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Biohazard: San Marcos Chapter Zero: Infection

Lying in bed, the leopard in it cracks his eyes as he hears his phone ringing from his discarded pants on the floor. Shit, the feline thinks to himself, growling quietly as he shifts along the bed to turn himself towards the foot of it, reaching one lean, muscled arm towards the pants on the ground to grab the cellphone from the pocket. "What?" he growls into the phone. "Mr. O'Brian, your courier has not arrived yet," the curt voice informs him through the speaker. "I'll deal with it," he mutters. "See that you d--" Robert O'Brian hangs up the phone, rolling onto his back as he rests the phone upon his chest, bridging his pectoral muscles. Looking up into the mirror on the ceiling, he slowly wakes up to the image of his 5'9", athletic frame. He runs his fingers down his defined abs, curling his fingers around his morning wood, giving a firm stroke from the base of his shaft all the way to the tip of that fairly thick, eight inch length. He'd really have to teach that tiger a lesson.

His eyes shift slightly to the right in the mirror. That black panther was still in his bed from the night before. The larger, more muscular feline was sleeping with his left arm above his head, showing off the size and definition of that incredible black-furred bicep. Robert wets his lips as he views the other male, the blanket partially obscuring his view of those heavy, defined slabs of muscle on the panther's chest and the flared lat that gave a sharp angle to the other's torso. A grunt left the leopard's mouth as his dick throbbed at the sight, slowly grabbing the phone off his chest as he starts dialing with one hand, and pulling back the covers with the other. The black panther has a similarly-colored cock, the thick tube limp against his solid, cut abdominal muscles, still slightly sticky from the lube used the night before. As the phone rang, Robert went to grab two squirts out of a 16-ounce bottle of lube on his nightstand, working it around his fingers before he grabs the panther's cock and starts slicking it up with the clear, slippery fluid.

The panther grunts pleasantly, his cock responding by thickening and hardening in Robert's hand, growing steadily with each throb to its full size of ten inches. Despite the attention, the larger male's eyes remain closed, his hips moving involuntarily to thrust against the leopard's hand eagerly. The ringing finally ceased on the phone, a voice on the other end stating in exasperation, "I know, I know. I'm late." Robert swiftly moves to straddle the panther's waist, guiding the black cock up into his pucker with the ease of an all-too practiced motion. "Oh, don't worry about that, David. I'm not calling about business," the leopard moans into the phone as he drops slowly and steadily until the panther's cock is hilted inside him again, grinding down onto the bodybuilder's pelvic bone. "I just wanted to let you know I'm sitting here, thinking about you." The person on the other end of the phone is quiet for a moment, the leopard holding one finger to his lips as his eyes meet with the opening panther's. "Are you doing what I think you are?" David says, sounding like his interest is piqued.

"That depends," Robert groans, slowly starting to move back up on the cock in his ass before over half of it is exposed to air, then settling back down on it firmly once more. "What do you think I'm doing?" His white teeth expose to the bodybuilder under him in a grin, slowly leaning forward to grab other's black-furred wrist and place the panther's hand on his cock. The invitation is accepted wholeheartedly, starting to stroke the leopard's cock as the panther grips the leopard's hip with his free hand. "Being a whore, no doubt," David finally complains. Those words only make Robert grin wider, knowing full well that the tiger is erect despite himself now. "You should see this guy, too." "I probably have, considering you use our customer base like your harem," comes the retort through the phone. The leopard bends forward to trap the panther's hand between both men's abdominal muscles, starting to fuck the panther's tight grip as he slides forward, fucking himself with that large black cock as he slides back. "Guilty as charged. It's the black panther. You know the one?" The panther raises a brow, growling pleasurably, "You know, I have a name." "And I'm sure you'd love to tell it to me on your way out," Robert states authoritatively. "Or, you can keep it to yourself and keep going until you fill my ass with your load. What's it going to be?" That pissed off the panther a bit. He snorts gently, removing his grip from the leopard's cock to grip both sides of the leopard's hips, rolling the two so that the leopard's back is pressed to the bed hard under the panther's solidly built body. He starts to get more aggressive with Robert's ass, his glutes tightening each time he drives his cock fully under the leopard's tail.

The leopard exhales sharply with each forceful thrust and slap of the panther's balls off his own toned ass, lustily growling into the phone, "Shit, David. He's fucking me even harder now. If only you were here, he and I could take turns fucking you. We could make out over his cock and fight over his load." Robert's words are affecting all three of the people listening to the conversation now, the panther working his hips like a piston, the leopard's dick throbbing untouched and leaking pre in the air, and the tiger struggling not to whimper in arousal into the phone. "At least, we could be if you weren't always fucking late, you pathologically tardy bitch!" the clear boss of the two finally snarls into the phone, his eyes narrowed in annoyance as he suddenly wraps his legs around the panther's hips to hold that black cock in place in his ass. "Get your ass to Almae Biologistics, and get that package back here, now!" Robert roars, before hanging up the phone and throwing it to the nightstand. The panther stares at Robert. "I don't know why he puts up with the way you treat him," the larger man mutters. "The same reason you and everyone else does. I keep everyone swimming in testosterone-rich muscle sex. We supply the testosterone, you all supply the muscles and the sex." Robert finally relaxes his legs around the panther's hips, starting to slowly roll his ass back against the cock embedded within him once more. "If you don't like my attitude, you could always try fucking it out of me," the leopard teases, before tightening his passage along that big black dick. The panther just can't help but comply despite himself, grunting in pleasure as his ramped-up hormones dictate he hate-fucks the smaller male's ass with his huge cock.

