You stare at a giant familiar face-it's one of those who testified against you. He stares at the soiled loincloth and frowns as he notices you. You sense fear seize you and grip you almost painfully. Is he going to recognize you? Unlikely, in truth. Because now you are a minuscule ape, reduced immensely in size. And he's just one of those who testified against you. You doubt he had access to your punishment or rather the details of your sentence. So he should not be able to pinpoint you as you are now to what you've done. After all, you've been so much transformed that no one would see you for what you were previously. Even you would not believe it. Besides, you are covered in cum, which has at least this single advantage, which nevertheless disgusts you to your very core.
"I see you have a tiny friend in there," smirks the man. "Is that a new friend of yours?"
"Yes. But that not real ape transformed by Tarzan. That fake ape brought by the law court from where you come from. Tarzan knew immediately. Tarzan knows your kingdom send bad men to my kingdom so I punish them, like they should."
The man shrugged.
"Yeah, I testified against a criminal recently. But I can't tell if it's that one. If it is, he deserves worse though, considering the crime he's done. I just know that some are turned into animals. It depends and anyway I am not allowed to know any specifics of a sentence. But if he's here, he's certainly deserved it."
He then taunts you, calling you a filthy sex toy and mocks your state, appearance and size. And you cannot do anything but put up with that awful humiliation!
"But you know," says the man. "I am on better terms with a nearby sorcerer than you are. He makes more interesting spells than the others. You want to have fun with that convict that deserves to be horribly punished?"
Tarzan nods. He looks very enthusiastic. But you're not...