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It was a Friday night and the entertainment district was hoping as usual; people from all walks of life came down for one reason and one reason only, to forget that life for a few hours with everyone else that wished to do the same. There were all different types of places that one could go too, from the theatres and sports arenas for those that wished to watch such things to arcades that provide the latest in electronic art and even the classic night clubs where people would go to dance and party. Malcolm was at the last one, the nervous leopard looking around as he tried not to touch others despite the entire area being packed while lights flashed and smoke machines caused everything from the waist down to disappear in a fog.

It had not been Malcolm's idea to come out originally, the feline creature far more at home in one of the arcades attempting to get some high score or immersing himself in the latest adventure. But his friends from work had invited him there since this was one of their favorite places to go and he was unable to think of an excuse in time in order to prevent him from being dragged along. After his group had gotten their first round of drinks however it didn't take long for the leopard to find himself completely alone amidst the sea of people dancing and grinding all around him. He was just about to leave when a billow of smoke passed by him and caused him to cough, and when it dissipated he found that someone that hadn't been there before was looking right at him.

"Hello there," the jaguar said, leaning down slightly and looking straight into the blue eyes of the leopard. "You looked a little lonely, mind if we give you some company? Maybe buy you a drink?"

At first the leopard was about to decline and add this to the list of people that had hit on him, but there was something about the other feline that was very... intriguing. "I... suppose that I could?" Malcolm stated, his eyes staring into those red eyes as the sound of the music began to fall away into the background. "But... I'm with a group... I shouldn't..."

"Don't see any group around you," the jaguar replied, flashing him a fanged grin. "Plus one drink with me shouldn't hurt, right?"

Malcolm found himself swallowing hard, his head nodding slightly. "Yeah..." he said as the other male closed the gap between them. "One drink... can't hurt..."

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The next day Malcolm awoke with a gasp, his naked body sprawled out on his own bed as he looked at his clock and saw that it was almost ten in the morning. As he slowly got up he brought his hands to his head, but instead of the headache that would signify a night of heavy drinking it felt like his head was full of cotton as he tried to remember what had happened last night. He remembered taking the guy's offer for a drink, but then everything seemed to grow hazy the more he attempted to remember it. In fact the only thing that remained crisp in his mind were those red eyes staring into his as he slowly got up.

How drunk had he gotten, Malcolm thought to himself as he staggered towards the shower. It was completely unlike him to be like that, especially when he wasn't used to the whole scene, but as he continued to try and think about it while turning on the water he did start to have scenes come back to him. The club seemed to be the weakest of the memories, as though it was no longer important to his brain as he was led from there to a back room. He remembered then briefly being alone, looking around for the one that had brought him there, when he then felt lips press against his own. Even as he stood there in the bathroom he could start feeling his heart flutter and his cock stiffen slightly from the sensation as something slid out from the lips of the jaguar and into his mouth...

Suddenly everything went fuzzy again from that point and it took him a few seconds to realize that not only had his shower gotten ready at that point but he was starting to stroke himself. He quickly pulled his hands away and jumped in, starting to feel a soreness in his lower back that made him wonder if it was more than a kiss that they had shared. But if that was the case then why couldn't he remember it, especially since it didn't appear that they wasted much time after their initial contact at the club. Could he, he thought to himself as he let the water cascade over his fur, been... drugged?

"Perish the thought," the voice of the jaguar said suddenly, causing Malcolm to shout and slip before falling into the tub. With his heart racing he quickly stood up and looked around for the other male, only to find that he was the only one in the bathroom. "Sorry, I keep forgetting that this tends to startle people in the beginning."

"Where are you?!" Malcolm shouted as he turned off the water and practically jumped out of the shower to try and face the other feline.

"I'm sitting at my home of course," the jaguar replied simply, the leopard stiffening slightly at this. "Contact is strongest at the initial point of infection so I wanted to try and get you before things started getting strange, a primer of sorts on what's coming next."

"Infection? Primer?" Malcolm replied. "What on earth are you talking about?"

"Shush now," the jaguar replied, the leopard finding himself suddenly compelled not to speak. "To make a long story short I got a little carried away last night and we hooked up, as I'm sure you've guessed by now, and as such I passed on my little gift to you. Now you're going to start to change, and my suggestion is you try to keep clear of people while you do since the first few hours can render you rather... potent. Just try to roll with it and you'll see that this might have been the best thing to ever happen to you."