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David finally arrives at Almae Biologistics, trying to discreetly adjust himself when he feels no one is looking. While his erection over the situation Robert called him about faded an hour or so ago, the lingering thoughts about it were making him all too aware of every motion of his dick in his pants. So, the 5'11" tiger grips the front of his pants and jostles it carefully, shifting his dick into a more comfortable position. He stares up at the building, one of the few high rises in San Marcos. Originally, it had been the only one, but since Erick Almae set his base of operations here a few years ago, the place had started to become more active with people and businesses alike. A bear holds the door open for him as he walks in. "Thanks," he says, smiling to the bear. The bear nods, smiles in return, then moves on in after him. David makes his way to the front desk, being operated by a kangaroo security guard. "Hello. I'm here to pick up a package? I was told to pick it up by Robert O'Brian," the tiger informs the guard. The kangaroo raises a brow, staring at the tiger. Nothing about the tiger said 'professional'. The lean guy was dressed in scuffed blue jeans and a tight grey tank top that showed off his lean runner's build. The tiger's left ear was pierced from tip to base along both rims with metal studs, making the kid look like a bit of a punk. Definitely going to have to make sure this is the guy first, the roo decides, grumbling, "Wait over there, please," indicating the seating area. The tiger nods, then moves to sit, plopping into a seat. He pulls out his phone and starts texting his roommate, Paul, to let him know he'll be at the gym in a few hours.

"I think that's him," he hears a whisper, ear twitching as he looks over to the source of the voice. There's a tall, muscled white tiger in a security uniform staring at him, along with a chubby cheetah in a lab coat. Both of them were over 6' tall, and probably about the same weight, though the tiger's was definitely all muscle. David becomes painfully aware of his focusing on the other tiger, Robert's teasing still fresh on his mind. Embarrassed and now erect again, David focuses his attention back on his cellphone. The white tiger starts to step toward David, when suddenly the kangaroo calls out, "Hey, new guy. Stop staring at twinks and get back to work!" Chris halts mid-step, ears folding as he glares at the roo. The marsupial glares right back, making a jerking off motion with one hand at Chris before he finally spots a bookish mouse come out of the elevator wearing a lab coat. Looking irritated at the interruption, the mouse speeds over to the security desk, the roo and he having a hushed conversation. When the kangaroo points towards David, the mouse stares him over and nods his head. "Give it here," the mouse finally demands, taking a brown-paper-wrapped package from the kangaroo.

"You are the courier?" David slips his phone back into his pocket, standing up to nod at the mouse. "This is the designer stuff we told Robert about," the scientist tells David. "Make sure he's the one who gets all this. It's important to the trial." "No problem. I'll make sure. Is Robert supposed to price this at a certain level to make sure you make a certain amount back?" The scientist chuckles a bit at the mention of money. "Don't worry about that. Just make sure he gets this, alright?" The scientist then goes off to talk to the cheetah, who was standing closer to David than the tiger remembered. "Gregory, have you seen Adam today?" the scientist asks the cheetah. "No, I haven't. Can you excuse me please?" David hears the cheetah reply, before walking out the front door with the package in tow.

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David reaches his apartment building after a lengthy bus ride and walk from the stop. As he gets up to the third floor, he considers stopping in to check and see if Paul was home, but decides against it just in case Robert was still angry and getting angrier by the second. The tiger climbs two more floors, crossing the hallway the rest of the distance to knock on Robert's door. As the locks audibly are unlocked, the leopard opens the door, completely naked and dripping wet with what the tiger hopes is water. "Oh, look who decided to show up," Robert growls. "You just missed your panther friend." Digging through his backpack, David replies, "I think you've officially been more friendly with him than I have at this point." The package is finally produced and handed over to Robert, the leopard finally grinning wide and seeming to relax. "Here we go. Come to papa," he murmurs, snagging the package from David and walking in towards the kitchen table. Setting it carefully upon it, he opens it quickly, pulling out quite a number of vials, five thousand in cash, a small device David couldn't identify, and a letter. "So, cash in the box, I'm assuming this is a test batch," David says, settling down at the kitchen table to watch his supplier go over the instructions. There is no reply as the leopard reviews the instructions, leaving David to examine the vials a bit. Their contents were weird, if not a bit beautiful. In the clear fluid, it looked like someone had added one drop of ink to the solution, yet the ink never blended with the fluid around it. Instead, it just glides and clouds through the water as the liquid is jostled, displacing the fluid around it rather than absorbing it. "Never seen anything like this before," the tiger murmurs, almost mesmerized by the sight.

The vial is then snatched out of the tiger's fingers, the leopard adding it to the rest of the batch as he counts them each to ensure... "46, 48, 50. Alright," Robert grunts. "So, here's the deal, no charge on distribution, we're getting paid for helping Almae skirt the FDA on this. It's pharma-grade designer stuff, so I don't think we'll have to worry about any of this being bunk." David nods his head a bit, but still seems to be focusing on the vials and that weird black stuff inside. It isn't too long before Robert growls at the tiger, "It's just a fucking streak, dude. Probably some sort of branding or 'calling card' so people know to ask for it later." "Fine, fine. You got the supplies?" the tiger replies, standing up from his seat. "Bathroom," the leopard says, before he goes back to eyeballing over the letter. David moves to the bathroom and opens the cabinet under the sink, pulling out the box of syringes, clean needles, and rubber bands. Returning to the table, both men start snagging up vials, rubber banding them to a package of a syringe and needle. They work dutifully until all 50 are paired, placing them into David's backpack. "There. Now then," Robert says, sliding up behind David to squeeze him from around the waist. The leopard's cock could be felt distinctly throbbing between the tiger's thighs, the smaller male slowly teasing his cock higher between David's pants-covered legs. "How about I make it up to you for being so mean earlier? You know I hate it when I have to yell at you," comes the purr from behind David, the tiger's cock hardening underneath the denim covering it. But yet he still resists, grunting out, "Can't, man. I'm going to be meeting Paul at the gym soon." It almost feels as though Robert isn't going to relent, but then he finally lets the tiger go, grunting a bit in annoyance. "You haven't let me plow that twinkish ass of your's since you decided to start rooming with him." A roll of his eyes and David slings his backpack over his shoulder. "We're just friends. It's nothing like that," he mutters, before starting over towards the door. "Yeah, well, I say that giraffe is a bad influence. He's making you act 'committed' and 'moral'," the leopard practically gags on the words. "What would happen to me if you leave me to be a muscle slut on my own?" The tiger grins at that question. "Later, man," he says, before heading out the door, closing it behind himself.

