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when my team of adventurers and i discovered the island, initially we found these women sickening, with their bizarre, twisted configurated bodies. not knowing of what was normal, they assumed this was simply how everyone was. they were kind, welcoming, endearingly warm and pleasant to be with. in later research an autopsy showed all of these sublimely feminine creatures, were, in fact, men. in the following months we would discover their horrific mating and lifecycle.we resisted these monster women,as best we could, but we were worn down by their perpetual sexual advances.once they picked up english, we were doomed. there was something hypnotic in the way they spoke our names.soon we found the very touch of these monstrous, female appearing appearing men addictive and intoxicatingly erotic.we eventually gave in and discovered an unparalleled sexual prowess. if ever there was a real island of sea sirens calling men to their doom as we had heard from tales of jason and his argonauts, this was it. discovering any additional information about this island or what had happened to Moreaux-- the infamous geneticist responsible for these...women--- took months, as we were exhausted from the unending coupling. in an effort to try to break ourselves from their sexual attractiveness, we called them daddies, feebly trying to stop ourselves from coupling again and again. there was no point. they were irresistible. there was always a new daddy to try, their exotic configurations yielding ever expanding orgasmic delights. to hear any one of these voluptuous, amputee men call your name was to be hypnotized. it was impossible not to have one's sexual urges piqued, body parts engorged.indeed, as much as these daddies longed to be impregnated, my crew wanted to give them every drop of their seed. often copulating was so frequent, many of my crew reported their sexual organs ached, frequently battered, bruised and blistered from all the constant copulation. the only break was in the days following a birth, waiting for the new beings to mature. we documented as much as we could in these brief moments of respite, only to fall back into the trap once more when a new lover beckoned....nnnn
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