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In a message dated 98-08-31 11:52:05 EDT, you write:

<< actually i was totally unable to read it :/  since the lines went off into infinity.
 The story appeared to be a single line  that gave me nasty errors about overflows  when i tried scrolling to see it :P >>

'kay, first 'n formeost thanks to everyone and anyone who took the time to gimme their take on the story. Glad to hear ya liked it, and unless someone can think of a change they think would help, I'm gonna start making submissions next week. Once  agan, thanx for taking a minute. Next, some people seem to have had trouble reading the file, I would have sworn it was in .txt format, but apparently I accidentally sent it as a .doc so here it is, plain text and all.
This one's a furry story, and most likely every story I do will be furry, so if you prefer hairless spider monkeys with gland problems, look elsewhere. For anyone who'd want to grace my humble scribblings with illustration, my only condition is that you run it by me first (eubiegk@aol.com), and if it looks okay I'll post it with the story. That being said, enjoy the show.

Daughters of Quetzalcoatl

	The jungle evening was hot and humid, the raucous cries of the nocturnal hunters were heard all around. Not that any of this bothered Jenna Mclallin, who tried to remedy her problems by sleeping nude (much to the delight of the male members of the archaeological party, it wasn't every expedition you got to wake up with a naked female vixen in your tent every morning.) She'd dealt with the predatory calls, both from the jungle and her tent-mates by stuffing bits of wax she'd stolen from a gigantic bee hive they'd found the day before in her ears. Still she slept lightly, only the night before one of they're head botanists had been carried off while they slept. They had spent the whole day searching for her, but the unfortunate Doe was no-where to be found. Many of the others in Jenna's party were beginning to consider turning back, despite her promises that they're search would soon be over. Besides, she'd lose her grant if they turned back without making a good effort, it was hard enough the first time trying to get funding for an expedition to a place that supposedly did not exist. Dozens of parties like hers had gone searching for the lost city of Quetzalcoatl, the humming bird god, and all had either been lost or returned empty handed and humiliated. If they turned back now she'd be the laughing stock of the archaeological world, and up to her shapely behind in debt. 
	Morning finally filtered through the dense jungle canopy, and the camp began to stir. Suddenly there was shouting from the main tent. Jenna immediately sat up and jumped from her cot, shaking the dampness from her rich red fur as she went. She threw on a tee shirt and some shorts and ran for the main tent. Inside nothing seemed out of the ordinary until she did a headcount; someone was missing. A tall, were-panther  noticed her arrival and made his way over. "Kala's gone!" Jenna reached up to tear away the bandanna she always kept wrapped around her forehead before remembering she had yet to put it on. "Shit! She was the only anthropologist in the group!" The panther frowned. "That's it? Not, 'poor Kala, that kind sweet soul, what shall we ever do without her'? My den-mate could be dead and your first concern isn't for her, but her skills?? I heard vixens were cold but that's just sick!" Jenna looked about ready to break his nose, but then she relaxed. She spoke in a conciliatory tone," Your right, I'm sorry. It's early, I didn't sleep so well last night, and we're due for a progress review tomorrow, I'm just feeling stressed. I didn't know she was your den-mate anyway. Tell you what, though, to make it up to you, I'll lead the search party myself." The great cat seemed un-impressed. "Thank you for your offer Ms. McLallin, but I would prefer to lead the search myself, although I doubt we will find her. Anything that could carry off a fully grown Pantheress without anyone knowing would have had to kill her to do it." "Now don't say things like that!" Jenna tried to look the panther in the eye, before she saw a small tear streaking down his muzzle. "There's no sure evidence she's dead, there's no trace of blood, or even evidence of a struggle. For all we know she may have just wandered off!" The cat took a shuddering breath before speaking. "It is kind of you to say that, and perhaps I over-reacted myself, but Kala would never do anything as foolish as leave the camp without back up, and the lack of blood is meaningless. It could have been some kind of immense snake or a poisonous insect of some kind, that would paralyze it's