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Back in the city the wolf creature formerly known as Petra walked down the streets, heading towards his target as the others that had been infected ran rampant everywhere. It had been long since he had encountered any resistance... the police and military forces that had attempted to muster up some sort of defense was quickly overpowered and converted. That left everything in a state of complete anarchy as the wolf man watched humans running past while packs of infected creatures chased them. Though the virus had eaten away most of his memories and left him a muscled ball of pure instincts he did remember enough that he could find a ripe source of humans to infect...

His journey let him to the television station, which as he arrived had several creatures sniffing around it in order to see if there was anyone around. His lust addled mind remembered when he worked there that there was a special way to get in as he stealthily made his way around to the back. There he saw a back entrance with a steel door on it that had a number of heavy scratches on it, but it also had a keypad on it that was still intact. The wolf man panted slightly as he conjured the number that he had gotten from his former human life, the clawed hands shaking as they struggled to put in the code.

Petra's efforts bore fruit as on the second attempt it let out a loud chirp before he heard the mechanism in the door unlatch and allow him access. He quickly went inside and the door closed behind him, leaving him in darkness as the smell of untainted humans wafted into his nostrils. Even though he didn't know what it was he could feel the virus in his system thrumming with excitement as he carefully made his way up the stairs to the studio floor of the building. As he looked around the offices it was clear that most of the staff had been evacuated with many of the others in the city, but he had seen reports still coming out of the local news and he knew that there were at least two people left in the building...

The wolf man didn't see another person until he got up to the main studio, seeing the anchorman whose name the creature remembered as Jesse continuing to report behind the desk while one person in the booth controlled the feed. In his previous life as a human he had a secret crush on the guy, watching from afar as he flirted with all his female co-workers. Now he looked at his former co-worker with a far different light as he licked his lips, though his focus wasn't on him at the moment. Instead he skulked up to the control booth to take care of the other human first.

Michael watched from behind the glass as he watched the anchorman continue to drone on, wishing that he had evacuated with all the other personnel. But no, Jesse had somehow convinced him to stay behind in order to keep the broadcast open so that they could continue the news despite no one probably watching it anymore. Even if the government hadn't already shut them down it was likely those creatures had completely disrupted their communications, which meant that other than the locals no one would see what they're reporting. Yet there he was, sitting there in his chair watching the anchorman continue to report on a crisis that everyone likely knows about.

By the time the control room technician saw the wolf's face in the reflection of the monitor he had turned to watch it was too late, one of those huge hands wrapped around his mouth as he was lifted out of his chair in one smooth stroke. Before the footage had been cut he had seen what happened to those caught by the creatures, it usually ended with an orifice being jammed into a hole as he tried his best to wiggle out of Petra's grasp. The viral-enhanced wolf was having none of it though as he made plans for exactly what to do with the one he had captured.

The first thing that Michael began to feel was the clothes that had been pressed against his back was suddenly replaced with fur. His legs kicked in the air as he felt something slide between them, feeling the throbbing cock of an infected creature. As Petra growled in his ears that fur felt like it was spreading over his back and neck and the second he could feel it push their way onto his skin it seemed to penetrate into him. More of his clothing began to fall of his body as he thought that he was getting more muscular, but as his skin began to stretch it actually felt like he was becoming... smaller. He let out a loud groan as the cock that had been rubbing underneath him pushed against his own and when he saw the thick tool merging into his sensitive flesh he realized his body wasn't being converted, it was being assimilated!

This loss of self seemed to spark the fight in Michael once more but by this point he could feel the fur brushing against his arms where his sides used to be. He tried to push his arms back and use the leverage to get himself unstuck but when he felt those powerful arms unwrap themselves from his body he continued to stay in the air. It just seemed to prove that they were well and proper fused together as Petra grabbed the human's wrists and held them out in a spread-eagled pose. With his mouth now uncovered Michael tried to scream out to the oblivious anchorman that something was going terribly wrong but he found his throat unable to make any noise at all. As his arms were sucked into the already sizable arms of the wolf they bulked up even more while the human began to hear a voice in his infected mind.

"Give in to your desires..." Petra said as he could feel the human continuing to fuse with him, watching his head migrate up to their broadening shoulders as fur grew over his face and he began to grow a canine muzzle. "Become one with me... we build the pack for Alpha..."

