Message-ID: <3574eli$9709011201@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: New TG from Waldo - Jane - Chapter 4b of 9b Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <970830115933_1159630070@emout10.mail.aol.com> Jane by Waldo Chapter 4b of 9b Tarzan is a copyrighted character and this story is not intended to infringe on those rights. While my Tarzan has a similar storyline, its purpose is to entertain without claiming credit for the orignal Tarzan. All rights reserved by Author. Not to be read by minors or sold without explicit written permission of the author ****** "Wake up!!" yelled Nasroi. Jane slowly opened her eyes which were very heavy and plastered as if she'd been asleep for a long time. As she tried to shake off the un-normal sleepy feeling, she opened her eyes to see Nasroi's beaming face in the next cell as he yelled at her "It worked. Now get us out of here." Still shaking off the letharginess of the sleep as she tried to figure out what her former lover was talking about, Jane looked down at her body - only to discover that her body that she was looking at, wasn't her normal naked female body. Her completely naked body that she was staring at, was Tarzan's much larger male body - only it was now her body. There was his familiar shriveled cock between his massive thighs but she was looking down at the area that was between her new muscular legs - the area that had always been her vagina. Instead of two mounds of jiggling boobs, there was a wide muscular chest covered with a thin layer of dark curly chest hair. The two most distinguishing female body parts of her body had been replaced with the corresponding male body parts. Her body obviously wasn't a woman's body any more. Shaking her head as if the simple motion would restore her sanity, she caught a glimpse of something just beyond her peripheral vision. Turning her head slowly to stare into the adjoining cell where she had last seen the unconscious Tarzan before she fell into her mysterious sleep, she now saw the naked body of an unconscious woman all slumped over so that Jane couldn't see the woman's face. She knew it was her real body, all slumped over, but she had to verify it. Jane's simple motion to reach through the cell's bars caused another shocking realization as she saw mannish, thick fingers reaching out from her body to touch the unconscious woman's face. She knew it would be her face that she would see but she hoped that somehow the face wouldn't be her face - that it would be just a dream. But when her large fingers lifted the small, delicate face, she knew that it wasn't a dream. It was clearly her face but from a perspective that she'd never seen before. It would be easy to pretend that she was looking into a mirror but she'd never seen her face with both of her eyes shut before. And the slack jawline and slightly droopy lips covered with drool gave her face a ghastly, almost dead appearance, which caused her to jerk and pull her arm back through the bars. The unconscious body in the next cell was her female body, but her long, dark hair was matted with blood - just as Tarzan's hair had been matted with his blood. She knew that anyone walking into the cave now would clearly recognize the unconscious female in the large cell as being Jane and the confused male staring at his own body as being Tarzan. She reached through the cell bars again, seeing his large hand and strong muscular arm lead back to where his body blurred into her upper body. She watched his hand move toward the unconscious body in the next cell, knowing that it was now her hand but still feeling confused as she tried to accept the transformation. She touched the other person's face again - the face that she'd been born with, feeling the soft cheek - the soft cheek of her former body. She tilted the unconscious body's head back, observing the nostrils feeling relieved when she saw that the slightly flared as the unconscious body breathed. She gently lifted one of her former eyelids, staring into a glazed-over unseeing pupil. The person that was really Tarzan was still alive and seriously hurt. Jane let her gaze drift down the slumped-over unconscious body, feeling strange as she moved but her former body didn't move. It wasn't a mirror that she was looking at but a separate body and that was why she still felt so confused. It wasn't her reflected image that she was staring at. Satisfied that Tarzan was still alive, she realized that she had to get them out of there. Jumping to her feet, she looked at her new arms, immediately recognizing the longer, bigger arms as being Tarzan's arms. Looking down at her relatively flat, muscular chest, she couldn't hold back the smile as she gazed at the massive series of muscles on her new wide chest which seemed so unreal after years of looking at her female breasts on her narrow chest. The small male nipples on her chest were almost hidden by the mass of soft curly hair that covered her hard chest muscles. She tensed her arm muscles, watching the muscles harden as she flexed the various muscles. She stared down at the relatively flat muscled chest covered with the thin layer of black hair that she had played with so many times as they made love. Then she stared at the naked, shrunken penis that was normally