"Yes! For Christsakes! There are..." Noah sighed heavily. "Look, mate, I know this sounds like a prank but it ain't. Can you please get someone from the CDC on like? What's the...? It's the Centre for Disease Control!"

The next video was a little more enlightening.

Dr. Alexander appeared on screen again. "I am not one to argue with the goals of this company but when I took up this job, I thought it was to work on a drug that would help psychological problems. However, I just learned today that Project OZ is actually a multi-part project. Mysection is in charge of the psychological aspect. But there are at least three other project working beside us. I understand the distribution branch that's working on how best to deliver the serum. But there's also a genetics branch and a medicinal branch? Just what are we working on here?"

"Oh thank god!" Noah exclaimed. He gave Seel and a roll of his eyes. He was pointing at the phone like he was saying, 'Can you believe this guy?'. "Thanks mate. I'll hold."

In the brief moment, Seel decided to ease Noah's rising nerves. "Hey, Noah. Are you from Australia?"

Noah shook his head. "No. Why?"

Before a reply could be made, Noah's eyes flicked back to the phone and he began speaking again.

Seel went back to his videos.

"Our aspect of the project is proceeding well,"Alexander said. "The objective is to rewrite the speech patterns of the brain to overcome any speech impediments the subject may be suffering from. I'm not entirely sure where the funds for this kind of research are coming from or where the equipment we get to use are from but it is certainly amazing! We're making great leaps and bounds in our research. Already, lab animals are displaying alteration in verbal communication. We've detected fluctuations in their vocal range that is outside of their norm. Unfortunately, since we're only testing on lab mice, it's still a limited range. I heard we're getting more intelligent animals soon though..."

Curious now, Seel went straight to the next video.

"This is unbelievable! We've tested our serum on chimps! Chimps! One would think this would be unethical but the progress we've made! This is incredibly astounding! In the few days we've administered Project OZ, the chimps have been able to actually vocalise human language! It is incredible! Just think of how this would help people! We could potentially cure those with permanent speech impediments! I heard we're going to start human testing within the week! This is so exciting!"

"Mate!" Noah exclaimed with exasperation behind him. Seel tore his gaze from the screen to look at his companion who was red-faced and his face contorted in frustration. His fist was pressed against the table and thick veins were popping against the back of his hand. "We've got a seriousoutbreak here, mate! What kind of... Come on! Trace my call! Try calling us!"

Seel turned away, engrossed in the videos of Dr. Alexander.

The next video showed Alexander looking a little weary. Heavy bags were under his eyes. He started the video with a sigh. "It seems we've been pushed back on the human testing of our aspect of the drug. Everyone in the lab is frustrated as it the other branches are dragging their feet. We're fine-tuning the drug but let me tell you, mate, after some exasperating executive decisions, all the momentum we had seems to have died down."

There was that word again... 'Mate'...

Seel frowned as he heard Noah shout that word again behind him. Something really seemed off...

Next video.

"Mate... I think... I think something is wrong..." Alexander looked shaken. "I know I shouldn't have done this and I really shouldn't be recording this but... I talked with the other branches. The distribution group... They're building a sort of viral carrier for this." Alexander looked up for a second. "Yeah mate, I'll be there in a second."Then he turned to the screen again. "The genetics department I couldn't get much out of but they're doing something with animal DNA and the medicinal branch? They're working on muscular enhancement. I dunno what this all means, mate, but... Shit, I'm scared."

Noah slammed the phone down.

"Something up, mate?" Seel asked. He frowned for a second, rolling the word 'mate' in his tongue. It seemed wrong there but at the same time, it felt natural.

"I dunno, mate," grumbled Noah. "The CDC says it called someone from here. Someone answered and told us our call was a prank!" He fixed his piercing gaze at Seel. "Mate, we gotta get to the top floor. If anyone is blocking our calls, it'll be whoever is up there."

"Let me just finish this one last video."

There were several more videos but Seel picked the next one in series. Noah came up beside him, curious.

