"We really should be going to see your leader..."

Really? Well, you didn't get this important job by having fun and ignoring your duty, did you? Suppressing the urge to tell the busty woman to remove your space suit and suck on your undeniably hard cock, you stand up straight and put on a serious face.

"Okay, Commander Candi. Please take me to whoever's in charge. I have an important message of peace from my homeworld." You realize your mission didn't really go into detail about what you were supposed to do when you went through the black hole, but a message of peace sounded like a good idea.

Commander Candi's lustful expression turns into a frustrated scowl and she turns her blushing chest away from you. "Fine." She barks at you. "Get on the stupid hover-bike." Commander Candi looks down at her chest, wondering if she should've tried harder to get that promotion last year that came with two additional cup sizes. She had heard that the horniness of menfolk was of mythical proportions and that even the smallest breasts could be used to get whatever you want from them and their puny brains, but apparently that's not the case. "Jerk, ignoring my tits just because they're small..." Candi mutters as she helps you onto the hover-bike.

"What was that?" You ask. Had she said her tits were small? They were anything but, at least going off of your limited experience with breasts.

"Nothing!" Candi responds, hopping on the bike herself and shooting back toward the city at an incredible speed.

You still have your erection from before, and with the two of you now on this hover-bike, you feel it pressing up against Candi's skirt-clad ass. It feels incredible, and you picture yourself squeezing in tighter and maybe grabbing her breasts if you weren't handcuffed... maybe you made the wrong choice? Oh well, too late.

The two of you are flying so fast that it's hard to get a good sense of the world you're flying over, but you can tell it's much more technologically advanced than the world you know. Everyone has flying vehicles, there are holograms everywhere, it all has that shiny aesthetic of an Apple Store. They fly past a number of big and important-looking buildings... Clone-Tech, the Biology Modification Bureao (You notice that it's spelled wrong just to create the acronym BiMBo), and in the center of the massive city, a huge glass skyscraper with an hourglass-like shape. Candi swings her bike closer to the building and you see that its roof is covered in an enormous, perfectly arranged garden with flowers of all different colors and types.

At the center of the garden is a large pink pyramid structure and a landing pad, where Candi brings her bike down. Three woman leave the pyramid and approach the bike. Two of them are wearing flowing red robes that cover their entire bodies, save for their bare shoulders. They're both also wearing lace red veils covering the bottom half of their face, and they both have their hair pulled up into pigtails. At first glance, the flowing robes make them look pregnant, but no, they both have unbelievable massive tits, easily the size of medicine balls, that the robes are simply draped across.

The third woman is wearing a short latex dress, in the same red, plus a white lab coat and black stiletto heels at the end of long, slender legs. Her face, like the cop's, is gorgeous. Beautiful full lips, symmetrical features, perfect makeup. Even her thick glasses suit her. Her dark hair hangs all the way down to her lower back, and in one hand she's hold a clipboard.

Oh, and her breasts. Unlike the women in red, her breasts are almost fully exposed and seemingly defying gravity with their massive size, slightly bigger than the two women accompanying her. The only things covering up her tits are a pair of shiny nipple pasties, in the same shade of red. Clearly part of some kind of uniform.

"Is this the specimen?" She asks Candi in a pleasant, European-sounding accent.

"Yes, Mistress. Unfortunately."

You look over and see that Candi is bowing, exposing her now-less-impressive cleavage. She turns her head and glares at you, the universal sign of "you should also be bowing."