WARNING!!! The following story contains sexual acts between consenting adults. If you are below the legal age to read such matters, or it is illegal where you are, stop immediately!!!


You have been warned.


	"What do you mean that we're stuck here?!" Rachel exclaimed. Her blond hair that had fallen out of her pony tail was matted against her face with sweat and humidity. She was talking to her friend who had mud caked on his knees. He had removed his shirt and the sweat was running down his torso. The dirt road stretched into the lush green jungle. Off in the distance, a bird call echoed through the trees. 
	The land rover was sitting with a flat tire leaning against the side. Sitting in the wheel well was a comically small spare donut. At some point in the past, someone had the bright idea of replacing the full sized spare with a donut. "We can't drive out of here on that donut, they're bringing out the spare tomorrow." He had explained that before Rachel made him change it, but she still didn't believe him. Mark hefted the tire and put it on the top rack, tying it down to secure it for the short journey ahead. 
	Rachel sat in the driver's seat and started the ignition, motioning for Mark to get in. She briefly unstuck her spaghetti strap shirt that was clinging to her sweaty chest and then put the car into drive. Relishing the air conditioning streaming out of the SUV's vents. The cold air chilled her and caused her nipples to poke out. Mark looked over and stole a glance at her braless breasts and erect nipples. They were just the right kind of small, not so small that she looked immature, but not so big that they require a bra. 
	They had driven a hundred yards before getting stuck in a muddy patch, the useless spare tire had lived up to Mark's expectations and they were stuck. He would have to call for a truck with a winch to deliver the tire. Rachel had managed to pull them forward into a little bit of a clearing. The underbrush had been cleared away and off at the edge of the clearing, there was a little village. 
	They got out to survey the truck when a man sauntered out. Rachel's swear reverberated through the jungle, answered only by the usual din of bird calls. It had been her idea to take a day trip through the jungle, see the animals and sights, but she was rapidly working through the steps required to blame the entire day on Mark. Their argument was interrupted by the sounds of footsteps tromping through the undergrowth. 
	They were greeted by a man in a native loin cloth. His bright white teeth stood out in stark contrast to his dark tan skin. "You stuck? Need some place to stay?" Mark eyed him carefully, wondering how many natives built within a stone's throw of a jungle road and had access to modern dental facilities. 
	"I run an inn for travelers, come, you stay tonight." He eyed the darkening sky for emphasis. By now, Rachel had pulled out her back pack and motioned for Mark to do the same. Figuring it was better than spending a night in the land rover, he grabbed his stuff and headed over. The huts looked to be in good order. Although they had dirt floors, the beds were up off the ground and there was mosquito netting. At the end, there was a kitchen hut, which was really just a roof built over a fire pit. 
	The man said a something to a woman tending something on the fire and she looked up, saying something in greeting. Mark's eyes bugged out of his head when she stood. Her long black hair hung over her massive breasts. The nipples were obscured by her hair, but what he could see were large, tan orbs that showed no hints of sagging. She was wearing a cloth skirt that hung easily on her wide hips. When they approached, the bottom of her round ass cheeks had been visible, but now they were just hinted at by the hang of the fabric. Her legs seemed to go on forever. Next to this native, Rachel looked like a mal-nourished and scrawny girl, not a spoiled college student.
	Rachel slapped her backpack into Mark's stomach, "Pig." The man lead them to their hut and indicated that they could put their stuff on a table. Dinner would be in an hour, but they were welcome to join him and his wife for afternoon cocktails.
	By now, Mark had decided that the whole native get up was just for show and relaxed, settling into the idea of this quaint little inn. He certainly didn't mind the environment, and now that Rachel had wandered off at the mention of alcohol, he got to have a good look around. The huts had thatched rooves and dirt floors that looked well kept. They were built on slightly raised mounds of dirt that kept the floors from getting muddy. The mosquito netting had been well kept and was tucked in to comfortable looking mattresses. The sheets were clean as well. 
	He wondered how they managed to do so well, he hadn't seen anybody on the road. As he looked out of the door, he saw that Rachel was sitting with the proprietor, by now he had put on a shirt. Another woman left another hut, her wide hips and full but swaying with each step. He saw the sides of her breasts under her arms, she was carrying a load of firewood. The wife had been tending the fire and threw some meat, most likely pork, onto it. 
	Rachel was drinking something out of a wooden cup. As Mark walked up, the innkeeper had held out a glass. He took it and smelled it, it was alcoholic and had a bite strong enough to kill anything that might be lurking in the jungle water. He took a sip and it was clean and refreshing. Although it wasn't chilled, he immediately felt cooler. Rachel was sipping at a steaming cup of dark colored liquid, various leaves and flowers were floating around. She swirled them and took another sip. "This is delicious, you should try it." All of the faces went to him, watching his reaction as the took the cup and sipped. Immediately he spat it out, it was bitter in his mouth. The women were laughing at him, their full breasts bouncing with the motion.
	Rachel looked confused and took another sip. "Its really sweet and spicy, like mulled wine." She shrugged and went back to her beverage. They continued chatting and Mark learned how the innkeeper, who liked to be called Joe, had left his village and traveled abroad. After he had his fill, he returned and decided to make an inn. The land was inexpensive and they got enough money from the odd traveler that they could live off the land with some additional comfort. He lived here with his wife and her sister, a proud look on his face as he surveyed his kingdom.
	 By the time they had finished their drinks, they were brought plates of roast pork, cooked to perfection. Rachel was giggling at Joe's jokes and everything was going fine. Joe entertained them into the dark of the night with legends. Not all of them true, but they were told well and nobody complained. By the time Mark decided it was time for bed, Rachel had four cups of the tea, eagerly given by the women. She needed Mark's help to get back to the tent.
	When he was helping her through the door, she giggled and put her arms around him. Pressing her body into his. He kissed him deeply and went to bed, giggling about a joke that Joe had told earlier. He had to tuck the mosquito netting in around her mattress to keep the bugs out. Mark slipped between the sheets and went to bed, glad that they had found this place.

