Growing mysteries.

Johnny, it turns out, was extremely well-versed in sailor’s lore. The sea is a great unknown, and the multicultural crews of hundreds of ships across hundreds of years has led to a complex tapestry of myths, legends, and stories of the supernatural that sailors and pirates alike share, add to, and venerate. Johanna had always been fairly dismissive of these tales, but Johnny, it seemed, had been curious, and a good listener.

“But that’s the problem, Johanna,” He said, after an hour of winding through the nearby jungle, “I’ve heard dozens of stories about curses and magical creatures and strange islands, but precious few of those stories have a real solution or explanation.”

Johanna paused to wipe the sweat from her brow. Everything seemed much hotter today. “So you’re saying you don’t know where to start investigating?”

“Or even what to look for. Or if everything is related. The, uh, lust spell might be separate from the healing and the, uh. Physical changes.”

This wasn’t news Johanna wanted to hear, but she wasn’t sure what she expected. This whole situation was so far beyond ordinary that she wasn’t sure there would be an acceptable explanation. “Wait, you said changes, plural. I thought the only physical change we’d noticed was your enlarged manhood.”

Johnny blushed and turned away, “Um. Maybe it’s just my imagination, but your, uh, posterior seems fuller.”

Johanna twisted to look down at her rear, horrified, “You’re telling me my ass is getting fat?!”

“No! Your ass is, uh, perfect. I just think there’s a little more than there was yesterday.”

Johanna wondered how much time Johnny had spent checking out her rear if he had noticed it before she did, but her trousers definitely felt a little tighter than they had yesterday. Given that they were already something of a close fit, she probably would have to start going pantless if this continued. “I don’t like the idea of someone or something else making changes to my body, Johnny.”

Johnny scratched his head. “Do you think it might have something to do with the water? The pool looks clean and tastes fine, but if we follow the waterfall upstream, we might find something.”

Johanna gave an exasperated sigh, then shrugged at the younger man. “It’s a better idea than wandering in circles, at least. Given how much it rained last night, I was hoping the source, wherever it is, was mostly fed by clean rain.”

With that, the two turned back, “By the way, Johnny…”

“Yes?”

“Your newly enhanced erection is going to rip a hole in those trousers if you keep staring at my ass like that.”