Mystery of Sawnerve Island by Jijillian and Kyosuke

 

 

Mystery of Sawnerve Island Chapter 2 - Bananas and Eggs by Jijillian and Kyosuke

 

Chapter 2 - Bananas and Eggs

 

Jerry roused up a bit, wondering what had awakened him. He mulled that over without really waking up, until he remembered that he and Mitch were castaways on a desert island. "They're here for a long, long while," he muttered.

That woke him a bit more. He remembered waking up alongside Mitch, lying on the beach, itching all over from saltwater and sand. He still itched, only now it seemed concentrated in one area, or two spots really. Still mostly asleep, he reached up under his shirt to scratch. Ah, that felt better. Mmm. Pretty good. Now the other side. Ahhh. What in hell?

He sat straight up, suddenly wide awake, his hand under his now tattered shirt rubbing and squeezing something that really shouldn't be there. Two somethings.

Jerry's sudden movement roused Mitch from a comfortable dream in which his mom had agreed to let him fly her Air Force jet back to Los Angeles for a bag of In-N-Out burgers. "What?" he said as the cockpit and the burgers dissolved around him.

"Nothing," said Jerry. "I gotta go pee."

Mitch opened his eyes and looked at his friend as Jerry moved to stand up. They both saw immediately that something had gone wrong while they slept. "What the heck happened to your clothes?" Mitch asked.

"What the heck happened to my clothes?" Jerry looked down at himself then at Mitch and pointed. "What the heck happened to your clothes?"

They both stood up, staring at themselves and each other. Their jeans now ended a few inches below their knees, even more ragged than before. Their t-shirt-like utility shirts now ended at the waist and had shortened ragged sleeves.

"How long were we asleep?" Mitch asked. "It's Rip Van Winkle time!"

"I dunno," said Jerry. "Long enough that I gotta pee bad." He started off into the bushes behind the tree they had slept against, hoping that Mitch had not seen what he thought he had discovered under his shirt.

Mitch made to follow him. "I don't think we were asleep that long. I mean, wouldn't the grass have grown up around us."

"Don't follow me," said Jerry. "I want a little privacy."

"To piss?" said Mitch, surprised.

"I think I might need to take a dump, too. Do you mind?"

"Uh, no. I've got no desire to watch you shit," said Mitch. "Um, come to think of it, I'm gonna go find my own bush." He rubbed absently at his chest as Jerry turned away. He paused. He looked inside his shirt. He checked to see where Jerry had gotten to then moved off deeper into the bush in a different direction.

Both boys were gone for some time, finally stumbling back into the clearing at almost the same moment, looking dazed and upset.

"I don't think I want anymore of that booby fruit," said Jerry.

Mitch glanced at him. "Give you the runs, too?" Neither of them were going to mention the cookie-sized lumps they had found inside their shirts and especially not the even more swollen and darkened -- and itchy! -- nipples.

"Uh, huh," said Jerry, vaguely. "B-but, I am hungry again."

"Me, too," said Mitch. "Uh, I've heard of castaways eating birds' eggs. Maybe we should look for some?"

"And I've heard of birds, even small ones attacking people who try to raid their nests." replied Jerry. "Let's look for something we know is good, like coconuts, or something." As Jerry spoke, his hand moved up to rub his chest, but he jerked it away as soon as he realized what he was doing.

Mitch didn't seem to notice. "Coconuts are pretty hard to get down out of trees. I've heard of people being badly injured by falling coconuts. You've got to climb up and get the good ones and those trees are tough to climb."

"Well, let's keep following this stream, and we can see what we find." Jerry suggested.

The two boys started moving up stream again as they continued their friendly argument. Both boys were looking all around for things to eat as they moved along, and both of them noticed the banana tree at the same time.

"Great! Bananas!" Jerry exclaimed. "Full of potassium, helps prevent muscle cramps."

"Thanks,Just what I need." muttered Mitch. "An ongoing nutritional analysis of all our food." Then in a louder voice "Hey, is that a nest in the banana tree?"

"It's not a tree, bananas are just big plants, they don't grow on trees."

"Yeah, yeah, barf me an encyclopedia." Mitch examined what he thought might be a bird's nest up in the tree while Jerry looked at the big cluster of rather small bananas growing from a low hanging stem.

"They're a bit green, and not very big," Jerry said.

"Mmm. Green eggs and spam," said Mitch, using his extra few inches to get a look into the birds' nest.

"I meant the bananas," said Jerry.