victims and then carry them away to it's nest. But, I must do what I can, even if it is for nothing. Excuse me." The panther half ran, half walked out of the tent. Inwardly Jenna cursed herself. How could she not have known that Kala had a den-mate in the party! Thank the gods they hadn't been fully mated or there would have been a riot. She realized she didn't even know who the panther had been. She ran back to her tent and got out her lap top, scanning the party records. Finally she found him. "Karash Malrar, age 36, Species Were-Panther, Occupation: Ethnobotanist, Marital Status: Den Mate to Kala Purri." She read aloud. She checked Kala's file next, and found no mention of Karash anywhere. She checked the file's date and was disturbed to find it was so old it pre-dated the expedition. She quickly plugged in her sat-phone and downloaded updates for all the personnel files and sure enough Kala's file listed Karash as her den-mate. "Shit," She grumbled, wondering how she'd let that happen. She shut down the lap-top and stepped outside. She had been planning to join the search party but found out that Karash had already left with five of their best runners. Brooding she walked over to the main fire pit where several people were preparing breakfast. She went over the facts behind the disappearances. There had been six so far counting Kala, although aside from all of them being female, they had nothing in common. All were of different species and occupations, some mated, some not, were it not for the fact that the disappearances were always female she would simply chalk it up to some as yet unknown wild predator. Not that it was unlikely, the dense Mexican jungle they were currently blundering through was only a few hundred miles from the ruins of WorldGen labs, the creators of the proto-humans to whom Jenna was related. 
The WorldGen plan had been sound, if un-ethical, create a subservient race that could carry out all the tasks of a normal human, but without any desire for personal gain. To this end they created proto-humans, animal/human hybrids that were supposed to be genetically pre-disposed slaves. The first batch seemed to have been made perfectly. They were healthy, strong, and had almost no free will whatsoever. They petitioned the Mexican government to allow them to market them immediately, in exchange the government received a generous portion of the profits. The government still reeling from their latest economic crash, readily agreed. Within a year proto humans were available throughout not only Mexico, but Japan, China, and even certain areas of the U.S. At first many were worried that what was being done was slavery, however numerous behavioral studies proved that the Proto-Humans were perfectly happy with their work as long as they had work, and in fact were terrified of what was considered freedom. With those findings the proto-human industry tripled in a week, suddenly there was almost no-where on earth you couldn't find a Proto Human labor party or two. Then The humans made their first and last mistake with the Proto-Humans: they allowed them to breed. It seemed like a good idea, it kept the Proto Humans happy and they got even more workers for nothing. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on your stance, the second generation was born without the servile instinct, and it wasn't long before rebellions began popping up around the globe. The proto-human revolution spread like wildfire as the new generation rose up against their human task masters. Desperately WorldGen tried to create a new breed of Proto Human, a conglomeration of creatures ideally suited to hunt down and destroy rogue Proto-Humans. But they're attempts at genetic behavioral modification in previous experiments had been pure luck, and the new creatures easily escaped their enclosures, reducing the main WorldGen labs to rubble in their escape. Many of the monstrosities were hunted down and killed, but some remained hidden in the forest. Meanwhile, the remaining humans and Proto-Humans, who had decided to call themselves Furries after an unusual human artistic obsession, were beginning to make peace. The human population had been decimated by the stronger, faster Furries, leaving them in roughly equal numbers with one another. Within two years of the rebellion The following laws went into effect around the globe: "Let no man be the master of another man, let no Fur be the master of another Fur, and let no species have dominance over any other." Now almost 50 years after that universal law had been signed, things had basically returned to normal, at least as normal as they can be with twenty foot tall were-elephants walking paw in hand with humans down the street.