"This is bad, mate," Alexander said, his eyes wide in desperation. "I just found out there was another branch working on this project. They call it the 'executive' branch. They're the ones merging the various aspects of the project together and getting it ready for distribution. But mate, this is where it gets nuts... Fuck..." Alexander ran a hand down his face in frustration. "They're altering the serum. They're making adjustments! I don't know to what ends but I'm going to find out. Something ain't right here..."

Seel stood up and gave Noah a firm nod. Noah asked what that was all about but he just replied that he really didn't have a clue. Whatever Alexander was hinting towards, it was strange and something was wrong in NexPharm.

"Let's take the fire stairs," Noah said, pointing at the far end of the hall. "It'll take us to the top floor hopefully."

"Okay."

No more of the beasts interrupted them as they quickly made their way through the stairs and two floors. Just before they stepped into the floor, Noah stopped, holding the doorknob.

"Hey mate, can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah? What's up?" answered Seel.

"Where'd you learn that 'breathe' thing, mate?"

Seel blushed slightly and smiled a little awkwardly. "Eh, I tend to be a little hyper. I was always told when I get all worked up, I should just 'breathe'."

"Sounds cool, mate. Thanks for teaching it to me. God knows, I really need to stop panicking, mate."

Seel frowned as Noah pushed open the door. "Are you sure you're not from Australia?"

"Why do you keep askin' me that, mate?"

"Because you sound it."

It was Noah's turn to frown at him. "What makes you say that, mate?"

"Well..." Seel paused a moment. The fourth floor was not what he had expected. It had multiple cubicles, desks and computers but unlike the lower floors, it was pristine, clean and undisturbed. A janitor's dream, really. Nothing showed any signs of the outbreak below. "Ummm...."

The train of thought died down as they slowly advanced through the dark office. The fourth floor seemed even scarier than the previous floors. Seel found himself quickening his pace, panic rising in his chest. He was starting to mutter 'breathe' over and over again as he tried to think that logically, the fourth floor was meant to be the evacuation point so it had to be clean... right?

No... that was just stupid.

"Mate... wait up..."

Seel turned and found Noah leaning against one of the cubicles, panting hard. "What's wrong?"

"I dunno mate... but... I..." Noah suddenly let out a long, lusty groan. Seel's eyes boggled when he saw the intern's pants tent up. "Fuck... Mate, I think... I think it's time..."

"No! Listen, we're already safe! Let's just find whoever is blocking our calls and -"

Fzzzzzt!

Suddenly, every monitor in the office sprang to life.

"This is bad, mate" Alexander blurted, his voice carrying over the speakers. "Mate, this is bad, really bad. I just learned that the Project OZ was never meant to help people. No mate, it's wayworse than that. Mate, Project OZ is a virus. A real goddamn virus!"

Noah arched his back, letting out a loud shout that was tainted by the faintest hint of a roar. Seel found himself backing away as Noah's pants began letting out a faint ripping noise but not from his crotch. The intern doubled over, clutching a desk as a thick bulge appeared just at the base of his spine.

"Mate, Project OZ is meant to infect people and transform them into these huge, muscular, animal-men! Worse yet, they're fuckin' horny bastards and they only want one thing... to reproduce! And you know what's worse? Mate, my research is used to make them Australian! I dunno if it's some fuckin' joke but the speech patterns are meant to mimic that of your stereotypical Australian! Fuck, mate! I've got it too! You keep saying 'mate', you slur, swear... shit! I've got it bad!"

Rrrrip!

The seat of Noah's pants tore to shreds. A thick, grey, fluffy tail exploded from the fabric, lashing out wildly. His butt thickened, obtaining a nice, rounded bubble shape before the fur from his tail spread like wildfire across the supple, pink skin.

"Mate... get away mate..." Noah panted. "Get away!"

Seel found himself froze, his fingers slowly rising to his lips as he thought about that one moment he had uttered that damning word.

"And you want to know how it's distributed, mate?"

Cum... It had to be cum...