hidden behind Tarzan's loincloth, except when they were making love. Her lover's naked body looked funny from her new perspective as she stared at the small delicate pee spout between her legs that could grow so big and hard when Tarzan was aroused. The end of his penis was covered with the thin foreskin, hiding the cockhead which she had spent so many wonderful hours with it inserted into one of her orifices - and now it was part of her. She stared at the small sac behind the dangling penis, wondering how to keep that delicate bag from rubbing against her new legs. Her mind drifted from her current emergency as she thought about what it would be like to explore her new body - to use her new cock to make love. She felt a little thrill as she knew that it was something that she could use to penetrate her lover's body with - something that she could use to experience the thrill of love but from a man's unique perspective. As she stared at it and thought about the mysterious way that it grew bigger when excited, she began to feel a little movement from the stared-out male body part as it shifted by itself - like some mysteriously alive snake. She was startled from her review of her new body by Nasroi's repeated reminder "Get us out of here." She felt drawn to explore her new body, but she knew that Nasroi was right. She had to ignore the mysterious excitement of being thrust into a large and virile man's hard body, instead directing her attention on getting them out of their prisons. She stepped forward, noticing that the room seemed much smaller now that she had a bigger body. She grabbed one of the boards and pulled, immediately sensing the much greater strength within her new male body. She tugged on the board and saw it move slightly but not as much as she needed. Nasroi suggested "Pull on it again, but use your feet to push against the other boards as you pull on that one." Propping one of her large callused feet on the board, she began using a powerful combination of leg muscles, back muscles and arm muscles, as she tugged on the wooden board, feeling the thick board's nails give slightly more from her new body's much greater strength. That light give by the board excited her so she somehow found some hidden reserve strength and was rewarded by the sound of popping nails as the wooden board pulled loose from the other boards and away from the wall. She stuck the end of the board into the hole that she just created and used the leverage of the board to quickly pop another board away from the cell's support beams. That created a large enough hole so that she could ease her much larger male body out of the cell into the freedom of the cave. Two minutes later after finding the keys, she had Nasroi out of his cell, then opened up Tarzan's cell and examined Tarzan's still unconscious female body while Nasroi re-hid the Chalice. It was a strange feeling to stare at her former female body which now looked so small and delicate from her larger male body's new perspective. Her former face was the most difficult thing to examine because it didn't still seem real to see her face on someone else's body. She examined the blood-matted wounds on the head on her former body, carefully discovering that the bloody wounds had disappeared from the female body - probably as a result of the body exchange. Picking up her former unconscious body as easily as if it were a baby, she carried the injured woman's body out of the cell. Nasroi had finished hiding the chalice and suggested "They've probably got guards at the entrance. Why don't we hide in one of the other tunnels?" Jane grunted in Tarzan's baritone voice "Lead the way." She easily carried her relatively small and light real body through the dark tunnels following Nasroi, until he guided them into a small tunnel. Her real body seemed like a child's body because of it's relative smallness and light weight. She hadn't realized how small she really was until she looked at herself from this different and more normal perspective. The tunnel cumulated into a cavern that had some beds that were frequently used by mine workers. Jane placed her former body gently on one of the bed then turned to ask Nasroi in Tarzan's deep voice "Can you lead me to the entrance and then return here to guard Tarzan?" "We need to stay here. They'll discover that we're missing sooner or later and they'll come looking for us. If we leave, they might capture us again." Jane stood up straight, feeling the stronger and very thrilling power of her new body, feeling the greater height difference between this large muscular body and her real small female body, feeling the muscles ripple as she moved. She responded to the man who had been her former lover, hearing a hint of anger in her new deep voice "Not if I get to the bastards first. Show me how to get out of here and I'll kick their ass." "What do you think that you can do? You're only one person against twenty and they're armed. Tarzan might have been able to take care of them, but you're not Tarzan. Don't forget who you really are!" "What can I do? It's simple. I can kill the bastard and end this once and for all. As for who I am, I'm the person thats going to kill Brad, regardless of whose body I'm in." -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /