Metropicalis – a jungle city on a tropical island nearly twice the size of Australia with lush green trees filled with fruit and exotic flora and mild warm climate. It is home to anthropomorphic apes and monkeys of a variety of species including simians, orangutans, gorillas, mandrills, etc. and some can have an odd and rare variety in the color of their hair/fur. But their feet are more akin to humans, plantigrade with a big toe.  Their homes can be found in one or two story treehouses, apartment complexes made from hollowed out trees, houses, stores and buildings on the ground, and even in cavern systems in the mountains. Vine swinging is their main mode of transportation. Some of the modern technological conveniences exist like refrigerators, microwaves, and TV are the high extent of this world. Also, like a nudist colony clothing is nonexistent save for some wear in the workplace like helmets, aprons, and the like.
Meet the main subje-…er character of this story, Torke Tarzanian. An anthro gorilla who stands 6’7” ft tall with dark navy-blue fur/hair all over his body except for his face with sideburns, ears, chest, crotch, hands and feet that is leathery silvery grey skin. His physique is more like a runner’s build with strong pectorals and 6 pac abs and his male hood is nearly ten inches long. His arms and legs are at even length yet less bulky still showing off sizable biceps and calves for lifting tremendous weights and running long distances. An Adonis ape.

Beneath a great jungle canopy where patches of late afternoon sunlight bleed through the tropical leaves and branches, a whistle tied to the side of a tree blew that overlooked a large construction site area.
“Okay, boys, 5PM! Work’s over! We’ll pick this up next Monday!” called out a brown hairy pudgy gorilla donning a hard hat and orange safety vest.
The gang of apes, donning similar gear dropped what they were doing from hammering nails, cranking the pulley and lever system to lift materials, and carrying long planks of lumber. Two friends that held a huge piece of lumber at both ends set it down in a nearby pile, one being the navy-blue gorilla with gray skin, our main character Torke, and the other Baju, who has the same body build and physique as him but has long blonde fur even with a braided goatee with black leathery skin instead. 
They along with the other coworkers grunted, groaned and stretched after a long day’s work. They took off their gear and stashed them away in nearby bamboo lockers that leaned on a grey boulder. 
“Ready for a round of drinks at the Happy Hour Hammock?” Torke said as he stowed his hard hat and orange safety vest in the locker and took out a waist pouch filled with coins and some bills to put on.
“Only if you’re paying and not leave the bill with me again like last time while you drunkenly tried to hit on some females around the back of a nearby tree.”
“Hey, I promised to pay you back, didn’t I? Just get back to you after next payday. But I’ll pay this time, I promise!” 
“I’m gonna hold your word onto that. Or I have to put you on leash every time we go drinking.”
“Leash? You know I’m not into bondage. Heh heh.” Torke joked while Baju just rolled his eyes.
Soon, the two and the other coworker primates ran and leapt onto the vines of nearby tropical dark bark tree that were as tall and wide as sequoias. They climbed the wooden giants until they were well over between 100-150 feet tall. 
After they gotten far up onto thick and wide sturdy branches, they caught the view of Metropicalis with its grand treehouses and tree shops, trees that were hollowed and converted into apartment complexes, more houses and buildings on ground level, stores from big malls to flea markets, and more. All built from the material that tropical nature could provide. 
They reeled in the vines that hung from the limb and prepped themselves to launch from the treetop. And with one great leap, they flew into different formations in separate directions, swinging from vine to vine, tree to tree in Tarzan like fashion.
Torke and Baju headed eastward toward their destination, passing by many other swingers and houses and shops, high and low, along the way. However, his eyes caught something on a large limb that made him turn around. Baju was puzzled by his friend’s sudden direction shift as he landed onto the next tree over until he saw what he was doing.
“Oh no, not again.” he groaned with a face palm.
On the limb where Torke headed to, there was fruit stand manned by a chubby male orangutan who lazily read a magazine with baskets and barrels of apples, bananas, strawberries and more that was embedded and jutted out of the tree bark. 
