You wake up, and realize your inside the raft with Eric. He's asleep with you curled into his arms to keep you warm. You remember the pain when you hit the water, but reach down slowly to feel your balls. You feel a slight pleasure, but no pain. As you bring your hand back up to your head, you bump your stomach. You look down, and notice how huge your belly is. You think your big enough to be carrying twins if you were a woman. Eric stirs from his light sleep.
Eric asks, "Are you awake?"
You reply, "Yea...I feel better. The suit has done something to me. I do feel strange though. I am not sure how to describe it."
Eric says, "My suit hasn't done anything to me. I feel fine. You do weigh a ton though. I thought I would never get you into the raft."
"Where's the boat?" you ask.
Eric states, "I think we slipped away. We need to paddle south. The boat was heading west".
You settle on the opposite side of the raft, as the movement has your belly feeling very queasy. You lurch forward and vomit into the raft before you can turn your head over the side.
"Dude! Not in the boat!" screams Eric. He stops and looks down at the mess and asks, "What is that stuff? It smells strange" Eric reaches down and touches it, and brings his finger back to his nose to sniff it.
You cough a couple of times and say, "I don't know. It tastes strange too." You take one of the raft's paddles and scoop out the viscous ooze over the side. The strong smell remains.
For the next few hours, you and Eric paddle south, with the occasional west turn. Eric is sure the mainland is due west, but wants to stay south of the boat, should it turn around. Eric is a strong paddler, and you are able to keep pace with him. You feel better, and the thought of not getting caught distracts you from the huge problem bulging from your gut.