"It's airborne... Shit... It's airborne! Everyone in the lab is infected!"

Boom!

Seel turned his head towards the videos just in time to hear Alexander scream. There was a deafening roar from the speakers as something big, muscular and large erupted from somewhere behind Alexander and crash-tackled the scientist.

The screens suddenly went blank.

"Mate! Mate! Mate!"

Noah roared. His legs exploded out of his pants, thick, veiny and ridiculously cut. The same grey fur rapidly spread across his legs as they stretched. The sound of bones cracking and reshaping hit Seel's ears. He watched Noah rise up, his body lengthening. The ridges of the intern's spine pressed up against his shire before the rising bulk of the young man ripped the white fabric apart. Noah rose up to a massive eight feet, his huge body hardening like steel.

A thick set of abdominal muscles absorbed every trace of fat around his belly, pushing past the skin and looking very much like a perfect washboard. Noah's soft, cornflower blue eyes were glazed in lust and pleasure. His hands went down to his cock, stroking it violently. With every run, his cock lengthened and thickened, losing the soft pink and mushroom helmet of a human cock to become a tapered point. A thick bulge began appearing at the base of his manhood; a canine's knot.

His tail was wagging excitedly behind him. His flat chest thickened, pecs plumping up to become firm, perfect squares. His nipples pushed out, topping the mountains of his pectorals like the tip of Everest. Thick, plump veins rolled over his shoulders and all the way down his arms. Biceps bulged alongside triceps, becoming thick watermelons to make any bodybuilder envious. His forearms grew to match. Noah was forced to let go of his cock as his fingers twitched, growing longer and thicker. Sharp, black claws replaced his fingernails. Grey fur sprouted from where his claws emerged and rapidly spread all over his body, somehow only accentuating any curve, crevasse and cut of his massive, toned body.

Noah fell on all fours.

"Mate! Mate! Mate! Mate!" he growled. His face contorted into a snarl, lips opening in a look of pleasure. His nose began to flatten out. Inch by inch, his face pushed forward to form a long, lupine muzzle. Square, omnivorous teeth rapidly extended to become sharp and very canine. His ears moved to the top of his head, suddenly covered by the grey fur that spread all over his face.

"MATE!" Noah howled.

Only then did Seel find the strength to turn around and feel for his life.

A light flicked on at the end of the floor and he saw a silhouette against the blurred windows of the office marked 'Manager'.

Someone was in the office!

He bolted for the office but was too slow for the massive Noah. Huge, muscular, furry arms wrapped around his waist and hurled him halfway across the room. He slammed hard against the window, surprisingly not even making a single scratch.

Noah's claws hooked his pants, just lightly nicking his flesh, and tore them away.

"Noah! Please, mate! Stop this!" Seel begged but when he felt the hot touch of Noah's canine cock between his ass cheeks, he whimpered.

"Mate! Mate! Mate!" growled the huge wolf, his panting muzzle hovering beside Seel's ear and dripping saliva all over the young man's shoulder.

Seel cried out in pain as the wolf pushed into him. The hot touch of a man in his ass made him shudder. It was something he had sorely missed and made him cry out in both a mix of agony and pleasure. He found his cock pushing up against the glass as Noah began pounding into him, each thrust pushing the wolf deeper and deeper into him.

He grit his teeth as he felt a rising heat emanated from all over his body.

"Mate..." he whimpered. "Please stop mate... stop... mate.... Mate...!"

He let out a cry as all the heat began coalescing at the base of his spine. He was pushing back against Noah involuntarily. There was a burst of pleasure and relief. Blood flooded into his newly formed, spotted tail and he glanced absently over his shoulder as he watched a long, fluffy tail curl around Noah's rockhard body. Through the thick fur, he could feel every curve of Noah's body and it turned him on immensely.

"Mate..." he growled, losing all resistance. He pressed his cheek against the window, eyes half-closed in pleasure. A faint tickling rose up from the base of his tail, spreading quickly over his ass. It felt like his ass was permanently encased in steel but he could also feel it inflating, growing bigger and firmer, matching Noah's bubble butt.