	Rachel opened her eyes and found herself in the middle of the jungle. She was naked except for a skirt and all around her were natives looking at her pale skin and blond hair. Some were speaking a language that she didn't understand and dancing to music she didn't recognize. An old woman walked up to her, wrapped in a multi-colored blanket. She looked up at Rachel and then pulled out a clay bowl. Saying a few more words Rachel didn't understand, she put her hand in the bowl and pulled out a large dollup of a thick cream. It smelled vaguely like the flowers in the tea she had drank earlier. 
	Strong hands grabbed her arms as the elder woman rubbed the greasy mixture onto her naked breasts. She wasn't very gentle and Rachel gasped when she started rubbing even harder on her nipples, stretching them out and making them wider and darker. The woman gave the bowl to another woman and got more grease from it. She started using both hands to pull and knead the flesh of Rachel's breasts. 
	Rachel winced when she squeezed to hard and was surprised when she felt her flesh fold over and press against her chest when she let go. She looked down and saw that the woman was causing her breasts to grow with the massage. The old woman had to keep going back for more of the fragrant grease as it was soaking in, causing her breasts to swell as they did so. 
	She felt a burning behind her nipples and they puffed up a little, responding to the woman's rough handling. The fire was spreading as her chest was inflating. By now their size increase was noticiable and they were the size of grape fruits. The old woman was pleased with herself and called for another bowl. Rachel moaned, and tried to shake the sweat out of her eyes. The hands returned and continued to rub, by now, Rachel could feel the skin stretch under her hands and she could feel the added weight her down. The little woman was intent on her task and didn't stop until her breasts were the same cantaloupe sized mounds of flesh that the women at the inn sported. 
	Her breasts were more sensitive and she began to moan as the woman kneaded the paste into her chest, the fire changing to a pleasurable warmth. She looked down, beads of sweat were running down her massive chest and sliding between her cleavage. The woman wiped the grease off of her hands and went around to Rachel's back. She felt the hands tug her skirt down and started rubbing an oil liquid over her backside. Massaging and pressing like he had with her breasts. The spare oil dripped down her legs, but didn't make it all the way down before absorbing into the skin.
	She felt a different kind of fire sink into her hips and she had to adjust her weight, feeling her pelvis grow wider. He looked down and saw that her ass was growing as well. She found herself growing hornier as the woman manipulated her ass. She shivered when the woman applied the oil to her thighs, causing them to expand under her leathery hands. They released her hands and she hefted her breasts, feeling the added weight for the first time. Her knees nearly buckled when the woman smeared the oil on her vagina, rubbing it in, causing her insides to ignite in a fireball of lust. 
	The old woman stepped a way, an expression of pride evident on her face. Rachel was now a pale clone of the native women. Her breasts were perky but large and she had an unbelievable hourglass shape. All around her, people brought torches close, they sprinkled dried flowers onto the flame and the smoke drifted towards Rachel. The ash started to stick to the oil and sweat on her skin, it stuck in her hair as well. When enough had stuck, the old lady returned and started rubbing the gritty ash into her skin. It mixed with the oil into a dark brown mush and tinted her hair black. The oil was sinking in to her skin and carrying the pigment with it. She tried to rub off the color but only spread it. 
	When she was finished, Rachel could have been the third sister, but her anger and despair were drowned out by the growing fireball of lust in her loins. She put a dark tan hand between her legs and passed out from the pleasure of the first contact. 