"I meant the eggs, they're a pale sort of green." Mitch reached up and plucked something from the nest -- a denim blue thread. He held it out to show to Jerry. "And Ithink I know what happened to our pants."

"How'd they do that without waking us up!" Jack asked. "I guess we were really worn out after the wreck, and maybe the booby fruit had something that put us to sleep too."

"Yeah, maybe," said Mitch, as he rubbed his chest, then flinched.

"Well, we know that eggs and bananas should be good to eat," Jerry said as he moved to pick some bananas. "Mitch, take off your shirt and we can carry the bananas in it."

"Uh, no," said Mitch. "Use your own shirt, I'm going to carry the eggs in mine." So saying, he pulled up the edge of his shirt a bit and deposited the four thumbnail-size eggs in the fold.

"What if there are, like, baby birds inside the shells?" asked Jerry.

"Protein," said Mitch.

"Yuck," said Jerry.

"We were stationed in Papua New Guinea for awhile, you won't believe some of the things the locals there ate."

"And I don't believe you ate any of it either," said Jerry.

"Well, are you going to get those bananas?" Mitch asked, looking innocent.

Jerry gave Mitch a dirty look, then looked at the remains of his clothes. "I'm going to use my jeans for the bananas, they're bigger and they've rubbed me raw a bit anyway. It's not like it's cold here or anything."

Jerry pulled off his jeans and tied knots in the legs. Then he proceeded to fill the improvised sack with bananas. He used his belt as a carrying strap, and the result was a serviceable pack to carry the bananas.

"Let's find another clearing," suggested Mitch, heading off along the stream again.

"Don't let any branches smash those eggs," warned Jerry.

Mitch glanced back. "You're the one walking around with just underwear, don't let any branches whack you in the huevos."

Jerry frowned. "I thought huevos were eggs, like huevos rancheros, in their native tongue."

"Huh?" said Mitch. "Yeah, but it also means balls, like testicles, you know?" Distracted by walking half-sideways talking to Jerry behind him, he pushed one branch aside with one hand, held the eggs safe in the fold of his shirt with the other hand and didn't see a springy branch that slapped him right across the chest. "Ow!" he said in a strangled-sounding voice. "Ow! Ow! Ow!"

"What happened? Something bite you?" asked Jerry, who hadn't seen the details.

"No," said Mitch. "Branch poked me ... in the nose." He took a deep breath.

"Huh," said Jerry. "And you were just warning me."

"Yeah, yeah," said Mitch, wishing he could rub the affected area. "Hey. Here's another clearing."

They both stepped out of the bushes into a wider clearing than the last one. Clearings can form in bush or jungle for various reasons but this one had an obvious-seeming origin. In the very middle of the open space, concealed by only a few bushes sat the wreckage of a USAF F4, half-buried in the soft jungle loam.

"Wow" said Jerry as he moved slowly toward the wreck. "How long do you think that's been here?"

"Don't know," Mitch mumbled still distracted by the pain in his chest. How couldtwo small -- growths -- hurt so much?

Jerry was starting to move around the wreckage when his stomach gave a loud rumble. Mitch's stomach rumbled, too, almost as if it were responding to Jerry's, and both boys realized that they were very hungry again.

"Maybe we should eat first," said Jerry. "I've heard that you really need to keep your energy up if you're shipwrecked."

"We weren't shipwrecked," argued Mitch. "We'd have had to have a ship to be shipwrecked. We've been boatwrecked."

"Dumkopf! Whatever you want to call it we still need to eat. Besides, it's going to be dark soon, and I don't fancy trying to eat this stuff when I can't see it," Jerry said. "There might be worms or something in the eggs."

"Yeah, yeah, I want to eat, too," Mitch admitted. "And we should find as much shelter as we can so we don't freeze to death tonight."

"You think it's going to get cold?" asked Jerry.

"You sure it isn't? There's a dry wind blowing from the north. I think. Northeast, anyway. It might get cold."

Jerry nodded agreement, looking thoughtful.

The boys checked the area a bit, but quickly wound up huddled under the wing stub of the old fighter jet. The eggs and most of the bananas were soon consumed, but even so the sudden night of the tropics had fallen by the time they finished eating. Unwilling to explore in the dark, they quickly fell asleep, unconsciously huddling together for security and warmth.

Neither of them woke up when a tall figure emerged from the jungle.

 

Interlude 2

 

The lean man seemed to be able to see in the dark. He apparently didn't worry about waking the boys, but strode up to their shelter and stood there in the darkness looking down at them.

"Not right," he muttered. "Not right, yet. You've got more work to do, idjit." He didn't really whisper, but he didn't talk loudly either. The voice had a slight American regional accent that either of the boys might have recognized.

