âIâm starting to grow used to this human vessel you know.â Veildorm admitted as he allowed his hands to glide down his torso as he had many times before. He could still feel the satisfying itch of body hair beneath his fingers despite the thin translucent fabric clinging to his form. It did very little to hide the masculine elegance of his new body. âI truly didnât expect it to feel so⌠comfortable.â
âThat is⌠great news sir.â A slender, blue skinned alien rattled from behind Veildorm. Standing by idly with his three spindly arms folded behind his back. Eyes fluttering and antenna twitching nervously in the presence of his commander. âIf Iâm not mistaken, the doctors made sure to give you the most ideal of the male humans we had in stock.â
Veildorm turned to his nervously jittering assistant who seemed clueless as ever. âIâm aware. I requested this human for that exact reason. Mature but still young. High levels of testosterone. Most ideal distribution of fat, muscle mass and body hair.â He paused for a moment as his gaze landed on the not so subtle bulge between his legs. âAnd impressive levels of virility.â He allowed a lazy hand to graze his crotch, his professional composure slipping for a fraction of a second before returning. âIâve had my eye on him for some time. On earth he would be considered an ideal mate. Still, I did not expect it to feel this pleasant.â
The Archosians were a very curious species known for sticking their noses where, quite honestly, they didn't belong. Originating from their home planet Archolm-Rem, theyâve spread themselves out across the galaxy thanks to their advanced space tech. They were far more technologically evolved than any other species in the known universe. It was all thanks to their insatiable appetite for both knowledge and advancement. A crusade in which their home world suffered the consequences of. It was stripped bare of all its natural resources until the Archosians were forced to leave in droves.
Nowadays fleets of Archosian ships wander the universe scouting out other planets. Most of these planets they attempted to colonise for the sake of creating new homes for themselves while some planets they used purely to strip resources from. But none of these planets they came across were as perfect as Archolm-Rem had once been in its prime. Itâd been a gorgeous blue pearl of a planet rich with life before their species had ruined it. And since abandoning it, no other planet had come close to its natural beauty. All just hideous rocks and gas clouds good for nothing but temporary refuge and resources. That is until one fleet, led by commander Veildorm, discovered a quaint little world sat in the solar system that orbited YellowSun-68Y9.
It was beautiful. In many ways this world was the spitting image of Archolm-Rem. Vast shimmering oceans surrounding land that, upon inspection, was bustling with life. Such a mass variety of biomes such lush green forests, sandy deserts, snowy tundras and stunning mountain scapes. And it wasnât just rich with plant life, but animal life as well. All serving to cultivate a balanced ecosystem that helped to sustain the natural order.
As Veildormâs fleet spied on this little gem of a planet from the other side of the solar system, they very quickly deduced who the dominant species were. They were bipedal simion-like creatures thatâd evolved to have what appeared to be high levels of intellect. Not as high as Archosians but still impressive nonetheless. Enough so that they managed to come out on top despite there being so many bigger and stronger predators on their world. Upon further surveillance Veildormâs crew was able to deduce that these creatures called themselves Humans and that theyâd named their planet âEarthâ. And in many ways they seemed similar to the Archosians in their own much slower but still determined efforts to further themselves and their technology. As such it was clear they were making the same mistake the Archosians did. Slowly ruining their planet with little regard. All for the sake of what they likely deemed to be necessary progress.
Unlike Humans, The Archosians had learned from their mistakes. As such, when Commander Veildorm reported back to the council about their findings in regards to Planet Earth, a decision was soon made. They would continue to use the other planets theyâd conquered as colonies and wells of resources but Earth would become their new Motherworld. And this time they plan to preserve and respect it the way they shouldâve done with Archolm-Rem. The way Humans likely never will.
But they couldnât just launch a full scale invasion. Something like that would defeat the point. The Archosians would surely win but thereâs a high possibility theyâd end up decimating a huge portion of the planet in the process. That simply wouldnât do. So instead the high council ordered Commander Veildorm to stay covert for now and to continue monitoring Planet Earth so that they can learn as much as they can before deciding on their next move.
And so they did for many months. Always remaining a safe distance away from the planet to avoid detection. But from so far away, there was only so much they could do. Visuals werenât always the best and any picking up radio waves from this far away only yielded crackling half conversations at best. At this rate getting any real intel would take forever and Veildorm was getting impatient. Heâd been ordered by the high council to abstain from any kind of contact with earth until their say-so but he just couldnât sit on his hands anymore. Not when heâd already come up with a plan to streamline the gathering of intel.