Michael tried to get the powerful voice out of his own head but the words rang in his mind like a bell while the last of his body was getting sucked into the wolf's. Already most of his human flesh had been covered in thick fur, the last of it getting crept over his body as his pectorals aligned with the ones on Petra and made them even thicker. Thanks to Michael's mass they had gained at least a foot of height and a couple hundred pounds of muscle, not to mention their cock being as long as a firehose as Petra began to stroke it. The only things left were Michael's legs and feet and all Petra had to do was press them into a desk to begin the fusion process there too as the former human felt like his entire body was being stretched into the wolf creature's.

By the time Michael's head was eye level with Petra's the humanity had been completely sapped from it as well, both physically and mentally as a pair of amber eyes stared at each other. The closer the former human got to the already heavily infected wolf's head the more that voice subsumed his own, he began to think thoughts like the voice had said until he realized that Petra was no longer talking to him... he was just thinking the same way that the other half of him thought. Once the virus brought the two's mental wavelengths in sync they turned to the anchorman, a smile crossing both their muzzles as they watched their oblivious prey continue to drone on...

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Inside one of the apartment buildings of the city Farrow could hear the screams of those outside, as well as occasionally inside the hallways or other rooms as he furiously typed on his laptop. Ever since the containment quarantine went down and people were told to stay inside their buildings he had been looking for some kernel of information that would tell him exactly what he was facing. At first he thought it was being just dying in the streets due to some unknown infection but as the hours ticked on and it appeared no one was being evacuating he quickly ruled that out. Not to mention the shouts and... other noises he had been hearing were definitely not that of someone dying as he continued to try to find some news that wasn't being filtered through the CDC or the government.

Just as he was about to give up and try going through the television again he saw a notification pop-up, something he hadn't expected to see as he saw that it was a live video feed that was coming from the local television news station. From what he had heard the entire facility had been evacuated, which meant that any feed coming out of there wasn't supposed to be happening. As he continued to type on his feed he suddenly felt something wet hit the back of his neck.

"What the hell..." He said as he looked up, only to get another droplet on his face as he saw a growing water spot on his ceiling. "Are you kidding me? Bad enough that we have some sort of raging virus running around but now this apartment is going to hell as well... don't think that the super is going to respond to anything today."

After he got a bucket to collect the drips that were still coming down from his ceiling he took his laptop and moved over to his couch, sitting down with the computer on his lap as he opened the news feed. There he saw Jesse the newsanchor sitting there in his usual position behind his desk. However at this point he was completely speechless and the color was completely drained from his face. He also didn't appear to be looking at the camera anymore, instead he appeared to be staring at something off behind it.

"I... I've been here since the beginning of this story," Jesse finally said once he managed to swallow. "Now it appears... uh... it appears that my time here is at an end. I am currently staring down one of the infected creatures that has managed to get into the station and since Michael is not responding to my calls I can only assume that he's already been taken by it. I just... I thought I had more time than this... but now is my end apparently, my only hope is that with Michael's tweaks that my final broadcast is going to be captured here."

Farrow's eyes widened as he finally saw the creature that the anchorman hadn't kept his eyes off of since the broadcast started. At first it was just a wall of muscle and fur that blocked out most of the shot but as the creature approached the human he could start to see it in more detail. The first thing that caught Farrow's eyes was the fact that he had two heads and that both of them were drooling as the human looked at it in fear. The wolf creature leapt forward before Jesse could scramble away he grabbed the human and his claws ripped down his suit to shreds, bearing his skin as he was tossed onto his own desk.

The longer that Farrow watched as Jesse squirmed in the werewolf's grasp and to his surprise he actually found himself growing... hornier. His laptop nearly fell off his lap from his growing erection as he realized that he had remained fixated on the creature the entire time as he continued to crawl over the pinned human. In the back of his mind he knew that he shouldn't be getting off on this, even as the fog of lust came over Jesse's face while his clothes were ripped off his body. He knew that he loved women but something about the furry globes of that rear, framed by the fluffy tail and the strong muscles of the creature's back caused him to start drooling over the beefcake.