He answered himself in a different voice. "I know that, I know that. This will take some time. We don't want to burn them up with too much happening at once, do we? Remember what happened to that big lizard!" The second voice sounded refined and educated, the voice of someone whose business is to know things, what and how and why.

"Humph," said the lean man. "No, thanks. I'm not hungry. I guess we waited a long time already; a few more days won't matter. But this will work, Prospero?"

"Oh, yes, it will work."

"Better than that fuckin' mermaid?" The rougher voice had a sneer in it, as one who does things sometimes sneers at one who simply knows how but has no practical experience.

"Oh yes, these two already know how to talk human." The second voice sounded wounded, not that an experiment had failed but that it had been counted as a failure of accomplishment by the other.

"And they speak English. Talk about luck."

"We make our luck, Caliban, old soul. We make our luck."

The lean man suddenly peered around, as if fearful of being discovered. Moving quickly, he eased himself back into the shadows of the jungle.

What if the only possibilities are equally impossible?

Mystery of Sawnerve Island Chapter 3 - Occam's Razorburn by Jijillian and Kyosuke

 

Chapter 3 - Occam's Razorburn

 

Sunrise found the boys cuddled together under a wing of the wrecked plane. It had gotten cold in the night and they had instinctively sought what warmth they could find.

Mitch dreamed of being back in Palmdale, north of Los Angeles, dreaming of dating one of the cheerleaders, knowing he was dreaming but unaware that he was dreaming that he was dreaming. "Oh, Jessica," he whimpered.

The voice right in his ear woke Jerry from a sound sleep to wide awake terror in a moment. Something was squeezing his chest... A hand was squeezing his chest in a place that he shouldn't even have chest to squeeze!

"AAAA!" Jerry screamed, shoving Mitch away from him and scrambling back away from his friend in a panic.

"Geeze! Mom!" Mitch exclaimed, annoyed at being awakened just as the dream was getting to the good part. "I'm getting up! You don't have to scream in my ear and shove me out of the bed!"

Mitch looked around, his surroundings reminding him where they were. Before he could mentally catch up with that idea, he saw Jerry looking in his direction in wide eyed-panic, and turned to see what was behind him that had Jerry so frightened. "What? Where is it? What?" he yelled as he backed toward Jerry.

"My ... your ... on ... on your chest!" Jerry said, still not coherent.

"What?" Mitch exclaimed, as he swatted at his chest to get rid of whatever, even before his eyes moved down to see what it was. Mitch's hands made violent contact with two sensitive portions of his anatomy just as his eyes confirmed their existence. "AAAAaA?" screamed Mitch from the combination of the unexpected lumps on his chest, and the pain from hitting them.

"AAAAAAaa!" screamed Jerry again. He jumped up and started to run back toward the beach. In his panic he tripped over a vine, performed a full 270 degree flip in mid air, and landed on his back in the stream.

Mitch turned back toward Jerry just in time to see his friend's competition quality gymnastic performance, and the sight made him pause long enough to get a grip on himself, though when he realized what parts of himself he was gripping he almost panicked again.

Jerry, had landed in a deeper part of the stream, and was thoroughly soaked, but unhurt. The combination of the impact and the cool water shocked him out of his panic. He stood up, a bit shakily, and turned around looking for Mitch.

When he turned, Mitch saw what Jerry had on his chest; the t-shirt had turned almost transparent. "aaaAAAAAAA!" screamed Mitch, pointing.

"aaAAAAaaAAAA!" screamed Jerry, gargling a bit. He'd got his mouth full of water. He looked down and saw something he'd never seen before, and never hoped to see from such a personal angle. He screamed again. "AAaAAAaaaAAaAA!", and tried to back away from them. He tripped again, not so spectacularly this time, and sat down in the stream, blowing a thin stream of water from his mouth.

Mitch made strangling noises looking at him, and he hadn't even fallen in the water.

Jerry considered getting up and running again, but he was finally waking up all the way, and he decided that he'd done enough impromptu gymnastics for one morning. "Mitch, Cut that out!" Jerry yelled.

"But man! Our chests! They're gonna grow 'til they explode and aliens pop out!" Mitch said, still a bit panicked.

"Okay! Okay! Now you're being silly! It's just an allergic reaction to the stuff we ate."

Mitch stopped waving his arms around and looked at Jerry. "You're nuts!"

"Think about it," said Jerry. "Which is more likely, alien infestations or hives?"