And so Veildorm took matters into his own hands when he ordered some of his crew to take a dozen small shuttles directly to Earth. It only took them a few days to reach the planet and once they closed in, the invaders deployed anti-detection fields around their ships to prevent them from being picked up by any earthly radars. It wouldnât have worked for the bigger fleet ships but the shuttles were just small enough that they were able to enter Earthâs atmosphere undetected. Once they made it just above the clouds, the squad of twelve split up in different directions across the globe.
Their mission was a simple one. Abduct a variety of humans and bring them back to the fleet for testing and extraction of information. They were to complete this mission as swiftly and covertly as possible to avoid any and all detection. It was risky but the rewards would be significant. Thatâs why Veildorm assigned his best pilots to the job.
Each shuttle scouted out quiet and more remote areas in search of lone humans to snatch up and sedate. They all had enough space to carry ten humans on board making for a total of one hundred and twenty human subjects to be whisked away and shoved under an eager microscope by Veildorm and his crew. There were a few close calls but the mission was a success. An example being how one man had witnessed his older brother being taken and as such he was quickly abducted too. And similarly a big burly farmer had almost saved his wife from being vacuumed up only for them both to get taken instead. Despite that though, the team was in the clear. Soon enough they regrouped to begin the ascent back up into the stars and towards the hidden fleet across the solar system with ten dozen humans in tow.
When they returned a few days later, the humans were unloaded from the shuttles and onto the flagship where Commander Veildorm watched with a smirk. He was elated to finally see some humans up close after spying on them for so long. Each of them strapped into a hovering transport cart as they were split up into different groups. Each group was taken to different facilities around the ship so they could undergo different forms of testing.
Group A was made of eight humans, four of each sex. Groups B, C, D and E all had twenty five humans each. And finally Group F contained twelve humans of equal sex.
Group A were the unfortunate souls that were sent to be dissected for the purpose of learning about the human anatomy and the inner workings of both male and female bodies. Luckily they were only the smallest group. The rest of the humans suffered far less cruel fates by comparison. Not that they knew that.
Groups B and C for example were used for the purpose of extracting information. B was interrogated the traditional way. Being told to give up any and all information they had about Earth from the tiniest details about their personal lives to anything they knew about the wider world and the rest of the human race. Not much encouragement was needed beyond the promise that theyâd be returned home safely if they cooperated. Of course that promise was completely hollow but the poor human subjects didnât need to know that. On the other hand, Group C was taken for a much more unorthodox method of extracting information. It entailed getting hooked up to some very advanced technology that would scan their brains in an attempt to artificially pull information out of their memory banks. It wasnât completely accurate and certainly couldnât pull out everything but it was good at snatching little nuggets of information that ordinary interrogation methods might not have dug up.
Then there were the reactionary groups, D and E. Both were being monitored on their reactions to external stimuli to see how humans operate under different circumstances. One of those groups was subjected to things that were more abstract like sounds, images, smells and such like. Meanwhile the other group was given more direct and physical tasks to complete like puzzles or exercise. All these humans were fitted with devices to monitor their bodily activity to see what kinds of chemical reactions arose throughout each experience and interaction. They learned a lot about the inner workings of human brains from these groups.
Lastly there was Group F. This group was strapped down and surrounded by Archosian scientists who were more than eager to poke and prod curiously at their human forms. They went through just about everything that a conspiracy theorist might expect after being abducted by aliens. Having their body parts squeezed and pinched at. Having small hairs plucked and blood samples drawn for additional testing. Being injected with all kinds of compounds with antidotes on standby as they tested human immune responses. Making notes on all the major differences between the males and females. Namely their muscle and bone structure and how the males on average seemed to be hairier and ape-like whereas the females were typically smaller and capable of producing milk for their offspring. Not to mention their reproductive organs which were particularly interesting to the Archosians. After all they were a species of a singular sex, capable of reproducing asexually. Hence they couldnât help finding the concept of differing sexual organs to be particularly intriguing. Especially with how those organs seemed to respond when stimulated. It was fascinating.
