Joey bowls over, clutching his sides, "Ah...argh. N-no, it...it can't be..."
"Oh no," gasps Lucas, "Not you too."
"I..." Joey groans, collapsing against a tree, "D-deserve it...couldn't...couldn't help m-my brother..."
"Stop it," Mike crosses to him, "There was nothing you could do."
"There...there's got to be a way..." he's sweating profusely now, "T-to stop it..."
"There may be," Mike looks him over, "Tell me how you feel."
"P-pain...pain in my sides. It's like...it's like stabbing."
"Nick felt heavy," notes Ben, "Maybe...maybe it's different."
"It is," Mike nods, "It's...it's the island, it..."
"ARGH!" Joey's knees buckle, "Mike, for God's sake! H-help me! There's...there's something forcing its way out of me!"
There are two bulges, writhing and pushing at Joey's sides, writhing beneath the fabric of his polo.
"Joey, you have to stay calm. Concentrate, try to fight it..."
"Nick tried...he's always b-been stronger than me. If...if he can't...ARGH, FUCK!"
The profanity is unusual on his lips. He bends over, his glasses falling to the ground, "Mike, Mike, please, whatever this is, it's...it's like it's alive! Forcing its way out, you have to...you have to..."
"What?" Mike asks breathlessly. He seems weirdly entranced by the experience, not repelled the way the others are. He places his hands on Joey's shoulders, "Joey, what do you want me to do?"
"My...my shirt," he pants, "I...I need to see what's...what's going on with me."
"That doesn't sound like the best idea..." mutters Frankie, but Mike ignores him, "Joey, I...I think you should prepare yourself."
"I'm in agonizing pain, Mike. My brother just turned to a rock monster and I may just end up like him, please, just HELP ME..."
Too late. Joey's shirt rips at the sides, new arms emerging at either side, beneath his own. The others let out shouts of horror and disgust. Mike, however, watches as if he's never seen anything more beautiful.
"What..." Joey holds all four of his hands up, his eyes wide, terrified, "No, no, this isn't right, I...I'm a freAACH!" he lurches back, twin bulges again straining what remains of his shirt...against his chest.
"No...no more..." Joey presses his eyes shut, "Mike, please..."
"I..." he sounds faraway, "I'm not sure what I can..."
Joey's new hands reach out and take Mike by the hands. Oblivious to the others, there is a bulge beneath Mike's jeans. He's enjoying this.
"I can't fight anymore..." Joey whispers, "Let...let whatever it is...out..."
"There may be no going back."
"I know," tears shine on his face, "I don't care."
Mike steels himself, takes a breath, and tears the already shredded shirt from Joey's body. Joey lets out a moan of relief as the ten toes pressing their way out of his gut rapidly expand, revealing new feet and, ultimately new legs with such rapidity that Mike is knocked to the floor, pinned down by Joey's newest appendages. Joey collapses to his foreknees, his new legs splaying out over Mike's body, his arms to either side.
"What...what's happened to me? My legs, my arms, I...I don't..."
He struggles to get up, but collapses on Mike, who lets out a little gasp.
"I'm sorry, Mike, I...I'll get up, I..."
"N-no."
"What?"
"There's...there's something else. Something moving."
Soon, Joey realizes it too.
"My...my shorts," he mutters through gritted teeth, "Oh no, no, no that...I can't...that's disgusting, I...I don't..." his face is reddening in mixed pain, embarrassment and (maybe) pleasure, "Mike, you...you have to move."
Mike doesn't move. He's looking up at Joey as if he's never seen anything more beautiful, "I...I don't want to."
"Please, I...I feel something building up in me. It's...it's wrong, I-I don't want you to be..."
"It's alright," says Mike, "I...I think I understand what's happening, just...just relax."
"Mike..." Joey squeezes his eyes shut, "Mike, it...it's starting to feel..."
"Good? You can say it, Joey."
"Can't...it turned my brother...turned me...monsters..."
"Don't resist. Joey, please, don't...don't fight."
"Gonna...gonna rip through my shorts. God, what will...what will she..." the thought of his girlfriend, Lucas's sister, seems to excite the timid writer. He clenches his teeth, "Ah God, my...my heart, pounding, blood roaring in my ears. Mike...Mike, I...I can't stop..."
"Don't!" Mike tells him.
The final bulge bursts, not one, but two cocks, two sets of balls bursting out from his shorts, shredding them, leaving Joey in nothing but his sneakers and socks.
With a moan, Joey comes from both cocks, spraying Mike, his eyes practically rolling up into his head as he collapses, passing out, his new feet practically over Mike's face, his hands splayed out inches from the feet of his just as unresponsive brother.
Mike barely seems to notice, his eyes closed as if in rapture, breathing as if savoring the intensity of the moment.
"Mike..." Lucas begins dubiously, "Mike...what the fuck is going on?"
Mike gently moves Joey's feet away from him, "It's...it's the island. The island, it's...it's changing us. R-remember, I...I mentioned at the airport..."
"Somehow, no, I don't remember what you fucking said at the airport," Frankie rolls his eyes, "Jesus, man, you looked half ready to suck Nick's brother's toes..."
"Extra toes," adds Ben meekly.
"What is this?"
Mike opens his mouth to answer, at which point...