"Yes," came a voice from beyond the window. "Please send your finest to the local NexPharmfacility. Yes, the one downtown. I am aware that there was a prank call earlier but I am now informing you that there might have been some truth to that."

Seel shouted in frustration. A thick paw wrapped around his cock and his cry turned into a lusty moan. The touch of the warm, leathery pads on his throbbing cock made send shivers all over his body. Every thrust Noah made caused his cock of spasm in pleasure. He could feel its length riding up Noah's thick paw, growing longer and thicker to the point where the wolf's paw could no longer grasp it entirely.

"Unfortunately, quarantine procedures have failed. We fear that there are countless infected on the premises and we require the CDC's best to ensure that the contagion does not escape. What kind of contagion? It is a mutated strain of the common cold. Transmitted through bodily fluids. We were working on a cure, of course."

"Mate..." Noah growled, his thrusts growing faster and more feverish. Seel felt the rising heat of the transformation building in his legs and belly. A low growl rippled from his throat. Every muscle along his legs tightened like they had been gripped by a severe cramp. It was painful for the second that it happened but then there was an abrupt release. His skin tightened as thick, new muscle pushed against it. He could feel the veins pumping new blood into his muscles. That faint tickling followed the change that rippled down his thighs and bulged out his calves. His toes cracked and popped. He felt claws burst out of his toes and thick, leathery pads wrap around the soles of his feet.

He glanced down, watching the distinct grey and white fur of his new form quickly spreading up his belly.

"Mate..." he murmured.

His abs tightened, becoming sharp and lean. Each of his pecs ballooned out, nothing as large as Noah but still incredibly impressive. A bodybuilder would have considered his form very worrying. Lust suddenly took over him and he twisted his head to his right, planting his lips directly into Noah's.

"Mate..." Noah murmured.

"Yes, thank you. I will be in the top floor in the manager's office. I will be waiting." The voice put down the phone, let out a sigh and then picked it up again. "Hello? May I speak with the Director please? Ah! Director, apologies. Project OZ has... hit a snag."

Seel groaned as the change rippled down his arms, breathing new life into his muscles. His biceps surged out, his hands twisting into paws that he pounded wildly into the window. Lust overtook him and he pulled away from Noah's lips. He arched his back as an extra foot was added to his height and he came up to the wolf's chest. He pushed Noah away for a second, turning to face the wolf.

"Mate..." he rumbled.

"Mate," growled Noah in return.

Like two titans slamming into one another, the muscular furs came together in a lusty embrace. Seel wrapped his legs around Noah's thick form as the wolf shoved his dick straight into the snow leopard's abused ass. Their lips collided, both murmuring 'mate' over and over again in between their moans.

"Yes, the transformation serum was successful as was the muscle growth. Those were practiced formulas so there was little to adjust this time around except for making it an airborne agent. We discovered that the rate of change is highly dependent on arousal as was given in the brief. Yes sir, the hornier a subject is, the quicker the transformation will proceed. An interesting catalyst might be the semen of those already infected. I've sent samples to be analysed to determine whether it really is a catalyst or merely another form of the viral agent. Yes sir, thank you sir."

Seel felt Noah's knot pushing up against the edges of his ass. He pushed back eagerly, wanting that knot deep into him. All the while, he was all too aware of the sensitive barbs along his transformed cock rubbing against their hard abs, sending wave after wave of fuel for his lust throughout his body. Thick rivers of pre was dribbling in between them, sticking their fur together and bathing them in the heady aroma of their arousal.

Noah suddenly let out one last push and with a loud shloph, pushed his knot deep into Seel. The snow leopard half-moaned, half-purred in pleasure. Noah carried them against the blurred window again, pounding the feline like a madman and causing the windows to shake. Wave after wave of stimulation rippled throughout Seel and he found his mind bombarded from all directions.

"The problem, sir, comes from the speech pattern alterat