Right after the press conference

You had decided to wear your human form for the press conference, and it had gone well. Every little human on the planet had already heard of you anyway, but to many who had not witnessed your people's swift takeover, you had been just a myth. Now you would put a human face to the myth.

"An alien among us!" The headlines said to look out for tentacles, extra dicks, all kinds of things. It was probably a good idea not to show any of your extra dicks to the humans in your very first television appearance, but it was also hard to understand why these people have such qualms about tentacles.

The press conference was a twenty-five minute showcase of how little you care for the humans of earth. There were also the moments where you showed your own underbelly. It was clear you were sent to fuck, impregnate, and generally spray your alien sperm everywhere, but since you are a breeder, not a commander, it was also clear that your higher-ups had never let you in on their plans.

For now, you had been told to keep a human face on, introduce yourself to humanity, and fuck some humans. This wasn't exactly what you told the press, but they had taken your meaning when you explained you would be "playing a personal role in the integration of the human species."

You had seen the anxiety of the female reporters and staffers while you had described your new role. Some had been scared or worried, and others had seen the change of regime as an opportunity. From past takeovers, you knew what this was. The humans would be like the other planets: they would not only submit, they would clamour to help you breed, whatever you told them that meant. Now that this planet was yours, every single woman on the planet would want to make sure she was contributing to your mission; the unknown plans of the alien conquerors somehow less frightening than the familiar chaos they have been known to sow.

After the press meeting, your human government handler leads you through the government office, congratulating you as you go. She is called Ms. Fencington, and she is ingratiating and boring, but also fit in a skinny way, and a little busty. You hear "...on some tough topics, though I really saw you connect with..." but you don't care what she has to say. She keeps blabbing her earth language and you decided to take a moment to stretch your limbs.

The office is full of conversation and commotion but it all goes silent when the first tentacle rips its way through your suit jacket's back seam and slithers silently up through the air above you and your handler. She turns slowly around and stops blabbing. You grin a toothy, almost human grin and your tentacle begins to wrap itself around...