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Incident Log from Melodias Sternrod, reasearcher and scientist stationed in the /horni/ observation laboratory
The Misfortune of the Musclefag

Many come to our research station with the intent of finding out how /horni/ may relieve a desire that has plauged their minds for decades, never to be unexpressed. While there are many that find their natural affinities to the more carnal desires represented in the current array of goddeses there are many more wayward souls that come to our doors expecting a divine release that will not come. Many convert to other beliefs to smother those desires, becoming cunny priest or devoting themselves to the path of the architect, others journey into the schizo wastes in hopes that somewhere these feelings will find their proper place among the mad. Some decide to continue their efforts elsewhere, most likely to end up a schizo or dead of their own volition, unable to cope. Some join us.
Eurydion was one of the last, a fellow who found peace only in the arms of women who could crush his skull like a grape. We'd suggested that he venture towards /noel/ and become a follower of the Order of Shirogane, if not find a knightly women. He told us he was quite well explored in what the Shirogane had to offer him. He'd wanted more. This should have been my first tip off that something was wrong with the boy, hyperism and its maddening influence on the mind was not unfamiliar to us, but I relented. He'd clearly journeyed long and far through the realm in order to find his place and that showed the type of grit and drive that men at /hornii/ require. So it was that Micolash came into our service and did study in our coastal citadel among a host of fetishist each seeking out further perfected methods of carnal chuubanite refinement, Micolash himself studied our records on the Shishiron among many /hag/ enthusiast. His first few thesis papers were relating the Shishiron to muscular perfection wrought in truly predatory fashion, I could practically feel the enthusiasm dripping from the ink of the page however it did not catch on in the slightest among his peers or elders and there was even talk of him being expelled for being at risk for going schizo, something which could not be allowed near chuubanite testing of our caliber.
Micolash released a second thesis soon afterwards, this time he'd professed a grand misunderstanding had occured and introduced many architects to the idea of "muscle fat" and appealed to the senses of the /ringo/ crowd by citing references of the potent sweat which could be wrought from the well muscled. These views were accepted quite well and so most suspicion towards his truer intentions fell away and went back to the carnal puruits which had brought us here together in the first place.
I was in deep philisophical debate with a man as to whether large tits on a small ass was superior to large ass with small tits when one of the junior reseachers informed me of the incident. A horrific accident had occured during an experiment that had resulted in the deaths of five researchers and chuubanite had been involved, the three of us ventured down into the dungeons, my debate partner arming himself with a musket. The smell iron smell of blood filling our lustful academia as well as the odor of researchers whose bowels had been torn open in a particularly violent mutilation caused me to vomit before I ventured any further towards the source. Micolash was long dead by the time I entered these hallways, in fact, much of what was left of him was painted across the walls. We know now that Micolash had smuggled in a Botan blooded women, intent on transforming her into an icon of desire using the chuubanite samples meant for experimentation and study, perhaps even intent on creating a godling of her.
She appeared suddenly and without warning, twice the size of any men I'd ever known and with muscles that were swollen to a sickly degree, swelled so great that the skin had begun to tear and blood ran down her veiny arms. The junior researcher had been leading us forward and I had expected him to be swept aside in her violent rush forward, instead, the she-beast reached out and grabbed the boy's collar bone with her left hand before using her right to hold his head still as she forced him apart. I am unsure how long it took for the chap to die, despite the fact that his organs were strewn about the ground like bright pink worms. He screamed despite his lower half lying on the floor kicking sporadically like a mad trumpateer, I was so shocked from the horrific sight that I nearly became her next victim before the musket was fired into the center of her chest. The hole sank into her, throwing her backwards and squashing muscle, organ, and bone where it struck. Even with the mortal wound, she tried to stand aloft once more, however whatever the chuubanite experiments had one to her was beginning to wear off and the tense flesh of her muscle was rapidly degenerating and falling away in clumps of bruised flesh.
We dissected the body and while we can gauge what changes were made to her, we have no clue what Micolash had done to produce such a horrible result. Of course this incident should not reflect poorly on those that harbor desires not currently expressed by the goddesses in their entirety, it does speak to the danger of a desire left unexpressed. We should make it our top priority to make sure that schizos such as Micolash are not allowed to fester within our carnal university so that events such as these become absent in the annals of history.