In spite of the closeness to Tarzan's privates feeling strangely attractive, you cannot help yourself from being disgusted with yourself, and rightly so. You're an ape and not only are you dramatically shrunk, you are Tarzan's sex toy! How humiliating is that?!!? What you did certainly has not warranted something THAT bad! This is worse than prison, and by far! However, you are too selfish to really consider that indeed, you actually DO deserve this sentence. You did a heinous crime and this is what you should get. You are not sentenced to death, but your perpetual humiliation sounds good. And the humiliation appears to have no end. As the Lord Of The Apes swings deftly from vine to vine, and goes from branch to blanch, his penis bumps you in the face repeatedly. Not enough to your nose even more. It's like a huge sausage bludgeoning you. A sweaty, smelly sausage with a vile fold heralding what you shall grasp soon enough to please Tarzan. To get away, you pull accidentally at the pubes of the ape man, who grunts and pats his foul loincloth. You fall at the bottom of it and get lightly squished by soft, itchy balloons, covered by coarse hair. You understand quickly that you are being hugged by Tarzan's testicles. Ugh! That is so vile! And the smell! The odor of sweat is overpowering, as foul as it is musky and enticing. The simple idea of having to spend your foreseeable future there, inhabiting the pubes and balls of Tarzan to satisfy him whenever he wishes makes you want to hurl in disgust. And it does not seem like Tarzan has met Jane yet, so you'll be stuck relieving him, probably more than a few times a day. He's a male bursting with testosterone and the bodily needs that go with it. And you? You're a stinky tiny ape serving as a sex toy for this image of male virility. Oh, you are so envious of the ape man's body that you might just burst with jealousy! So out of pure spite, you bite Tarzan's testicles, making him jerk in pain and shout. You do it again. You bite his penis, and too bad if it's absolutely disgusting! Hollering in pain and cursing, Tarzan unties his loincloth and lets it drop. Luckily, you weren't far from the ground at all and the stained old cloth cushions your fall. But you barely have time to be happy about your revenge. You sense a large hand pick you up and stare in the wide, grinning and gigantic face of a man who is clearly a jungle sorcerer...