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Gregory is pacing the floor beside the employee restroom, waiting for the white tiger to change out of his work attire. "Come on, we have to hurry. That kid could be passing out those vials already," the cheetah says anxiously, ears folded back in concern. Chris steps out of the bathroom, dressed in a form-fitting polo shirt and some fairly fitting slacks. "You know where he's going?" "He mentioned a gym in his text message," the cheetah recalls, having passed behind the tiger while his phone was out. "But there's no telling which one." "Guess we'll just check them all, then," Chris muttered. "Let's go." The white tiger starts moving down the hall, tail whipping behind him in his amped-up state. As he starts to pass through the lobby, he hears someone clear his throat, then say, "You two are aware that the work day is not yet finished?" Chris halts and turns to find the CEO's personal assistant blocking Gregory's way, standing between the two. "Fire us, then," Chris growls at the smaller armadillo, grabbing Gregory by the shoulder and escorting him past the lean, 5'6" man. The armadillo watches the two leave, before he starts writing something on his tablet and pressing send. "Oh, be assured, gentlemen. The response for your behavior will be quite punitive," he murmurs, smiling after and heading to the elevator to go up to the executive floor.

Upon reaching the top floor, the armadillo regards the kangaroo from security, slouched and scowling in his chair. Upon seeing Warren, the armadillo, he grimaces. "Hey, how much longer do I have to wait for this evaluation or whatever?" the kangaroo gripes, fidgeting in his seat. The armadillo checks the time on his tablet and then states, "It will be a bit longer. Mr. Almae is evaluating all security staff today to make sure they're adequately equipped to cope with the attention new projects might level at the company." He looks down his nose at the roo a bit, before asking curtly, "You have no problem with ensuring you remain employed here, yes?" The roo shrinks back in his seat a bit at the threat, raising his hands. "No, sir. I apologize. I've just been sitting here for a while now. Please, I meant no offense." The armadillo pauses a moment. "Very well. As a courtesy, I'll double check Mr. Almae's current availability." He turns towards the door and opens it, closing it behind him. A small hall connects the reception area to the CEO's office, the door leading further in unusually thick. Tapping in a code combination on his tablet, the huge door slowly slides open. "My Lord?" he calls out softly into the office, looking inside for Mr. Almae. Black marbled tile covers the floor and the bottom half of the inner walls, tinted floor to ceiling window panes along the outer ones. Steps lead up to a huge black stone desk, and a proportionally sized leather chair, clearly not designed for someone of a small frame. The armadillo focuses his eyes on the desk, spotting the previous interview draped over it. The interviewee is trembling on the desk, the jackal's ass still hanging in the air with white and black fluid leaking both from his pucker and his own cock. The jackal huffs quietly each time his body twitches, taking up more space on the desk as muscle and height add onto his body, his swelling cock spilling out more tainted fluid to the floor below. The armadillo smirks and turns his attention towards the huge double doors that led to the CEO's personal chambers. He knocks twice upon the door, finally hearing a deep, smooth bass voice utter, "Yes?" "My Lord, the next interview is beginning to feel rather pent up sitting in the hallway. Shall you be 'entertaining' him soon?" the armadillo asks. "Our previous one needs just a few more minutes. We'll be with him, shortly," the commanding, silky voice replies, the voice raising in volume to say, "And, when you are ready, our newest convert, join us in here." The jackal twitches and nods slowly to no one in particular, the armadillo saying, "I'll let the next one know it will be only a little while longer then." He eyes the jackal with no small bit of envy, before chuckling to himself and heading back out into reception to pass the message along.

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Gerard sits in his car outside of Retriever's Gym, his fingers gripping the steering wheel even though he was parked. The middle-aged hyena always felt so nervous going into the gym. Granted, no one had ever been openly hostile or anything, but he always felt paranoid that people were judging him for not being as big or muscular as they were. Retriever's Gym was notorious for having huge, cut bodybuilders, and while Gerard wanted to get big as well, he couldn't seem to pack on mass or lose his stubborn belly fat, and his 5'7" height wasn't earning him any favors, either. He had considered buying roids off that tiger he'd seen hanging around the gym, but he'd always heard that roids were both expensive and hazardous to your health, and his self-esteem was still present enough to make him discount it as an option. With a hearty sigh, the hyena grabs his gym bag and steps out of his car, slowly walking towards the front door.

