The leather bound loincloth would interest Michael greatly. He had always wanted to do a photoshoot that was more risque though Stacy had told him not to do it countless times. Today was going to be the day where he would, with or without her input. Hurrying into the changing area, he put it on and laughed at how he looked. The loincloth was much too large for him. It hung loosely on the sides and was exposing his more private bits of skin. Michael made a few poses in the mirror before then walking back out to Déick outside.
"Wonderful! Stacy is still changing, but we can start now! Just get in front of the camera and we'll start with a few warm up shots." Déick said as Michael followed instructions and would get into position. He bent his knees down and arched his body froward, as if expecting something. His loincloth would drag down as he did his best to not let it fall completely down.
*FLASH!*
The camera took the first shot as Michael's eyes would blink. His hair fell into his face as he pushed some away. But didn't he just get a haircut in preparation for the shoot today? Without thinking too much of it, he got into another position. This one was standing up straight, his chest puffed out and holding a fake spear.
*FLASH!*
The hair would now be down to his shoulders, curled and properly styled. Not only that but his hands were rough and callused. Déick didn't seem to notice this and would continue to flash photographs of him.
*FLASH!*
Now Michael noticed that his entire body was tanned. He would begin to feel his hair hit his midback as he would look at the camera fully this time.
*FLASH!*
The afterimages in his eyes would last some time, wiping them as he would try and speak. "Please no pictures." In a rough and low voice. His legs and arms would begin to grow as more muscle forms in them, the bottom of his feet darkened from the many years of running through the jungle. No! This wasn't right! He lived in the city, a couple of blocks down!
*FLASH!*
Another wave of disorientation hits Michael. His matted, dirty hair swats with every movement as he gets up and growls at Déick. "NO FLASH! TARZAN NO LIKE FLASH!" Not noticing his lack of communication now, he would instead, notice the pleasurable feeling on the now fitting loincloth that was tickling the tip of his longer cock. Lifting it up, he would be greeted by a ten inch rod, fully erect. His balls were the size of eggs, pumping wild semen into his body. A hand would gently squeeze the cock as he would simply moan.
*FLASH!*
Michael looked up to realize he wasn't in the studio anymore. He was now in the wide branch of a tree overlooking a great waterfall. His first instinct was to jump in, which he did. He plunged into the water below and would resurface. His massive body would wet down, his now hairy pits and ball would trickling along in the water as he got out. A yell from above would tell him that somebody was coming. A muscular woman with brown hair, just as strong as he was, would swoop down from a bone and stand before him.
"Me Michael. Come from City." He tried to I troduce himself to the woman before stopping. Something about that felt wrong. Based on the reaction of the woman, it was probably wrong. "You Tarzan. No Michael." A rush of memories came to him, being born in the jungle here, being raised by apes and surviving here despite the odds, even his many victories. The most recent one lied on his waist, a perfectly fitting loo cloth that covered his more intimate bits. The wan would step closer to him, their sweaty bodies touching as they shared a passionate kiss. Tarzan would break it and smile. "Me Tarzan. You Jane. Am home now." The two would yell together before swimming to the shore. Jane would force him down as she ripped off her clothing and flipped up his loincloth, revealing his cock. Thrusting her vagina onto it, Tarzan and Jane would fuck wildly for hours on end.
Meanwhile, back with Déick, Stacy would step out in the costume she selected.