They're given strange visions of lusty futures...

Though they didn't exactly have the nicest of bedding, sheer exhaustion and emotional strain helped usher the survivors into the realm of sleep without much issue. As their breathing began to even out and their bodies slipped into deeper unconsciousness something stirred in the night air. An invisible pulse began to creep out from the fertility idol and slowly snaked its way into the minds of the group, shaping and forming their dreams.

Brucie's dreams were such that even in the waking world he wore a big smile. He was on the boat again, out in the open seas as the sun bathed down on him. Only this time he was naked and basking in the glow as it tanned his smooth, olive skin. Beside him was Max, a thick mountain of hairy muscle working the oars. Brucie felt so safe, so certain at Max's side. He would be ok, he knew it, so long as he stayed by Max. The scene shifted and now he was rowing too, only this time he was sitting in front of Max, practically on the bigger man's lap. Brucie shivered with delight as he felt a cock press and poke at his olive buttocks. Yes, this is where he belonged, in Max's arms...

In the waking world, Sharon inhaled deeply before settling back into her slumber. She saw herself naked before a long oval mirror. Her body was athletic and firm, a vision of discipline. But the more she looked, the more Sharon began to see faults. The ticking of a clock pounded again and again from somewhere, ominous and evil. Wrinkles formed around her eyes and mouth, gray began to leak into her hair, her tits began to sag and deflate. Her skin hung loose, muscle withdrew and soon she was nothing but walking corpse waiting for the grave. Horror cut through her being. It wasnt fair! She needed more time! But the feeling began to recede and the most wonderful warmth came over her. Her body shifted, her stomach rounded with pregnancy and her life and beauty were returned to her. Desire filled her being, and a focus unlike any other she had felt before.

Lexi twitched a little before curling in on herself, sighing as images began to play in her mind's eye. She was standing in a bar that had been one of her favourite haunts back in college and a group of people swayed and danced with unheard music. Slowly, a person began to peel away from the crowd and approach her. Wearing only a pair of denim cutoff shorts and a sports bra the woman's tan body glittered with sweat from the cleavage of her perky breasts all the way down to her long legs. Lexi watched as the figure, currently faceless, danced slowly and with rhythmic precision. Her features began to solidify into that of a young Asian woman, and recognition shot through Lexi. It was her old roommate Lana!

Lana swayed hypnotically, envitingly, and Lexi felt her whole body tingle with excitement. Lana's tits heaved with every breath, her hips swaying this way and that. The form shifted, this time radically. Now a tall man stood in Lana's place. His jeans clung to his legs and showcased his bulging groin, his cotton short wet and clinging to his form, revealing the chiseled muscles underneath. When she looked at his face she instantly knew him as that of Gus Olafsson, the Norwegian foreign exchange student she had studied with. For weeks she had agonised over whether to ask him out, only for some sorority chick to beat her to the punch. Looking at him now, she felt the old desire rush back. She reached out, only for the world to shift and morph around her. Suddenly she was on her back, naked as the day she was born. Her confusion was fleeting, swiftly replaced by an explosion of pleasure. She felt Lana's soft tits press into her side, felt the other woman capture her lips in a fierce kiss. Weight settled between her legs and vaguely she saw the pale mountain of Gus' body loom over her. His cock pushed forward like a battering ram and punctured deep into her overjoyed womb.

While Lexi was lost in her dreams of a threesome, Max felt his own mind begin to shift and play. He saw himself atop a mountain overlooking a beautiful jungle vista that stretched to the horizon. He could practically smell the earth scent around him and found it envigorated him. Turning around he was greeted with the sight of the female members of his camp, although they were much changed. Instead of their modern clothes they were dressed in simple furs that did little to hide their modesty, and their bodies, as different as could be, were all uniformly heavy with child. They worked around a large fire, cooking the charred meat of some animal that Max instinctively knew he had killed for them. With that same level of preternatural awareness he knew that he was the father of the children that grew in these women. They were his tribe, and he was the leader, it was with his strength that they were fed, his strength that provided them with warmth, shelter and protection and it felt good.

Maria saw visions of herself sitting atop a throne, worshiped like an Aztec goddess of old by scores of naked young men, all of them looking at her in utter adoration. Her breasts were engorged with milk, her stomach swollen with child, and her pussy flowing with excited juices she felt powerful beyond belief. In her hand sat the idol, though in her mind's eye it was a wood carving of herself...

In the waking world a sudden cold breeze, swiftly followed by a spattering of rain blew through camp and Albert sat up at once, whole body shivering.

"Gah-fuuuck!" He squawked loudly, his sleep completely interrupted.

The rain wasn't heavy, but it was persistent enough that the others began to groan and stir. They cast bleary eyes around the camp as things grew damp.

"Fucking great," Spat Sharon, her features contorted in distaste. "Can't even get a good night's sleep in this fucking hell hole."

Max rubbed at his face for a moment, breathed in, breathed out and then stood up. "Ok, let's move further into the tree line. That'll give us better shelter against the rain."

There was a chorus of grumbles, but everyone reluctantly began to pack up and shuffle from the beach towards the nearby palm trees. Albert gathered up the radio and the rest of his gear and followed along, trudging in the moonlight. He didn't fail to notice the lingering glances that were thrown around, the strange way Sharon rubbed at her stomach, how Brucie practically clung to Max's side, how Maria moved with greater confidence.

Before his thoughts could ferment, Lexi approached him, slightly out of breath.

"What's up?" He asked, eyes locked on the ebony breasts as they rose and fell behind her shirt.

Lexi held up the tiny wooden idol. "Couldn't leave our little buddy,"

The two laughed and set down their new bedding for the night, completely unaware of the new sets of eyes that watched them from within the darkness of the jungle...