"Come to bed, Jane!" the ape man says again.
"What? No way! I am a dude! Certainly not any Jane! Or a chick fore that matter! Change me back!" says the previous concvict forcefully - and indeed rightfully so, you think as a loincloth.
And as a new loincloth, you have no desire to see a sexual intercourse in action. Ugh! Sure he woman is hot - never if you cannot be the one screwing her, then there is no point.
"You obey, Jane!" demands the Lord Of The Apes. "Or I Tarzan will make you regret Tarzan's manhood!"
"Well, I've seen it enough in all those years. I'll pass," says with utter disgust the man trapped as a woman.
Tarzan just makes a grimace and rummages into a chest, taking out a phial that he throws unto the former man.
"What the...? Stop!" eructs the false female.
But Tarzan merely laughs and the changes arrive immediately. The so-called "Jane" sees her waist clenching, her thighs thickening and her butt expanding. Her hips widen dramatically, her skin becomes much more sun-tanned and her feet incredibly small and dainty. "Jane" has become a very, very sexy model of slim-thick and her big plump lips are certainly worthy of being any guy's wet dream.
"What... What have you done to me?" he sputters in indignation, touching himself all over.
"You do not want Tarzan as mate. So I have found you new mate. Maybe you like him better than Tarzan," he smiles with a smile that heralds nothing good for him - or rather her.
Tarzan crows a strange sort of call and soon a creature appears. An even stranger one. Scaly. With enormous webbed feet. A fish-like face. Wide hands with clans and webs. A gillman!
"Mate for you," Tarzan simply says.
The gillman looks at "Jane" and if his mouth is without expression, his eyes shine with lust. Instantly. Tarzan hands him a rope and in no time the former dude is tied, ready to be enjoyed by the monster. The monster certainly looks delighted by this gift. He fondles her appreciatively.
"Good mate. Good for eggs. Good fertility. So pretty. Luscious. Such good mate," he says with difficulty. "Make good eggs. Healthy eggs. Make so, so good mate. Good plentiful milk with big breasts."
He then grabs a foot of his new wife. His eyes take on a new spark of desire.
"Feet! Feet pretty! Feet dainty! Feet... Feet... ticklish?" he says.
And without warning, he starts tickling the arc of the foot of his new wife, who absolutely twitches and chortles, helpless on the ground. She lets out peals of incontrollable laughter. The gillman is having a very good time, scratching and kissing the foot that he sees as the object of his current desire.
"Coochie coochie coo! Coochie coochie coo!" says in pure glee the gillman monster. "Mate so ticklish! Mate so fun! Ticklish mate is fun mate! Fun mate good mate!"
Tarzan sees that his friend is happy with his new spouse. As she lays here, breathless, the gillman picks her up and leaves, promising Tarzan fish and other foods in exchange for such a good mate. The fate of this former guy makes you want to vomit. Maybe being Tarzan's loincloth isn’t so bad after all? What will happen to you once your sentence is up? How long will it be? And what will your life be? What will Tarzan do to you once it is up?