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Leo sat in silence as the air filtering system of the room flickered on. The lights slowly raising the visibility of the lab. It was late, after hours. He was the only person in the building except the janitor, who knew better than to go poking around the labs when he wasn't wanted. Leo reached over and grabbed a pair of gloves from the table.

The fumigation chamber has been broken for days. His colleagues had complained endlessly about it, almost as much as they complained about the demi-human protestors that had often gathered outside of the ground's front gates. Leo didn't care either way. In fact, he found their comments distasteful.

Yet still, he worked in a lab dedicated to "vaccinating" people against the Werner demi-human effect. Named after the famous Dr. Albert Werner, the man who discovered the virus mechanism that caused people to morph into half-animals. A rapidly replicating, self-containing DNA modification structure that allowed for (mostly) painless changes in human biology. Leo was one of the few people who saw the real potential in such a thing. Degenerative diseases could be a thing of the past if they could isolate an inactive sample.

He held his tongue though. Many of the people in the lab were... much more extreme than him. Their only desire was the extermination of such a virus. Leo suspected that the project leader held similar ideals to himself - as he was methodical and controlled as a good biologist could be. Leo got permission to stay behind and wrap up a little later.

Leo's current task was to determine the infection method, if it was infectious at all. Despite its virus like qualities there was seemingly no correlation between proximity to demi-humans and the chances of turning into one. Multiple papers had attested to that. Still, there was an insistence from the other researchers that demi-humans be excluded from the building. Technically, they had no legal rights, so it was fair game.

Leo ordered his papers and placed them into his drawer, locking them with a key. A lot of this was classified information and he could get in serious trouble if it got out. As he turned to leave, he heard a crashing noise from downstairs. He paused, his finger hovering over the light switch. He pulled out his phone, opened the contact list and called the security officer, John.

"Huh, you still in the lab at this hour?" Leo knew that John would be by the front gate. Hearing a broken window from over there would be tough.

"Yeah, it's Leo. I just heard a noise from downstairs. I think somebody smashed a window."

"Give me a minute, I'll come down and check it out."

"Cheers." Leo hung up and turned out the light. Despite the knowledge of John's presence, he was still uneasy. The lab had received a number of threats over the past few months from everybody who could spell. Pro-demi-human campaigners, anti-demi-human campaigners. It was insane. It could be a brick tossed by a troublemaker, or something more serious.

Leo's curiosity got the better of his good sense though. He walked carefully through the darkened corridors of the building; paranoia induced goose bumps flaring up across his body. Walking down the steps his body cast tall shadows onto the wall. He peeked around the corner. Down the end of the hallway was the window in question. On the floor lay shards of glass and a red brick, making it self-evident what had occurred just moments prior.

There was no sign of the culprit.

Leo knew exactly where a thief might go though. The reinforced door on the left, which housed the storage facility. It was where many of the chemicals and samples they used were contained. It was a serious biohazard risk, and you had to get permission from the team leader to even go inside - along with a respiration and other sterile wear to protect you from contamination.

He walked up to the door and noticed that it was slightly ajar, the door lock forced open with some kind of tool. Leo wasn't about to enter the room and get into a big brawl with whoever was inside, but he wasn't going to let him get away with it either.

Leo cleared his throat and called out, "Hey, that's a bio risk in there!"

He could hear somebody moving around inside. But there was no verbal response.

"It's your funeral mate. Come out before you hurt yourself. Security is on its way." He could hear the clacking of beakers; this idiot was going to infect himself and make the whole building a write off. Leo looked impatiently at the main door, what was keeping John? At this pace he could make off with the whole collection.

Against his better judgement, Leo couldn't let him stomp around in there unsupervised, even if he was a criminal. So, he doubled back to the storage room and grabbed a respirator. The bookkeeper would probably get mad at him, but it's better to ask for forgiveness than permission. The noise hadn't subsided in the time it took him to get back.

He pulled open the door and turned on the lights. Oddly, the culprit had seemingly hidden himself behind the rows and rows of shelves and cabinets. "Come on, you're going to catch something." His pleas fell on deaf ears once again. "There are cameras everywhere; we already have you on video. You haven't broken anything have you?"