"Don't use Occam's Razor on me, you schlub!" He stopped and rubbed his jaw. "Huh?"

Jerry rubbed his jaw too. Neither of them shaved regularly yet but both had a few chinny-chin-chin whiskers. Or had.

They looked at each other. They're faces had changed little but their skin seemed smoother, less blemished and certainly hairless. They looked inside their shirts, even skimpier than before, both gasping at the apple-sized breasts, tipped with large, rosie nipples, but then groaning when they confirmed something else.

"My chest hair is gone!" said Jerry.

"Well, you only had one! My whole 40-acre plot has been plowed under!" Mitch had been very proud of his furriness, though not much more than Jerry had been of his more meager accomplishment. He looked down at his legs, "My leg fur is gone too!" Neither mentioned it but their skin everywhere seemed smoother.

About that time both realized that more of their clothing had been unraveled again, too.

"We're growing and our clothes are shrinking," complained Jerry as he regarded the work of the clothing thieves. Their jeans now only reached to mid thigh on them, and their shirts were now sleeveless, and stopped just under their new breasts. "Those birds are perverts!"

"We're growing boobies!" said Mitch. "And I don't mean blue-footed ones."

"I'm almost afraid to look in my pants," muttered Jerry.

"You're the one who thinks this is an allergy to green eggs and pink cantaloupe!" Mitch pointed out.

"Yeah, well, I just don't believe in chest-bursting aliens." Jerry said. "We're gonna have to find out soon anyway, I've gotta pee."

"Damn," Mitch replied. "Now I've gotta pee too."

By unspoken agreement the two boys moved to opposite sides of the crashed airplane to relieve themselves.

Jerry spoke first. "Maybe it's a dream," he said with out much hope as he began to pee from his diminished equipment. It didn't even sound right.

"If it is, we're both wetting our beds," replied Mitch. "Are your balls gone too?"

"Yes." Jerry couldn't quite keep the whimper from his voice. "Is your ... thing ... smaller?"

"Yes," came the sad reply.

The two boys finished their morning bathroom break quietly, too tired from their earlier histronics to panic again.

They retruned from their disappointing journeys of self-discovery and sat down on a sandy spot next to the jet.

"What's happening?" Mitch asked.

"I don't know," said Jerry. "This doesn't make any sense."

They sat and thought for some time. Back home, wherever home might be at the moment for two such peripatetic military brats, both boys read everything they could find when they weren't out risking their lives climbing volcanoes or sailing into typhoons. Unfortunately, their favorite literatures, science fiction and comic books, had too many horrific examples of what might be happening to them.

Mitch still favored extraterrestrials, "Aliens, some kind of alien, uh, pervert. Like those tentacle monsters in the hentai manga."

Jerry had his doubts. "I don't think we know enough to make an hypothesis. It could be magic or psionics or, or, just weird chemistry on this island."

"Weird chemistry that turns birds into fashion designers?" Mitch snorted.

"And, uh, yeah...." Jerry trailed off.

Mitch reconsidered. "Nope, it has to be a human agency. I mean, we're," he paused to swallow, "uh, starting to look like girls...." He trailed off. Now that he'd said it, it seemed even more unbelievable.

"And what use would an alien have for boys who, who -- uh -- look like girls?" finished Jerry.

"Exactly," said Mitch. "Precisely. Indubitably. Elementary. Some perverted sonnuffabitch humans are, are, playing with us!"

"Are you saying we're victims of lesbian terrorists?" Jerry asked.

Mitch got a thoughtful look on his face and said "Hey, you might be on to something! This is the kind of thing that Sgt. Maple would do to us if she could!"

"Uh, well, it's not a bad guess. Better, um, I hate to say this, but it might be better if it is some woman getting revenge on us for being guys. Think of the alternative."

"I already did," said Mitch looking down at his chest. "I mean, chest-bursting aliens might even be nice -- compared to some of the, the weirdos out there."

Jerry nodded in agreement. "Well, we're not going to figure out much just sitting here talking. Let's look around. Maybe there's a survival kit in the jet here."

They clambered onto the twisted remnant of the fuselage, using part of wing for handholds. Almost none of the plane had rusted, it held very little iron or steel being made of space age metals for the most part. They found a name stenciled under the pilot's cockpit window. "CPT A. Stuart" it read in two-inch high black letters. A second name under the gunner's window read "1LT R. Donaldson".

Mitch glanced inside. "No bodies."

"Yeah," said Jerry, "no leather or cloth either, and no bones." Jerry looked around in the cockpit some more. "I think someone salvaged the stuff from the cockpit after the crash. There should be some personal stuff, and maybe a gun or something."

