Hank Flugelhorn, a man somewhat taken with hyperbole, has written a book about his adventures in outer space, and he doesn't care if you believe him or not. According to him, three naked girls sidled up to him one day and kidnapped him. They dragged him kicking and giggling to their space ship and whisked him off to their planet. On the way he was forced to donate a sperm sample via a spermatron and then required to satisfy each of the naked ladies, a feat which he accomplished with great finesse. Not that he needed to brag. On their planet he was thrown into the clutches of Xquisitrix, whose job was to reprogram him so that he would not contaminate women on her planet with his toxic behavioral habits brought from Earth. Xquisitrix explained to him during this reprogramming that all males had died out due to homopox. His job would be to repopulate the planet. He asserted that he would do his best. When the time came he threw himself into his work with ultimate dedication. On the seventh day he rested, only to discover that he had now contracted the dreaded homopox, which manifested itself in the slow rotting of his sexual organs. Before that happened he managed to steal a rocket and take off for earth with his favored space gal.