I DON’T WANT to be a Super Stud!

Those darn aliens. There you were just doing your grocery shopping and then a blasted spaceship crash lands on you and blows you to pieces.

They gathered up what they could of you, and patched you up as good as new. Or actually better than new. As those aliens explain to you, your body is now the peak of humanity. You are now 6 foot two built like a slightly more muscular version of a male gymnast. Not only that, but your bones and muscles are tougher than they should be, and you are dexterous and flexible beyond belief. And you’re handsome as a Greek god.

That’s the good part.

The aliens then informed you that they had studied Earth culture, and they understood just how important reproduction is to your species. So they had thrown in some bonuses. You know exude male pheromones that can make women wet, just by being in the same room as you. Your skin exudes nanites that increase sensitivity and pleasure. Your brain has been programmed to make you subconsciously do your best to stimulate any woman you are touching into an orgasmic frenzy. Your semen is not only ridiculously potent , virile, and packed in huge loads that replenish quickly, it tastes good too. And your thick 8 inch penis is highly sensitive, gets hard at the slightest stimulation, is quick to ejaculate (in order to increase breeding efficiency, and the females will orgasm long before you do anyhow), and has no refraction period between erections.

Those darn aliens wave with a cheerful farewell and final apology as they leave.

You groan as you sit up and take stock of the situation.