"Jenna!" Someone called to her and she started, remembering where she was. "Jenna! You'd better come see this!" A short, barely two foot tall rat scurried up to her. Standing up, she allowed it to lead her to a tight cluster of people. Elbowing her way through, she found what they were staring at. Half covered in vines and fungus, was a huge stone tablet. Most of the writing was obscured, but she could make out one pictogram; Quetzalcoatl. She let out a whoop of delight as she leaped toward the stone. She clawed at the obscuring flora, beads of sweat matting her fur. Finally the last vine fell away and she stood back. Most of it was decorative carvings, the only other prominent feature being a human skull inlaid with gold. "Dammit!" She shouted, "It's just a friggin' marker stone!  We've found a three thousand year old no trespassing sign!" "Wait a minute," The rat had found it's way to the front. "If we've found a territorial marker stone, then the city can't be too far away!" Jenna gave him a look. "Sure it could, but in case you forgot the Quetzalcoatl empire covered more than six hundred miles! If this is a border marker then we're still at least half that far away! Look, someone go get a linguist, see if the other carvings mean anything, and then get a crew ready to dig this thing up, at least now we've got something to show our backers." Knowing that doing a full examination of the stone, and then preparing it for travel would take at least three days, she decided she might as well do some exploring of her own. Who knew, maybe that wasn't a border marker for the empires borders, but for one of it's larger provinces. With that in mind she hurried back to her tent, stuffed some rations, a canteen, and pistol into her back-pack, scribbled out a quick note saying that she was only going to be gone until nightfall, and left. Wading in to the dense jungle she marveled as she always did at the staggering diversity of the plant and animal life. A riot of colors scents and sound assaulted her senses as she fought to take them all in. Nothing like a good walk to help you forget you problems, she thought, and promptly fell face first down a hillside that had been obscured by some bushes. 
By the time she was able to stand up, scavengers had made off with half her rations and a centipede had taken up residence in the barrel of her gun. Shaking the insect out she flattened it with the biggest rock she could find before beginning to gather her supplies. Her pack had obviously fallen open, but was otherwise undamaged. After making sure there were no serious injuries, she set off once again into the deep jungle. She wandered aimlessly for hours, not really caring whether she found anything or not. It was only an hour before nightfall when she remembered she'd said she would return. Back tracking she found the hill, and was about to climb it when thunder rolled overhead. A few drops of rain fell, but within minutes a drenching torrent filled the air. Realizing the hill would be too steep and slippery, Jenna cursed the rain for a solid fifteen minutes before setting off parallel to the cliff-like embankment. It was pitch dark when she finally made it back to camp. Drenched and shivering she sloshed her way to her tent. Everyone was asleep, and no one noticed when she flopped down in her cot, her tongue lolling from exhaustion, until she fell asleep.
At first she thought she was dreaming as a pair of strong, hairy paws grabbed her around the middle and neck, holding her muzzle shut as she found herself swiftly being carried from the tent. By the time it occurred to her to scream the camp was well out of sight. Frantically she tried to wriggle free, but her captor's grip was like iron. The creature released her mouth for a moment, and as she opened her mouth to call for help he dropped something sweet in to her mouth, before clamping it shut. She swallowed involuntarily, and almost immediately fell asleep. When she awoke again she found herself lying on a grainy stone floor, mildew and moss seemed to cover almost every inch of it. It was still night time but there was no roof over her head and the moon was full. Looking around she realized she was in a cell of some sort, sturdy iron bars forming two walls, the other two made by the slick stone walls of the corner of the room. Pulling out her lighter she lit it and examined the cell. There was a hole in the floor in the back corner of the cell, presumably a toilet. The rest of the cell was bare, except for the walls, looking closer she realized they were pictograms, she must be in one of the Quetzalcoatl temples! Most of the writings were records of trials, judgments, and executions, followed by a large picture of a huge snake with brilliantly colored wings, each feather and scale a perfectly faceted jewel! It seemed odd to her that they would put something so priceless in a prisoners cell, but then, they probably hadn't had to worry about theft since the culprit was already caught anyway. The first rosy hues of dawn had begun to fill the sky, and she was able to see further in to the temple. At first she could make out nothing distinct, but as the sun began to appear in the sky, she began to see other cells, although whether they were occupied she couldn't tell. She called out to the other cells, but got no answer. Frustrated she sat back to wait. Finally, at