Leo tried to take note of what had been disturbed. Despite the crude methods that had been used to get into the room, the contents were left untouched. He was either a picky shopper, or he knew exactly what he was looking for. He sighed and stood by the door. He wasn't about to go deeper inside with a criminal inside and lose the only escape route in the process. There were no windows to keep petty thieves out, clearly this person didn't get the message.

Leo wondered where John was, he could have run to the building twice there and back by now. He was so deep in thought that he didn't notice the bowling ball running towards him at max speed. Leo yelled as something impacted his right shoulder, the respirator on his face flying free in comical fashion and clattering onto the white floor. Leo barely had time to get his bearings before the robber was upon him.

The man towered above Leo, standing at least seven feet tall. He had a well-groomed mane of orange-brown hair. His bestial face carved into a cocky grin, as if Leo's presence was a mere inconvenience rather than the harbinger of actual consequence. Hot, moist breath flowed over his face and nose.

Leo struggle to escape from the clutches of the lion. He was incredibly heavy and muscular, knocking the wind of out his lungs just from the pressure of being on top of him. The lion didn't seem phased as Leo punched, kicked and bit. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a flask. He shook it, as if considering whether to use it. His clawed finger popped open the lid.

His other hand gripped Leo' jaw, his digits invading Leo's open mouth. "Don't you dare!" He cried out - or attempted to. The lion held the flask up and poured out a viscous fluid that hung dangerously over his open maw. The sheer weight of the man meant that Leo couldn't move. He could only watch in horror as the off-white liquid slowly lengthened, before snapping from the tension and falling down his throat. He gagged, unable to spit it out.

He struggled even harder but only succeeded in tiring himself. Leo had no idea what the lion had just fed him. "What was that? You crazy bastard?!"

"Just a little somethin' I prepared earlier. I wasn't expecting to see a humie like you."

"My name's Leo, you cunt."

The lion chuckled, "What a coincidence. I wish I had your name; it'd fit me. Maybe it's fate."

Leo was in serious trouble, putting side the poison that he was just force-fed, the guy could easily snap his spine if he wanted to. Demi-humans displayed an increased level of strength depending on their species, and a lion was one of the strongest.

"I don't believe in fate arsehole."

The lion relented and stood; Leo sucked in a deep breath now that his lungs were unrestricted. "Save the biting for the bedroom, yeah?" He turned and approached the control sample cabinet, pushing aside bottles and cases until he found what he was looking for. A steel safe case that was password protected. An original sample of the virus, one that wasn't inert and could easily be spread to other people.

"Wait! Don't open that!"

The lion shrugged, his bulging muscles popping up through his thick coat. "There ain't nobody in here that isn't infected already..." Leo's mouth clammed up, the liquid... it must have been body fluid!

"Did you fucking feed me your cum - you scratty bastard?"

The lion laughed again; a deep belly laugh like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. "Yeah, yeah, I fed you some of my cum." He placed the case onto the table and shattered the lock with leverage from one of his wicked claws. He opened the case and pulled out the Petri dish.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

He held the sample up to the light and squinted his eyes, "Looking for this! An original, infectious sample, isolated and stored."

Leo shook his head. The door was busted, he couldn't lock him in. And it seemed that John wasn't forthcoming either. The lion turned to Leo with a sad smile, "It's a shame that we have to do things like this to make a point. But that's how life is."

"Do what? Breaking into a government lab?"

The lion's eyes had a tint of anger in them. He approached Leo and knelt in front of him, "You'll be my first son. So, remember this well. People are two faced, they'll lie, they'll steal, they'll cheat. You'll lose something in all this but gain something else in return. When you've found those answers, come find me again. I'll be nearby."

The lion stood and walked past him. Leo spun around as he wrenched open the door and left the way he entered. Leo's heart pounded with dread, not just from the attack, but from the thought of being infected himself.

"In other news, a robbery occurred at a government biology lab yesterday that was studying the demi-human virus and it's transmission. Police described it as an isolated incident committed by an individual, or small group of individuals. CCTV footage shows the suspects incapacitating the security guard on duty, and then assaulting a lab technician who was at the lab during the break in."

Leo turned the TV off with a scoff. Not a single mention of what they actually stole, that's what you get on the state news. The people in charge probably had the government breathing down their necks to keep the reality off the air. He'd been given the week off after the attack so he could "cool down."