As the view count of the live stream continued to climb and people watched as Jesse's naked body was pressed against the wolf's, which at first Farrow thought that the creature was about to add another head on his shoulders until he saw that the two bodies remained separate as the fur grew. Farrow could almost feel his pupils begin to dilate as he watched a haze of pleasure wash over the human's face, though it wouldn't be human for much longer. For the first time Farrow and the rest of the world that had the internet could watch the infection in action as its transferred through the wolf cock jammed into the human's tailhole. At this point Farrow could no longer contain himself and he grabbed the laptop to lift it off him while his other hand went for his zipper.

When he heard the fabric tear Farrow looked down and saw that he had hooked the fabric of his zipper on his fingernails, and the reason that it caught was because his fingernails had started to turn black. It was just like what was happening to Jesse as his eyes looked back at the screen. Once Farrow had freed his erection he used his hand and reached behind his neck to confirm what his arousal-soaked mind had already figured out. He could feel a tuft of fur quickly spreading over his neck and up his head, meeting up with the thick tuft that had already started to grow there as well.

"This... can't be happening to me..." Farrow said, though his words were slightly garbled as his teeth began to thicken and push out past his lips. "Rrrrgh... it's just like Jesse..."

On the screen the anchorman continued to get his hole stretched open by the hulking two-headed werewolf and his hips began to thrust up in order to stimulated his mutated member. Farrow locked onto that and began to do the same, his cares and worries on being infected getting carried away by the current of pleasure forming as he began to stroke his cock in time with the wolf creature's thrusts. In his mind he began to think of himself in that position as the one thrusting into that transforming hole as the anchorman's human flesh grew more fur and his face started to get a canine muzzle. As the patterning grew on the fur it was clear he was going to be something different, Jesse becoming something more akin to a malamute.

When Farrow looked at his own fur it was clear his patterning was becoming far different, spots appearing on his palm and upper arm where the fur had already grown. He already knew that he was infected at this point, and from the sound of it there was nothing that he could do to stop it now that he had been exposed. If this was true then it was something that the CDC definitely wasn't taking very seriously, especially if all it did was contact with fluids in order to start transforming into some sort of crazy muscle creature.

It was clear that Jesse was getting a far larger dose of the viral laden cum that what he was exposed to as the two-headed wolf continued to plow into the transforming male. Jesse's groans could clearly be heard from the lone camera that filmed them as his already decent physique was bulked up by the infection underneath all the fur. It was also clear that he was very much enjoying being on the bottom, especially now that his corrupted brain likely saw it as a good thing. As Farrow continued to watch the more he desperately wanted to be that wolf even though his rational brain was screaming at him that such a thing was terribly wrong.

As the two canines continued to mate with one another on the screen and the viewer count continued to skyrocket Farrow was done with it, taking the laptop and tossing it aside as he got up on his feet. He could feel the bones in them shift slightly to accompany a new gait as well his thickening frame. His hand never left his cock the entire time as he shuffled the rest of his clothing off of his body. As he stripped the last of them off he noticed that patches of fur had started to appear over his body where the cum that had leaked from the ceiling had splashed unseen on his clothes.

"Let's speed this up..." Farrow growled slightly as he grabbed the bucket that he had placed underneath the increasingly dripping section of the ceiling. When he looked at it he saw that the bucket was already nearly a quarter of the way full, which was more than enough for him as he took it and dumped it over his head.

The effect was almost instantaneous, as the evolving virus hit every inch of his skin his body began to writhe as he fell to the floor. He bellowed loudly as he slid on the cum-stained floor while his chest barreled out, feeling his ribs expand to accommodate the new muscle that is being formed. As the fur exploded over his skin the skin rippled underneath it while his limbs expanded with new growth. His already altered maw stretched out into a feline muzzle as the grey and white fur grew over it while the former human embraced the virus. He couldn't understand now why the others would run from such a thing, as his curves grew more solid his lust-addled brain didn't remember how he could think such a thing was so terrible.

Farrow gurgled as his new snow leopard body shifted into its final configuration, his hands back on his dick as he panted heavily. His corrupted mind immediately switched from his own body changing to that of others... along with an undeniable hunger that he hadn't felt in ages. He could hear his stomach gurgle as he looked out the window and could still hear the lustful cries of the former anchorman howling on his half-open laptop while Farrow looked longingly out the window. The city was in chaos but as the creatures overwhelm the humans they began to switch over to feeding off of one another.