	Rachel awoke, sweating profusely into her sheets. She was drenched in sweat, and as she looked at her hands, they appeared to be the same pale color she went to bed with. She lifted her shirt and her breasts looked to be their normal size. A brief hint of the flowers came up from under her sheets and faded as quickly as it appeared. As she focused on them, a hot flush came over her and she could have sworn that they rose a little. As she was inspecting her hips and butt, a slow realization that not everything from the dream had disappeared, she started to feel a wetness between her legs. The lust was returning. Another hot flush crossed her body and she put her hands to her chest, feeling the breasts grow in her hands. A pulling sensation centered on her areolas and she watched them expand and puff up. She pinched a nipple and forgot all about the changes, her shock and curiosity taking a backseat to her need. 
	She pulled aside the mosquito netting and went over to Mark's cot, admiring her friend in he dark of the hut. She slid into his cot and began massaging his penis. He slowly awoke and looked over, surprised at Rachel's advances. By now she had stripped naked and was grinding on top of him. Her need was evident. She had never considered him more than a friend and he saw her completely naked for the first time. Her nipples were larger than he expected, but not overly so, and he found out that they were very sensitive as he put one in his mouth. She shifted down onto his penis, laying on top to keep from bumping into the netting. 
	She slid herself up and down, grinding her pussy against his erect penis, wetting it with her own juices. She smiled as she slid into her. With a circular motion of her hips she caused a bolt of pleasure to shoot down his penis. He gasped and closed his eyes, letting Rachel handle everything. She accelerated, bringing herself to orgasm and holding him close as she gasped and panted into his ear. He felt her breasts expand against his chest and looked down. She felt the surge of growth too and put her hands on her chest. Reveling in the sensations that she was feeling. 
	She slowly started grinding against his penis again and he put his hands on her ass, feeling her hips widen ever so slightly. She began moaning with the sensations and sat up, her head bumping the netting. An expression of ecstasy was on her face as she bore down, he grunted and held her hips down, blowing his load into his friend. She collapsed on top of him before rolling off to the side. She fell to sleep in his arms. 
	