about eleven according to her watch, she heard people begin to stir. At the same time the sun began to peek through a huge hole in the roof over the center of the room, and she could finally see the others. She almost couldn't believe it when she did! The other prisoners were the missing members of the expedition, although it was difficult to recognize some of them. They were all in varying stages of extreme obesity. The first one she could clearly see was Bella, a female black house cat breed Fur. She was immense, she must have weighed at least twice what she did when she was taken. Her once lithesome body now hung with rolls of flab. Her breasts which had been ample to begin with were now the size of water melons, although they were made less impressive by her enormous gut, which hung in front of her like an overstuffed been bag chair. Then she caught sight of  Hree, a mouse fur who had always been a bit plump, but now couldn't even stand up, she just lay on her expansive belly, her arms and legs practically engulfed with flesh. More and more of the missing females came in to view, until finally she caught sight of Kala. Kala was the least overweight, but even she was already showing signs of gain, a moderate pot-belly poking it's way out from under her tank top. "What the hell happened to you??" She burst out loud. The female in the cell next to her's, a large gray wolf fur, made all the larger by whatever it was that had happened to those women, turned her ponderous bulk to look at her. "Well well, Jenna McLallin, fancy meeting you here. Well, as you can see, we've all developed a bit of a weight problem." While the she-wolf's tone was jovial, Jenna could see the fear in her eyes. "But how, who's doing this?" Jenna was beginning to worry, whatever it was, it worked quickly, the fattest one despite her original size, Hree, had only been gone for a week. " Well, we've had a lot of time to talk about it, and the prevailing theory is, a pack of WorldGen mutants. As to how," She was interrupted as a thick wooden door at the other end of the room swung open. "Yer about to find out. Here's a tip, don't fight back, trust me, Hreee tried every time and she's gotten the worst of it." By then a huge hairy creature had lumbered through the door and over to Jenna's cell. She wondered what he wanted until he lifted the bars themselves several feet off the ground and tossed them aside. Jenna goggled, those bars had to have weight two tons at least. Then the monstrous animal took her by the arm and led her out the door. Once outside they were joined by several more of the ogrish creatures. They were all basically the same, their faces covered by dense, black shaggy fur, their long ape like arms and powerful hind legs making them look like a cross between an orangutan and a kangaroo. Then she had no more time for examination as they hurried her up the steps to the top of the building, which in the light of day revealed itself to be a huge step pyramid, hidden from view by dense jungle around it, and an arboretum of plants growing on it's surface.
 Finally they reached the top, one of the huge creatures throwing a lever set into one corner. A grate rolled in to place over the open top of the pyramid, overlooking the prisoners cells. A huge mat made of leaves was spread over the grate, and Jenna was forced to lay upon it. One of the monsters tied her hands to the grate while the others disappeared back down the pyramid. By the time the first monster was done tying her down by her wrists and ankles, they had brought up Kala, and proceeded to do the same. Jenna wanted to talk to her, but decided to avoid risking angering the huge creatures. The rest of the prisoners were brought up and made to lie down and be bound. All except Hree who couldn't have moved anyway. Deciding to risk the monsters' wrath she whispered to Kala. "Do they usually do it like this?" Kala muttered out o the side of her mouth. "No, something weird's going on, they always brought us up one at a time before." "what happens?" Jenna tried to ask but was silenced by a glare from one of the hairy creatures. When they had finished tying the last prisoner down, the creatures took their places, facing outward along the edge of the temple. Throwing their heads back they let loose a chorus of growls, howls and screeches that grated on Jenna's brain like a wood rasp. Finally they ceased, and in perfect Aztec the largest monster spoke. "Hear me Quetzalcoatl, plumed serpent, giver of life. Before you we  bring eight sacred maidens upon whom you may bestow your gifts!" Jenna was still getting over her amazement at the creature's speech when a fluttering was heard overhead. A huge snake, easily thirty feet long with huge parrot's wings flapped into view, joined quickly by seven more identical creatures. Their bellies looked as though they were made from pure gold, their bodies as black as ebony. On some invisible signal, they dispersed again, and zipped out of sight. Moments later they returned, their bodies bulging irregularly with random shapes. When they were over the females, they opened their mouths and disgorged their contents. Piece after piece of tropical fruit fell to the grate, prevented from splattering by the leafy mat. The monsters gathered up the fruits, and placed them in a pile where one of them dumped a tub of water on them. 