"Pretty empty," agreed Mitch. "But the ejection charges are still under the seats. What's left of the seats." Which wasn't much, mostly rusty steel frames.

"Maybe they survived the crash?" Jerry speculated. "If they did, they probably made a camp somewhere. Maybe we can find it."

"That's assuming they didn't get eaten by cannibals," Mitch said, his voice squeaking.

Jerry looked at him curiously. "I think cannibals would starve to death around here."

"Yeah, well." Mitch stood up, moving to the front end of the fuselage sticking out of the sandy soil. "Where's the canopy? It's not even here. Maybe they blew it off while coming down and didn't have time to eject."

"Uh-huh," Jerry agreed, clearing his throat. "I think the plane bounced or even spun, coming in. Look how those trees there are leaning. And why is it the nose that's sticking up?"

Mitch sighed. "Maybe there's not much use looking for survivors." He turned to look out over the atoll. The wreck lay along what passed for a ridge on the low-lying island. With the additional height of standing on the wreckage, Mitch could see across the island to the lagoon, and across the lagoon to the reefs that completed the circle of the atoll.

On one of the reefs, another much smaller island, in fact, he thought he saw a human figure. Or at least the upright upper body of a human. A female human. He squinted, trying to get a better look. "Hey," said Mitch, pointing.

 

Interlude 3

 

As Jerry looked up, the dark man watching from the jungle muttered to himself. "Tony! Tony! They've spotted Jeannie. She's sunning herself on Little Sawnerve. Damn!"

Answering himself in a calmer voice, he replied. "Don't panic, Roger. The Major will take care of it."

The first voice whine. "But we need a distraction! We don't want them to go running across the lagoon. Not that they could, it's water, so they couldn't run across...."

The second voice interrupted the babbling digression. "Calm down. I tell you the Major has a doozy of a distraction planned." He chuckled, then turned and disappeared deeper into the jungle.

Two boys shipwrecked on a tropical island make a series of strange discoveries while a mysterious force slowly transforms them into beautiful girls.

Nothing up their sleeves....

Mystery of Sawnerve Island Chapter 4 - Might as Well Be Magic by Jijillian and Kyosuke

 

Chapter 4 - Might as Well Be Magic

 

Jerry started to climb up the body of the wreck but the sound of a ship's horn coming from the ocean side of the island stopped him. The two boys looked at each other for a moment and then as one they jumped off of the fuselage and began running as fast as they could, back toward the beach.

"We're saved! They found us!" Mitch yelled as they ran toward the beach. "Now I won't have to wear a dress to the prom!"

Jerry ignored Mitch's yelling and concentrated on running without hurting his bare feet. Mitch's fertile imagination provided Jerry hours of entertainment but sometimes his silliness got a little too close for comfort. Jerry could feel his little booblets jiggling inside his shirt, a very distracting sensation.

Both boys gasped for breath by the time they arrived at the beach, but that didn't stop them from immediately searching for the source of the sound. The ocean stretched wide and blue in front of them, more empty than any desert. Far away to what might be the west they could see a towering structure that after some examination appeared to be a distant storm complete with tiny spark-like lightning bolts. They didn't see anything else but water and sand and heard nothing but seabirds and waves.

"Where's the boat?" asked Mitch.

They scanned the sea again and again. "I don't know. But think about it, why would they have used a foghorn on an empty ocean in clear weather?" asked Jerry. He couldn't keep the disappointment out of his voice once this thought had occurred to him

"To signal us?" Mitch clung to hope but his voice quavered a bit.

"I don't think so," said Jerry. "And before you suggest it, I don't think they sent a submarine either."

Mitch looked at his friend reproachfully, then looked away when he really took in what he was seeing. Jerry's -- breasts! -- could plainly be seen making tents in his abbreviated shirt. "But, --uh-- who or what sounded a horn then?" Mitch asked a bit plaintively. "Maybe it's the aliens signaling their monsters to come and eat!"

"Yeah, maybe," Jerry replied sarcastically. "And they're turning us into girls because boys are too tough for the monsters to eat."

"You think? Hey, maybe we're growing boobs so they can get enough milk in their diet?" Mitch added, rather caught up in the idea.

Jerry rolled his eyes. Typical wild Mitch idea, thought Jerry. "I just don't see it. What do aliens care about human genders? They might have no sex or ten sexes."

Mitch grinned. "So you're saying it's an udderly ridiculous idea?"