When the jaguar paused Malcolm found that he could speak again, having walked into his bedroom at this point. "I don't get it," he said as he continued to look around. "How are you talking to me? What's happening?"

"Too much to- into now," the jaguar tried to explain, though it was growing increasingly hard to hear. "Just listen- others, they'll know- to do. Just lie- you stay away- meet yo- ...gressed furt-..."

Suddenly Malcolm felt himself with only his thoughts, the jaguar he had just met yesterday completely out of his head. He shook his head and wondered if he should go into the hospital or something when his phone rang. Looking down he saw that it was one of his friends that he had promised to meet at his place for lunch and to talk about a work project they were both on, the leopard cursing when he realized he had completely forgotten. Part of him wished he had never gotten dragged along as he grabbed his pants to put them on, only for his eyes to widen when he heard a loud ripping noise.

When he pulled them off he saw that somehow he had ripped out one of the seams of the legs, the leopard frowning as he tossed them aside and reached for another pair. Unfortunately while these didn't tear he found himself unable to get them up past his knees without starting to struggle. He looked down at the offending garment in question before he examined his own legs, flexing his thighs slightly to try and see what the problem was. While he couldn't notice a difference in the thickness of his muscles it seemed that his toes had become slightly swollen, something that his mind just attributed to the club as he moved to his sweats section of his wardrobe.

It appeared that he was able to fit into them, the loose fabric able to contain his legs as he looked at himself in the mirror. Did his legs seem... thicker, he thought as he looked at them before pulling the sweatpants up all the way? For some reason he couldn't quite remember what they looked like yesterday and eventually he just blamed the washer and dryer in his apartment as he grabbed a shirt and coat that was big enough too. He did take a second to look at himself before he left, a small grin playing on the edge of his muzzle as he looked at the bulge that formed in the front of the sweats before he walked out the door to make his lunch date.

Even with forgetting about it Malcolm managed to get to the apartment with a bit of time to spare, knocking on the door of the panda bear. "Hey man," his friend, opening the door for him before turning back. "Hope you don't mind the mess, was going to clean up today but then got caught up in a raid."

As Malcolm looked around he saw a lot more debris scattered about in the gamer's apartment then just what would be there after a raid, which would require the panda to be sitting at his computer for hours on end. The somewhat chubby male wasn't known for his cleanliness of his household though as Malcolm sat at the table, opening his laptop while he saw his friend put down three boxes of pizza in front of him. "Those aren't leftovers, right Eugene?" Malcolm asked as he tentatively opened one of the boxes. "I remember the last time I thought that and was sick for a week."

"They're fresh, I assure you," Eugene said with a chuckle as he brought his own laptop, looking over the leopard as he did so. "Hey, have you been going to the gym or something without me knowing?"

"What?" the leopard said, put slightly off-guard by the question. "No, why?"

"You just look... different," Eugene replied before shrugging. "Nevermind, not sure why I asked, let's just get this going so that we can start our own business and get out of these dead-end jobs."

Malcolm nodded and the two got to work, though as time went on Malcolm started to feel stranger about the situation. It wasn't just the fact that as the hours passed the panda continued to move closer to him, or that he suddenly felt his knees bump against the bottom of the table that normally easily gave him enough leg room, but as he tried to focus on his work he began to hear... whispers. More then once he had stopped and aske Eugene if he said anything, only to have the panda give him a questioning look. His thoughts turned back to what the jaguar had said, or at least what he thought the jaguar had said in his mind, and he realized that he hadn't even thought about looking up what the other feline might have been talking about as he opened a browser window.

When Eugene looked over at his screen and asked what he was doing Malcolm said that he just needed a break, the panda nodding and taking another slice from the last box of pizza that was left. The jaguar had stated it was an infection, the leopard thought as he tried to punch in various search topics. Most of the time what he put in either brought him to medical diagnosis sites, anime, or porn, but eventually after his fifteenth search he got something that wasn't those three. It was a link to the CDC talking about a rash of new diseases called STFDs, or Sexually TransFormative Diseases. Malcolm felt his blood freeze as he saw a number of different versions that did things like turn someone into a living cock or have someone start growing a bunch of tentacle cocks as he scrolled down.