Inside, the owner was talking to the aforementioned tiger. "You tell Robert he and I need to settle up. That little cockslut keeps leaving with my clientele before giving me my in-house percentage," the golden retriever grumbles under his breath to David, before offering a professional, polite smile to Gerard. "Have a good workout." Gerard nods and smiles at the owner. David watches Gerard move past them towards the locker rooms, Gerard hearing the tiger say, "He should be here, Raz. Unless he gets tied up on the way, anyway. You know how he loves distribution days." "What I know is his definition of tied up. You see him, you let me..." the owner, Raz, growls as their conversation fades out of Gerard's earshot. The hyena pushes open the locker room door, settling down onto a bench. He glanced back and forth, making sure no one was around, then slips off his shirt and pants, tossing them onto the bench. The door opens behind him, causing the hyena's ears to burn with embarrassment, watching a muscular otter that towered over him by a foot stroll in. The otter looks over Gerard briefly, before he ignores the other male altogether, moving to the emergency exit door in the back. He pushes it open, letting a leopard into the locker room.

"About fucking time," the leopard growls appreciatively, leaping up to wrap his arms around the otter's muscled shoulders and his legs around the otter's waist. "Had to make sure staff wasn't in here, like you said," the otter gruffs at Robert, growling in lust as he begins making out aggressively with the smaller male. Gerard watches in awe of the other two men and their lack of concern for what anyone else thought, his own 9" cock stiffening in his underwear as the two men made out in front of him. The leopard immediately notices, his eyes focused on Gerard's cock as he grinds his ass back onto otter's growing bulge. Robert leans in and loudly whispers so the otter can hear, "Let's go back to my place. A lot less fat old pervs there." The otter looks back at Gerard. The hyena averts his gaze, his ears burning hotter than they ever had in this gym prior, his jaw clenching as he quickly loses his erection. The otter and leopard both laugh before slipping out of the back, hearing the otter slap the athletic leopard's ass before the door shuts. The hyena sits in that deafening silence for a moment before he clenches his fist and growls a little bit. No more. Not one second more. Gerard throws on his gym clothes in a hurry, brow narrowed in determination as he steps out into the gym proper.

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David leans against one side of a squat rack as a 6'3" giraffe loads plates onto the bar associated with it. "You sure?" the tiger asks. "It's supposed to be really high quality, designer stuff." The giraffe snorts a bit, rubbing a hand through his own semi-long black hair to get it out of his face after bending over for the weights. "Nah. You know full well I don't do test batches. You just never know with that shit." Paul Torres leans in, grinning as he whispers into David's pierced ear, "Besides, does it look like the usual stuff isn't working for me?" The giraffe bends at the waist, flexing his arms and upper torso, giving a faux 'grr' face. The tiger couldn't help but stare, synthetic hormones and genetics having given his roommate an incredible body. Thick, solid pectorals capped dark brown nipples visible through the fur. Biceps that had just the right amount of veins popped up from the tight flesh over them, just shy of being basketball-sized. It was quite the sight, catching himself before he gets aroused, smacking the giraffe upon his chiseled abs. "Fucking tease," he chides. "You know this is why Brandon and Robert think you're fucking around with me on the side, right?" Paul rolls his eyes, about to reply when he sees the hyena bee-lining towards them. "Think you have a customer," he informs David, before he excuses himself from the interaction by stepping under the bar and resting it on his shoulders.

David turns to face Gerard, offering the hyena a smile. "Hey," the tiger offers, but he can tell Gerard is looking rather serious. "Need to talk business?" The hyena nods once in the affirmative, the tiger gesturing for Gerard to follow him. Once the two make their way to the hallway leading into the locker rooms, Gerard's mood and impatience makes him grunt out, "I want to start juicing." "I figured," the tiger replies. "I've not got the usual today. Just a test batch. It's pharmaceutical grade, though." The hyena says nothing so as not to make it painfully obvious he doesn't know what David is talking about, simply looking dour. David smiles at Gerard, tilting his head to one side. "So, you want it? Like I said, it's a test batch, so there's no charge. Just gotta tell me how it works for you so I can report back." The hyena was so tempted to say no, just let the slight in the locker room go. But those leopard's words just kept ringing in his ears: 'fat old perv'. "Yeah. I'll take it." David unzips his backpack and claims a vial that had been rubber-banded to a clean syringe. He grabs the back of Gerard's hand with his free hand while palming the drugs to him with a firm sandwich-style handshake with the other. "Alright, it's been good talking to you. Let me know how things work out, man." Then the tiger zips up his bag and walks back to where Paul had moved to next.

Paul is texting on his phone briefly, before he finally finishes up and grins at David. "You almost done? Brandon wants to come over and spend the night." It was all David could do to prevent himself from rolling his eyes. "I don't know why you keep letting him. He's the one who broke it off with you." "Because he thinks you and I are fucking! Besides, he'll come around when he realizes you and I are just buds," Paul protests. David doesn't look like he's buying it. "Well, whatever. I have to make a few house visits myself before I can head back home." "You want some company? Brandon's not going to be coming by until later, anyway." Paul flexes his bicep at David. "Besides, you could use the muscle in case someone tries to stiff you, anyway," he says to the tiger. "Hey, I wouldn't mind it if some of my customers 'stiffed' me, thank you very much," David says, jabbing Paul on the chest with a grin. "Fucking tease," Paul mimics in his best David impersonation, chuckling as he rests his arm over the smaller male's shoulder, escorting him out of the gym and to the first on David's drop-off list.

