Not wanting to start anything, you let the stagman know you've got other plans and hurry off away from the squad. Quickly deciding where you'll hide out and plan your next move, the city these beasts have taken over. Now that you're infected, they won't give you any problems so it should be a safe place. Safer than around humans at least, since they'll try to kill you if they learn you're infected and you'll try to kill them if you transform...
You try not to think about that, just putting your mind towards your current sprint. Your legs feeling warm as you run on the now abandoned roads. Your athletic body used to these quick movements from your regiments training. It should be a walk in the park to keep up a brisk pace and get to your destination, but something feels wrong. A general discomfort affecting you, an irritation that continues with your movements.
You keep trying to ignore it as the city buildings start to surround you, but as time passes the feeling strengthens in intensity. Combined with the fatigue and burning from your run, it all becomes too much to bare. You stopping your sprint to seek any sort of relief, hands grabbing at your shirt and tearing it with ease. Freeing your skin from the fabric before doing the same with your pants. Discarding all coverings as you stand tall and in the nude, breaths rapid as you look to a nearby buildings and see your reflection.
You've changed already. Your rather lean body has put on quite a bit of muscle. Nothing extremely showy, but bigger pecs and biceps. More definition to them, even reaching down to your calves. Honestly you're kinda liking how you look, focusing on your hardy chest as lust starts to fill you. Your humanity telling you to ignore it, maybe seek some sort of cure. But the rest of you demanding relief, which you are happy to oblige.
Your hand tightly holds onto your cock, pumping the pole and staining yourself with pre. All the while you focus on yourself in the mirror. Appreciating just how much of a man you've become.
"Hehe. Thought I'd check up on you."
You clear your head and turn to the voice. The stagman from earlier walking down the road. Freed of his remaining tatters, dark brown fur covering his beefy body. Cloven legs and a ripped chest. Visage strikingly cervine, eyes a dull brown and a full rack of white horns jutting out of his skull.
Your hand moves far from your cock, suddenly embarrassed as the beast closes in. His hot breath reaching your skin, standing only a few inches away now. Your eyes locked to his brawn, taking in how fine this virus has made him, just like its made you.
"Don't worry. I'm here to help."
He says with a wink, bringing his head to your firm chest. Resting against it for a few moments as his hands feel your back. Worshiping every new muscle you have obtained as he slowly lowers until his mouth rests in front of your cock. Giving the tip a loving kiss, moving it past his lips for several seconds before pulling back.
"Grab my horns."
You do it without question, grabbing onto the creatures elken pride and pulling him towards you. Filling him with your cock which he happily takes, the stags ears flicking with delight as he gives his all to pleasure you. His hands reaching back to your torso, feeling your sturdy pecs as his hole continues to be filled. You having full reign of the creatures, moving him closer and further as he works your pole. Damn if he ain't just the right size, mouth perfectly encapsulating your dick. Your cock rubbing in all the right ways.
Inbetween your grunts and groans, you keep your eyes on the nearby window. Seeing your reflection, yourself. A sexy, muscular man dominating another creature who is just as mighty. Watching as your healthy pecs inflate and deflate between hurried breath. Hands tense and show strength as you pull and push the stag. It's all too much as your cock releases its pent up load, the stags head held tight against you. Fur tickling your skin as you make him drink down each drop of your cum, which he happily does. The brute repositioning his hands to hold onto your legs as you let go of his horns. The cervine pulling himself back, cleaning off the last bits of seed from your cock before standing up tall.
"Felt good?"
You nod, a newfound joy present from your sudden encounter. The two of you letting out a hardy laugh, your eyes looking low and catching a glimpse of the stags own dick. It's surprisingly humanlike, long and thick. A bright red pole which has emerged from his sheath. The elk forcing your eyes to his as he places a hand on your shoulder.
"Ready to help me?"