Commander Veildorm had overseen all of the experiments. Heâd watch either from behind surveillance cameras or by venturing around each facility so he could inspect each group in person. The Humans were being sustained via nutrient and calorie dense fluids designed with each individual Human in mind. They were also given optimal exercise so they could maintain whatever physical condition they were in upon arrival, no matter how big or small they were.
It was fascinating getting to observe them. They looked so different with their soft skin and flat faces as opposed to the tough scales and longer snouts the Archosians possessed. All that hair. Only two arms and legs. They were built so unlike the aliens thatâd abducted them and yet Veildorm couldnât help seeing a certain elegance to the human form. It was so simple and symmetrical. So satisfying in its curves and ridges across various shapes. No matter whether they were Fit or Fat. Hairy or Not. Male or Female. Veildorm found beauty in them all that quite honestly matched the beauty of their home planet. And many of the Archosians aboard his fleet, scientists in particular, were also starting to share his views.
In truth though, Veildorm had taken a particular liking to the male humans. He was fond of their sharper features and bulkier forms in comparison to their female counterparts. There was something so raw about them that mixed rather curiously with their high intellect. It almost didnât make sense for such intelligent creatures to have such a primal way about them. Whether it be in their looks or the way they conducted themselves in their society. âFascinatingâŚâ Veildorm would mumble to himself quite frequently whenever he observed studies of or read through the finding in regards to the male humans. The females were interesting too in their own ways but the males just sparked something in the Commander that always seemed to hold his attention.
Cocks. They were such amusing things. Tantalising even. Just like the rest of the body, they could come in all shapes and sizes. Some long, some girthy. Some straight, some curved. But one thing they all shared was how the pleasure centres in the male brain all seemed to light up like burning stars whenever the cocks were stimulated. And no matter how much the males protested against it, if their cocks were stimulated enough they would start to grow. Rising from their usually soft state to stiff and sometimes intimidating length, bucking eagerly whether they wanted it or not. Veildorm soon discovered that the human term for this was an âerectionâ. He was enamoured by the concept. Human males being capable of growing their sex organs was unlike anything in Archosian biology. And if the stimulation continued while the cock was erect, they would inevitably be forced to ejaculate a milky white fluid. Yet another act they couldnât control much like the erection itself and one that seemed to cause even more immense pleasure. So much so that most males would briefly devolve into deep groans and roars as they unwillingly unloaded their seed. Apparently this was called an orgasm. Something both sexes seemed to experience but in slightly different ways.
âP-please⌠stop. No more⌠no moreâŚâ One of the males had begged while Veildorm was in the room watching as he was being milked over and over. His cock had been stimulated endlessly for about twenty four hours in an experiment to see if there was any limit to the amount of semen a human male could produce. It was the burly farmer whoâd tried to save his wife from abduction. He mightâve seemed intimidating had not been bound and reduced to a squirming mess begging for relief. It was amazing how sensitivity of the penis seemed to spike to an almost painful degree upon prolonged stimulation after the initial orgasm. And as the bearish man was forced to produce more of his seed, it was collected into containers alongside the other males for further research just like all the other various DNA samples.
âSir. Upon examination it would appear that the unique gland male humans have inside their rectum can act as an alternative means of producing an orgasm. They call it a prostate. We believe that with enough stimulation, this gland can quickly cause an erection and make them produce semen without the need to touch their penis.â One of the scientists had explained to Veildorm after comparing notes from the scientists working with the other groups. âDo you want us to test the theory on a few of them?â
Veildormâs three bright yellow eyes scanned the poor human men who looked oh so broken and defeated. Then eventually returning his gaze to the scientists. âYou may proceed but on the condition that I decide which of them you are to test this experiment with.â
The scientists nodded. âOf course Commander.â
Of all the men thatâd been abducted, there was one in particular that had caught Veildormâs attention from the moment they arrived on the ship. He was a male in the prime of his life, mature but not yet burdened by the slow decay of aging. He seemed to have the most splendid muscle to fat ratio, granting him a large and powerful physique that was as aesthetically pleasing as it was impressive. He almost seemed like he was more evolved than all the other males with how heâd managed to increase his muscle mass far beyond the average. It gave him this air of superiority even if not intentional. And to add to that he had a very healthy amount of body and facial hair that seemed to decorate his form in a way that only exuded more dominance. The cherry on top being his well endowed penis which, according to research, was a highly valued attribute amongst males. That alongside his physical strength made him quite the alpha amongst his species.