He didn't need to cool down. Leo didn't have anything to do; the week off was unwelcome because they'd certainly ask him to make up the hours lost later when he wouldn't want to. He was tired. After John woke up the police were called, and he had a long, long witness statement to give to them. Leo had omitted the... cum thing. It was embarrassing and vomit inducing enough already without revealing it to others.

The boss was furious, not just because he was getting woken up a one in the morning because a lion broke into his secure room, but because Leo hadn't done anything to stop him. Leo had fired back, demanding to know how he could have beaten up a three-hundred-pound lion man on his own. Leo sat bare-chested on his sofa, gasping with every move of his upper body. When the adrenaline wore off the bruises that he'd left became increasingly painful.

His ice pack had gotten too warm again. Leo walked into the kitchen and threw it back into his freezer, swapping it for an identical one that he had on rotation. What a shitty week. He remained bent over for a moment, his eyes sizing up a leg of raw beef that he'd bought from the shops the day before last. He felt hungry, hungry enough to wolf down the thing without cooking it first.

But he didn't. Instead he turned on the oven and waited for it to warm up. Why not spoil himself after getting his arse kicked for his boss' sake? With some vegetables and gravy, he'd have a full meal fit for a king.

Leo scratched his chest with his free hand. For some reason his pec muscles felt... bigger? He wasn't exactly the healthiest guy in the world, he was too busy for that, but he wasn't fat. Maybe he was coming down with a chest infection, a chest infection that made your man boobs grow. Leo didn't know what to do with his sudden surplus of free time. He completed his beef and gravy dinner, ate, and then crashed into his bed to try and catch some sleep.

It wasn't a restful sleep, that was for sure. The bruises on his upper body occasionally pinched him back into conciseness, and he felt hot, like a board of needles were being pushed into his back and legs. The frustration grew until Leo tossed the covers from his bed and stormed back into the living room.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" he groaned. Leo felt unsteady on his feet, far from improving his condition his time lying down only seemed to make things worse. A flash of aggression flooded his body, he really wanted to punch something, or smash something. Leo wanted to fuck up his apartment, get the blood circulating around his body!

He squared up and started hopping on the balls of his feet, a bead of sweat ran down his bare back. In the early hours of the morning in nothing but his underwear, Leo started shadow boxing. Leo had never boxed in his life, nor had he paid much attention to the sport. So, to describe his wild flailing as shadow boxing would perhaps be presumptuous. Leo didn't grow tired. He tried desperately to wring out the violent impulse that was infesting his brain, but it didn't work. He stopped; arms hung at his side. His muscles burned and pulsed with a sensation that could only be described as a swelling.

His eyes locked onto the cheap plywood table between his TV and the sofa. Leo lifted his left leg and brought his entire weight down onto the centre. The table snapped, its legs buckling under the impact. Again, and again, Leo stomped on the table until it was completely flattened. It felt good to destroy something even if a twinge of regret was felt afterwards. That feeling is forever, a broken table was temporary.

Leo stared at the table. Destroying it had seemed to do the trick. He stood there in silence for several minutes, wondering idly what the neighbours were thinking about the banging coming from his room. His hand quaked. He reached over to his stomach and ran his hand over the six pack that had magically emerged from his stomach.

"Fuck me."

Leo wasn't stupid. He knew exactly what this meant, he'd spent the last few years of his life studying everything there was to know about the virus. That lion bastard had infected him, and he was in the late stages of the process. Symptoms like mood swings, elevated temperature, increased appetite, his body's metabolism had been pushed to supernatural levels. Infection was never guaranteed, but Leo knew that he'd been lying to himself. It was more likely to be infected than not.

What could he even do about it? There was no cure. Leo sat down and stared at the wall. Time passed quickly, more quickly than it would normally. He was experiencing a sudden onset of delirium, that can lead to a skewed perception of time, shortness of breath, and usually a sense of overwhelming joy. He started to laugh; at least it hadn't dulled his useless knowledge on how it worked.

The laugh continued, and continued, and continued. For some reason Leo found it hilarious! Like it was the funniest thing he'd heard all year. He rubbed the blonde fur growing on his chest. That was irritating, but what a nice colour. Much nicer than the boring brown hair he used to have. Leo's mind had gone on holiday, a whimsical journey filled with a spectrum of wild colours and thoughts that had little relation to his situation.