When they were clean the creatures each chose a piece and placed it in the mouth of one of the female's. Not knowing what else to do, Jenna crushed the large melon that had been forced between her jaws, and swallowed. The creature who had put it there gathered the pieces that had fallen from her mouth and made her eat them as well. The creature went off to get more food as another took his place, this time putting  a bunch of grapes in her mouth. She managed to separate them from the stem and finish them without dropping any. the creature seemed pleased and got up to leave. Jenna decided that if this was going to continue she would have to sit up. Carefully she pushed herself up until she was sitting at a forty five degree angle, her palms supporting her. The next creature didn't seem to care as it placed a piece of bread-fruit in her mouth, which she was able to down in two bites. She was surprised she didn't feel full, considering she had already eaten at least five pounds of fruit.  If anything she was even hungrier than before. Her stomach growled a bit as the next piece was brought, a bright red, oblong thing that tasted vaguely sour. It was extremely juicy and she found her front soaked with sticky fluid.  The creature seemed to understand the problem and undid one of her hands so she could feed herself. She considered trying to undo the other arm when a colossal melon was set next to her. It had been cut in half and it's sweet scent filled the air. It overwhelmed her and she tore into it, slurping up as much as she could fit in to her mouth at once. As she ate she was aware of a growing pressure from the waistband of her shorts. Still eating she glanced down and saw that her belly had begun to swell outward. 
Rather than bothering her it actually made her even hungrier when she though of how much more she could eat. The creatures had begun coming faster now, leaving fruit when Jenna was still busy eating. While she tore in to another melon she looked at her fellow captives, and discovered they too were getting bigger. Kala's already respectable pot belly had ballooned so large she looked like she was carrying a full litter of cubs! Jenna shoveled food in to her mouth as fast as she could swallow, reveling in the feeling of her expanding belly. It felt a little tight now but she paid it no mind. Her belly extended before her like a great furry dome, the waistband of her pants digging a deep furrow into her expanding flesh. As she finished off another huge melon she heard a snap and felt some of the pressure on her immense belly release as her shorts gave. Her belly surged forward, pushing between her legs and coming to rest on the base of her tail. She was feeling extremely bloated by then, but refused to stop eating. She began to feel a strange sliding feeling moving up from her belly into her chest. As she munched on some grapes she realized her once modest bosom was also growing, her gorging forcing fat from around her belly into the rest of her body .They seemed to inflate like balloons, spreading outward and upward. Her bra was beginning to feel uncomfortable as her breasts pushed against the fabric of her T-shirt. Her nipples stood prominently as each swallow rubbed them against the cups of her bra. Her rapidly expanding flesh was beginning to become more sensitive to the touch, as her gorging began to go from pleasurable to orgasmic. As she reached for another piece of fruit she realized the other wrist and her ankles were beginning to hurt, looking over she realized that even her arms and legs were beginning to swell and the ropes was cutting into them. She was about to reach over and try to undo one when one of the creatures walked over and snapped them with a simple pinch from one mighty paw. She thanked it around a mouthful of sweet, juicy fruit but the creature made no response. She swallowed again and let out a low moan of pleasure as she felt it slide down her expansive gullet. By now her bra was so tight it was unbearable, her shirt strained to it's limits hugged every curve of her colossal chest. She reached back to try and undo the clasp but it was enveloped in soft, furry flesh. Knowing there was only one way to do this she grabbed a gourd full of water that had been thoughtfully laid aside and drank it so fast  she didn't even really swallow, just let the fluid flow into her cavernous belly. She was rewarded with a tearing noise, but was dismayed to find that only her shirt had given, displaying for all the world to see her colossal breasts, each one overflowing the cup on every possible side, the cups and straps making deep furrows into her bloated flesh. Unable to stand she inhaled a deep breath and held it, the bras strap creaking under the strain, until finally with a sound like a gun shot the clasp snapped in two and the bra was sent flying into the trees like a rubber band. 