In front were a couple of brown and black female monkeys with voluptuous DD breasts and hourglass figures and long two-foot tails who chatted away. The brown furred one had long brown hair while the other shoulder length. 
He managed to go unnoticed by the two when he landed. Torke then waited for his ‘banana’ to be at full mast before he finally made his approach as he strutted up to them.
“And then I said to her-“
“AHEM! Ladies?” he said, interrupting their conversation as he beat his chest, gaining their attention while doing some posing and flexing and giving his dick attention. “You’re looking very fine this evening. Mind if we head to my place for an arousing game of King Dong in bed?” 
Baju shook his head as he looked on the pathetic display of wooing.
“Jeez, is this guy for real, Liang?” the black one said. 
“Hah! You really think a lame pickup line like that is gonna get you laid? Besides, I’ve seen better. Come on, Mara. Let’s swing.”
The two females left the male ape in his disappointed stupor. He just made a grunt and swung over to the branch where his friend was.
“Dude, you need to quit this. It’s clearly not working. Not to mention very embarrassing esp. for me.”
“Grrr…those girls don’t know what they’re missing.” Torke grumbled
“I’ve told you time and time again that you’re coming on too strong.”
“No, it’s not that. Just need to come up with something better next time.”
“Fine, whatever. Let’s go.” Baju replied, upset that his words once again still fail to knock any sense into Torke. “Never gonna get a mate at this rate.” He inaudibly mumbled.
They soon arrived at their drinking destination, The Happy Hour Hammock, an outside bar made from palm wood on top of a tree with a large square wooden base supported by large branches. The row of stools sat in front of the bar counter that was manned by lanky mandrill wearing a black apron who was washing a glass barrel mug with a banana handle. Behind him were a couple of long shelves with a wide variety of liquor from ales to gins to vodkas of different flavors. As the name of the place entailed, there were dozens of hammocks that hung from the tree’s branches and from trees nearby for the inebriated to rest upon. 
Torke and Baju sat in the center, in between a gray bonobo and black chimp. 
“Good to see ya boys again! Getting any construction done lately?” the mandrill said with Bostonian accent.
“Just finished with the foundations and starting on the walls. Anything new with you Paluki?” replied Baju.
“Eh, the same old, same old. So, boys, what’ll it be?”
“A guava gin for me.” Baju said.
“I’ll take the usual.” Torke added.
“Alright, a guava gin and a papaya pint coming right up.”
The sunset soon fell below the tree canopy for the moon to shine. The bar peaked in primate patrons an hour later, including more females. Torke took noticed of this as he finished his third drink of the evening, getting a bit tipsy. Though it didn’t deter his ability to flirt with some females on some of the hammocks, just his walking coordination a bit as he teetered slightly with every step.
“Hey there beautiful…*HIC! How about I join ya and…*URP let you have a taste of my banana cream?”
“Ugh, no thanks!” said one female brown gibbon as she got up and swung away.
“Torke, are you done yet?” Baju interrupted in an irked tone. “You promised to pay, remember?”
“Yeah, yeah. Give me a minute.” 
The two went over to the counter for Torke to pay as he opened his waist pouch. He took out some bills and coins and laid them down. It was then he realized.
“Uh, heh, heh, Baju? Can I borrow a few bucks?” he said while smiling nervously. The blonde gorilla only mustered out a sigh as he shelved out some money.
Just around eight after getting soberer, the friends were ready to part ways to their homes as they grabbed the vines of the thick launching branch. 
“You fine with swinging back home, Torke?”
“Yeah, I’m stable enough. See ya Monday.”
“See ya.”
Torke swung northward while Baju swung opposite way. 
The light of the full moon illuminated the jungle scene, more so than the tree streetlights, as he made his way back home. Vine to vine he went, as stores from above, below, and in between slowly closed for the day. Soon, he came across his neighborhood, an area of treehouses named Banana Grove Boulevard. And as its namesake, the place is littered with the tall banana trees all around.
