Jane, Queen of the Jungle!
After vine swinging for a couple more hours you find yourself quiet thirty. You spot a small pond near the tree you had just landed on. Climbing down from the tree you walk over to the pond. At the water’s edge you stop for a second to see your reflection. Seeing yourself with your hair longer and wearing your loin cloth you look exactly like what people think of when they think of Tarzan. Looking closer you notice that your muscles seemed to have grown. You look like a bodybuilder who has been working out all day, every day.
“I look amazing!” you said, laughing. You flex your arms and your biceps grew to the size of grapefruits. You laugh again. After staring at your reflection for a few more minutes you cup your hands together and take water from the pond into your mouth. As it touched you lips you were surprised by how good the water tasted. You took several more sips from the pond, savoring every drop.
Having quenched your thirst you were about to leave when you suddenly heard a cry. It sounded like your cry but it was softer. You turned around and got into a defensive position, to teach the thing going that nothing seeks up on the king of the jungle. Dropping from the trees you see that the person who gave the cry was a woman. This woman was tan like you. Also, like you, the only clothes she was wearing was a leather-like halter top that covered her breasts and a loin cloth. She had muscles as big as you and her brown hair was long. She looked like a female version of you. She was gorgeous. You blinked a couple of times. She slimed seductively as she walked right up to you. She touched your chest with a finger and started to trace her finger on your chest when she said,
“I knew it was you when I heard your impressive jungle cry,” she whispered in your ear.
You just blinked. “Who are you?” you said. The woman looked hurt. “Don’t tell me you can’t remember your wife?”
“Wife!!?”
She sighed, “You must have been fighting that lion to many times.”
“Okay, five years ago, I, Jane Potter, came to this jungle to study the animal life. I found you and we fell in love. I decided to stay here with you. To survive, you feed me your magical bananas that gave you your strength. Once I eat them Jane Potter was reborn as Jane, Queen of the Jungle!” Jane beat her chest and yelled. You still blinked.
“Honestly, Tarzan. Sometimes you can be so simple minded,” she said then let out a happy sigh. “But that is why I love you. You are so simple to understand.”
“Thanks,” was all you can say.
Jane drew closer and warped her arms around you. “Just promise me that when you fight that lion again take me along with you. I want to teach that lion a lesson for making my wonderful husband forget about his wife,” she said in a seductive and eager torn.
“You sure you can take him on, dear?”
Jane smirked. “Please. This Jane is no damsel in distress!” She raised her arms in a double bicep pose causing muscles as big as yours to appear.
You touched her muscles. “Wow, Jane. Your right!” you said.
Jane then said, “Well that is enough touching for now. It’s getting close to dinner. Lets head back to the treehouse and I’ll cook-up a huge meal for my special husband.”
“Sounds great,” you said happily.
You and Jane climbed up the nearest tree. Grabbing a pair of vines you both started swinging. As you both swung you and Jane let out your respective cries.