It takes you several moments to realize the fog has cleared away at all. The latest stop on your journey is a frozen land of snow and ice, with nothing but white to be seen. You seem to be rather coated in thick white fur yourself, along with a fair deal of fat. You aren't especially limber in this latest strange alien body, with its short stubby arms and thick neck that barely allows you to turn your head. Your body is so round in general at first you think you can't see your legs, but when you attempt to wiggle your toes, it finally sinks in that you have none, like a mermaid, or perhaps more like a walrus, given your overall proportions. Other than the tail that eventually makes itself known, and your stubby little arms your entire body is just something of a big round lump... with of course, one exception. Jutting from your chest, once again, is a rather enormous pair of breasts.
You can't help but wonder what an odd commonality that seems to have been through all of this. After all, on earth, humans are honestly rather unique in having prominent breasts. Even the other primates all have flat chested females. The closest anything else really has to breasts that you're aware of would be cows, but that isn't really the same thing, since there's just sort of the one, and so far as you know it's only really protruding when they're nursing their young, whereas women really just sort of have decorative globs of fat tenting their chest out to really put the important milk producing bits out there where they can be seen. It's not exactly the most sexy way of looking at things, but then, you're a big ol' lump of fat in general at the moment, so where else can your mind be expected to go? In any case, every alien race you've found yourself as seems to be rather well-endowed in that respect, and you can't help but wonder if there's a connection. Can intelligent life only come about and build up a civilization when there's breasts to obsess over? Are they the mark of some ancient progenitor race, marking those species enlightened enough to someday join the great intergalactic civilization with nice pairs for all the ladies? It may also be simpler than that though come to think of it. After all, you've only seen a handful of planets, and they haven't exactly been selected at random. Maybe breasts are a galactic rarity, but coming from a race that has them, Grendy only decided to look for recruits on worlds with that in common. What you really should be asking yourself is why all these different alien races seem to just flat out speak English. That's much more unusual.
In any case, you eventually work out how to slide and trundle along in search of this final male. Hopefully once you're finished here, you'll be restored to something at least a little more maneuverable... although you can't imagine what, seeing how Grendy was so adamant about not letting you walk around as her clone again.