This story originally appeared in Gent Magazine, July '91.

It's quite good, but he doesn't spend enough time describing
the actual growth.  Perhaps someone would like to embelish?!

Sandman
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                   Fruit of The Amazons
                     by Daniel Darien


        WHEN THEIR HELICOPTER CRASHED IN THE JUNGLE,
         THEY THOUGHT IT WAS THE END OF THE WORLD,
            BUT IT TURNED INTO THE MOST SENSUAL
                 EXPERIENCE OF THEIR LIVES.


After more than 20 hours of riding airplanes, Jeff Markel was
relieved to be on the final leg of the trip -- the helicopter
ride.  He knew he probably should have been looking out the
window of the helicopter because after all, it wasn’t like he’d
ever been in the Amazon basin before, but the myriad of flights,
delays and time changes had taken their toll.

So, in her own way, had his traveling companion, Jennifer
Davenport.  She was a tall, rail-thin blonde and if she made any
effort, he thought, she could have been beautiful, though her
modest breasts and narrow hips made her a little too shapeless
for his tastes.

But physical appearance wasn’t the kind of thing she was likely
to worry about, or even consider.  In that regard, she was just
like her father, Professor J. Edward Davenport.

Jeff had been surprised when the professor had approached him
about joining this archaeological expedition to the Amazon.  He
had done well in Davenport's class at Pacific State University,
enjoyed it, even - but archaeology wasn’t in Jeff’s future plans.

He understood better - and was only slightly annoyed - when the
professor said Jeff was needed primarily for physical labor.  "We
hire a lot of the natives," the distinguished, gray-haired man
had said, "but for some of the more delicate work, we need
someone we can instruct and communicate with directly."

He thought about it for a night and then agreed.  It was a chance
he'd probably never have again, and it beat spending the summer
working on the family farm.  So he'd said yes and busily prepared
for the trip, only to find out at the last minute that he'd be
leaving a couple of days after the rest of the party in order to
accompany some of the expedition's late-arriving equipment.

"This also means you’ll be traveling with my daughter," the
professor had told Jeff.  "She was going to have to fly down on
her own because she doesn’t finish classes at Harvard until the
day after the rest of us leave.  This will be better for both of
you."

As it turned out, Jeff would have rather traveled alone.  As a
companion, she was about as lively as his carry-on bag.  She
hadn’t said 20 words to him in their 20 hours together.  Still,
the delayed departure had its good side: it had given him two
more nights with his girlfriend Missy, which, of course, was
another reason he was so tired.

Missy had certainly made his last night a memorable one, Jeff
thought with a smile.  He got his first indication of what he was
in for when she greeted him at the door of her apartment clad in
a thin lace negligee.  Her long, dark hair had covered more of
her 38D breasts than the thin material had.

"We better get started," she said, leading him toward the
bedroom.  "I'm going to drain your cock so dry, you won’t even be
able to get a hard-on until you get back.' And then she did her
best to live up to her words, first sucking his cock, then
wrapping her massive breasts around it and tit-fucking him.  Then
sliding...

His reveries were interrupted as the helicopter shook violently
and a deafening, grinding sound filled the fuselage of the noisy
aircraft.  The pilot looked over his shoulder, wide-eyed, and
yelled back to them, "The transmission just gave out!  Hold on,
were going down!"

The helicopter yawed sickeningly as the pilot fought the
controls, trying to find a place to land.  But in the dense
growth below, it was a hopeless task.  The copter tore into the
thick vegetation of the jungle with a crash that could have been
heard for miles - had anyone been around to hear it.

Jeff had no idea how long he had been unconscious, but when he
came to, it was dusk.  He moved slowly, before deciding that he
was still pretty much intact, save for a massive headache.  He
looked at Jennifer, lifeless in the seat next to his.  Moving
with extreme effort, he was relieved to find that she was still
breathing normally.

The pilot, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky.  While the
helicopter had survived the impact in remarkably good shape, a
tree limb had smashed through the window directly in front of the
pilot.  With any luck, he died instantly, Jeff thought as he
turned away.

Jeff forced open a door and stepped out gingerly, circling around
to the cargo hold of the copter. Instantly, he realized the irony
of the situation.  They had almost everything they would need to
survive in comfort (a relative term, he knew): a tent, tools,
lanterns and cooking supplies.  But they had neither food nor
water; all of that had been sent along with the initial traveling
party.

He began pulling out equipment and setting up a campsite a short
distance from the helicopter.  He made sure it was far enough
away that he didn't have to worry about igniting the spilled fuel
from the aircraft when he lit a campfire.  After ringing the area
with lanterns, widening a small clearing and setting up a tent,
he returned to the helicopter to check on Jennifer; she was still
out.