It wasn’t long until he reached his house until something caught the corner of his eye that made him stop, hanging on the side of a tree.
“Huh?”
Looking up in the banana tree canopy, a sea of ripe yellow fruit overlapped the greenery. All except a bunch that were unnaturally pink. Curious, he swung over to where the oddly colored fruit were and examined it. Other than the color, nothing seemed to be wrong, it looked ripe without any kind of dark blotches and blemishes and good enough to eat. What was the harm in taking it, he thought? Plus, could make for some good smoothies.
After picking the bunch from the tree, he continued onward home. It wasn’t long until he reached his destination, a tall circular one-story treehouse made from bamboo and thick roof made from sturdy sticks and large leaves with a rope hammock hanging on the left between two branches. He landed perfectly on his feet with a thud on the round wooden base platform that served as the foundation and deck for the house. 
He turned the knob and swung open the door. A silence hung in the air for a moment. Then, a pair of green glowing eyes peered from the darkness of the house. And then it pounced!
“RAAAAAAAWWWWWWWR!”  
A midnight purple panther jumped onto the gorilla. A struggle broke out as Torke wrestled with the big cat on the porch, being careful not to squash the bunch bananas or even to fall off the ledge. But once he got on top of the panther, pinning him down with his arm pressed against its neck. They both growled in each other’s faces for almost a minute before…
“*Lick…*Lick.”
“Ha-Ha! You almost got me there, Narja!”
He got off the panther as they both stood up. Narja sniffed the bananas he held in his hand.
“Just found these on the way back home. Gonna make some nice shakes out of these.”
He stepped into the house and flicked the switch to his right, illuminating the house and revealing everything inside. A kitchen lied to right with the usual fixings, a white refrigerator next to a counter with a coconut bowl of fruit and a banana phone on top, cupboards, built-in sink, and drawers, and waste basket. An island kitchen table with a couple stools were just a few feet from the sink. Opposite side had a bed with a white mattress with bamboo bed and post, a melon clock hung on the wall above it. 
In front of the bed near the front door there was brown leather recliner with a thin table tray facing a bamboo box TV on top of a mahogany stand. In the back to the right there was a bathroom behind the kitchen area with toilet and shower. Across from that was a small gym with some dumbbells, weights and barbells and an elliptical. Some pinup posters of some hot ape babes in various poses also plastered to the wall around there, showing off their curvaceous figures and naughty bits.
He went over to the kitchen with Narja following close behind, who just went over to his bowl of half eaten food and water that lied next to the waste basket. Torke placed the strange colored bananas next to the fruit bowl that held regular oranges, kiwis, and apples. He took a pink banana from the bunch and peeled it, revealing that is was pink inside as it was on the outside. Then he took a bite.
“Mmm…tastes like…strawberries? A strawberry… banana?” he puzzled. “Still good for a protein smoothie, I’ll say!”
He brought out a blender from one of the cupboards beneath the sink, set it on the counter and plugged it in. Then, he grabbed some ice from freezer, milk from the fridge, protein powder from the cabinet, and prepared the cut up pink fruit and some from the bowl. After a thorough blend, he poured the smoothie into a large glass mug.
“*Sluurrp…*Gulp! Ahh! That hit the spot!” he said after taking a nice sized swig. “Now time for some TV.”
Torke headed towards to the recliner, Narja followed only to pace in circle next to it and lie down to sleep. The gorilla sat down and pulled the lever on the right side to unfold the footrest. Setting down the drink on the tray table next to him, he picked up the remote and turned on the TV, surfing the channels. 
News? Nope. Sports? Nada. Primetime Show? Boring!
Nothing good seemed to be on during the late night 10PM slot. However, he opted for an action movie called Chim-Panzer. Less than half an hour into the movie, a wave of drowsiness overcame him as his eyelids grew heavy but managed to keep awake to its entirety. 