Finally released her massive breasts spilled forward to rest atop her magnificent belly. By now she was actually having trouble seeing over their tops, and breathing was becoming difficult as her breasts swelled toward her face. It took all her strength, but she managed to heave her incredible bulk onto her front. She looked like a huge furry waterbed with an ass for a set of pillows.  One of the creatures came over and dumped a bucket of water over the soft expanse of her back, matting her rich brown fur and making it hug her more and more generous curves. Jenna continued to shovel food into her mouth, only stopping to breath or occasionally glance at the others. They too had followed suit, and from a distance she imagined they must look like a bunch of beached whales. The wolf from the cell next to her was so fat that her legs and arms had all but disappeared into the soft rolls of her immense body. Her breasts were incredible, each of them the size o Jenna's belly. When she listened carefully she realized that over the sounds of eating she heard a spattering noise. Angling her head she looked below them and realized that milk was dripping from several of the other females. She had never heard of foods that would induce lactation, but given everything else that had happened, an her own driving hunger she gave it little thought.  She continued to stuff herself, each new inch of flesh bringing her more pleasure than the last. Suddenly she felt something happen within her massive body, her breasts seemed to churn within, the sensations actually driving her into an incredible orgasm! As she howled a flood of milk burst from her hugely swollen nipples. It felt like everything she had eaten was spilling through her colossal mammaries as they swelled and swelled until they were twice they're original size, and still growing.
 She dug her hands into her magnificent bosom and squeezed as hard as she could, the sensations driving her into a frenzy! One of the creatures noticed she had stopped eating and walked up, thrusting a huge pile of fruits into her face. She gorged on whatever she could reach, feeling her incredibly fattened bulk lifting higher off the ground as her belly continued to grow. Finally she let out a keening howl that forced the monster to clap it's hands over it's ears as she finally climaxed! A burst of milk exploded from her breasts and her whole body shook like a massive gelatin. Her howling continued unabated as multiple orgasms wracked her bloated form. The creatures, unable to stand it anymore ran shouting into the trees. By the time her howling stopped and she began to regain her senses. She became aware of feeling extremely bloated, only not in the pleasant glowy way she had before, but like she had eaten almost more than her body could hold.
 She groaned and tried to move, but of course her ridiculously fattened body wouldn't permit it, and all she succeeded in doing was sending irritating waves along her immense belly. The others seemed to be coming around as well as more groans joined hers. "Gawd I'm stuffed" came one  moan, "My tits feel like someone stuck a tire pump in 'em and set it on high" came another. She lay there trying to recuperate, bloated and humiliated when she heard voices from the trees. She tried to lift her head but the brace of chins hanging from her face made it impossible. One of the females, the wolf, who happened to be facing the right direction suddenly perked up. "It's a search party! They must have heard the vixen's howling! Hey over here! Over here! OOOooohhh." Her shouts dissolved into moans again and she collapsed back onto her incredible breasts. Fortunately the people below seemed to have heard her, and as they reached the base of the pyramid all of the females tried to call to them, doing their best to ignore the complaints of their bloated bodies. 
Finally a furry head poked above the edge of the pyramid's peak, followed closely by the sleek, midnight black body of Karash. For a moment he stood there, stunned by what he saw. If he hadn't heard they're voices he would have thought that these heavily fattened females were some bizarre sub-breed of mutant. His eyes alighted on Kala and he snapped out of his trance. 'They're up here!" He called down below. "Someone radio base camp, tell them we need eight of our biggest cargo haulers! The rest of you-" He was cut short by motions of protest from all the females who could see him. He walked over to Jenna. "What?" Jenna would have tried to bite him if the motion wouldn't have made her already overstuffed form rock back and forth. Instead she motioned him closer, carefully lifted her head from her immense, pillowy breasts, and screamed as loud as she could in his ear." WE'RE NAKED YOU JACK-ASS!" He fell back a few steps, clutching his ringing ear with one paw. Jenna ignored him." Get us some clothes, or blankets or a Tarp, I don't care, the last thing any of us wants is to be paraded into camp like some traveling freak show." "But you always slept nude back at camp." Karash said unhelpfully. Jenna resisted the urge to try and attack him anyway. Through clenched teeth she spoke "Back at camp I didn't weigh more than a transport truck." Karash still looked puzzled, but finally seemed to grasp the situation. He returned to the edge of the pyramid. "Okay people, I want all you to bring your tents, sleeping bags and spare