âThis one. 109. Kenneth Barnes.â Veildorm announced while running a finger down the hulking manâs fuzzy pecs and along his abs. âHeâs strong. As such Iâm very curious to see how he reacts under the probe.â
One of the scientists nodded again. âSubject 109 AKA Kenneth Barnes. Heâll be added to the list immediately sir.â
Veildorm bit his long snake-like tongue in anticipation. Kenneth Barnes. That earthly name had been seared into his memory. It was no wonder with how often he checked that hunkâs record to see any and all updates on him no matter how small. Heâd already given explicit orders for his scientists to be extra attentive with Subject 109 for how luxurious of a human he was. Like gold amongst silver. As such Veildorm didnât pay much mind to the other two men he chose for the experiment. At this point there was only one human he truly cared about.
âNO! DON'T YOU FUCKUNG DARE! GET THAT THING AWAY FROM MY ASS! DONâT YO-UUURRRAAHHHHHHGH!!â Kenneth wailed as a girthy, almost penile, probe was speared into his tight virgin ass. Bypassing his thick muscular glutes thatâd been parted by the forceful spreading of his legs, making it easy for the well lubed device to plunge deep inside his hole. His entire body tensed up as he fought with all his strength against the restraints to no avail. All while a symphony of desperate pained howls escaped his bearded lips as the probe began pumping generously in and out of his hole.
At first Veildorm couldnât help but find it puzzling as to why Kenneth and the other two selected men were so terrified by the probe. He didnât think it was much different from having their cocks stimulated. And yet they were far more hysterical than ever before. However one of the scientists soon explained to the Commander that this strong aversion to anal stimulation was very much a cultural thing amongst heterosexual males. Most considered to be shameful and what they called âemasculatingâ and was only something that homosexual males typically partook in. As such, having them undergo an experiment like that was likely an enormous blow to their pride and ego. Two things that human males took in high regard.
âG-GETUUH⌠IT-T⌠OUUUTTAAHUUâŚâ Kenneth gasped through roars and wails of anguish. His hole being forcibly stretched as the probe pounded against his prostate. His face twisting with pained disgust as he tried his hardest to fight against his bodyâs natural response to it. But no matter how hard he fought, he couldnât stop his cock from stiffening to full length at the unwanted pleasure of his prostate being tapped over and over. It wasnât long before he was leaking shamefully like a broken faucet. Pre-cum dripping in heavy globs from the tip of his penis and into a collection vat below. Just like the other two men beside him.
Before long all three of them were shooting load after load like helpless cum cows. Forced to endure some of the most powerful orgasms to have ever ripped through their bodies. And it was torture. All the other subjects from their group could only watch and listen in horror from the other end of the facility. All sympathetic towards the trio while simultaneously thankful that they themselves had escaped such a fate.
âHow interesting that they would view something like this as shameful.â Veildorm had commented while keeping his eyes firmly planted on Kenneth. Watching at that broad hairy and now very sweaty chest rose and fell with every shaky breath. âOn one hand the males view being able to produce lots of potent ejaculate as something to be proud of. And yet when faced with stimulation of the prostate to improve that production, they fight tooth and claw against it. Human psychology is so strange.â
Veildorm watched tentatively, going as far as to circle around Kenneth multiple times like a predator circling its prey. Watching the way the probe slid in between his colossal hairy cheeks. Observing how his penis jolted and swooned at each slam against his prostate. Scanning the way his thick muscles bulged and tightened with every unwanted orgasm seconds before another load of cum came flooding out. Ahhh cum. Just another human way of saying semen or ejaculate. Just like all the different words they had for penis. Veildorm found it amusing how humans had so many ways of saying the same thing.
âGAHHHUUHHHUUHH!â Kenneth howled through teary eyes as Veildorm personally increased the speed and aggression of his probe in particular. The wet sloshing sound of the lubricated device ravaging his hole only grew louder as Kenneth lost the ability to form words. Only being able to beg with his eyes. Eyes thatâd once been so full of disobedience and a strong masculine will to fight back against his captors. But that fire had been extinguished, leaving behind a broken man.
