Sherman was panicked at her changing clothes but before she could process her new apparel, let alone feel comfortable with it, a net fell upon her from nowhere. It was weighed down by stones and she was forced to the ground. She screamed in fright and these screams only increased when native tribesmen erupted from the trees and from behind the trees to tie her fully into the net, attach her to a long pole and transported her through the forest, one strong man at each end of the pole. Sherman twisted and kicked, but the net was too tight and deceptively solid. She had barely tried to get out of it when she was attacked. All the men and the few women present were positively beaming and chattering happily. Sherman screamed at the top of her lungs but she soon got sore. It wasn't like the people seemed bothered in the slightest by it, either. Moreover, they sometimes poked her sides or different fleshy bits and slapped her butt or thighs with wide grins and more joyful chatting, making her infuriated evermore. Not that it was having any effect on them too.
Soon enough, they arrived at the village where everyone clapped and cheered, elated by the choice prey Sherman appeared to represent. Indeed, it got Sherman worried. Were they cannibals? Sherman got scared but quickly, among flutes, drums and a flurry of movements and tribespeople darting to and fro and inside then outside huts and rudimentary houses.She was placed upon a reed chair cushioned with large green leaves, dumped straight from the net in fact! But she had no time to protest or escape because people started to stuff her with drink and food. Coconut eater, milk and sugary fruit juices were poured into her throat. Spoonfuls were force-fed to her like feasts and libations. Root purees, chicken, pork, rice, a little bread, fruit purees and all sorts of filling ingredients. If she refused, she was chided and and big and fat matrons ordered her to eat more. She had no choice. They opened her mouth forcefully if she resisted and heeded none of her words or kicks. Worse, everyone grinned and was in heaven, it seemed. Except her. At regular intervals, they poked with laughs and appreciative comments at Sherman's belly, which got bigger and bigger, with even folds of fat developing. By the time they stopped feeding her the copious amounts of food, Sherman was exhausted, dizzy and naturally felt bloated to the extreme. She couldn't move a muscle. Everything slushed and turned in her belly. Powerless to stop them, she saw and especially sensed the tribesmen tie her to the reed chair with the leaves and carry her again out of the village. Everyone cheered and clapped anew, the air ringing with cries of joy and music. The walk lasted a very, very long time and Sherman felt herself drifting in and out. Near sunset, the men deposited her by a cliff with a gigantic mountainous waterfall. Sherman frighted. Were they going to throw her off this mountainside? At least her terrible bellyache, bloating and dizziness would be over... But the men lighted torches, one sounded a large trumpet and they left and the sun was dipping below the horizon. Sherman was left in the lush environment, tied and bloated, all alone. Then, a gigantic animal appeared in front of her.