The snow leopard male's longing looks was interrupted as he heard someone banging on his door, which by the time he got there he heard the wood snap as someone kicked it off its hinges. When Farrow looked around the corner he saw a muscular lynx that was at least a head taller than him and with a cock that was dripping with pre. His fuzzy ears twitched and he licked his lips as he began to walk forward. When the two locked eyes it was clear what Farrow wanted and the lynx was more than willing to give it to him, wagging the half-hard cock in the air as though to beckon the other infected male forward.

The lynx was surprised by the other feline's ferocity as he was pushed back into the hallway while Farrow dropped down onto his knees and took the thick cock into his maw. As he began to lick and suck the snow leopard could hear the sound of other doors being broken in as the critical mass of infected creatures made sure that those that still tried to cling to humanity were rooted out of their hiding spots. Farrow would soon join them, but for now he was content in pleasuring the sensitive flesh of the heavy member by bobbing his head up and down on it.

As Farrow continued to feed the toppled over laptop suddenly no longer showed Jesse and Petra having sex, the feed from the news station being cut as a logo from the CDC formed on the screen for a few seconds before disappearing completely. None of that mattered to the snow leopard as a second creature came up behind Farrow looking for a meal of his own, sliding his head between his legs in order to suck on the already corrupted cock to take from the tainted fluids that were there. As he felt his member get engulfed by the warm maw it caused Farrow to push forward and lodge the head into his throat.

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As night fell the headquarters of the CDC was in full panic mode as both the unknown virus and the news broadcast that exposed its effects quickly spread. The main control room buzzing with activity as a view screen showed the entire country which had a number of red dots on it that were slowly growing while reports of panic, fear, and increased exposure were fed into the main control area. Though the mass hysteria wasn't helping the fact of the matter was that somehow an incident that was supposed to be localized to a single area now spawned nearly two dozen hotspots around the country with more reports on the way. When it became clear that somehow the carriers of the disease were able to hide it long enough to get on airplanes, evidenced by one that got all the way to the airport before almost a hundred infected creatures poured out of it and started to convert everyone on the tarmac as well as several other incidences.

The video footage was equal parts baffling and frightening, from the musclebound creatures that spread like a wave infecting anything and everything they see into similar being to the hospitals where the virus seems to take a more subtle approach and people start showing up with animal ears and tails. At the heart of the major outbreak at the bowl game creatures could be seen having sex with one another right in the street as the infection seems to render them endlessly horny as they suck and fuck one another. The most drastic are when they're able to capture a transformation on camera, watching as male and female alike grow muscle, fur, and heavy cocks that other infected are eager to get their mouths or tailholes around.

"Sir... this isn't looking good," a researcher in a white lab coat said to a man that was watching it all through the glass windows of his office that overlooked the command center. "Even with the military on full alert we have no way of knowing where the next outbreak is going to occur, especially since this virus seems to be able to hide itself in a human host until they're surrounded by a meaningful population size. Plus the media already knows about it when that reporter got infected and transformed on a live stream that went over the internet..."

"I am well aware of the inadequacies that we are facing here," the head of the CDC said as he watched the glowing red dots continue to grow before his eyes. "I already spoke to the President about it and we've started evacuating people out of the country, and for our neighbors we've told they're doing the same. The other continents have already started shutting down all inbound traffic via plane and ship... we think that despite the rapid spread we've caught it early enough that they didn't get a chance to jump the ocean barrier to the others."

The researcher looked down and an uneasy silence filled the room before he finally spoke up again. "So that's it then?" He said as he swallowed hard. "We're going to just let this epidemic wipe out all of the population here in this country? On this continent? What about all the people that are left?"

The head of the CDC just shook his head and looked back at his own desk, which by now were filled with status reports and pictures of the mutated humans that were spreading this plague all throughout the land. Though he didn't want to say it out loud at this point they had been beaten, whatever this was had spread far beyond their capability to contain it and every minute that they stood there it would continue to grow exponentially as victims became carriers. He had even got reports that some had started to flock to hot spots in order to willingly infect themselves, shouting that it was a clear sign from above that this was what humanity was meant to turn into. Others were already condemning the harsh actions taken by the military and pictures surfaced of people in full hazmat suits taking those infected roughly into CDC fans and being driven off.