Eventually he got down to one called Infirnium Hives, which he clicked on when he saw that some of the pictures had people sporting bright red eyes. "This disease is insidious because systems are more mental then physical," Malcolm felt himself reading out loud. "While physical changes are present to turn those infected into more demonic versions of themselves they typically aren't aware of it. Other systems include increased lust and libido, increasingly perverted or depraved thoughts, and increased attributes such as vanity, ego, and narcissism. The most interesting aspect of this particular STFD is that those who are infected seem to share a psychic connection with one another and also seem to be irresistibly alluring to others, which means that if left unchecked this disease could manifest in potential outbreaks all over as infected coordinate with one another."

As Malcolm reread the definition and systems of the disease he began to feel himself start to sweat, knowing that it was more than a coincidence as he was experiencing these strange sensations. As he ran his hands through his headfur in frustration he bumped against something that caused him to pause, his eyes widening as his fingers went up and found two small bumps forming on opposite sides of his skull. Features don't get more demonic then that, he thought to himself as he brought his fingers back down to his keyboard only to find that his nails had grown black and pointed. With the illusion broken for now he scrolled down the website in order to see if he could see if there were any potential treatments, maybe with him being so freshly infected there was a way to reverse-

The leopard jumped in his seat as he felt something pressing against his groin, pushing the table with surprising strength to find that Eugene had crawled underneath and had pulled down the band of his sweatpants as his muzzle was pushing against the throbbing, erect shaft. Malcolm's new claws scratched against the wood of the table as his sensitive flesh never felt anything like what he was experiencing, and though he still knew it was the infection that was making them both act like this he found himself unable to stop the bear from continuing. In fact as Eugene got more into it he found his hands drifting down before they pressed against the back of the other male's head, grunting as he felt his maleness lengthening even when it was already fully erect.

As he continued to watch his mind suddenly went back to the night before, remembering when he was in this same position as the jaguar watched him with a smirk on his face. But as he looked up in his mind's eye the feline definitely looked different, his fangs had grown past his lips and he sported a pair of horns he had definitely not noticed before. He swore he could feel that thick member in his own maw and a hand rubbing through his hand, telling him what a good demon he was going to be as his own mind only had thoughts about servicing the male in front of him. That was when he felt it, the tenseness of the other feline as his muzzle was pushed all the way down as the jaguar orgasmed...

And was suddenly brought back to the present when he did the same, feeling him thrust his hips so far forward that the head of his cock was in the throat of the other male as he climaxed. When he did the fog of lust that had been present in Malcolm's brain seemed to wash away, making him realize what he was doing. The chair banged against the floor as he quickly got on his feet, stumbling slightly not only from his awkward gate but also because his cock had slipped out of the panda's mouth at the same time. Eugene seemed to still be in a daze and looked blearily at him, the leopard still panting from the combined pleasure of his orgasm and his situation.

"Is there something else you need of me Master?" the panda asked, his eyes half-lidded as he looked straight at him.

"I... what?" Malcolm said. "What did you call me?"

"Master..." Eugene repeated. "What should I do?"

This was too much for the leopard to deal with at the moment, he thought to himself as he went over to the door only to find the panda following him with a tent in his pants. "No, you stay here!" Malcolm said as he pointed a clawed finger, causing the panda to stop dead in his tracks before he waved it about. "Go... clean this place up or something." When he attempted to put on his shoes he found that his feet had grown hard and puffy, his toes semi-merged together to the point where he just tossed them as his gaze went up and saw his cum still dribbling on the panda's chin. "And clean yourself up too, try to make yourself presentable."

Malcolm missed the nod that came form the bear as he continued to stumble on his bare feet, wondering if he was growing cloven hooves or something as he made his way down the hall. He remembered before the impromptu blowjob that the website mentioned that the early stages had a potential cure... if he could go to a hospital and tell them that he had one of these STFD's then they might give it to him before the infection ran its course. But he knew he had to hurry, already his once baggy clothing was starting to tighten against him and he could feel something continuing to push out of his skull as he exited the building.

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About an hour later the leopard was on the streets, trying to avoid eye contact with others as he attempted to make his way to a hospital. Whatever he was infected with was having a profound effect on his physiology and he found if he stayed too long in one area people would naturally start to drift towards him. As he walked he remembered that the jaguar had told him to stay put while the infection ran its course... and as he continued to walk he was having more problems then just being noticed. When he had bumped into someone and knocked the briefcase out of their hand he apologized and reached down for it, only to immediately stand up straight again when he heard a rip. His eyes widened and he excused himself before reaching back to find he had split the sweatpants with his increasingly muscular rear-end.