If he was fully aware, he'd be thinking about how it was too late to do anything now. The rapid assimilation of his DNA structure had already begun. A violent attack on his genetic structure that would rapidly change him into a half-animal person. The virus would penetrate every cell in his body, reproducing via the bone marrow much like a blood cell.

Leo's body began to swell, muscles expanding rapidly. Before he was merely a normal person, but the virus had seen fit to gift him with the physique of an athlete. Not as big as the lion who had infected him originally, but much larger than the average person.

The fur that had sprouted on his chest spread like wildfire. His arms, legs and back receiving their own coating of dusty blonde hair. Leo fell off the couch and onto his knees, he yelled out in pain as his shoulder blades widened, his bone structure adapting to the added muscle. A long, thin tail sprouted from the bottom of his spine.

Leo tore apart his underwear with black claws and tossed the white fabric behind the sofa. He pushed the table's wreckage out of the way and lay down flat on his stomach. The pain was intense, but Leo was too distracted to notice.

Leo's hair grew longer, and longer, until it framed his face. A furry collar for the newest member of the pride. His jaw dislodged itself and pushed forwards, pulling his face outwards into a feral snout. Sharp teeth pushed out from under his blunt human ones, they fell onto the floor along with a rather copious amount of blood.

His eyes didn't change size but compared to the size of his newly enlarged head - they were smaller. It made him look as predatory as he really had become. Yellow jewels that glowed in the darkness. Leo's cock rubbed against the carpet, his entire body throbbed with pain and something else; arousal. Even the primitive contact between his twitching member and the floor was enough to flood his body with a fresh wave of adrenaline.

Leo pushed himself back and sat, legs spread. His newly enlarged balls touching the ground even from such a position. His cock was red and raw, and bigger than it had ever been in his life before. Such a cock was inhuman, obscene, it'd probably break a human in half. It wavered with arousal, thick veins pumping blood up and down.

Leo panted as he slowly began to run his hand up and down his new cock. His tongue hung free, meeting the cool air of the room. A bestial groan escaped his throat, a deep rumbling that made his own hair stand on end. He felt incredible, masculine. He never knew how good it'd feel to be so big and so testosterone filled.

His other hand roamed across his own body, the self-appraisal continuing. His pecs, his bulging arms, his thick legs that could easily cave in the skull of another person. No, a human. He could pop them like a grape, just by putting his foot against their head and pushing... pushing... Leo couldn't begin to describe what he was feeling, conflicted, aroused, desperate for release.

Leo's balls swelled as they produced a fresh batch of infectious seed. His mind raced with thoughts of pouncing on his neighbours and blasting them with his steaming cum; indoctrinating them to the incredible feeling that he was experiencing, the euphoria of letting go of his humanity and becoming a violent beast. Their swelling bodies, their animal cries.

It was too much. Leo roared and released himself all over the ground. His normal concern for the cleanliness of his home discarded in a moment of passion. He didn't need a nice carpet, he needed to cum. His nerves were alight, and stars crossed his vision. The torrent that he released was far more than what a human could make, alpha seed designed to penetrate and violate the DNA of anybody lucky enough to be in his way.

Thick, viscous and off-white. The stench was so powerful that Leo nearly gagged at his own scent. His cock softened slightly but didn't lose any of its length. Even after his ejaculation his cock continued to expel a thick river of the stuff. It was the most incredible orgasm of his life. The horrible ideas that had come into his head were an afterthought - Leo didn't care, the fantasy had made him cum harder than he ever had before.

Leo looked down, over the muscular peaks of his twin pecs at the puddle he'd left. Streaks of cum ran up the carpet towards the television stand. A projectile attack, he thought sardonically. Leo wobbled as he got back up, his centre of gravity having changed dramatically in just a few minutes. He was taller and wider with the outline of a bodybuilder.

Leo limped into the bathroom and pulled the lights on. Now was the time to be shocked, where once there was a scrawny, average guy, instead there was a muscular lion with a proud mane and a 12-inch cock. He felt up his own body, marvelling at the size of the muscles, and fondling his own orange sized balls. Was this what the other lion felt? There wasn't a sense of terror or horror. Just excitement that cut down to his most basic sense of self.