"We will continue to fight for all those that remain until the bitter end..." the boss replied as he gathered up the files and put them in a briefcase. "But the actual reason that I called you in is that I'm going to be meeting with the World Health Organization to brief them on the situation and also to transport what data we're streaming in to them. Sadly with the loss of our primary base of operations in the first city this outbreak happened we don't have much on the origin of this virus, but it's all we got to show... hopefully we can find something to get us started on a treatment for whatever this new plague is. While I'm gone you and Dr. Serias are in charge, either you or her keep me updated on the hour every hour even if the situation appears contained."

"We can do that sir," the researcher replied as the older man took the briefcase and began to walk out of the office. "Sir?" the question brought the boss to look back at the researcher who had gone back to staring at the giant map. "How did this happen?"

"I don't know..." the head of the CDC replied with a sigh. "And at this rate we may never know..."

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Dr. Memphis sighed as he turned off the television set and grabbed the bottle of scotch he had been drinking from, seeing his creation not only making national news but now also being referred to as a potential pandemic or plague. While the CDC and the military attempted to contain the new hotspots that were emerging from the outbreak during the game. Though it appeared that they would curtail the spread it was likely beyond their control, luckily he had just the thing that would help. With the aid of the database from the CDC and the samples they had collected, along with his own research that was years in the making, he was able to synthetize a treatment that would stop the progenitors in their tracks. Of course that meant he had to give up on what his research was really for, but at this point if he didn't intervene it would be the end of humanity as they knew it.

"Looks like I'll have to settle for being rich and famous," he said with a chuckle as he walked through his living room to his office once again. "I suppose I would thank Derek if he wasn't a mindless creature running around..."

As he turned on the lights he dropped the bottle to the ground, Dr. Memphis frozen in fear as he saw the visage of a winged lion sitting down on the other side of his desk. Even though he had changed significantly he knew it was Derek, he could almost sense it as those cold eyes stared at him. "So... you found me..." Dr. Memphis said as he tried to remain composed despite seeing the one that caused all of this now only a few feet away from him. "I don't suppose I have to ask how."

"He was given directions from Francis after we broke him out of the containment area that he was being held in," another voice said, the doctor jumping slightly to the left at the naked golden-furred jaguar that leaned against one of his bookshelves. "Of course he got the location of that from me, which I was more than willing to give after finding out how much of a royal ass you are. When did you decide to spike our regional server, was it when we couldn't find your original patient zero, or was it when your creations became too much for us to handle?"

Dr. Memphis swallowed hard as he stared at the two creatures, especially the one that had started to circle around him as he was told to take a seat. "I'm presuming that it's you Dr. Fairbanks..." He said as he looked between the two. "It looks like you're enjoying your betrayal of the human race."

"Oh shut up," the jaguar snarled as he strong-armed the other man down into the chair. "This body is because of you, just like all those that are out there and many that are soon to come. Of course the fact that I have to suck someone's cock in order to sustain myself is something I hadn't expected, but I can't say that I'm complaining... especially if I'm one the one that's doing the feeding. The newfound vitality and enhanced strength are good trade-offs... though I don't have to tell you that."

There was a moment of silence as Dr. Memphis stared at Derek, who continued to say nothing as the jaguar sat up on the desk between the two. "While we were waiting for you to come in we decided to help ourselves to your files and we saw what your end game was," he said accusingly. "All this, everything that's happened here including your plan to infect Francis and the accidental spread, was so that you could get the research funding and permission for your work. You doth protest too much Memphis... all of this was because you wanted this form."

Even though Dr. Memphis tried to help it he couldn't help but grimace as what the jaguar said was a hundred percent true. Somehow Derek had managed to hack the source of the virus and got the base form that he had originally been trying to create. His dream body was sitting there right in front of him and there was nothing he could do or say about it, but the two seemed to already know what he was thinking as the pair smirked. "It seems that we may have hit the nail on the head..." The jaguar said.