Jerry tried to keep looking sour, he suspected he'd been set up. Mitch didn't need any encouragement to make silly jokes -- most especially not puns. They both had a fondness for wordplay but Mitch didn't have a stopping point on anything he really enjoyed. "I still think humans must be involved," he said, as much to derail Mitch as to continue the discussion.

"Lesbians!" suggested Mitch. "We're being turned into lesbian storm troopers for the assault on the male ruling class?"

Jerry sighed. "Mitch, think about it. If we're being turned into lesbians what does that suggest they expect us to be doing soon?"

Mitch shook his head. "Uh, huh, no way! I refuse to think about it. You and me? Nope, nope. Not if you had tits like Sophia Lotsabridgework!"

"Actually Mitch, What lesbians would want us to do is a lot better than what humans who are not lesbians would be wanting girls for," Jerry said grimly.

"Um, I definitely don't want to think about that. Besides, you are starting to look sort of cute." He grinned, enjoying Jerry's expression.

"Idiot! Be a little serious! If we can figure out who's doing this and why, we'll have a better chance of surviving --uh-- intact." Jerry moved to the shade of a tree at the edge of the beach and sat down, still tired from their run across the island.

Mitch sighed, much put upon by his friend's insistence on sober thought. "Yeah, yeah. Nerds rule! But this is just too freaky. It's pretty obvious we're turning into girls, but how and why? -- I don't think there's any way for us to tell." Mitch found his own tree to sit under.

"Maybe we can't figure it out now, but remember what Mr. Shaw said about solving problems? Figure out the parts you can, and make sure you're asking the right questions. Then you have the best chance of solving the problem."

Mitch wasn't quite as fond of their old math teacher as Jerry was, but anyone who spent the last day of class giving a lecture on the mathematics of music, and then playing the bagpipes couldn't be all bad.

"I don't think this can be solved like an algebra problem, brain-boy," Mitch said.

"Maybe not, but we've got a better chance if we think about it rather than just waiting for an answer to fall in our laps." Jerry argued.

"Okay. Okay, so what have we got so far? The food here is turning us into girls, the birds are shredding our clothes, and someone or some thing is blowing whistles. How can we solve any part of that puzzle?" Mitch replied, wondering what his friend might come up with.

Jerry thought for a bit. "Well, as for the how, I think that's one of those questions that we're not going to solve right away. These changes are too big and happening too fast to be anything we might know about. So whether it's magic or super science doesn't matter a lot."

"Actually it matters some," Mitch replied, getting interested in the problem. "I mean, magic or super science would mean that someone is doing this to us. But maybe it's something natural that occurs on this island?"

"Conceivable, but unlikely," Jerry said without having to pause. "What's happening is -- too focused on turning us into girls, and the way the food has been affecting us doesn't make sense for something natural. I mean there's no natural reason for the shape of the food to be related to what it does to us, but it has been."

"I see what you're saying. If it was natural, the boobie fruit would have been just as likely to change our voices as it would to make us grow boobs," Mitch said looking at his new endowments.

"Exactly!" Jerry said, too involved in his thoughts to notice where Mitch was looking. "And that also points to human, because non-humans wouldn't have any real reason to turn us into girls, and they also wouldn't have any reason to do the 'you are what you eat' bit."

"What if it's an accident of some sort," Mitch suggested, "or something like an ancient curse put on this island that turns men who land here to women? There's a lot of ways this could have been started by people who aren't here any more."

Jerry sighed and looked at himself. "I'd laugh at the idea of ancient curses or magic except I can see the evidence right in front of me. I don't know of any science that could make this big of a change this fast. Girls don't develop this fast, I was about six when my sister --uh-- sprouted, and while it seemed like she grew tits over night, she really didn't."

Mitch giggled at Jerry's word choice. The rest in the shade seemed to be putting him in a good mood for some reason. "I think my change is bigger than your change," he said in a slight sing-song and cupped his breasts. "Mmmmm, and they feel good -- I wonder if yours feel good, too," Mitch said. He looked at Jerry and giggled again then started crawling toward his friend.

Jerry noticed that he felt good, too. He giggled as he got up and moved away from Mitch. "Watch it you. I'm not that kind of girl!" He felt relaxed, energetic and no longer worried, all at the same time. He wondered for only a moment, "Are we drunk?", but the thought faded in the pleasure of moving as he turned and ran back toward the stream. He laughed for the joy of running.

"You're not any kind of girl yet!" Mitch called, "Neither am I!" He stood and started running after Jerry. "But we may be girls soon." Somehow that thought didn't worry him as much as he expected it to. He was more interested in how his new boobies jiggled as he chased Jerry. Giggling, he followed his friend in and out of the trees growing on the edge of the jungle.