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Gerard sits silently in a bathroom stall, staring intently at the vial in one of his hands. He raises it up to look at it, the clear fluid with black streaks through it all that was on his mind. Part of him was still apprehensive about this. He keeps weighing the pros and cons over and over in his head. On the one hand, he really wanted the kind of build roids could provide him with. On the other, he couldn't shake the feeling that something might go wrong. 'Fat old perv,' the leopard in his mind reiterated. He growls softly, then tears open the packaging for the syringe with his teeth, fishing out the needle and syringe to put the two together. He presses the plunger to the bottom of the syringe, then jabs the needle into the bottle. As he draws back the plunger to fill the syringe with the fluid, he watches the black streaks slowly snake their way through the clear fluid, like someone breaking a pen in water to taint it with ink, yet the ink never fully blots out the water. Definitely weird, he thought to himself. He had no idea if he was filling it with the right amount or not. He completely fills the syringe just to be on the safe side, then stands up from the toilet he had been sitting on. Every movie or television show he'd seen had people jabbing themselves in the ass when taking roids, and so he figured that would be the safest place to do it. He carefully makes sure that no air is in the syringe by pressing the plunger until a faint trickle of liquid comes out. Here goes nothing, he thinks to himself, exhaling slowly as he jabs the needle into his ass. The burning sensation was not something he was expecting, eyes watering a bit as he presses the stopper down as quickly as he can, the liquid leaving the syringe to disappear under his flesh. When he feels the stopper go no further, he pulls out the needle and pants quietly, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. He stands still for a moment, waiting to see if he felt different somehow. Is it supposed to be instant? he wonders. But, he felt completely normal. Perhaps it wasn't enough? Maybe it was a bad batch after all? His mind keeps racing with thoughts about it, before he finally grumbles and just collects the vial and syringe to toss them into his gym bag. He claims one of the lockers for his gym bag, tosses it inside, and just decides it's time to focus on working out instead of get-buff-quick possibilities.

As Gerard passes the front desk, he sees a white tiger and cheetah standing at there, talking to the owner. The golden retriever looks from the cheetah to the white tiger, sizing him up for a second, before he looks back to the cheetah and says, "I haven't seen any tiger in here today matching that description." The cheetah looks like he's about to protest, but then he sees Gerard watching them. "Hey," he calls over to the hyena, "Have you seen--" Raz steps over to block the cheetah from looking at Gerard, brows narrowed as he leans forward to rest his muscled frame on the desk before him with his palms. "I've answered your question, and I won't have you harassing my clientele. Now you gentlemen can leave, before I call the police about trespassing charges." Chris growls quietly at the retriever's words, before placing his hand on Gregory's shoulder to guide him back towards the exit. "Thanks for your help," the white tiger says gruffly, Gregory slumping his shoulders in defeat as the two exit. "Some people, huh?" Gerard says, grinning at the owner. "No kidding," the retriever laughs nervously, before he steps back into his office to make a phone call about the visit.

Gerard continues making his way over to the treadmill, always having preferred to start off a workout with some cardio. Secretly, he had always hoped that 30 minutes of cardio every day would help with this stubborn belly fat, but history wasn't showing that to be the case. Regardless, it had become almost like a way to put him in the workout mood, like a pre-lifting ritual at this point. He taps in his usual information, starting up the treadmill. As he jogs along, he sees a familiar face, the reason he came in at this time every day. A gymnast built wolf walks along past the front desk, gym bag slung over his shoulder to have his bicep look just perfectly sculpted. Every day, always the same, the hyena unable to rip his gaze away. When the wolf disappears into the locker room, he shakes his head, huffing quietly as he focuses back in on his treadmill jog.

Some minutes later, the wolf comes back out of the locker room, dressed only in a pair of orange track shorts. Every day, always the same, the hyena thought to himself as he watched the wolf stretch and move over to the bench press, the hyena slowly building up his speed on the treadmill as he stared at the wolf's reflection in the mirror in front of him. Gerard finally hears the beep of 30 minutes past, looking down at the panel as the treadmill slowly winds down. Whoa, he thought to himself, never ran that distance in this time before. The achievement fills Gerard with a sense of pride, wondering if it had something to do with the shot, or if he was just so focused on the wolf he pushed himself further than he thought he could have gone, but actually could. Either way, he'd take it. Gerard hops off the treadmill, exhaling softly as he moves to use an ab machine. The machine had a perfect view of the wolf as he moved through his routine. Every day, always the same. The hyena sets the weight to 90 pounds and begins to curl his chest towards his knees. Every time he relaxes back to finish a rep, he watches the wolf grunt quietly as he forces his arms up, the wolf's pecs squeezing together and his triceps flaring into that classic horseshoe shape as the weighted barbell is extended over his chest. Gerard begins panting quietly at the sight and probably from his own exertions, starting to perform his crunches with his head tilted in such a way to keep his eyes focused on the wolf. It only took a few reps before he becomes aware that he was crushing an erection between his stomach and thighs, the pressure making him grunt and wet the front of his shorts with precum. He sits upright slowly, returning the weights to their starting position, staring down at the tent of his cock. It feels so different, like he could feel the fabric of his gym shorts even more acutely than usual. His hand drifts down slowly, about to squeeze it until he hears someone hiss under their breath, "Hey!"

He jerks out of his stupor, eyes shooting to the source of the voice. Raz is standing over the hyena with a brow raised. "Not on the machines, man. Save it for the showers," the golden retriever mutters, keeping his voice down so as to keep other people from hearing him chastise Gerard. "Y-Yeah. Sorry about that, man," Gerard breathes out, wetting his lips as he stands up from the machine. The retriever blinks, looking at the hyena as he stands there, looking as though he's trying to remember something. "Yeah...First time's a warning," he murmurs, lost in thought before he heads back to the front desk. Gerard licks his lips again, watching the retriever leave. Something about the dog's ass just made his dick hard as diamonds, the rigid length throbbing again as he stares so intently at those tight glutes. Man, what the hell is up with my libido today? he wondered. His mouth felt dry as hell and his body hot, moving over to the water fountain, bending at the waist to drink rapidly from it. Gerard just keeps gulping down water, paying little attention to anything else but quenching his seemingly unquenchable thirst, his nose exhaling and inhaling sharply as he does. "Uh, hey, you mind if I get a drink?" the wolf asks from his side. Gerard stands up slowly, his eyes taking in every detail of the wolf's muscled body as he does. He felt like he was on the same level as the wolf today, standing straight and staring into his eyes. The wolf actually blushes as their eyes meet, eyes casting down to take in the hyena just as Gerard did to him.

