The pungent aroma of burnt incense assaults my senses, stirring me awake and forcing my eyes to flutter open. I find myself in a stranger's bed. Wood, stone, and animal furs line the walls in a crude yet functional fashion. I immediately recognize that I'm inside a primitive hut of some design, and as soon as I begin to rise from my position, I feel a strong hand reach out and grasp my shoulder before effortlessly pulling me back down into bed.
"Ahh, I see you’re awake." spoke a deep, feminine voice.
"You’re still too weak to stand. Please, rest. You are in good care." I crane my neck to see my supposed savior, and my mouth fell agape. Beside me sits an Amazonian woman who was large in every sense of the word. I surmised that she may be well over six feet tall, but what was even more impressive was her immense girth. Her body was built like a fertility idol, with enormously fat breasts — each tit larger than my own head, perched atop her rotund and soft-looking belly. Her dark-skinned face was soft, yet mature, with wavy black hair running all the way down her back. As she reached over to dab my head of sweat with a cloth, I catch a glimpse of a dense, black thicket of matted hair beneath her underarms. She was one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, and she was seemingly naked save for a simple grass loincloth that draped across her tremendous hips and barely obscured her nethers.
“What happened? Who are you?” I manage to stammer out after gathering my wits.
“Ah, you must be confused. I am Kleo, Chieftain of the Amazon tribe.” She beamed with pride. “One of my daughters found you in the jungle, lost and fever-stricken. Men are such rare oddities here, we knew we had to nurse you back to health.”
The Chieftain’s story sounded true, at least from the hazy memories I could piece together. Before I could open my mouth to respond, Kleo gingerly placed her finger against my lips and shushed me. “You may ask more questions later. For now, you must drink and gain your strength back.”
Kleo lifted one of her heavy breasts with both hands before presenting the tender flesh to me. Her teat was dark like ebony, surrounded by massive areola that encompassed the entire lower half of her breast. As the Chieftain manipulated the meaty orb, I could see rivulets of her alabaster breastmilk trickle down from her thick nipples as they inched closer to my parched lips.