Tarzan swings from branch to branch and climbs up and down trees. The hunters are still around and Tarzan can escape them easily. He knows that. But fleeing them is not is goal. The hunters are here to capture wildlife or kill animals and he opposes this fiercely. Getting away from the poachers will not protect his animal friends. He needs something more... drastic. Permanent. That's what he went to a sorcerer in the darkest reaches of his jungle. The sorcerer gave him this shrinking potion. With that he could protect his friends and punish the evil-doers. Tarzan just had to bring the shrunk hunters to the sorcerer, always on the lookout for humans to transform. These are bad men so Tarzan thinks it is not evil. Soon the hunters will be hunted.
And as Tarzan observes them, camouflaged, the four men do not understand they are looked at, stalked, and about to become prey. While they go through a very narrow path, Tarzan swings from a vine and pours the potion upon the screaming men. They shout and fire their rifles bur the ape-man is already gone and he's vanished very swiftly. At once, the hunter get smaller and smaller. Their clothes too but not their equipment. They panic as they see nature looming over them. Now everything is dangerous! From the tera in Tarzan's loincloth, you watch all of this amazed. You feel Tarzan swinging again, snatching the shrunk hunters and dumping them into his loincloth. He laughs merrily, delighted at the situation. He travels across trees again, laughing all the way. His friends are safe!
Except in his loincloth, things aren't rosy for the little passengers. You are disgusted at being bumped against Tarzan's penis and clinging to his pubes is just vile. His smell is simultaneously stimulating and disturbing. The hunters are even more repulsed at their present location and shout and writhe in deep revulsion. They see you and they think you might attack them. You're a gorilla after all, and your grunts to explain who you are achieves naturally nothing. Tarzan just giggles at the tickling sensation you all create. He pats his crotch affectionately, telling you all that you'll be fine and that he's in charge now. He is much amused at how the hunters are making him aroused. He asks you all to stop the tickles upon his testicles too.
Tarzan hurries on to the sorcerer's place and he fishes out the five of you. The sorcerer smiles evilly and places the four men in jars, heedless of their pleas. He's got plans for them. Tarzan is very glad at the notion of these hunters getting a good serving of poetic justice. Hopefully their mysterious disappearance shall deter others from entering his domain. But then the sorcerer stares at you. He knows. You know that he knows. He is aware that you are a transformed human, and not an actual gorilla. What will he do? Will he tell Tarzan? Will Tarzan keep you? Will he leave you with the sorcerer? Will regain your normal size? And what fate awaits the hunters?