The blush has a strong reaction on the hyena, filling him with even more confidence and arousal. The wolf's blue eyes linger on the throbbing erection in the hyena's shorts, swallowing before he says, "Really thirsty, aren't you?" Gerard looks down to where the wolf is, the thick erection pulsing for both sets of eyes now. "Parched," he growls quietly, almost seductively, before he looks back up towards the wolf and steps aside for the lupine to get a drink, but still close enough to let his presence be known. "Be my guest." The wolf swallows once again, his tail wagging behind him as he leans over to take some water in from the fountain. Gerard stares at those perfect glutes, each wag of the tail from one side to the other making them tense and show off those dimpled sides, even through those short shorts. Gerard moves one hand in, panting a bit more audibly now as he gets closer to touching the wolf's ass, the object of his desire. He'd put the time in for months now, watching this wolf, admiring him from afar. This was owed to him. He had every right. But then he halts. What the fuck am I doing? he thinks to himself, eyes widening. I've never once thought like that my whole life. Without another word, he moves away from the wolf and briskly towards the locker room. "Uh...?" he hears the wolf say behind him, the other male sounding confused and somewhat disappointed.

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Gerard bursts into the locker room, panting wildly once again. He was having a hard time hearing anything over his own heartbeat, pounding loudly in his ears with every throb of his incessant erection. He didn't know what was happening to him, suspecting it might be side effects of the steroid. Why did he inject it? Something like this would happen, it always does to him. Eternally unlucky, he thinks to himself, mind racing with other thoughts that he can't seem to catch up with and focus on. Gerard clutches his head, growling at the constant thump of his heartbeat. If only he could relieve the pressure of his erection, he thought to himself, reaching down to start stroking at his cock through his shorts. His panting echoes throughout the locker room, louder now that he's working over his cock. Thirsty, he thinks to himself, moving into the bathroom to get a drink out of the faucet. But when he sees himself in the mirror, he halts, eyes wide as he looks at his body. He had a killer body. How could he have missed that until now? The hyena raises the hand that isn't stroking his cock over his head, watching his bicep tighten into a solid ball of muscle, and swell even further still underneath his fur. It wasn't gaining much definition, but the power...Christ, the power. He can feel the strength just thrumming through his bicep as he flexes it, lowering the hand to stroke along his torso and feel his pectorals, swelling with size and solidifying into respectable slabs of muscle. His cock is leaking pre like an opened faucet now, his eyes closing as he starts to give in to the sensations, feeling the temperature rising higher in his body. "So fucking hot," he pants to himself, his own voice sounding so alluring and seductive to him now. He finally tenses every inch of his body, firing off a load of his sticky white cum into the sink in front of him. Each throb of his cock expands the size of his cock, but does not recede, every pulse of blood into his shaft growing the length and girth steadily. He's absolutely enraptured with the sight, stroking faster and harder on the wrist thick member, before letting it go to smack against his chest and just barely miss the bottom of his muzzle. Gerard stares into the mirror, looking at his body as the growth begins to steady, then slow, his breathing still coming out as rough panting. Leaning in, he looks at his eyes, seeing little flecks of yellow mixed in with his usual brown hues. "The fuck...?" he wonders. He snorts quietly and then shrugs his head. As far as side effects went, it was worth it for this kind of body.

The hyena steps out of the bathroom, tugging slightly on his still erect cock as he went. He starts to turn the combination into his lock, hitting the first numb-- "UGH!" he suddenly snarls, his body heating up and his muscles trembling wildly. The heat under his skin suddenly felt like a furnace, the hyena's eyes watering at the pain as it ripped through his body. Cool off, gotta cool off, he thinks to himself in a panic. The hyena rushes into the hall of showers, grabbing one of the stalls and throwing himself into it. His panting is uncontrollable now, drool dripping from between his teeth to land on his wildly throbbing and growing cock as he struggles to spin the knob for the cool water amid his tremors. The cold water hits his fur and flesh, sizzling and steaming off him as though he were a pan just taken off the stove, doing nothing to help him cool down. The hyena whimpers out in pain, sagging back against the tile as his knees give out to the sensations overworking his senses, his muscles continuing to compound on size that he'd never even dreamed of having on his body. "Oh god, oh god," he cries, staring at his cock. He could only watch as the veins along his impressive dick start turning black, the sight uncomfortably arousing to him. Gerard grips his cock with both hands, stroking it feverishly as the black keeps creeping its way up his shaft, until it finally reaches the tip and black fluid drools out with his clear pre. His eyes close upon the tears flowing freely from them and his body goes rigid, snarling viciously as he starts firing off heavy blasts of cum into the shower stall, painting the off-color tile in his white-with-black-streaks cum, passing out as his load slowly slides down the tile with help from the still running water, swirling around the drain and disappearing into it.