After the movie was over as well as his finished smoothie, the clock on the wall read thirty minutes past midnight. Torke was already passed out on his recliner as the TV static lit the room as snoring filled the house. Soon, a warmth came over his body, just making him squirm slightly in his seat for a second. Then, something strange began to happen.
His grey leathery feet cracked as they shrunk a shoe size with dainty digits. The muscles in his legs deflated as they became much sleeker with slightly thicker thighs. His hips cracked as it widened to a childbearing state with his waist slimmed, losing his six pack abs in the process but gaining an hourglass figure. His butt bloated with some blubber for bigger than a baboon booty.
His limp dick stiffened until it went fully erect. However, it soon shrank until it receded into his body along with his balls, leaving a moist pussy in their place and making him groan in response. 
He continued to moan as his hard pectorals soften as they inflated with fatty breast tissue, going from A cups to full F cups with dark erect nipples, looking like it was stuffed with watermelons. 
Like his legs, his arms met with a similar fate. They decreased in muscle mass and became slender and womanly while his hands shrunk with thin fingers and long nails. 
Long flowing navy-blue hair grew from his scalp until it trailed down to his spine’s base. He grunted as he felt his head become rounder with his facial features soften and smoothed with a shrunken nose, looking more feminine. 
The muscular male turned now a gorgeous gorilla girl! And Torke slept through the night blissfully unaware of her change.
The next morning…
“*Lick…*Lick…”
“Mmm…. oooh…Narja…quit it.” Torke mumbled, slowly stirring awake, unaware of her new high-pitched voice.
She pushed the panther’s muzzle out of her face as she began to come to. She opened her groggy eyes and looked down to see two ginormous mounds obscuring her sight as well as some long strands of hair. Her eyes opened wider in shock, now fully awake. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. A trembling dainty hand groped a titty, eliciting a moan from her, showing that it was real. Another hand went below the waist to discover something missing.
“H-HOLY KONG!” she yelled in a panic as she got up from the recliner and made a mad dash to the bathroom while the pet panther just looked on with slight curiosity. 
Turning on the light revealed a sexy navy-blue gorilla lady with long hair, lovely face, and large breasts in the oval mirror just above the sink. Her body trembled as she still couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Such a fine lovely looking and hot primate piece that Torke would have sunk his simian sausage into. But the problem was she is that female. Not to mention all that hard work to gain all that muscle to attract future mates were now gone to waste.
“How…how did this…happen?” she pondered, leaning on the sink as the initial shock and panic waned. 
She thought about the events from last night. Was it something she drank at the bar? No, that can’t be it. The papaya pint tasted fine, nothing that signified any additive or that it was tainted. Wait…The pink bananas! Those blasted bananas were the cause of all this! Yet even knowing the cause didn’t get her any faster to a solution to it. She needed help. The only one she could count on was her childhood friend, Baju.
She went into the kitchen, picked up the banana phone, and dialed his number.
“Come on! Come on! Pick up!” she mumbled as the dial tone droned, hoping that her friend will answer.
*Riiiiiing *Riiiiiing
*Click!
“Ugh…Hello?”
“Hey Baju? I need your help!”
“Um, who is this? Do I know you?”
“Baju, it is me, Torke! I need you to come over and help me!”
“Is this a prank, lady? Who is this really?”
“I am Torke, Baju! Remember when we played vine tag that one time as kids at school and you broke your arm because a vine snapped?”
“….I’ll be right over.”
And with that the receiver on the other line disconnected. Torke could only sigh after that. She felt a nudge at her side to see Narja, lightly growling for food. 
“Right, I’ll get you your breakfast. Keep your tail on.”
She grabbed a can of ground up warthog meat from the bottom cabinet beneath the sink and dumped it into a large bowl next to the wastebasket. The panther immediately went muzzle first into his morning meal. Torke ate breakfast soon after with more fruit from the bowl sans the pink bananas and a leftover protein shake, she had in the fridge from the other day.