clothes midway up the temple, then go and meet the cargo haulers to direct them." The search party was puzzled by these orders, but did as they were told. By the time they were out of sight, Karash had managed to haul the last pile of gear to the top. First he went to Kala, whereupon he fell onto her massive chest and wept for several minutes. Kala tried to convince him she was okay, although every sob from Karash placed undue pressure on her bloated breasts and she was hard pressed to keep from wincing. Finally Karash calmed down. He pulled out his radio and spoke into it. "What's the ETA on those haulers?" A voice half lost in static came back a few seconds later. "It's gonna be awhile, the jungles pretty thick the whole way, even if we broke a ton of GEPA laws and cut our way through, it'd still take us two hours. If we do things by the book, eight." Karash shuddered, the last person he'd met who'd violated Global Environmental Protection Act laws had had to spend twenty years overseeing a sewage treatment plant filtration post. "Negative on the cutting hauler, we've got enough problems without the GEPA coming after us." "Affirmative." The radio went silent and Karash turned back to the females. "It's going to be at least four hours until the haulers get here, what do you want me to do in the mean time?" Kala coughed politely and pointed to the pile of cloth and then to her own huge, naked body. "Oh, right, sorry." Karash quickly hurried over to the cloth heap and grabbed the first things that came to hand, a tent, two sleeping bags and a large coil of cable that was put in by mistake. He was going to just throw them over the female's huge forms, but then an idea entered his somewhat thick skull. He set about uncoiling the steel cable and laying out the tent.
	It was a half hour before the haulers were due to arrive when he finished. Before him lay eight huge bikini like items, and eight huge pairs of shorts, the waist bands a good twelve feet wide on the largest. Most of the females had dropped off to sleep, however Kala had remained conscious to help him. Using the cable, of which there was plenty as several coils more had been found to Karash's surprise, and the various articles of cloth and nylon, he'd manage to sew together functioning clothes for the entire party of females. By the time he'd lashed the last bikini like item around Jenna's pendulous chest, he heard the low growl of haulers coming from the trees. Shouting at the top of his voice he skidded down the steep side of the pyramid to greet the approaching convoy. Loading the bulky females onto the haulers proved less difficult than imagined as the largest hauler had it's own crane and they were able to simply lift the unfortunate females down. On the way back, after the camp's doctor had applied several creams to her tight skin that would loosen her up, Jenna talked with several other party members about her fantastic experiences. Based on what she had seen it was likely that the creatures who had kidnapped her were in fact WorldGen mutants, who over time had somehow developed a rudimentary intelligence. She had no idea where they'd learned Aztec, along with the ceremony, although a thorough examination of the site would probably give an explanation. The plumed serpents were just as easily explained as being another breed of mutants, most likely bred to hunt airborne furs such as bats and some birds. No one however, could come up with a reason for her present condition. Some thought that the fruits contained some as yet unknown chemical, while others with less rational minds thought it might have had something to do with the temple itself. Just then the doctor walked up to Jenna's hauler and shooed the others away, saying that she needed rest if she was ever going to recover. "IS this fixable?" She asked the doctor as the others left. The elderly gibbon removed his spectacles and cleaned them as they moved. "It's possible, we could try starvation, although that could lead to health problems later, cosmetic surgery is out of the question until we can get you back to the Canadian Provinces. The best idea I can think of is a strict diet and a lot of time in the sauna." Jenna looked at him quizzically. "Since when did we have a sauna?" "Didn't I tell you?" The doctor returned his spectacles to his face. "A couple hours after you left one of the linguists accidentally fell from where he had climbed on the marker to get a better look, and he landed face first on the cap-stone of a royal tomb! We've barely begun sonar imaging and already we've found 250 distinct artifacts of the Quetxalcoatl empire!" Jenna was stunned, all she could think of to say was "But how did we get the sauna?" "Oh, yes of course, well currently we're looking at a full year of work at least before we can unearth everything. With that in mind some of our associates decided it wouldn't hurt to set up some amenities around camp. We also have a working shower and we've even dug a small swimming pool." Jenna barely heard him, she was still getting over their discovery, this would make their careers, all of them, right down to the interns, and hers in particular. As the only party member with a PHD in archaeology she would be instrumental throughout the dig, even in her current condition. She settled into the now comforting rolls of fat that covered her and dreamt of the months to come.