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Back at the Almae Biologistics building, Warren checks his tablet, tapping away a message from the CEO's office. "The CEO will see to you now," he says, standing up from his chair. "Finally," he hears the kangaroo mutter under his breath. The armadillo doesn't acknowledge the disrespect to his Lord, though, tapping buttons upon the tablet to open the door. "Have a seat at his desk. The Master will be with you shortly," Warren says, before tapping a button on his tablet to shut the door behind him as he heads back to reception. The roo, left alone, looks around the huge office, suddenly wishing he hadn't been in such a hurry to come in. This was his first time in the CEO's office, and the size of it left him feeling intimidated. He slowly moves to the chair set before the CEO's desk, sitting himself down as he looks around.

Erick Almae opens the door to his private chambers quietly, looking in at the kangaroo from behind. The impatient one, he thinks to himself. The lion steps into the office with a quiet, steady pace, slowly creeping up on his prey. As he gets close enough, his shadow casts over the kangaroo. The lion grins, waiting for it. "Mr. Almae, thank you for seeing me! My name is..." the kangaroo says perhaps a bit too enthusiastically before turning his chair, and then staring, dumbfounded, "E-Ethan...Jesus..." Ethan slowly tilted his head back, before he finally stood up from the chair and tried to back up from the lion. "Jesus?" the lion asked, one brow raised quizzically. "Not quite." Standing before the roo, the lion was massive. Every detail of the nine foot plus lion only increased the roo's awe and fear. From biceps that were as thick as the marsupial was tall, to deltoids that were as solid and chiseled as the desk the roo was slowly trying to scrabble over to get behind. The chest looked like two plateaus of unbridled strength that prevented the lion from looking down too far, the tight abs looking like brick structures stacked atop each other in two rows of four. The canyon between them lead straight to the lion's obscene erection, thick as a telephone pole and easily over two feet long. Black veins throb menacingly along the length, trailing down over the lion's three separate pairs of testicles, each sack resting atop one another. Each time his cock drools out infectious precum, one of the ballsacks tightens, indicating which one was providing the fluid.

"Wh-what the fuck is this?!" Ethan cries out, before the lion effortlessly reaches forward to grab the roo around the torso. His fingers were able to touch his palm around his employee's waist, the smaller male struggling and whimpering as he was so easily moved in front of the Atlas-like lion. "This is your evaluation. To see just how well you can fit our needs in the coming days," the lion explains calmly, the deep bass actually causing the roo to feel vibrations through the hand holding him. "Please don't kill me," Ethan whimpers. "Do not fear. You will be made better through your suffering." Erick drops the kangaroo onto his desk, the roo grunting in pain as the wind gets knocked out of him, landing hard on his stomach. Before he can try and scamper away from the colossal man behind him, he feels the lion press one finger firmly to his back, holding him in place like he were a piece of paper rather than a full grown man. The roo whimpers, trying to guard his pucker with his thick muscled tail. But Erick would only laugh at the sight, his claws slipping in to tear down the back of the roo's pants and expose the tight, well-defined ass, pulling the tail up to expose the pucker. The roo's eyes are wide, tears streaming down them as he cries out, "Please, don't! You'll tear me in half! I don't even do this sort of thing!" "Relax. We have no desire to kill you. And, if you will just be patient, soon you'll be amazed at what you can accomplish in our name," Erick murmurs, slowly pressing the tip of his cock forward to lodge as much of the tip into the smaller male's pucker as he can. The roo's eyes bug out, his teeth clenched as he could feel that weird precum blast up into him with the force of a spray hose, making his hole spasm from the sheer heat of it.

Erick holds the position for a moment, closing his eyes as he concentrates. Then, the middle ballsack sandwiched between the other two pairs contract sharply, growling in pleasure as he "injects" the B-Virus into Ethan's ass. "This will be quick," the lion purrs into Ethan's ear, the roo twitching already as his body begins to grow out in muscle and size. Ethan's cock gets hard despite himself, throbbing in the air off the edge of the desk and smacking against the front side of it. "The injection straight from your Alpha is far more potent than the laboratory concoction, after all," he says, slowly releasing Ethan from his grip. Ethan starts to move as he becomes aware of his freedom, but it's not to get away. The roo moans softly as the infection blazes through his body with an unnatural speed, making his transformation move swifter and with much less struggle than the one taking place in a gym across town, pressing back to insert more of his Alpha's cock into his increasing size and capacity. Both men shiver in pleasure when the cockhead pops fully into the transforming man, Erick making no effort to control the newly formed infected. Ethan does all the work himself, continuing to rock forward until just the tip is inside his gaping pucker, then impaling himself backwards as far as any additional growth allows. Each movement gets stronger as the marsupial does, needier as the swollen erection grows, black veins snaking firmly up the marsupial's dick until infected cum starts spilling in steady waves from the tip. Erick finally purrs out at the sight of it, pressing forward to start thrusting into his newest convert in time to match Ethan's own movements.

The Alpha continues to pump the roo full of viral cum, until he finally pulls out and showers a torrent of the white-with-black fluid all over the huge roo's upturned ass. He strolls around the desk and presses a button on the desk, Ethan left staring dazed out the window, his bright yellow eyes unblinking as he continues to grow and pack on bodybuilder quality muscle and definition. "Warren." A voice through the intercom replies, "Yes, my Lord?" "We have a new Beta. Send him down to processing as soon as he finishes his transformation. We need to get the perimeter established tonight," Erick instructs, staring out the window at the setting sun. "Yes, my Lord," the armadillo replies. The lion strokes slowly along the now massive roo's back, lats almost as wide as the lion's palm now. The Omegas he unleashed upon the city through that dealer would turn and start infecting other people, while the Betas would move into place and hold the strategic positions within the city to prevent escape and insurrection. Everything was finally starting to advance...