     

Interlude 4

 

The tall man stood hidden in the shadows deeper in the heavygrowth. He watched as Mitch and Jerry ran off giggling and shouting at each other. "Fascinating," he said as the two started an impromptu game of tag.

Two boys shipwrecked on a tropical island make a series of strange discoveries while a mysterious force slowly transforms them into beautiful girls.

Girlz Has Applez....

Mystery of Sawnerve Island Chapter 5 - Cheezburger in Paradise by Jijillian and Kyosuke

 

Chapter 5 - Cheezburger in Paradise

 

 
Jerry came back to himself as the euphoria and energy gradually faded. He vaguely remembered playing a game of tag that turned into a game of strip tag. Strip tag? What kind of rules would that have had? Then singing "Girls just want to have fun" with Mitch -- badly.

"Jeez," Mitch said from behind Jerry. "What kind of drugs were we on? Did we really donate our shirts to the 'Better Nests for Baby Birds Foundation'?"

That comment triggered a vague memory in Jerry and he looked first at himself, then at Mitch to confirm it. Yes, they were now both topless -- and their breasts were definitely substantial enough to make that embarrassing.

"That was really strange," Jerry agreed as he casually crossed his arms over his chest, trying to pretend that he just happened to be doing that. "We must have been drugged somehow, but why? I don't feel any different than I did before -- except embarrassed to be showing tits, and I think that's just 'cause we're not supposed to have tits." Jerry remembered the fruit scale the boys back in junior high had used to grade breasts; he and mitch were somewhat larger than plums, apples maybe. He blushed.

"I thought we were calling them boobies." Mitch said as he put one arm across his chest imitating Jerry's move. "Maybe the humans working with the aliens like getting their girls drunk?"

"What ever it was, it wasn't alcohol. Alcohol is a depressant, and whatever we got was a euphoric." Jerry said, absently rubbing his arms against his breasts.

"Yeah, that stuff would really sell in the recreational drug market back in the states." Mitch added as he gently squeezed a boob with his had. "Ohhhh, these boobies feel good!"

At that Jerry realized what he was doing and jerked his arms away from his breasts, blushing. "Mitch! Cut that out! This is weird enough without watching you put on a sex show!"

"What? Oh! Yeah, right," Mitch replied reluctantly pulling his hand away from his breasts. "Hey, do you think they've started turning us into nymphos?" he asked with a somewhat worried expression.

Jerry considered that for a bit. "I -- I don't think so, not yet. It seems to me more like I'm just not used to having -- aah -- breasts there. I mean, do you have, like, a strong need to play with yourself, or do you just keep rubbing them like an itchy spot?" Jerry was trying to be logical about this but he couldn't help blushing as he talked about their breasts.

Mitch looked down at his pair and said "It's kind of hard to say. I mean if they were making us nympho they might make us think it was normal -- but I think you're right. I don't need to play with them all the time. It's just that they feel different so I tend to rub them," Mitch replied in a rare moment of seriousness.

"Yeah, I think we're reacting normally for boys who've suddenly grown breasts," Jerry agreed.

"How can there be a normal way for boys who suddenly grow breasts to act? That would require enough boys to suddenly grow breasts for there to be a statistically significant sample!" Mitch sounded proud that he was making a logical criticism of Jerry's comment instead of the other way around.

Jerry gave Mitch a slightly disgusted look and said, "You know what I mean!". Then he looked around and asked, "Where are we anyway? I didn't pay much attention to where we were going while we were drugged."

"I don't know," said Mitch as he wandered over to examine some large brown pods hanging down from some trees nearby. "It's a good thing we didn't get separated while we were drugged though. It might have taken us days to find each other again." he said as he poked at a couple of the pods. "I wonder what these are?"

"Be careful Mitch, they might be able to poke back!" Jerry said.

"Naaaa, I think they look like okra!" Mitch declared as he gave one more poke and wandered back toward Jerry.

"Okra? You've got no idea what okra looks like. They're more like cotton," said Jerry. Jerry's family had been stationed all over the Southern states at one time or another.

"Cotton is soft and fluffy," Mitch declared in a scornful voice, "not hard, brown and football-shaped."

"I mean, cotton, uh, wattayamacallits, cotton bolls. Before they open they look sort of like that but much smaller."

Mitch raised a finger, "Miss," he said (earning an immediate glare from Jerry), "I'd like another hot bowl of cotton with extra buttons."