It was only at that time did he realize how far his changes had progressed; up until that point he just saw himself in the reflections of windows and buildings, but when he was reminded once more he was changing he looked in the nearby building and saw what he had had become. A pair of horns similar to the jaguar in his memory were sweeping out just behind his ears like an antelope, and his blue eyes had turned a deep purple as the points of his eye teeth were starting to push past his lips. He was also practically busting the seams of his clothing, especially when his tail started to thicken and his legs shifted in configuration once more. When the transforming leopard looked down he found that his feet had not gone hooved, but instead looked like something that belonged on a dragon with three thick talons on his surprisingly dexterous toes.

When he looked around however it appeared that no one else seemed to notice his changes, or if they did it didn't bother them at all. Was this part of the infection, not only giving him a lure of pheromones to bring people in but also making it so that they didn't realize what he was? He remembered the first time he saw the jaguar with increasing clarity and he looked normal, but with the memory of his blowjob he saw that the other feline was anything but. Unfortunately as he replayed that scene in his mind he grunted when he felt his hefty package threaten to burst through the front of his sweatpants and ducked into the first clothing store he came across.

The smell of leather greeted him as he quickly closed the door behind him, panting to try and regain control of himself as he need to rut grew. "I told you to stay inside silly boy," the jaguar's voice said, only this time Malcolm could see him standing there and grinning. "Of course no one ever does, probably the work of the virus that's coursing through you."

"You..." Malcolm said as he bared his lengthening fangs. "You did this to me..."

"You're welcome," the jaguar replied with a smirk as Malcolm suddenly saw another male standing to his side, this one a demonic wolf with similar glowing red eyes. "It seems that you're progressing along nicely, the others are even able to make their assessments."

As Malcolm continued to stand there, his body quivering every so often from another spurt of growth, he suddenly found himself in the midst of nearly a dozen people. "Who... who are they?" the leopard asked, looking around to see them all with glowing red eyes. "Have you infected all of them?"

"I have," the jaguar replied, going up to a particularly bulky lizardman and rubbing down his bare, eight-pack abs. "As you can see I have a type, one that this wonderful virus amps up to eleven. Of course I don't have to tell you that considering the assets you've gotten already."

"Assets?!" Malcolm said as he gestured to himself. "You're turning me into some sort of sexy beast demon!" The leopard could feel his cheeks burn as the grins of all those around grew on their muzzles. "I mean... I'm a monster... a handsome monster, but..."

"I'll leave you with those thoughts," the jaguar stated as he gestured behind him. "Would be rude to have a private conversation in front of people anyway."

Suddenly the leopard blinked and he found himself alone, save for a stag that walked up to him. "Sorry, didn't see you come in," the shirtless male said, pressing a hand against his leather pants as he looked him over. "I uh... I see that you might be having a bit of a wardrobe malfunction. Would you like to look around or... I suppose that I could help you out myself."

"Oh... I couldn't think of taking up your time," the leopard said despite his body practically trembling in need as he looked over the handsome, somewhat lean form of the male in front of him.

"It's no problem at all," the stag replied. "It's been a slow day today anyway and you definitely look like you could use my expertise. My name is Gerard, by the way."

Malcolm introduced himself and found himself following the other male towards the back of the shop where Gerard claimed all the best inventory was. The entire time the leopard was staring at the leather clad butt of the deer in front of him and licking his lips. In the back of his mind he knew he should get out of this situation, but he found himself thinking that he did need a change of clothing anyway. One wrong move and he was going to burst out of the pants he was wearing, which might not be a bad thing as he felt a deep rumble rising up from his chest.

The stag took his measurements and Malcolm found himself sliding into the groove of it, watching with lustful intent as the deer lingered longer on his package that was threatening to bust free from its fabric prison. Through tears he could see that the pink flesh had turned an ebon black and had grown slight ridges on it as he waited for the stag to come back with a set of clothing. "I want you to try on the jacket first," Gerald said when he came back with armfuls of leather garments, handing out a black leather coat. "Though you might not want to go out in the streets being bare-chested I think that this will accent those pectorals and washboard abs of yours perfectly, then we can move on to the underpants and pants."

