Tarzania, woman of the jungle

All her life, Tarzania had been living with apes. First found floating down the river in a basket as an unwanted baby thrown downstream by her parents after a long trek to the forest from the nearest village, she had miraculously survived everything the harsh jungle threw her way and ended up catching the notice of an ape tribe resting by the river. They took her in as their own and taught her the ways of the jungle.

Now, Tarzania was a wild girl. The type civilised society would turn their noses up at and chase away, not that Tarzania ever wanted approval from human society. She had become more monkey-like in behaviour than human anyway, and she couldn't relate to them.

Tarzania grew up from a lost crying baby to a fine young woman. She didn't wear clothes, leaving her plump perky breasts for all to see. Modesty was a word that was unfamiliar to her, not that she knew how to speak anyway. Monkeys didn't have language, and that suited her just fine.

For today, Tarzania had finished her shower at the nearby waterfall, taking in the beauty of nature as she ran fingers through her long, messy blonde hair.

After that, it was time for some fun. One benefit of living an ape's lifestyle is that aside from having to find food, eat, and shower, there weren't much responsibilities. Maybe the occasional picking of fleas and bugs from the fur of other monkeys, but she wasn't one to shy away from social gatherings.

Tarzania was free as can be, letting out a animalistic yell as she leapt off a high tree, swinging using a long vine as her fat ass and breasts felt the chill of the wind rushing past.