Male (Pre-made)

You sigh in relief as your starship touches ground under the heavy roof of the dark woods - going through the atmosphere of this particular planet was always a very uncomfortable experience for you and your race.

Exiting the ship through the side port-hole, already disguised in your primary human form, you could easily smell the strange scent of the nearby human population - utterly unaware of your landing and mission.

Your head suddenly was swimming for a minute with flashes of images from your homeworld - your superior was attempting to establish telepathic contact.

'You have landed, sentient seventy-two,' stated Mistress Ismallad, Emperess of the Sarrac Quadrant. 'Remember your priorities - I want as many soldiers for my ground army as possible for the invasion. You have twelve Earth-standard days. Do not fail your Lady!'

'Of course, Mistress,' you respond telepathically, unfazed by her stern tone - she always was a 'mission-first' kind of person and didn't appreciate any indulgement on the job.

Such as, a few years ago, when you merely used the females of a planet for personal pleasure and forgot to use them to prepare an army.

Pushing thoughts of your past aside, you could feel your muscles tighten at the thought of the attractive, unsuspecting women on this planet - of all the worlds you "visited" this had to count as the sexiest - other than your own species, of course - your life partner wouldn't like you considering 'aliens' as more attractive than her.

Your human body was unconsciously reacting to your sexually stimulated thoughts - your human penis had lengthend to nine inches long and two and a half inches thick. Once again clearing your mind, you willed it to retract down to flacid size and walked smoothly towards the human concentration - a casual attire of white-collared shirt and jeans morphing into existence to cover your nude form.