It was going to be awhile until Baju arrived, so she had to do something to pass the time. Looking over to the gym made her feel depressed because of her major loss of muscle tone. She doubted she could even lift a barbell without any weights in this state! She opted for more television as she sat back into the recliner. Flipping through the channels, however, proved to be fruitless as not much seemed to on. Just a bunch of soaps, the news, and informercials.
Great, now what to do?
She looked down at her ample tits and delicate body. A thought came to mind. How sensitive are females? She had somewhat of an idea when she woke up and touched her new body but only for a few seconds. Yet how deep and far can that sensitivity go? How intense can it be?
She fondled her tits, letting out a gasp with followed up moans as her body twitched in pleasure. Man, did that feel good! She let two fingers explore her newfound depths as they went into her pussy, rubbing up against her vaginal walls.
“Mmmmm…. oooooh!” she moaned, her body shuddering in ecstasy. As she continued pumping, she felt she was reaching a climax as her snatch dampened. Then, with a gasp, fluids gushed out of her onto the recliner and floor.
“Sweet Saru! That was intense!” she panted, coming from that pleasurable high.
The feeling was incredible! Greater than pleasuring herself when she was a male. In fact, her mind wondered what it would feel like if she had a gorilla rod inside of- 
‘Ugh!’ she shook her head. ‘Can’t believe I thought of that!’
Her pet panther walked over to the pussy juice puddle and sniffed it, curious and looking like he was going to taste it.
“Don’t think about it, Narja.” She commanded sternly.
She shooed him away from the mess, and then cleaned it up. Afterward, she continued watching TV for some minutes until there was a knock at the door. Must be Baju.
Torke went over to the door and opened it to reveal her black and blonde gorilla pal. Her nose caught a whiff of his musky scent, blushing a bit but let him inside.
“Whoa… Torke? Is…is that really you? What happened?” Baju asked, taken aback by his friend new feminine form, keeping to himself how hot she looked. And her scent was different as well as alluring too. 
“It’s these pink bananas I found on the way home last night.” She said, pointing over to the kitchen counter where the strange fruit lay. “I made a smoothie out of them, drank it, and I guess it transformed me when I slept!”
“Pink bananas? How does that even happen?” he remarked as he went over and examined them. 
“I don’t know! I need your help to turn me back.”
“How? What can I do?”
“I don’t know! I just don’t want to be stuck with-with these!” She said gesturing to her fat tits, which Baju was getting half a hardon. Those knockers on a knockout like her were hard to ignore.
She noticed this and began to blush again, feeling slightly heated. She covered her tits poorly in reflex.
“S-stop staring, you perv!” she yelled.
“Whoa, sorry! But gotta admit you really have a nice bod.” He said while scratching the back of his head. “Bet the boys at work will definitely fawn all over you.”
Torke was taken aback at the comment of her fellow coworkers hitting on her and was disgusted in a way. But the female part felt aroused of those hulking ape and monkey buff bodies caressing her, fondling her tits, and shoving their co-Ugh! Stop thinking like that! She shook her head of such thoughts and drew her attention to something else had said.
“Work…oh no…Why did you have to remind me of work? How am I gonna do construction like this?” she groaned as she leaned against the kitchen island. “Heck, how am I supposed to keep my job?!”
“Yeah, that is going to be a problem.” He said. An idea popped up in his head, forming a small smirk. “You know, if push comes to shove, you could apply to be a hostess or waitress at the Milky Coconut or at Melons.”
“Don’t joke about this, Baju!”
“Hey, just a suggestion! But…” he then approached her and wrapped his arms around her waist. His body pressed up against hers. “Again, with a body like that, maybe you could make good use of it.”
