You want tits!

You can't resist and let your hands squeeze the woman's enormous breasts, soft and smooth and warm, with an impossibly deep well of cleavage you could so easily sink into...

"You want my beautiful breasts, man-thing?" She coos, reaching up to gently caress your cheek. "You want tits? You want to bury your face in the majesty of our world, feel our wonderful splendor with your own hands? Just say so."

"Yes, I do." You grin at the intimidating woman. This is a dream come true.

"Then just say it. Say you want tits." She steps closer, allowing you to get an even bigger, better grip on her chest.

"I want your tits." You respond. "I want tits!"

"Just as I thought." The Mistress' tone changes and she steps back, leaving your hands fumbling in the air. Before you can react, she gestures for her guards, who approach you and grab your arms with surprising strength and speed, holding you in place as the Mistress walks away.

"You're not the first man-thing we've gotten here, whoever you are, but they all choose the same fate you just did: To live among us peacefully. This is paradise, after all." She calls to you in a gentle tone, even though what she's saying seems ominous. Then, to the guards, she says: "Take him to Orientation. And give him what he wants. He won't cause trouble."

As the Mistress returns to the pyramid, the guards drag you to a different door that leads to an elevator. You ask where they're taking you and what she meant by "Orientation," but they ignore you. Or maybe they don't speak your language? It's weird to think everyone on an alien world speaks your language...

While you think about that, the elevator arrives at an all-white room with a table in the middle. One of the guards gently nudges you out of the elevator, and when you turn to ask what you're supposed to do, the door of the elevator closes behind you and completely seals shut, fading into the wall. Now you're in a room with no discernible entrance or exit, just the table in the middle... which looks more like an operating table a doctor would use than anything else.

Suddenly, vents appear along the ceiling of the room and a green gas is pumped in. You run around for a moment in a panic, but after breathing in the gas, you don't notice any change. However, you feel a change as the gas completely dissolves your space suit and any other non-biological items you have on person. After a moment, the gas dissipates, the vents close, and you're left completely naked in the white room.

A pleasant female voice is heard coming from somewhere:

"Please, lay down flat on the table to begin Orientation."