And yet Veildorm remained fixated on Kenneth. So much so that even the scientists had begun to pick up on their Commander's special interest towards subject 109. There was just something so majestic about this alpha male form that Veildorm was becoming more and more obsessed with through every experiment. Even now as he watched a broken Kenneth wailing and groaning like an animal, he couldnât help finding him rather beautiful to look at.
Veildorm had even begun to feel similarly towards most of the humans. Despite how different they were from Archosians in the physical appearance, heâd begun to develop an odd form of attraction towards them. The more he looked at them, the more he saw their elegance. Of course they werenât flawless but those tiny imperfections each of them carried only made them more fascinating. And none of them were more elegant or fascinating than Kenneth. At least in Veildormâs eyes. His attraction wasnât sexual though. That wasnât something Archosians experienced due to their asexual nature. It was more⌠aesthetic. He could see the appeal of it all. That combined with the intrigue heâd acquired for human psychology. Though heâd be lying if he said he hadnât become incredibly curious as to what human sexuality mustâve felt like. Especially with how much pleasure those sexual organs seemed to bringâŚ
âKeep them on the probes for a few more hours while you continue experiments with the others.â Veildorm had ordered. âAfter that, document all your findings on their changes in their mental and physical state.â
The scientists took heed of their Commanderâs instructions as Veildorm turned to leave the Group F chamber. He still had to check up in person on the progress being made with the other Groups yet. Then he could return to his quarters where heâd continue to watch from the cameras. As he approached the door however, he turned and took one last look at Kenneth. Sprawled out. Huge hairy body on display. What a handsome creature that human was.
âWe gave you a direct order NOT to engage with the planet or its inhabitants.â The voice of a member from the high council crackled over the monitor. âYou were supposed to sit and observe. Nothing more. Why have you disobeyed us Commander?!â
Veildorm chewed the inside of his cheek. Somehow word of his operation had gotten back to the rest of the Archosians beyond his fleet. Someone aboard his ships mustâve snitched. Heâd have to deal with that later.
âWe were hardly gathering any kind of intel by observing. We wouldâve been wasting so much time and resources had we continued to sit on our hands. So I made a professional call as the Commander of this fleet.â Veildorm explained while attempting to remain respectful of his superiors. âAnd it has paid off tremendously. Surely you must see that? My forces werenât detected when gathering humans from the planet and now look at everything weâve learned about them. The results speak for themselves!â
The council couldnât deny Veildormâs successes in this operation but they reprimanded him nonetheless. âEven so, the people of their world are bound to notice over a hundred of their kind going missing. That alone could put them on guard and make a takeover of their planet much more difficult. Have you even considered that factor?â
âI have.â Veildorm responded. Though in truth it was something heâd only considered after the fact but still. âAnd I have the perfect solution.â
âAnd what might that be Commander?â Another council member asked.
Veildorm smiled confidently. âMy crew and I have been working tirelessly to perfect a procedure thatâll allow us to send the humans back to earth without any worries that theyâll tell the rest of their kind about us. And better yet, theyâll report to us.â
âAnd how do you figure that?â
âBecause the Humans will be us. Archosian brains in Human bodies!â
It was a project thatâd been in the works since the day after the abducted humans arrived on the fleet. Some of the greatest minds Veildorm had aboard his ship had been assigned to it as they gathered research from all the different groups. Accumulating all that knowledge into figuring out exactly how the Human brain worked to control the rest of the body. Then comparing it to how the Archosian brain worked in order to find some way of making Archosian brains compatible with Human bodies. It wasnât an easy task in the slightest considering how different the two species were physically but the project had made some very encouraging progress. It required a lot of modifications needing to be made to the Archosian brain but it was most certainly possible.
âFine.â Another council member had grunted after listening to Veildormâs explanation of the project. âYou may proceed. But if this plan costs us what could be our new home world, you will be held accountable Commander. Is that clear?â
Veildorm nodded slowly. âYes. I understand. Thank you.â
And with that, the transmission ended.
It was only a few weeks later that the first real transplant had been a success. One brave crew member had volunteered to be put inside the body of a skinny but rather hairy human male whoâd been abducted from his camping site in the woods. Subject 34 from Group C AKA Sam Beckket.
When the Volunteer woke up he struggled to adjust at first. Even though his own brain had been augmented to work inside the human body, it wouldnât have made the experience any less disorienting. He clearly struggled with the reduced amount of limbs and a massively different centre of gravity. Walking wasnât easy for him at first but he steadied himself eventually and was just about able to stand on his own.