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Back in the gym, as the sun started to set, the wolf finally finished his workout and started back for the locker room, his mind still on the hyena. He'd always thought the guy was kind of cute, if not way too shy for his own good. But, based on that body, it was obvious the hyena wasn't slouching off in the gym just to try and perv on him. He was actually trying to improve himself, which the wolf really respected. Why the hyena suddenly got so embarrassed at the water fountain, he couldn't begin to fathom. The other male seemed so confident prior. The wolf pushes open the locker room door to start getting changed, stripping off his clothes as he steps inside. It was then that he heard it, the shower running and heavy panting, loud enough to echo through the locker room over the sound of the shower. Was the hyena still here? He hadn't seen him leave, but he thought he might have gone out the back. "That you, hyena?" he murmurs to himself, starting down the hallway towards the showers.

Gerard could hear nothing but his heartbeat pounding in his ears, staring wide-eyed at his dick, panting wildly as his thick, corded muscles craved much larger supplies of oxygen. He knew he was being splashed with water, but couldn't hear the shower, the cold water sizzling into vapor as it hit his blazing hot body. His cock throbs and he grunts, a blast of cum shot out to circle the drain and disappear down it. But his cock didn't ebb one bit, the wrist thick, 17" cock still ever eager for action. He hears someone call over the shower, loud enough to get past his incessant heartbeat reminding him of his need to fuck, but can't comprehend the words. The hyena turns his head to stare through the frosted glass, seeing a form standing on the other side of it. Fuck, his brain ordered on repeat in time with that heartbeat, his cock and muscles tensing up in anticipation. When the wolf opens the shower door, his eyes struggle to comprehend what he saw. The hulking beast of a hyena stands there, staring at him with yellow eyes. Globs of drool weren't even being attempted to be restrained to his mouth, flowing out in thick ribbons from his bared teeth to land on his cock and the shower floor. The monster's cock throbs threateningly, the black veins swelling, then receding each time his heart pounded out that unnaturally colored blood through it. The wolf pales and tries to close the door, but the hyena wouldn't have it.

As the door starts to close again, the hyena grabs the top of the door and forces it back, shattering it off its hinges. The frosted safety glass breaks as the door hits the floor, the safer chunks of glass showering onto the wolf as the hyena lunges out and slams the naked smaller male into the ground. He doesn't seem to be caring that both he and the wolf are digging into the glass covering the floor. The wolf's blood drips out of the wounds, meeting its deep red color against the hyena's pitch black, tar-like blood that hardens quickly, clotting his wounds quickly after they're created. The hyena watches the wolf's lips moving, whimpering out something, but he doesn't understand, nor can he hear it over that damned heartbeat vibrating through his ears and along his cock. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. He snarls loudly, then obeys, jamming his cock brutally up the wolf's asshole with only his pre, spit, and the newly added wolf's blood as lube. The scream can be heard above the heartbeat, but then the volume pitches down again as the hyena starts thrusting in and out of the wolf's ass with a feral abandon. Any wall of resistance is obliterated with a sharper thrust from the hyena's unrelenting hips, causing the wolf to gape noiselessly as his insides are decimated to make room for that massive intruder. The hyena finally stops baring his teeth at last as a blissful feeling soaks over him as he fucks, the altered physiology of his brain flooding him with endorphins as he obeys the urge to spread the O-Virus. That look of pleasure and relief only intensifies as he starts to fuck the prone man beneath him, the tidal wave of pleasure making him ignore all other sensations and noises around him. Gerard grips the wolf's hips tightly, pulling him into each furious thrust, with no care for the wolf's quickly deteriorating health. All that mattered was maintaining that sensation, cumming his infected load into his victim with a seemingly unending supply.

Minutes pass after the wolf has already died before Gerard slowly ceases overflowing the wolf's corpse with his seed, eyes opening to stare at the broken man and the pool of cum that puddled around his backside, forced out from both his fucking and the over-full capacity of the wolf's anus. He sighs contentedly, pulling out and resting back on his haunches as he regards his huge dick, no longer throbbing in need. But it didn't take long. It's only a mere 30 seconds before his cock pulses and the pounding, demanding heartbeat is drowning out his hearing once again. Fuck, it commands. Infect, it orders. He snarls in annoyance, but knows that he must obey. If he fucks, he gets more of that euphoria, already like a junkie craving the return of the huge amounts of endorphins that were leaving his system. There was no alternative left to him. Like an addict, he went in search of his next target and source of pleasure, panting wildly as he begins stalking down the hallway of showers into the locker room proper, leaving behind the wolf's corpse.

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A few hours later, just after the dead of midnight, the body begins to twitch, muscle starting to swell as the virus kick-starts his body. The wolf's bright yellow eyes open, limbs flopping involuntarily as his brain gets slowly reactivated, dick throbbing and twitching as it sprays a heavy gout of white-and-black cum across the floor. The wolf slowly starts to pant wildly as muscles bulge and balloon on him, adding an easy 70 pounds of muscle to his already built frame, his cock growing out with each spray of his newly infected cum. At the base of his shaft, his knot swells quickly in time with the rest of his length, the bulb never to deflate again. The wolf's death made it all too easier for the virus to stake its hold on the lupine, black veins pulsing in time with his now impressive spire of a dick, the knot a lethal proposition for any victims he might come across. The wolf rolls onto his hands and knees, then to his feet, sniffing the air swiftly as he looks around. There's no sign of anyone, growling as the need to fuck and that unyielding heartbeat take hold of his mind. He follows the way the hyena did, moving out to find momentary relief for this endless craving.