Nick beds over, groaning.
"N-Nick?" Joey asks nervously, "You...you alright?"
"Just...just need to rest for a second. Maybe...maybe it's shock from the crash, or something..."
He doesn't look well. His brow is beaded with sweat and his hands are shaking.
"You sure you okay, man?" asks Frankie.
"Yes! Christ, how many times do I have to...UGH!" Nick's legs buckle beneath him, sending him thudding to the ground.
"Nick!" Joey cries out, bending down besides his brother.
"What's happening to him?" Ben wonders.
"Nick!" Mike gets down on one knee in front of him, "Nick, speak to me..."
Nick grimaces, "I...I feel...heavy. What...what's happening to me, man?"
"I...I'm not sure."
"You're studying to be a doctor!" shrieks Joey hysterically, "How DON'T you know?"
"Just because I..."
"My hands!" Nick gasps, holding them up, "Look...look at them!"
A thick, rock-like layer is forming on his skin, covering his hands from the fingertips down, "What is this? I...I can barely move..."
Joey grabs his brother by the shoulders, holding him steady as the stony layer moves up his arm, "You're...you're going to be okay. We'll...we'll stop it...argh!"
Nick inadvertently swats Joey away as his arms continue expanding, tearing through the sleeves of his tee-shirt, "Joey! God, no..."
"What's happening to him?" Joey demands breathlessly, "He's...he's getting covered with that stuff!"
"Ach!" Nick groans, "My...my shoes...tight."
His sneakers are bulging.
"It...it has to be happening to my feet too."
"No, it won't," says Joey.
"W-what?"
"I'll stop it," Joey moves behind his brother, placing his hands over Nick's sneakers, "Maybe...maybe it'll reverse it, maybe it'll stop if I just put some pressure..."
"Right, yeah, that makes sense," mutters Frankie, going ignored.
"It's...it's not gonna work, Joey." Nick tries.
"Please! It...it has to..." there are tears in Joey's eyes, "Maybe, maybe if we each took a foot..." he looks pleadingly, "Lucas. Lucas, you, take Nick's left."
"Uh...I dunno, Joey..."
"Please! If you love your sister, please help...please."
Suitably chastened, Lucas crosses over and places both hands on Nick's left foot, while Joey takes the right.
"Oh God..." Lucas muttered, "It's...it's throbbing."
"I don't know how much longer I can hold it!" Nick groaned, "Guys...please..."
"We're not letting go!" cries Joey, "Sorry. No dice."
"Joey..." begins Lucas, "Joey, his feet!"
Nick's toes begin bursting out of his sneakers, covered with stone as the rest of his feet are.
"MY FEET!" moans Nick, "Guys, no, no, it has to stop! Please..."
His legs begin bulking up as well, expanding and stretching outward, pushing Joey and Lucas back, his feet practically in their faces. As this happens, Nick's chest begins expanding too, heavy layers of stone building up, shredding his shirt right off him.
"Nick!" Joey sobs, "Nick, no! No!"
"Your legs, man!" Lucas cries, "You've got to move your legs, you...you'll crush us!"
"Can't..." Nick's voice is deeper, more guttural as the stone thickens his neck, moving on to his head, "Can't move."
"Yes, you can!" Joey cries, "You're gonna be alright, but...but you have to..."
"Ah!" he gasps, "Not...not that! Not there! Oh God..."
His shorts have shredded off, his cock erect, quickly changing as the rest of him has.
"Joe...Joey..." he looked into his brother's eyes, "P-please...h-help..."
He comes, the last of his human spunk spurting over his five stricken friends. Breathing heavily, he sinks back to his stony knees and passes out on the ground.
"Ugh..." Frankie mutters, "Jesus Christ. I haven't had a dude cum on me since..."
"Man," Lucas gets unsteadily to his feet, "Save it."
"I'm trying to lighten the mood!"
"Well, you're doing a bad job."
"But..." Ben shakes his head, "I don't understand. How does...what does..."
"I..." Mike bites his lip, "I think I know what..."
But before he can finish, another of the group doubles over...