"It doesn't matter what you think," Dr. Memphis said as he tried to keep himself from shaking. "If you're looking for the cure I have it. You seem to still have your intelligence intact, take Derek and myself back to the CDC headquarters and we can keep this thing from getting worse. I'll even cut you in on the fame... all we have to do is get my research and we can all win."

For the first time since the virus had ravaged his system completely Derek laughed, a deep booming voice that vibrated the window panes before he stood up and circled around the desk. Though he enjoyed watching the scientist squirm but he needed to speak, but for him there was only one way to do that as he turned his attention to the jaguar. The rainbow-winged feline rocked forward slightly as he gasped and moaned, Dr. Memphis watching in a mixture of horror and fear as the emerald green eyes began to blacken. It wasn't long before every inch of the sclera was a glistening black and had an otherworldly quality as they looked back down at the human while he gained a more regal posture.

"I can not allow you to take this away from us..." The jaguar's lips moved, though it was clear that it was the lion's voice that came out of it as the scientist shrank back slightly from the surreal sight. "Whether you like it or not you have ushered in the next era of this planet, one where we are the dominant species. Your virus has given birth to a new race... one that you will NOT be a part of."

It was clear that the statement had confused the researcher, but when it dawned on Dr. Memphis what the lion man was talking about the fear that he was experiencing was quickly replaced with sheer rage as he stood up fast enough to knock the chair over. "You have no right to do this to me!" He shouted as he went boldly up to Derek and poked him in the furry chest. "You said it yourself that I am the one that created you! You are not going to lock me out of my own discovery!"

"There is nothing that you can do about it," the jaguar continued to speak as Derek's voice while the lion remained. "You lost control of your gift when you gave it to me, and now it is mine to give to who I choose, and you don't deserve it. The one that sits on your desk is the closest you'll ever get to seeing what you wanted... and for the rest of your days you will be surrounded by the one thing you destroyed so much to try and get."

There was a moment of silence as Dr. Memphis stood there in shock, but as the jaguar's eyes returned to normal and he shook his head the scientist began to laugh almost maniacally. "Do you honestly think you can just tell me that I have to quit..." The human said as he backed away from the lion man. "You may be guiding my creation but you can't control all of it! And even if I can't get infected then I'm going to distribute my cure to the world and you'll be back to crunching numbers in some lab if you survive the process at all!"

"I actually think that we killed two birds with one stone," the jaguar replied, the grin on his face showing he was back in control as he pulled out an empty vial. "You see we took the spike that you put in our system and used it on yours to destroy all your research, save for the vial of it you already created. I'm sure Francis will be more than pleased to know that we put this in your bottle of booze while you were in the bathroom... I'm afraid you just drank your own cure."

Dr. Memphis slowly turned around and looked at the bottle of alcohol that had been spilt all over his new carpeting. He had drank the cure he had created... which meant that even if he did get infected by someone out there the virus wouldn't be able to take hold. The two winged felines walked out of the room as the scientist didn't know what to say, his mouth opening and closing several times before he once more flew into a rage and followed them out of his house. He screamed and cursed at them but they didn't turn back even once, even when they got outside his house onto the lawn. When Dr. Memphis stormed out of the house after him he stopped dead in his tracks at what he saw.

Dozens of creatures stood there, from a cerberus creature to a blue-furred double-armed wolf and even a draconic creature or two all staying silent as they stared at the shocked scientist. All of them stared at him accusingly, dozens upon dozens of muscular creatures all laying the blame on their condition on his shoulders. After a few seconds they all dispersed once again, leaving the bewildered scientist at his doorstep. The reality of it all came crashing down on him that in a city, country, possibly even a world full of anthro creatures he would be the only human living in it.

"You can't... you can't do this to me..." Dr. Memphis said as he slid down on the concrete porch while he watched the others leave. "Do you think this is going to stop me? I found a way to force evolution and I can do again, I'll create and become a species even more powerful than you and you will see what leaving me in the cold will bring you!"

As the scientist continued to scream and shout all the creatures that had bothered to show up in display had left. When most people had left and Dr. Memphis had shouted himself out his lawn was empty once more. The last to leave was Derek, the original patient zero giving his creator one last look before he disappeared into the night and left Dr. Memphis to his fate...