"Not bowl, boll! Uh, bowl, boll. Um, they do sound alike..." he trailed off as he noticed a new scent in the air. "Listen! Do you smell something?"

Mitch took an experimental sniff and said, "Yeah, seems real familiar, and it's getting stronger, too."

The two boys looked around for the source of the scent when two soft pops caused both of them to dive for cover.

"Aaaagggg!" exclaimed Jerry as he discovered that he needed a method of diving for cover that took his new appendages into account. Not having a shirt on left the tender new items out where twigs and sand could cause serious discomfort. He put his hands up over his little booblets and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.

"What! Are you okay?" called Mitch from behind a log.

"Yeah, I'm okay, I just landed wrong," Jerry replied. He didn't intend to be more specific about what had actually happened. Instead he looked around for the source of the sound. It didn't take him long to spot that two of the pods that Mitch had been examining had turned yellow and popped open.

"Hey, " said Mitch having spotted them too. "That smell is stronger, and it's coming from that direction. And it's making me hungry. Do you think it's safe to go look? What if it's about to release a swarm of flesh-eating scarabs?!"

"I don't think that's likely. And I don't thing it would smell goood...." Jerry said as Mitch's wild speculation actually calmed him a bit. "Aside from turning us into girls we haven't encountered anything threatening here. Having something that dangerous that's triggered that easily doesn't make sense. I mean it might happen, but -- this doesn't feel like that." Jerry said as he cautiously got up and moved toward the opened pods.

Mitch followed a bit behind Jerry, ready to help his friend if anything happened. His tension mounted as Jerry approached the pods. When he'd poked them they'd been brown and vaguely football-shaped, about nine inches long, and six in diameter, but with ridges along their length. Now the two pods had turned a bright yellow, and they'd each split open along one of the ridges. Mitch couldn't quite see what was in the pods when Jerry stopped.

"What is it?" asked Mitch as Jerry looked at them with a growing expression of surprise and -- anger?

"This is too much!" Jerry yelled. He turned and kicked a dead branch on the ground. "This makes no sense at all!" He exclaimed as he stomped over to a log and sat down on it to sulk.

Mitch watched his friends antics, then cautiously moved over to peer into the two pods. What greeted his eyes explained the hunger-inducing aroma. Within one pod was a cheeseburger and in the other pod was a bag of french fries. And the wrapping around each of them -- paper? -- was clearly marked with a familiar red and yellow logo. "It's a cheeseburger tree?!!"

"Ummm.... I don't think I want to find out what a cheeseburger would do to me," Mitch said. He turned away from the McMeal with an effort of will.

"Yeah," Jerry agreed. "And God knows what the french fries would do. Let's get out of here. The smell is making me hungry, and I don't want to eat anything else here until we can figure something out." Jerry got up and started moving upwind.

Mitch sighed and reluctantly followed Jerry away from the enticing aroma. "Like what?" he complained. "What are we going to figure out? If cheeseburger trees exist we're in some weird reality that doesn't make any sense at all."

"Yeah, I know -- and it's a good thing we didn't find a milkshake tree or I might not have been able to resist it," Jerry said with a combination of disappointment and relief.

"Idiot," Mitch said. "Everyone knows milkshakes grow on bushes, not trees." Without really thinking about why he did it, he cupped his little boobies protectively while pushing his way through the brush.

Unconsciously, Jerry copied Mitch's action while giving him a disgusted look. "It's getting dark. We'd better find a place to sleep. Hopefully we won't change much since we haven't eaten again."

"But we've been breathing!" Mitch argued. "Maybe we'll become airheads!"

The two boys continued bantering as they hunted for a place to spend the night, finally choosing a heavy growth of palm trees that would at least block any wind.

 

Interlude 5

 

"Want a french fry, Skipper?" asked the young man.

"Thank you little buddy, mmm, these are good!"

"I was wondering, how does the Professor make them hot like this?"

"Well," mused the Skipper, "they wouldn't be as good cold."

"I guess not," agreed the young man who was older than he looked. "Are the cheeseburgers safe to eat? Those two seemed pretty worried about that."

"Well, of course they're safe to eat!"

"I was just wondering, 'cause if you are what you eat, I wouldn't want to be a cheeseburger. I mean, I like cheeseburgers, I just wouldn't want to be one."

"They're not going to turn into cheeseburgers. That would be silly. Besides, they didn't eat the burgers."

The young man thought about it for a bit. "Hey, maybe they could turn into cheesecake! I like cheesecake."

"Me, too, little buddy," agreed the big man. "Me, too. Let's talk to the Professor."