	The next morning, Mark awoke to find that Rachel wasn't in the hut. After changing clothes, he went out, finding Rachel drinking more of the tea and eating some fruit that he didn't recognize for breakfast. She was hunched over, hiding her larger breasts and he saw that her shorts were strained across her larger ass. The women were making side-long glances at her. She seemed to be a little tanner than usual, the vacation was doing her some good.
	"How did you sleep last night?" 
	"Just fine except for those mosquitoes. When are they coming to bail us out?" He looked over at the truck, the puddle it sunk into had dried a little. With a new tire, they might be able to drive out of it. 
	"They should be here soon."
	Rachel had already paid for the room for the night and left a generous tip, equal to double the fee for the night. All in all, they were out about 100 bucks and she even negotiated to get a packet of the tea that she found so delicious. She wasn't acting any different. "So, what about last night?" he asked.
	"What about it?"
	"You know, you, me, the tent." 
	"What are you talking about? There was a hole in my netting so I crawled into your bed to sleep, you said it was ok." He could tell that she didn't think she was lying, but last night had not been a dream. She stretched and wandered back to the hut, declaring that she was going down to enjoy a nap. He hadn't ever seen her this relaxed and happy. Joe's wife set some pork and fruit in front of Mark, indicating that he should eat. His eyes wandered up to her massive breasts, dangling down as she leaned over. Her large dark nipples were clearly visible without the hair to cover them. He looked up and saw her wink as she glanced over to the hut where Rachel was sleeping. 
	She dismissed his confused look and went off to help her husband tend to the grounds. As he watched, the a piece of pork fell off the chunk he had in his hand and landed in his lap. Swearing at getting the grease all over his shorts, he finished breakfast and dialed the company that would drive out and rescue them. They had dispatched two men in a truck well suited for the terrain with spare tires and a winch, they should be there by noon and knew precisely where they were staying. Other tourists had spent the night there, though under different circumstances and the place received rave reviews.
	He walked back to the hut, not surprised to find Rachel in his bed. She had stripped naked and pushed the sheets down around her feet. She was sweating profusely and moaning, obviously in the middle of an erotic dream. She opened her eyes as he was changing his shorts. "Come to bed honey, I need you." 
	He turned around and looked, making sure that the sheet covering the door was closed. He lifted the netting and slid into bed, shedding his boxers and shirt along the way. She smelled fragrant and delicious, reminding him of the tea she had been drinking. She kissed his neck and pulled him on top of her, pulling her legs around his. She bit her lip as she looked into his eyes, and pulled him close. His erect penis found the mark and she closed her eyes in pleasure. 
	He looked down and saw that her breasts were growing again, she started kneading the flesh, sending waves of pleasure up and down her body. The owner surely must have heard the noises she was making, but they didn't care, everything felt so good. She clutched him close as she lost herself in the pleasure. His hands ran up and down her thigh, pausing to feel it grow thicker and meatier. After they climaxed, he rolled over, panting. As he watched her continue to massage her breasts and squirm in pleasure, her after sex flush turned to a shade of tan. Her skin was growing darker and there were strands of black hair standing out amidst her black hair. He looked down and saw that her pubic patch had turned black. It was still well trimmed and small, but just not the blond patch it had been earlier. He understood the exchange with the wife over breakfast. His friend was turning into a native bombshell that wanted to have sex with him. 
	All morning long, she continued to have spurts of growth and passion which he took advantage of. There wasn't much else to do. 
	
	At around lunch time, the truck arrived. The driver and his helper got out, greeted by the innkeeper and his wife. Mark met them and helped them winch out the Land Rover and change the tire. He paid them for their services, which they promptly turned around and used to order lunch and a packet of the flower tea from the innkeeper. As they were eating lunch, Rachel had came out. Her hair was mostly black and glossy and she was sporting a tan that would have been deemed excessive in her hometown of LA. She was wearing a bikini under one of Mark's shirts, feeling that the bikini top would give her the needed support. Her shorts looked like they were getting ready to give up the ghost.
	"Oh God, I'm swelling like a tick, can we go back now?" 

	The ride back to the hotel was mostly silent, Mark asking how her morning nap was. She replied that she was feeling great and refreshed, but was wary of the changes. She didn't admit that she had brought herself to orgasm twice when she had inspected her body and again when she was putting on the bikini top. Mark understood why the women went around topless. 
	While she was looking at her hair, unsure of why it had changed from blond to black overnight, Mark hit a pothole, causing her new D-cup breasts to bounce. Her hands flew down to steady her bouncing breasts. She started massaging the flesh and squirming in her seat. With an amazing amount of self control, she cut off the pleasure and put her hands down by her side, breathing deeply. 
	"I want to go see the doctor tomorrow, this isn't normal."
	Mark nodded and continued following the truck.

	By the time they arrived back at the hotel room, Rachel was exhausted. Mark was certain she had came several times on the way back and she went to shower. 
	"Its not coming off."
	"What?"
	"The dirt, its not coming off." She stood in the door of the bathroom, the white towel throwing her dark tan skin into sharp contrast. She was taller than before and her towel-turban hit the top of the door frame. 
	"Its just all this sun you've been getting recently."
	She didn't seem happy with the answer and returned to the bathroom to towel herself off. After a few seconds, Mark found her naked form straddling his. She was working his fly down by the time he stood, sliding out of his clothes. He stood her up and pressed her against a wall, entering into her. Her breasts had nearly swelled to the size of the wife and her sister and her ass matched them. He looked into her face and saw that she was still Rachel. He brought a hand up and played with her breast, eliciting pleasurable moan as she leaned back against the wall. He looked down and saw her breasts swell for the last time, their perky forms were crowned by the dark, puffy nipples. 

	Over the final few days of her vacation, Rachel got used to her new form and purchased a new wardrobe, her old clothes were too small. Rachel remembered the great sex she had with Mark and decided to continue once everything settled down. Her personality had grown softer as well, she seemed more relaxed all the time, but that may have been the great sex she got several times daily. 
	The next year, they scheduled a long weekend at the inn and were eagerly awaiting the next vacation.