With no time left to lose you rush out of the stall and onto the streets. Mind racing as you try to figure out what to do. You're infected. You're turning. You have no idea how long you have until you're like everyone else. No idea how you can stop this before it goes too far. Is there even a way to stop this?
You groan as the city's festivities are displayed before you. Strong Irish blokes walking up and down the streets. Beers in hand as they drink and laugh. All strapping and strong. Well-muscled and ginger. Speaking in their thick accents and having a hell of a time. It's so... tempting. Just to give in to it and join in. You're already infected, so you could. You don't know of a cure anyway, so why bother fighting your fate. After all, James would look so good pounding your ass...
No, not yet! You shake your head and keep fighting these new instincts. Forcing your eyes away from these attractive men, and your nose away from the delicious beer they hold. Your legs starting to move as you run in whatever direction is before you. You have no clue how you're going to get out of this, but you won't find a way out staying here.
But it's so hard to run. Not only are you constantly assaulted by the sights and smells, but the streets are packed with men you have to avoid. Your constant erection doesn't make it any easier, as most people you pass let out a laugh or whistle. The bumping of your cock in your pants doing little to help as you're forced to suppress groans of pleasure from your dick rubbing against your underwear. Your mouth opened as your forced to gasp for air as you continue to run, exhaustion starting to take over from minutes of full sprint. But you can't slow down! You can't afford to!
Though you have no choice as you dart to avoid one man and impact into another. A broad and tall lad exiting a gym and turning to walk down the street. Dressed in singlet and shorts to show off his meaty body covered in sweat and hairs. Chin covered in stubble and face resting in a cocky grin. Perfectly in position to stop your sprint as your head impacts his chest. Nose firmly placed between his two solid pecs. Immediately wet from his sweat and taking in his rugged scent. Mind melting as you look up to the stud you've impacted, seeing his grin widen as he places one hand on your back and the other on your head. Bringing you closer to him as you embrace in a kiss. Lips locked as you're held tightly against him. Bringing your arm to his back, wetting it against his singlet as you hold on to the Irishman.
Your kept safe and secure between this man's muscles, your thin chest dwarfed by his massive pecs. Scrawny arm barely able to wrap around his mountain-like back. His own tree-trunk arms holding you tight, roaming down your backside and reaching your ass. Giving it a firm squeeze as he continues to make use of your mouth, and you continue to give in to this stud. His actions only helping your lust rise as your cock finds itself begging to be released from your pants. Straining against the fabric and greeted by this man's own eager member. His dick finding its way through his opened fly, pressing against your now pre-soaked shorts. Your eye managing a glance at this brute's cock. Seeing it's not only a good 9 inches long, but extremely thick. You can't imagine just how good it would feel for him to drill it into your ass over drinks...
That unusual feeling washes over you again. Once more, you're not sure what's happening, just that somethings changing. In the dark until your new friend lowers your pants for you and tears apart your underwear. Showing your now 9-inch dick which throbs against the open air. Surrounded by your new thick ginger pubes. The body hair around it starting to change to the same colour. The lower part of your chest sprouting proud ginger hairs, alongside the top of your legs which do the very same. The Irishmen you're pressing against now having freedom to properly feel and claim your ass as his. Your rear becoming firm and welcoming as his hand squeezes it once more, sneaking a finger inside to get a feel for how much you can take. Finding that by the second you're reforming more and more, opening widening to be the perfect size for his gargantuan cock.
Finally, the kiss is broken after he sinks a few more fingers in your rear. You letting out a moan and him a chuckle. The two of you sweat covered and lust filled, him smelling like a man returning from a hard day of physical work, and you absorbing all of that stink. It's too much for your fragile mind, but a part of you still screams to get away and not fall to this fate.
"Oi. Lets take this to the back room of the gym."
He says with a smirk, loosening his grip to better escort you back to the building. You taking a glance inside, knowing that once you go through those doors, you'll be forever one of them.