Lara's Baby Chapter 3
 
 Lara made her way down through the jungle, the day beginning to dawn. She turned her light off absentmindedly as the day got brighter. All of her muscles ached as she walked begging for rest. She moved on still, her arms at her side. She could feel her stomach bounce with each step, though fatigue began to overtake her. She trudged on, knowing that if she feel asleep now, chances were that she'd wind up as a plump, round morsel inside of a creature's stomach. She stroked her stomach once more, the tension in her skin causing her to groan. It felt rather wonderful, actually. She moved her other hand to the top of her stomach, moving them down over her round skin, taking a deep breath, feeling her stomach roll forward. She became more and more fascinated with it as time went on. She even stopped just so she could jump into the air, and feel her baby belly jump up, than sag back down.
 
 �I could get used to this...� She muttered to herself as her GPS unit began to beep.
 
 She paused, reaching over to her side, pulling out her GPS unit. She tapped the screen, the small unit began to whirr, its screen turning on. It began to accept a signal, though it was weak. Lara began to look at satellite photos, noting a village nearby. She stepped forward, the Device loosing connection again. She began to move though the woods, turning away from the path. The cool, dewy plants began to brush up against Lara's stomach as she walked, the domed surface pushing the leaves aside. Finally, just ahead, she saw the village.
 
 Several circular huts silhouetted just past the trees, along with roughly a dozen humanoid figures. Her aching muscles began to cheer, her legs giving out, and causing her body to tumble forward. She quickly, and instinctively caught herself against a tree, and soon regained her footing. Her hand began to sting, and she brought it away from the tree, and turned to look at her palm, noticing several ants biting her skin. She quickly brushed them off, and stepped forward into the clearing around the town.
 
 She looked up at the natives, noticing that they seemed rather well fed. She looked around once more. There village was big enough for roughly 50 people. They seemed rather malnourished, with a few staring at her, studying her round form. The town itself had several docks servicing small fishing boats in a calm lake, though Lara could see the beginnings of the River Orinoco in the distance. She nodded her head speaking in Spanish.
 
 �Greetings, my name is Lara Croft, I am an explorer, and I seek a place to rest because I have traveled through the night, away from the temple high in the mountains. I offer what little food I have, if you will allow me to rest here. �
 
 A woman spoke back. �We know of the place you speak of, and you are a lucky woman to have traveled from there at night, and in your condition. We will tell the chief you have arrived.�
 
 Lara smiled, and nodded, sitting her big round British bottom on a log, her legs beginning to ache. The woman's voice is heard over the �sound� of all of Lara's muscles sighing in relief.
 
 �my name is Shalana. I am the chieftan's wife. Now, if you will let us take care of you while we prepare a room. It should only be a short while...�
 
 Soon, a servant girl, rather young, around 16 or so, came up to Lara, and began to massage her legs. They spoke in a language she slightly understood, but did not care at the moment. She was lost in her own mind, her legs loosening up under the girl's hands. She let out a soft groan as another woman, this one in her 20's, began to massage her other calf muscle. Her tired mind began to drift off to sleep. However, she kept herself awake, waiting for Shalana to return.
 
 She began to drift off after roughly 15 minutes passed, only to be awakened again as one of the women began to massage her stomach. The touch tickled, really. Lara laughed and giggled as she looked up to see Shalana approaching.
 
 �Good news, you've been invited to a feast in your honor, and you're allowed to stay for as long as you'd like.� Shalana stopped in front of Lara, extending her arms to help the red headed adventuress up off the ground. �If you'd follow me, we could take you to my hut, and my daughters could finish there, allright?�
 
 Lara took Shalana's hands and helped lifting off the ground. Lara groaned, both out of a need for sleep, as well as a slight protest over the massages ending. She stood there while Shalana spoke to both of her daughters, the words trailing off in Lara's sleepy mind as she slowly turned to see both daughters smiling and laughing. Shalana set off toward a nearby tent.
 
 �Follow me please, Lara.�
 
 Lara follows, taking small steps as she's lead into a grass hut. Once inside, Shala gestures to the floor, and Lara sits.
 
 �My daughters will take care of you, and in an hour or so, we start cooking a long awaited dinner, allright?�
 
 Lara smiled as she sat back down, her mind spinning with a need for sleep, her muscles demanding rest. �What are we having?�
 
 Shalana smiled widly. �Long pig. Its a tribe delicacy.� At her side, her two daughters giggled.
 
 Lara began to think on that, certain she heard the phrase �Long Pig� Somewhere before. However, her mind trailed off as the two women began to massage her sore back. She sat with her legs crossed, her baby belly sitting between her legs. She becomes lost in thought, tossing the phrase �Long pig� around in her mind. She could hear the sisters talking around her as she began to drift off into a deep sleep, though a few key words began to drift into her mind. Words like �She's really tough,� �feast... breasts...,� and �I want....part... bottom.� Lara opened up her eyes with a start, her mind beginning to wake up. She looked around at the moment, her sleepy mind finally comprehend what they were talking about with a sudden realization.
 
 �oh... SHIT....�
 
 Lara muttered to herself as both women suddenly paid attention to what they were saying. She DID hear the phrase �Long Pig� awhile ago. It was a euphemism for human flesh, and from what She could gather of the women's conversation, they were talking about eating her! Lara herself was the dinner, and the massage was simply prep work. She began to work out an escape plan, and after a few moments, she thought of something. She turned to the daughters.
 
 �Would you ladies lead me to the bathroom, please?�
 
 Both women nodded and helped Lara off the floor, leading her into the village, walking down toward a shack along the river. Lara thanked them, and stepped inside the outhouse. The room itself was rather small, situated over a the river itself. She broke off a small piece of grass, and dropped it into the water. It would appear that the flow of the river was rather strong. She quickly opened up a small hole and stuck her head through, and began to look around. There were several reed boats nearby, moored to a dock made out of wood. Lara quickly began to push herself through the wall, Her big stomach catching on the walls of the outhouse causing her to tumble into the water. She tumbled into the water with a rather loud splash, taking in a deep breath as she fell. Her round tummy ached and hurt soothed by the cool water around her. She swam underwater toward the boats, mentally keeping track of her progress.
 
 With a quick peek above the water, she adjusted her bearings, and set a course toward the boats. She peeked into one, finding nothing. The next one, however, had a blanket and fishing supplies inside. She took another breath, and dove underneath the water, running her hand along the boat as she swam, her knees finally hitting the bottom, along with her tummy. She poked up once more, her head barely above the water. Fortunately, there didn't seem to be anyone around, so she quickly moved out of the water, her stomach bouncing wildly as she stepped onto shore, water running down her body. She quickly dove into the boat, removing the rope that held the ship to the shore in one fell swoop. She lay down inside of the boat, pulling the blanket over her. She paused, realizing that her stomach was poking out the top of the canoe. She quickly moved down to the side as the ship drifted to the middle of the river, the current beginning to take the boat down the river. She covered herself with the blanket so as not to be seen, the boat drifting along. An minute passes, then 3 minutes pass, the sound of water hitting the side of the boat causing Lara to drift out of consciousness, falling asleep in a boat, in the middle of a river, going to who knows where....