"Jennifer," he said, shaking her gently.  "Wake up."

Gradually, she stirred.  "Oh." she moaned, reaching to a small
cut on her forehead.  "Where are we?"

"I wish I knew," he said.  "Are you okay?  Can you move?"

"I think so." she said.  He helped her out of the wreckage and to
the tent.  She quickly went back to sleep, leaving him to get
through a restless night of listening to the rain forest's
unfamiliar sounds.

Jennifer had made a remarkable recovery by the next morning and
did more than her share in continuing to salvage materials from
the wreckage.  Next, she helped Jeff bury the pilot without
complaint.  Then she asked the question he'd been considering all
night: "Now what do we do?"

They had no idea if the pilot had sent any kind of Mayday
message, but agreed that for at least a few days, they should
stay near the downed helicopter and wait for a search party to
show up.  And indeed, they had heard the sound of an airplane
late that day, but it was far in the distance.

By the afternoon, Jeff had learned quite a lot about Jennifer,
and was becoming grateful for her company.  She was 19, but had
been joining her father on these expeditions since she was 12 -
just after her mother died, she said.  "I hated the first one,"
she said.  "But after that, I began to really enjoy them."

She had also picked up quite a bit of survival techniques along
the way, and together they set up a system to collect water from
the now-steady rainfall.  "Food will be a little tougher," she
said, "but I'm sure that some edible plants grow here; we just
have to find them.  You feel up to looking for them now?"

"Sure," Jeff replied, and off they went looking for food.

They left the campsite cautiously, taking great care to mark
their path, and moved carefully through the thick growth.  The
trip was not without its unpleasant surprises - they encountered,
but avoided, some enormous snakes - but after little more than an
hour, it had an unexpected payoff. An ancient stone ruin.

"Father would be envious," Jennifer said breathlessly.  "This
appears to be a completely unknown civilization.  The design is
like nothing I've ever seen."

It appeared to be a temple, they'd quickly decided, and then they
noticed the elaborate and ubiquitous drawings.  In all of them,
the women were depicted as being larger than the men (the women
were also incredibly well-endowed, Jeff noticed), and were
clearly dominant.

"Amazons?" he said doubtfully.

"It just couldn’t be," she said.  "That's just a myth."

"It sure looks that way."

"I know, but I don't believe it."

They went back outside and circled around to the rear of the ruin
- only to find an identical building behind it, with what seemed
to be a walled courtyard between.  The area inside the walls
appeared to have been a garden at one time, and even now was
filled with trees bearing a strange fruit that resembled an
orange, save for its blue skin.

"I think we've found some food," Jennifer said.

"Do you know what it is?"

"No, but they had to have grown it here for a reason."

They picked dozens of the blue fruit, but - despite their
increasing hunger agreed they should wait until they were back at
the campsite to eat, in case there were any ill effects.  They
got back to the campsite late in the afternoon.  Quickly, Jeff
peeled one of the hard-skinned fruit with a knife and took a tiny
bite.

"What does it taste like?" Jennifer asked him expectantly.

"Nothing," he said, surprised.  "It doesn't really seem to have
any taste at all."  He ate a little more, cautiously, then they
waited to see if he'd have any kind of adverse reaction.

After more than an hour, he said, "I guess it's safe, whatever it
is." He peeled another and handed it to her.  She took a large
bite and looked at him with a mixture of surprise and intense
pleasure.

"You liar!" she said, although not angrily.  "This stuff is just
heavenly!"

"What are you talking about?"

"This fruit!  How could you say it doesn't taste like anything?
It's so rich and so sweet."

"Honestly," he said, "it doesn’t taste like anything to me."

"Well, I think it's wonderful."

Jeff ate a few more of the fruit, but she devoured a dozen of
them with gusto.  "It really tastes that good to you?" he finally
asked.

"It really does." She finally finished eating and for the first
time, he saw her smile.  "You know, I think I'm going to sleep
well tonight." Fortunately for both of them, she was wrong about
that.

In the middle of the night, she shook him awake, breathing
heavily.  "What's the matter?" he asked.  "Is the fruit making
you sick."

"I don't know," she said.  "I feel kind of... strange."

He lit the lantern in the tent and turned back to face her.  His
mouth dropped open.  "Oh my god," he gasped.

Her shirt no longer lay flat against her torso.  Instead, it was
stretched by the outline of two large, firm breasts.  "Oh my,"
she sighed, unbuttoning the blouse and caressing her suddenly
impressive mams.  She looked at him and flashed a wicked smile.
"Do you like them?" she asked in a new, sensual tone.

