Andrews booming call echoed throughout the entirety of the surrounding jungle, frightening several tropical birds and lizards from their appointed roosts. He was obvious to them however, enjoying the freedom of swinging through the thick foliage, feeling the wind currents blowing upon his nearly naked body. An occasional gust would whoosh between his legs, causing his leather encased privates to tingle pleasingly.
He felt a natural at vine swinging, for as he reached the end of one fleshy green cord, another would be conveniently in reach, allowing him to keep a steady momentum. That was until he happened upon an especially tangled messed of vines, clustered in the midst of several overgrown trees. Andrew tried desperately to keep from smashing into the oncoming web of green, but all his efforts were too little too late.
'CRASH!'
From the last vine he'd been clutching onto, sweaty fingers slipped free, causing Andrew to plummet into the awaiting mass of lush tangled green tentacles.
"Help!" he cried desperately, muscular arms and limbs flailing as he became more and more ensnared by the twisting vines. All his efforts to gain freedom only worsened his situation however, as the more his body struggled, the more the vines crept around him, squeezing him, restricting his leather loincloth clad body.
"Tarzan need help! Ook, Ookruk, Greet!" Suddenly Andrew began grunting primarily, unable to help speaking in the third person.
'You're not the real Tarzan!' his mind stated harshly 'Don't start talking like a primitive ape!'
A sudden haze of confusion enveloped his mind however, it he wasn't Tarzan, what was he doing in a jungle? Clad only in a scrap of leather looped about his thick waist?
Thick waist? Had he been muscular before?
Andrew was in a sudden stupor over his predicament, as he continued to fight against the restricting vines. Soon his body felt week however, and he ceased all movement, hanging limply within the vines clutches.
That's what the plant had been waiting for...
For the moment Andrew halted fighting against the vines, the suddenly sprang to life, cording themselves even tighter around Andrews brawny arms and trunk thick legs.
"No...No, Help Tarzan!" Moaning, defeated, sweat pouring down his brow, Andrew could do nothing as the plant continued to restrain him.