Feebly, you bring a hand to the man's chest and push away. The brutes smirk turning to a sudden frown as he lets go of your ass and frees you from his grip. You're surprised that he's just letting you go.
"Ah fook. Fine, bail on me."
He grunts while lowering to his knees. Grabbing your loose pants and pulling them up for you. Then giving a sudden pat on the back and smile.
"Well lad, names Kenny. Catch up sometime?"
Still confused at his sudden change of mood, you give a slow nod and reply. "Yeah, alright." Which seems to please the guy as he grins and continues on his walk. But something is off... you muttering to yourself again 'Yeah, alright." Your voice is quicker, tinged with a slight accent. Barely noticeably, but clearly there when you focus. How long do you have left?
You can't stay here just thinking about it though. You need to get a move on and keep looking for a cure. Waiting a few moments for your cock to die down, before walking the streets once more. Taking care not to bump into any of the Irishmen as you search for a way out of this mess. Eventually you glance down a dark alley and see a guy enter a side door. He's a few metres away, but you can examine him easy enough. An athletic looking guy, short black hair and beard. Leather jacket and jeans. Probably in his late 20s.
You're not sure if he's good news or bad news, but he's clearly not Irish. Taking the risk, you walk after him. Going to the side door and twisting the handle. Entering into a small hallway, the ground floor of some complex with stairs to the right leading further up. Lights dim and flickering, area dusty and in need of repair.
"What the fuck are you doing here!"
You look to the stairs and see the figure from before. Taken aback by the sudden conflict, you're not sure what to do but decide it's better to say something rather than stay shocked.
"I need help?"
"Help? Why would I help?"
"You noticed all the Irish around the city? People are becoming Irish-"
"No shit."
"Okay... well. I'm infected."
He squints, looking you over a few times with a slow nod. The hostilities suddenly dropped as he asks.
"Yeah, can see that. So, you're looking for a way out?"
"That's the plan."
"Same then."
He lifts the bottom of his shirt, showing a thick ginger treasure trail leading down.
"Names Mark. My boss runs this building, so I was going to check in."
"Boss?"
"Yeah, crime boss. If there's any way out it'd be with him."
Hearing that you're going to be seeing a crime boss isn't too reassuring. But you don't have much of a choice. Better chance it with these guys than risk it outside. You start to climb the stairs with your new buddy Mark. Him bringing up a sudden conversation as you ascend the first flight.
"So, how'd you get infected?"
"I was hiding and got caught. They forced me to drink some beer."
"Yeah? Shits fucked. I was hanging out with my co-worker when he suddenly started to jack off. Used to this thing with my mates so I thought I'd give him a hand. Helped him jerk off, until I saw him starting to get fit and lean. Was stunned at the sight as he turned ginger and Irish. Barely managed to take my hand away and run off before he shot his load all across our worksite. Noticed I was starting to change a few minutes after that."
"When was this?"
"Bout ten minutes ago. It's spreading still."
You think you've been infected for about the same time, though yours has progressed more than his. Probably because of Kenny, that gymhead of a bloke that you do need to take up for drinks sometime. No wait, you don't want to do that. You need to avoid that. Looking for a way to distract yourself from this line of thinking and finding it as you arrive at the fourth floor. Seeing that it is a mostly cleared square lobby leading off to a door straight ahead, which the two of you enter.
The lights are off as the two of you stumble inside and search for the switch, hearing a strange repetitive sound as you do so. Mark managing to flip the switch as you hear a loud slam then lock. The door behind you suddenly shut, and a sweet smell reaching your noses. Rich and virile, pungent and invasive. Both of you alert and searching for the source, seeing the room in a state of complete mess. Papers and chairs thrown about the place, desk at the far back empty. Though a figure slowly gets to their feet.
Two broad hands pressed on the desk as they lift themselves up. Ginger hairs from forearm to shoulders, covering the pure brawn of this man. Head poking up into sight as he continues to rise. Long black hairs connected to a well-trimmed beard. Nose squashed against his face and features naturally stern looking. Mark taking a step towards the guy all of a sudden.
"Boss?"
The thug's boss continues to rise. Now showing off a broad and well-muscled chest. Oversized pecs above well-defined abs. Covered from top to bottom in a mix of black and ginger hairs. The darker hairs being overtaken by the second, lightening to join the rest as they overtake his form. The brute finally getting to his feet, standing a good 6 feet tall with 10-inch dick dripping white liquids from its mushroom-like head. The changes finally reaching his head as his beard and hair change to match the rest of his body. Natural scowl turning to natural grin.
"It's Finn now, lad."
"B-Boss..."
Mark starts to back away as you reach for the door. Turning the handle but finding immediate resistance. You're locked in.
"Gettin' the gang ready. Glad ta see you bought in a new recruit."
"Boss...."
Your eyes turn from the door to Mark and Finn. Mark running towards you and Finn in pursuit. Catching up to his underling in no time at all, hooking an arm around him and pulling him back against the brute's chest. Finn unbuckling Mark's belt and pulling down his pants. Turning around the smaller guy so chest is pressed against chest and dick against dick. Mark's impressive member just as hard as Finn's, all attempt of fighting back suddenly gone from the underling. The thug holding onto his boss for support as the two grind their cocks together. The Irishman supporting his worker, and his worker becoming Irish. You seeing the ginger hairs spreading down Mark's leg, and with it further definement. Not gaining the bodybuilder bulk of Finn, but instead a natural athletic tone.
Fuck, Mark's starting to look good. Not much longer and he'll have a thin chest and toned back, with a light sputtering of hairs. Easy to hold onto and direct as you grind him on your own cock or command him to suck your dick... You snap out of it once more, realising that you've been just watching these two and stroking your cock in pure lust. You need to do something! You could search for a way out and run, the door switch is probably around that desk. Though you'd be leaving Mark to his fate. Still, can you even save him? His boss is far stronger than the two of you, and you might just end up in the same position as he is.
You look at the erotic display once more, mind returning to your changing instincts as you imagine something else. What would happen if you just gave in and joined their show. Becoming another athletic and sexy underling of this crime boss. Drinking with the lads and having sex with the lads. All while doing your bosses crimes of course... No, you can't. You need to resist and get a move on...