Still panting heavily in the aftermath of your exhausting orgasm, you spot something out of the corner of your eye; a small patch of light-brown around your crotch that stands out from the pale skin surrounding it. Frowning slightly, you rub at the spot, thinking it must be a bit of mud or dirt you picked up while wandering in the jungle. However, as soon as your finger brushes across the spot of darker skin, another warm and tingling sensation immediately radiates outward across your entire body, nearly making your knees buckle at the intensity of the sensation.
Before your eyes, the spot of deeply tanned skin began to spread, covering both legs and feet before creeping upward over your torso, dying your entire body a dark caramel color. In fact, it wasn’t even accurate to call it a ‘tan’ anymore; instead, it was simply the natural skin-tone of the people who lived in this jungle.
A strong people. Blessed by the spirits of the jungle with beauty, grace, and the skills to thrive where few others can.
You blink your eyes a few times, confused at the sudden thought that crossed your mind. It sounded like your own voice, but in a language you had never heard before… or had you? You understood their meaning perfectly, and yet there was a rhythm and accent to them that sounded foreign to your earls.
While you were preoccupied thinking about this, your skin continued to darken until it was just a few shades lighter than the color of coffee. You watched in amazement as the last bit of white skin disappears from your fingertips, and you feel the tingle reach the top of your head and somehow know that every inch of skin on your body is now a dark, smooth, beautiful, natural brown.
…There it was again. The odd voice in your head, whispering in your ear and telling you how you must go deeper into the jungle. You must change more and more and become-
It takes all of your strength to keep yourself from losing control over your thoughts. You shake your head frantically to clear your mind, letting long, perfectly straight black hair fall down over your shoulders, a far cry from the short and wavy blond hair that had topped your head when you had entered the jungle.
The people of this jungle are handsome, and so shall you be. They are powerful…
At the voice’s encouragement, your chest and arms tense suddenly, bulging out with lean and powerful muscles that stretch your darkened skin tightly. You clench your fists and feel a new power flow through you, a strength that you hand never felt in your entire life before stepping into this jungle.
They have no need for useless knowledge…
In your mind’s eye, images of various objects flash through your head. A small box that you can hold in your hand, with pictures and faces on the front side. Voices and other sounds come out from it sometimes… Perhaps they are the voices of the gods or of your ancestors? You try to remember what this strange thing is called, but the knowledge just keeps slipping away from you the harder you try to remember.
You do not need to remember. Such things will not help you live in the jungle, among your new people. Only among them can you become complete…
At that final word, a surge of pleasure shakes your body once again, focused on the tip of your still half-erect cock. Barely able to see straight from the intensity of the sensation, you look downward and see the smooth, dark skin around the head of your dick becoming looser and stretchier, forming a thick and protective foreskin that moved upward to hide your sensitive cockhead from the elements. You bellow out another shout of pleasure as you once again paint the jungle floor with your cum, feeling more and more knowledge of the modern world disappear with every rope that soaks into the ground. Only vague (and slightly frightening) images of the technology and conveniences of the modern world remain in your head as you leap to your feet and begin to stumble through the jungle once again, desperately looking for anything that can tell you what on earth is happening to you…