The salty spray stings your face as you cough, seawater and sand clinging to your skin. You crawl across the beach, the wreckage of your ship scattered like broken teeth. This is it, the end of your journey.

But then you see them. Men. Everywhere. Tall, muscular figures with sun-kissed skin. Some are laughing, others are wrestling, but what strikes you most is the strangeness of their forms. Some have distended bellies, round and pregnant-looking, others stand proud, chests puffed out with leaking nipples, and all of them have prominent erections. The sight is disorienting. You rub your eyes to make sure it's not your imagination.

As the world comes back into focus, you see a figure striding towards you, a man of immense presence. He's tall, broad-shouldered, and wears a crown of seashells atop his head. His gaze is keen but his smile is warm.

"Welcome, traveler," he booms, his voice a rolling thunder. "I am Chief Taviro, and this is Mpreg Island, our home."

He turns to a figure behind him, a young man with a playful glint in his eye. "Iketu! Help our guest to his feet." With a cheeky grin, the young man takes your hand and pulls you up with ease. "Hey there, I'm the chief's son, Iketu. Let me know if you need anything." He winks.

You stammer, trying to make sense of what you're seeing. You ask them about the men with the distended bellies.

Chief Taviro smiles indulgently. "Here, traveler, life is different," he explains, his voice a low rumble. "On Mpreg Island, men bring forth life. We impregnate each other, and our children grow within us until they are fully formed men, ready to take their place in our society. They are born from the place of great pleasure, the anus." He pauses, his gaze softening. "And," he adds with a wink, "the bond between men, be it father and son, or strangers, is a sacred thing. It manifests in many forms, some more obvious than others." He gestures towards the men, their erections prominent.

"Actually, your timing is perfect. Let me show you something." He leads you towards a large gathering of men, one of whom is lying down, his stomach taut and swollen. "This is Bram," Chief Taviro announces. "He is ready to give birth." You watch, bewildered, as the Chief approaches Bram, his touch gentle and reassuring. The men around them observe, a sense of reverence in their eyes. With his knees to his chest, Bram begins to push and groan. With great effort, a fully-grown man emerges from his ass, slick with fluids. He, too, is erect. He looks at his father, smiles, and then begins to suckle from one of his nipples.

"Welcome to life, my son," Bram says while stroking his hair. "I think I'll call you...Zam." The man, now called Zam, releases his nipple and looks up at him lovingly. "Sounds good. Thanks, Dad." He then continues to suckle while reaching down to fondle himself.

Your head spins. The casual way they all accept the birth, the blatant sexuality, the sheer strangeness of it all. You see other men, their chests bared, nipples leaking milk, which is then sucked on by other men, some who are clearly their fathers or sons, while all of them, without exception, are hard.

Iketu notices the dilemma in your face. "I know it's a lot to take in for the first time. If you'd like to find your way back to your own land, I can help you. But...if you'd like to stay, I can also help you adjust to our way of life. For what it's worth, I think you have a lot of potential as a member of our tribe." He smiles warmly and a bit salaciously at you.