He couldn't believe it; he worked to cure this every day but now he got to experience it for himself. It was almost unreal, but the rise and fall of his chest, the way that his junk twitched as he flittered between arousal and empty bliss.

Bang bang! There was a loud knocking on the door.

"Shit, fuck!" Leo cursed under his breath. He didn't have any clothes that would fit him now, not to mention the fact that he just fucking came all over his damn floor! Leo creeped out from his bathroom and gently walked over to the door, trying to mask his overly heavy footfalls.

"Um, are you here about the noise?"

A gruff, familiar voice responded, "No pup, I'm here about that smell, did you start without me?"

Leo knew who it was, not his neighbour, but the lion bastard who'd started all this. Leo pulled open the door and peered out. The lion gave him a toothy grin. Even post transformation, the other lion was still a head higher and even thicker than he was. Leo couldn't protest as he pushed through the open door and powered into his home.

The other lion looked at the carnage, the claw marks, the smashed table, and of course the lake of cum that had been left over. "You got it pretty bad huh?"

"And whose fault is that?"

"Looks like you had fun to me," the lion knelt down and rubbed some of the semen between his fingers, "Fuckin' A, you might have a bigger pair of bollocks than me." Leo winced as he sucked the cum clean off of his finger like it was melted cheese. He coughed and patted his chest. "Jesus Christ that's some good stuff. I could bottle and sell it."

"Why the fuck are you in my apartment?" Leo was growing impatient with this man, "And what's your name?"

He held his arms out wide, "Call me Daddy."

"No."

"Come on."

"I'm not calling you Daddy, you're on some hard shit if you think I'm calling you that."

He rolled his eyes and relented, "Fine, the name's Oliver. Oliver Dunt." Oliver invited himself to the sofa and patted the seat next to him. Leo ignored the offer. "I said I'd be watching, didn't I?"

"I thought you just fed people your cum for fun," Leo snarled.

"I'm not going to leave you high and dry. Lions stick together."

"What do you want?"

"I want you."

"You want me?" Leo shook his head, "Why would I help you with whatever bullshit you do? This blackmail stuff isn't funny."

"I'm not the one doing the blackmailing."

"And what's that mean?"

"Walk a mile in our shoes and you'll see. Either way you'll end up helping us in the end. It's inevitable."

"And who is us exactly?"

"We don't have a name, we're just a group of concerned citizens. A civil rights movement for a new millennium. Some civil disobedience, rattling some sabres, you know."

"Feeding people cum."

"That too. The point is, we're not a cult trying to make people into demi-humans, but we're not people looking for a cure either. Did you know that technically we don't have any rights? Somebody could stab one of us on the street and get away with it."

"I'm not one of you."

"Oh yes - you are son, you're a full-blooded lion like me. Although I have to say, it's kind of enjoyable isn't it? I mean, we're not eager to let people know that. Could cause all kinds of trouble. What's to cure? This virus is spontaneous, it started for reasons we can't fathom, and it isn't hurting anyone."

"I know it isn't hurting anyone, you're preaching to the wrong guy."

"So why'd you work at that lab?"

"Because if I could get my hands on an inert sample, it'd be a Nobel prize level discovery. Re-create the structure of the virus without the effects - medical science could jump ahead by a hundred years."

"Lab full of fanatics."

"I'm not. And they never did wrong by me."

"They will, no demi-humans allowed." Leo was struck silent. Oliver had a point. He'd certainly lose his job if they found out. He stood and paced to the kitchen, Oliver pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and scribbled down a phone number.

"We need a biologist. Somebody talented. I don't know if you're interested but... here." He placed the number on the dining table.

"What for?"

"Civil disobedience."

Leo was starting to worry. The sample he stole yesterday and now he was trying to scout him, "What are you trying to do?"

Oliver began walking to the exit, "If we don't have rights, we're going to take them for ourselves. We'll put the fear of god into 'em. And when it's their arses on the line they'll always work to protect themselves. So when you figure out how fucked everything is, give me a call."

Leo watched as the tall lion's tail whipped around the corner and out of the building. He sighed, he really ought to report this to the police. But for some reason what Oliver said echoed through his head. Maybe he'd hold off on calling it in. He shivered as a draft blew through the open door, he was stood there naked; anybody could walk past and see his huge lion dick if they wanted.

He needed some clothes.