The taste is bitter and stings, and you feel that you're getting weaker. The drug must be a hallucinogen as the tree branch and the ape man seem to be growing. Or you're shrinking? No, that's impossible. People can't shrink, can they? People can turn into gorillas, can they? Oh, yeah they can turn into apes, so why not shrink too?
Tarzan slips his lasso around your body under your armpits. He ties a slip knot, and applies constant pressure. The noose of the lasso seems to be tightening, but it doesn't feel tighter. You swing free of the tree branch as your arms and legs no longer can grip its tremendous girth. You swing in the air what seem to be miles above the ground. Giant Tarzan reels you in, and holding you with one hand removes the huge cable that is now tied around your waist. You continue to shrink until you sit in the middle of the palm of Tarzan's hand. He looks at you and shakes his head.
He whispers, "Oook, anooga mowi oglio ook pah ooooga, um ugh."
You now understand that he is telling you that he did this to you for your own good. Hunters are coming looking for gorillas, and wait they're here. He freezes and looks around. You hear branches breaking. His thumb drops to his waistband and he opens the top of his loincloth and drops you in the pouch. Darkness envelopes you, and then you see the tears in the leather. Three small tears like claw marks. You struggle to climb up the tree trunk toward the light. There is movement and wind blows through the holes.The leather and tree trunk press you against the warm creeper covered wall---no wait you're in Tarzan's loin cloth. That's not a tree trunk you're hugging, and the sound of blood rushing through the ape man's body as he swings through the trees reminds you where you are. You are half way up Tarzan's hardening penis, and you peek out the hole to see foliage rushing toward you as he silently swings from creeper to creeper. Your grip tightens, and the ape man's cock becomes erect pressing you against Tarzan's abdomen, as the leather pouch is stretched taut. The spicy musky smell of old leather and sweat becomes quite intoxicating to you as wetness and humidity from Tarzan's exertion fills the leather confines of the pouch.