When Malcolm put on the jacket and looked at the mirror he was stunned... and just how badass he looked. His mostly red eyes looked himself over as clawed hands roamed over his musculature. Why he would ever want to cover up this perfection he wouldn't know, he thought as he turned around to look at himself. When he saw two slits in the back of it he briefly wondered why the stag had given him such a thing before a pair of leathery spotted wings pushed their way out, reminding him that he had them as he gave his reflection a fanged grin. The sight of his own radiance was too much for his pants and with a loud rip his cock finally sprung free as the ruined fabric fell to the floor.

"Looks like I'm definitely going to need those pants after all," Malcolm found himself saying before stepping forward and grabbing the stag by the hips as a growl reverberated through his chest. "But first... I want to see what you're sporting underneath yours. What better way to see what I'm buying then having you model it for me?"

Normally Malcolm would never be so bold as his hands unbuckled the pants of the stag and let them fall to the floor, but the leopard was filled with new confidence as he purred in approval at the leather jockstrap the deer was wearing before bending him over the counter. The stag muttered something about the leopard being too big for him, but part of his infection caused his entire shift to slicken even before the tip of it touched the exposed tailhole of the male in front of him. A fleeting thought the leopard had was he was about to create another demon, infect another creature, and when it did it only caused his arousal to surge more.

"You're actually going to create a thrall," the jaguar's voice said as Malcolm felt someone behind him, his corrupted mind knowing that it was the one that created him and caused him to instantly relax. "One thing that isn't known about us is that to create a demon you need something extra, a seed that I slipped into you before we began. Without it the virus just creates those that are completely bound to us, though they do gain some enhancements based on the nature of the demon."

Malcolm knew exactly what that was as he pushed his shaft into the hole of the other male, already seeing the rear end he was spreading open jiggling with new muscle. At the same time he could feel something poking into his own backside, the jaguar mentioning that there was more they could do through their link then just talk. The increasingly tainted leopard knew that this was a great honor as he thrusted forward, causing the changes in the deer to increase and his own to solidify. The slit pupils of the leopard contracted as he was quickly impaled upon too, the connection shared between them by the virus making it very real as his eyes began to glow with a bright red.

The leopard's mind suddenly was transported back to the club, or rather the bedrooms in the back as the jaguar had sprawled him out on the bed. At this point his true form had been exposed, the other male towering over him with a nearly foot-long cock held on by clawed fingers as his wings spread out in the air. Malcolm could remember asking in the haze what the jaguar was, and as he was descended upon and that maleness quickly found its way in between his legs he heard the answer whispered to him. He was a demon just like him... and when the jaguar pulled back the leopard in his vision found his body to be the same transformed state as he was currently, the infection corrupting his past as the memory focused on the pure pleasure of that thick tool spreading him open so that they could share in their demonic bond.

It didn't take long before the leopard started to thrust hard, his new feet digging furrows into the tile beneath them as the grin on his muzzle widened. A thrall, this was his thrall, the thought caused the leopard to practically salivate as his tongue snaked from his muzzle while growing longer. He wasn't becoming a demon... he was a demon, created by the jaguar to continue to spread their kind as the countertop cracked beneath their rutting bodies. Already the jock that the cervine was wearing had started to strain against his thickening hips as the grunts coming from Gerard started to grow deeper. As the jaguar plowed into his tailhole Malcolm heard him say that he made a great choice in a second thrall since he could use him to adorn his perfect frame, but when the leopard heard that his mind went back to the first one that he had created....

A few hours later the leopard pulled on the black leather biker jacket before knocking on the door, announcing his presence with his new deeper voice. It only took a few seconds before the door opened and the demonic leopard grinned when he saw that the infection had did more then just influence the mind of his friend. The panda had already lost most of the weight that he had been carrying since Malcolm had met him, instead showing a flat stomach and start of pectorals since the ursine had went to the door while naked. When the feline stepped inside he noticed that wasn't the only change as he scanned the freshly cleaned apartment.

"I see you took my instruction to heart," Malcolm said as he went over to a chair and sat down, the panda immediately resting between his legs. "That's good, I have a guest coming over and I wanted you two to meet since you both will be serving me."

"Yes Master," the panda replied, his red eyes darting to the bulging leather as he licked his lips. "Thank you for the honor."

"Don't mention it," Malcolm replied, his fangs showing once more as he took his draconic paw and grabbed Eugene by the head, pushing him into his crotch while letting out a sigh of contentment. "Do a good job serving me and I just might share this demonic bond with you too. But first... I just bought these clothes, so be a good boy and take them off before we ruin them with what I have planned next..."