“B-b-Baju, please!” she stammered, feeling the heat of arousal coming back again along with her cooch getting a bit damp. It wasn’t the only thing she was feeling as Baju’s boner rubbing against her pussy lips. As much as she wanted to push him away, she just couldn’t. Her attraction to males grew stronger, getting the better of her. Good Grodd, was his scent ever this strong?
“Wanna get in bed for a rousing game of King Dong?” he teased. 
Her face reddened with embarrassment than just arousal at the awful line. Was it that bad when she said it as a male? 
“You know what I think, Torke? Or is it Torka now? Maybe it is the universe saying that you should be more considerate to females or know females a bit more by being one yourself.”
His hands went down to her rump and gave it a tight squeeze, making her moan slightly. It surprised her how even her butt had much sensitivity. 
“Don’t mind if I help you with that experience?” he said, inhaling her addictive scent. “How about it? And we could call it even with the bar tab.”
Torke tried to resist his advances but her male side had waned severely as female hormones increased. She was getting weak in the knees and the scent of his musk was getting a bit too much to bear, making her snatch wet. Her arms wrapped around his neck, bringing them more face to face.
“…Y-yes!” she said before locking lips with his. They kissed long and deeply; tongues wrestled as they went down their throats. All the while Narja just looked on with indifference as he laid down by his food and water bowl. 
“Let’s take this to the bed, shall we?” he said as his libido went into an overdrive. He suddenly scooped her up into his arms, bridal style, and carried her over to the bed. The romantic act caught her off guard but didn’t protest. It oddly felt nice to be the arms of strong male. 
He lied her down, gently, taking in the view of the gorgeous gorilla. He began crawling on her, licking her body along the way. His tongue trailed from her pussy to her navel to her succulent tender tits, swirling his tongue on each nipple, making her moan deeply in response.
Soon, he went up to her neck and nibbled it before locking lips with hers into another long deep kiss. Torke gotten more into it as a horny and feminine mentality took control, her body wanting more pleasure as heat emitted from her loins. Baju broke the kiss for a moment to speak.
“Ready for me to enter?” he said as his dick poked and prodded her soaked pussy, waiting for its cue.
“Do it, Baju! I need- I need this! Soooo~ bad!” she begged.
“Well, better give what the lady wants!”
He then shoved his banana into her donut. Torke gasped at the sensation of his cock rubbing against her inner tunnel as he pumped into her as slow and rhythmic pace. In and out, in and out. His grunts were in tune with her moans and groans. 
“Torke! Ungh! You’re so tight! Ah!”
“AH! Oooh~! Nuh-No you-unh! You’re too thick!”
“Let’s…unh…speed it up! To~ooh make it easier!”
He picked up the pace and pumped faster into her; their panting and moaning also increased. Soon, Torke felt pressure building up in her loins, reaching a tipping point.
“Oooh…Baju! I think- I think I’m…. CUMMING!” she cried out as her pussy coated his cock with her nectar.
“Torke…aah! I’m cutting it close…. TOO!” he responded with one last thrust, releasing a sea of cock cream into her womb.
With a squish and pop, his dick undocked from her and lied on his back. Torke turned on her side and rested her head on his chest with his arm wrapped around her. They basked in the afterglow of sex for a while, sleeping not too long after.
After about an hour, Narja got up from his resting spot and went over to the gorilla couple and hopped onto the foot of the bed, stirring them awake.
“Mmm…Narja…quit it.” Torke groggily said, nudging Narja with her foot.
“Never thought my first would be with my childhood friend as a female.” Baju spoke.
“Yeah, didn’t think my first time would be as a female.” She replied. 
“And how was it?”
“It felt…*sigh…incredible! I’ve never felt anything like this in my entire life!” she said. “Um, Baju?”
“Yeah?”
“I think I’m more of Milky Coconut girl than a Melons girl. Don’t you think?”
“Heh, whatever suits you. You’re definitely more than qualified either way.”
“You’re right about that.” she said before they kissed.

The End