Veildorm was in the room as he awoke. He wanted to witness this with his own eyes rather than through a camera lense. And needless to say he was impressed by the results.
âHow does it feel to have the body of a human?â Veildorm would eventually ask once the alien inhabiting the body of Sam Beckket had some time to adjust.
âIt feels⌠tingly. Somewhat feeble but also durable at the same time⌠somehow.â He was still getting used to the sound of his new voice too. âAnd also⌠fizzy? Like thereâs this innate energy about it. I can hardly describe it. Itâs like Iâm sitting in limbo between being an intelligent creature and a primitive animal.â He flexed his fingers slightly before running them down the furry expanse of his flat male chest. âIt feels nice. Very fluid and malleable. And sensitiveâŚâ He trailed off as his fingers started to slide southward towards his new genitals.
Veildorm watched with wonder as one of his crew began to experience human sexual pleasure for the very first time. Touching his new penis as it slowly began to grow stiff and large while explaining to the scientists around him the exact sensations he was experiencing as he stroked it. He was right. It seemed primitive for one of his own men to have so quickly succumbed to the urges of the Human body. But at the same time it seemed so freeing. The way he smiled and groaned as he touched himself. Not just his cock but his whole body. As if every nerve created some sense of wicked pleasure that only drew him closer to a level of ecstasy the Archosians had never known. No wonder he wasnât able to stop himself before shooting a load of Human semen all over the floor in front of him.
âSafe to say there hasnât been any complications then?â Veildorm asked one of the scientists as the man who was once Sam Beckket collapsed onto the chair behind him in euphoric exhaustion. Hands still roaming across his new Human face and experimenting with the sensitivity of his male nipples.
âNot that we can tell. Weâll need to monitor him closely for the next twenty four hours of course but I think itâs safe to say the project has been a success.â The scientists confirmed.
Veildorm nodded proudly. âPerfect. Let me know if anything comes up. Otherwise start making plans for the rest of the Humans and make sure their bodies are suitable for the procedure. Meanwhile I can start drafting in some crew members to become Humans like our friend Sam here.â
The new Sam only grinned dumbly, drunk on his human body. If a skinny male form like that could feel so wonderful, Veildorm could only imagine how divine a form like Kennethâs might feel. The crew member who ended up with that body would be a lucky soul indeed he thought to himself. Yes. Lucky⌠very lucky indeed⌠hmmmâŚ
âSuppose Iâve got no choice.â Veildorm muttered to himself in the solitude of his quarters. âIâll have to add myself.
Heâd been going over the plans for the next step in his scheme to take over Earth. Standing before a spread of plans and research as he buffed out the kinks in his operation based on the intel gathered from the humans. And just as heâd been finishing off his list of crew members to be placed inside each viable Human host, there was one slot heâd left blank. The slot for Subject 109. Kenneth.
Veildorm had written down a multitude of crew names next to Subject 109 but everything he found himself erasing the name. He told himself that he needed to find a crew member that was truly worthy of a deluxe human vessel. Reasoning that theyâd need to have a particularly strong will and natural dominant streak to be able to handle such a body. Heâd run through the names of everyone aboard his fleet but none of them seemed to make the cut for the imaginary standards Veildorm had created. Nobody except for one of course.
Of course nobody was meeting the criteria heâd set for Subject 109 because the criteria was practically a self portrait. A leader. Intelligent, strong and capable. Has a strong spirit and sense of reason. Someone who commands respect and gives it in return. Perhaps it was a little pompous of him to believe he had all these traits and more in droves but then again⌠wouldnât a Human alpha male also be a little pompous? It was a perfect fit right? And in which case, wouldnât Veildorm be doing Kenneth a great disservice by putting someone less deserving in a body like his. Surely it was only right for Veildorm to take on that responsibility himself to make sure that glorious form ended up in the right hands. His.
Veildorm had to stop himself from salivating as he scribbled his name down next to Subject 109. Immediately after he took a long deep breath as he stared down at the completed list. For a brief moment he considered erasing his name like he had all the others next to Subject 109. But he didnât. He couldnât. How could he possibly let that body go to anyone but himself? Not after all the special attention heâd given to Kenneth across the time he and the other Humans had spent here. All those visits. All the times heâd run his three scaly hands over those hairy pecs. All the times heâd cupped that sharp and oddly alluring human face. No. It had to be Veildorm. It wouldnât be right for anyone else to take that spot.
