Jungle Hunt                  by: Paul G Jutras

 

As the final school bell rang, Paul leapt out of the second story classroom window and took off like a bat out of Hell. "Get back here!" Amy shouted from the window. "You're suppose to help me in detention, cleaning the classroom."

"Cleaning classrooms are for loser." Paul shouted over his shoulder as he ran into mailbox. Shaking off the impact, he got to his feet and ran all the way home.

"You're home early." Paul's mother said as Paul came through the front door and threw his book bag on a nearby chair. He quickly went into the kitchen to fix himself a snack when he notice a not so familiar back pack on the table.

"Where have I seen that before?" Paul wondered a moment then remembered. "Father must be home."

Paul's dad was an archeologist who had traveled all over the world. He hadn't seen him much over the years and enjoyed the quality time they did spend together. Especially when his dad would bring him some present from another land.

"How are you sport?" Paul's dad asked as he put down a native headdress and took a sip of beer. He then handed Paul a little statue. "I brought you something."

"This doesn't look like anything from a store?" Paul said curiously. "Are you sure it was okay to bring it home?"

"I did find it buried in the ground." Paul's dad winked. "Finders keepers after all."

That night, Paul laid on his bed and tossed a Nerf basketball into the hoop over his door. It was then that he noticed the eyes of the statue his father brought him start to glow. The surprise caused him to miss the hoop and roll onto the floor as he tried to scramble out of bed. "What?"

As he looked from behind the bed at a normal statue, he figured he imagined it. "Must of been a trick of the light." He thought as he stretched and got under the covers. "Time for bed."

That night, Paul started to dream. He found himself in a void of nothingness when a old man with a three or four foot penis appeared before him. "Greetings." He said as he danced around. "I'm the spirit of the earth. I came to warn you that the spirit of destruction is about to enter your life."

"You're joking...right." Paul said nervously."

"This isn't a joking matter." The old man kept dancing. "When things are at its worst, you must do this dance to bright out to summon the power to stop him."

"That dance is stupid."

"Stupid or not, remember it."

"This is just a dream." Paul said as he approached the man and was stopped by a force barrier. As he tried to force his way through it, an electrical force knocked him to the invisible ground. When Paul sat up; however, he found himself back in his bed. "I knew it was only a dream."

As he felt something about his neck, he looked in the mirror and saw he was wearing the old man's necklace. He couldn't take it off. "At least everyone at school will think it's something dad brought me until I can figure out how to get it off."

"Hi ya!" A 2 foot caveman said as he looked out the window. "The jungle trees have change into a jungle of mountains."

"Those aren't mountains, they're buildings." Paul explained.

"Build - ings?" The caveman said in a confused voice. "What that? Where jungle?"

"There's no jungle here." Paul explained. "Except the concrete one with buildings people live in. I also find it a little hard to believe that you are the Spirit of Destruction."

With anger in his face, the little man leapt on a table with his spear and carved a mystical symbol on it. From the symbol a wave of water rushed upward and washed the two of them out of the house and into the street. The town soon became flooded. Flooded enough for a whale to drift off course from the ocean.

"This is impossible." Paul thought as the cave man grabbed Paul's hand and floated him up on top of the whale, piggyback style. Paul looked up to see military forces flying over head trying to figure out how to handle the problem. As the airforce and navy started to open fire, Paul figured out how the little guy got the name Spirit of Destruction.

"We've got to do something, we're in deep trouble." Paul said as his mind shot back to his dream of the old man with the crazy dance. Despite the shaking of the whale, Paul got to his feet and began the crazy arm and leg gestures. Doing the chant in his head.

"So Hot!" Paul thought as his hair became long and the color of the green earth. His breasts grew to large DD as he found herself dressed in some kind of jungle native skirt and bikini top. His pussy so hot that he collapsed to his knees and panted with exhaustion.

"This is no time to space out." The caveman said as Paul looked his new body over with shock. he turned and looked at him with a nod. Getting back to his feet, he continued to dance despite the strange feeling of his jiggling breasts. His feminine body glowed with magic and raised the whale out of the city and took it back to the ocean and light speed. It moved out from under the two so fast, Paul and the caveman dropped onto a plane's cockpit. With his breasts in the pilot face, the plane nearly crashed in its landing attempt.

As the water drained out of the city, the citizens went after the whale meat that got blown off. Paul also notice the magic he had used had caused the caveman's body to start to glow. He stood worriedly as the caveman grew before his blue eyes into a giant prehistoric monster.

"Is this the end of the world thing the old man spoke of?" Paul thought as he stood in the skyscraper tall creature of over fifty stories. He watched as jungle veins crawled up buildings which seemed to transform themselves into giant trees. "How am does he expect me to defeat that?"

As the creature turned, Paul could only think of running at first to avoid being stepped on. He quickly ducked into alley as the creature went pass on its rampage of destruction. With no plan, Paul wasn't sure what could be done to save the planet.

"The Spirit of Destruction has returned." The Spirit of Earth said as he appeared beside Paul. "You must use your full power to stop it. You'll be lucky if the world has another hour."

"You must become the true mother of all spirits." The old man said as Paul didn't like the way he put things. Or where the conversation seemed to be heading. "As the father of all spirits I command you to dance and feel the living spirit in ever object in the world."

"I'll try my best." Paul said as he began a native dance and feeling the powers of the spirits entering his feminine body. It was small at first, then grew larger as he danced and chanted. The spirits all seemed to chant with him as his female body grew to the same height as the Spirit of Destruction. "I call upon the power of the spirits to help me save our planet."

Paul knew he had to stop the evil spirit but couldn't help but feel embarrassed as the town people used their camcorders to film up his skirt and his now giant breasts. He was torn between trying to cover himself and fighting for his planet. Torn enough to cause him to trip over a mailbox and fall against a still non- transformed glass skyscraper. The glass cutting into his exposed skin as he got back to his feet. He even had to pry a man from between his giant breasts and set him on a roof top.

"You have to stop him right now!" The good spirit declared.

"I know that." Paul replied as the creature shoved him to the ground. It chuckled as it stood over Paul's frail body. Paul could only let out a feminine scream as an energy beam from the creature's mouth tore off Paul's bikini top and full exposing his giant breasts. "But I'm scared and I don't think being big like this is solving our problem very well."

As Paul stood up trying to cover his breasts he collapsed back to his knees in tears. Not able to think of anything else to do, Paul took the creature by the face and pressed it between his two breasts. He felt them go erect and his pussy get wet as the creature snuggled up with his breasts.

"What are they doing." Were the murmurs going through the crowd as the spirits chanted and the creature shrunk back down to its former caveman form. Paul found his own body shrinking as well, much to his relief. He then shoved the caveman off of him and covered himself up.

"Hope there won't be many more adventures like that." Paul though as he also wondered if the Spirit of the Earth would return to him to normal or had other plans for his DD breasted body. He figured only time would tell.

THE END

 

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