A strange place

You wake up slowly and in almost total darkness. Your naked body is a little sore, but you feel otherwise alright. It is very warm and humid and you seem to by lying against a surface that feels...alive. Like a moist flesh beneath you. It is warm to the touch.

The air has a thick perfumed smell and you can hear a distant thumping drum almost like the beating of a vast heart. You put two and two together and realize that you must now be inside some sort of enormous organism. Yet, you are not afraid. You are in no pain and, if anything, you feel almost as horny as you were earlier.

There is something else. A voice. An alien voice in your head. No, it's a chorus, speaking in a thousand different languages.

Your eyes slowly adjust and you realize you are in a small domed chamber. The floors and walls are a brownish-punk spongy flesh. Pores on its surface ooze slimy liquids out that make everything slippery to the touch. Larger pustules, like tiny volcanoes, vent a pinkish haze into the air.

A sphincter-like portal connects the chamber you are in to another. It is about chest-high and seems just large enough for you to climb through - assuming you can **** the sphincter open. You place a hand on the fleshy pucker and push. It doesn't budge.

'Step back,' says a voice in your head.

"What?" You say aloud.

'Step back from the entry,' the voice insists and you obey.

The sphincter gapes open and one of the large worms wriggles through. It rears up, its head even with you. It is a horrifying creature to behold, but you feel no fear.

'You are human,' the creature asserts. 'You are now my property.'

The idea of being a **** or property to this alien monster is insane, yet you again feel no fear or revulsion.

'I am not a cruel master,' the creature continues, slithering closer and touching your face with its tiny head-tentacles. 'I will give you a free choice.'

"What is my choice?" You ask, shivering with pleasure at its touch.

'Undergo the changes to your physiology to satisfy me as my mate,' the creature suggests, 'or become one of my spawn queens and enjoy a life of reproductive satisfaction. Which will it be?'

What? This is crazy. How could you possibly even answer this weird alien slug?