"You’re ... spectacular."

In reply, she pushed him back onto the ground, rubbing her firm
breasts in his face.  Then she slid down until she was able to
give him a passionate kiss.  "I want you," she said.  "Now."

She moved down further, her breasts hanging pendulously and
brushing against his body.  She stopped moving downward when she
was able to take his cock into her mouth.  Gently at first, but
with increasing fervor, she sucked his organ until it stood
erect.  He started to get up, but she pushed him down again and
mounted him while running her fingernails down his chest.

He reached up and took her breasts in his hands, impressed by the
weight of each melon.  She began to writhe and buck atop him.

"Oh, Jeff!" she cried.  "Give it to me hard!  Harder!"

He did his best to comply, but she continued to urge him on,
moaning and gasping.  He tried to slow down, if only to prolong
his own pleasure, but she wouldn't let him.  Soon, he came in a
long, forceful orgasm.

Almost immediately, she was off him, stroking and sucking his rod
until he was stiff again.  This time, she knelt in front of him,
leaving a clear invitation.  He mounted her and repeatedly thrust
his cock deep within her while reaching around her to squeeze her
full, heaving breasts.  "Oohhh," she moaned.  "Yes!  Squeeze my
tits!  Fuck me harder, harder!  I'm coming... I'm coming!"

Her orgasm seemed to go on and on, sending spasms of ecstasy
through her body.  He came again, too, and they collapsed back
onto the ground, breathless but satisfied.

"What got into you?" he asked when he caught his breath.

"I think it had something to do with the blue fruit," she said.
"I guess I didn't sleep as well as I thought I would" she added
sheepishly.

I'm not complaining," he said as he reached over to stroke one of
her spectacular mammaries.

For the next four days, they made trips back to the temple,
carrying back as many of the blue fruit as they could.  Jennifer
continued to gorge herself on the strange food, and the effect
continued to be amazing.

By the fourth day, her breasts were impossibly large.  The
aureole were as big as saucers and the nipples as thick as
sausages.  And as her body had flowered, so had her libido.  Two
days earlier, they'd had to stop once on the way to the temple to
fuck, and on this day, they'd stopped both on the way there and
on the way back.

It seemed inconceivable, but Jennifer's breasts continued to grow
and the next morning, both aroused and curious, they dug through
the wreckage of the helicopter until they discovered a tape
measure.  It took Jeff a while to get her to hold still long
enough to measure her.  She kept pressing her breasts into his
face and reaching for his cock, but he finally managed.  She was
nearly insatiable, he thought.

"You measure 63-23-35," he said finally, in a tone approaching
awe.  "I wouldn't believe it if I didn't see it."

"Never mind seeing it," she said. want you to feel it.  I want -
I need you to fuck me again."

He willingly began to comply, but suddenly stopped.  Impatiently,
she reached for his cock, but he held her away.  "Listen!" he
said.

It was the sound of a helicopter approaching.  Quickly, they
threw on clothes and scrambled out of the tent, waving
feverishly.  The helicopter began to pass by, but suddenly banked
and came back.  "Stay where you are," boomed a voice over the
helicopter's loudspeaker, "and we'll come get you."

Jeff and Jennifer were airlifted back to Sao Paolo and pronounced
in good condition.  Jennifer, in fact, was ready to stay and join
her father's expedition, but the old man had scrubbed the trip,
saying the weather hadn't been cooperating.

Within a few days, the two were back in the States, waived
through customs by sympathetic officials aware of their "ordeal"
Jeff had said goodbye to Jennifer in Miami as she prepared to
board a flight to New York while he awaited his to Los Angeles.
With her father (who remained visibly puzzled by his daughter's
sudden and magnificent development) standing by, the goodbye had
been far more reserved than either of them had desired.

"See you soon," she said after a long, slow kiss.

"I hope so," he said.

"Oh, you will.  I'm just going back to school to get my things.
I'm transferring to Pacific State, so I'll see you there when
school starts in the fall ' "

He was still smiling about the thought of being in school with
Jennifer when he got home.  Exhausted - as much from his nights
with Jennifer as from his days in the jungle - he was nearly
asleep in front of the television set when he heard a knock at
the front door.

It was Missy, only marginally more dressed than she'd been the
last time he'd seen her.  "Hi," she said huskily.  "I thought you
might need a little nursing back to health."

"Actually, I'm just fine," he said as he ushered her in and
closed the door.  "But I'm glad you're here because I brought you
something from the Amazon." He reached inside a backpack beside
the sofa and turned around holding a blue, orange-sized fruit.

"I think you’ll like this," he said with a smile as he handed it
to her.