He tried to convince himself that the intense pounding in his chest was simply due to his anticipation. He wasn't being selfish. Not at all. He was sacrificing his Archosian body so that he could take on the burden of that gorgeous hunk of Human meat. All for the sake of his people. What could be more selfless than that?
Soon after Veildorm handed off the paperwork to his assistant Garlund whoâd been standing just outside the room. He was a timid little thing who was usually good for nothing but running errands for the Commander. As such he didnât waste any time rushing out of the room with said paperwork so it could be handed off to the team who was handling the transplant procedures.
And as he stood alone in his quarters knowing that his decision was now locked in, that pounding in his chest had evolved into a warm buzz that spread through his entire body. Archosians could not feel arousal the way Humans did but if they could, Veildorm had to imagine it wasnât far from the excitement he was feeling now.
Another week passed since Veildorm signed himself up for the program. In that time many more successful transplants had been performed and there had yet to be a single failure. Both Male and Female humans had made for perfect hosts. Each having their original brains removed and replaced flawlessly with that of an Archosian. Only three of the Humans had been deemed incompatible due to chronic illnesses which made for a total of eleven when combined with the unfortunate Group A. Still that left one hundred and nine Humans who were perfectly eligible for takeover. And by now, fifty-five of those had already been converted as former Archosians acclimated to their new Human shells. Another five were currently in the process of being converted. That left only forty-nine humans who by now dreaded whatever their fate entailed. Not that they could do anything to stop it.
And amongst those forty nine sat Kenneth. Held in a suffocating suspense like the rest of the remaining Humans. Not currently strapped down to any testing tables or chairs but simply cuffed and left to sit in a desolate room until he was inevitably taken away for his âtreatmentâ. Usually they were taken in batches of five and seemingly at random. The scientists came in the room one every day or two to collect the next set. They didnât know exactly what was going to happen to them. All they did know was that all who were taken didnât return. Except for one. The first man. The one whoâd been taken all on his own. Sam Beckket.
Just over a week after poor Sam had been taken away for the first trial procedure. He was escorted back to the processing unit where the rest of the humans were still waiting. At first they were relieved to see Sam alive, believing there might be a chance theyâll survive whatever was going to happen to them. At first the only difference was that his head had been shaved. What was really odd however was the fact that he was no longer in cuffs or restraints.
It soon became clear that something had changed about Sam. They had no idea what at the time but he was acting weird. When he spoke it was like he was still trying to get all the syllables in each word correct. And the way he moved was almost uncanny. And during the hour he was left alone with the other humans, he asked them all kinds of strange questions with a look in his eyes that no longer seemed human. Almost like he was an offshoot of the Sam that a few of them had gotten to know over the time theyâd been here. A doppelgänger. Something that only became more apparent when heâd started talking about how good it feels to be human while not elaborating on exactly what he meant.
âThere is no need to worry my fellow Humans.â Sam would tell them. âWeâve all been chosen to be part of something so much greater.â He continued on. If the remaining humans didnât know any better, theyâd say Sam had been brainwashed. Especially with how he glorified the Archosians that stole them from their home as this all knowing race thatâd come to save their planet. âEarth and Humanity will be so much better off in their hands.â
Once âSamâsâ hour was up, some Archosians guards re-entered the room to collect him. No barking orders. No dragging or handcuffing. Simply treating Sam as if he was one of their own. Leaving the humans to only wonder what kind of fate had befallen him and soon them.
Only seconds after the one who called himself Sam had been escorted from the room. The door opened up again. Only this time it was the Commander of this fleet. Veildorm himself. Heâd never actually proclaimed his rank before the Humans but most could tell that he was the one in charge simply by the unique uniform he wore and the way all the other Archosians seemed to bend around him.
Veildorm walked along the line of Humans. Eyeing each and every one of them while saying a single word. He paced back and forth a few times over, nice and slowly to really make them squirm. Only to finally stop on his seventh repetition right in front of his favourite subject. Dear old Kenneth.
Still silent, Veildorm kneeled down and stared closer at Kenneth. His three eyes locked with the Humanâs two. Surprisingly enough however, Kenneth was the one to finally break the devastating silence thatâd been sucking the oxygen from the air.
âWhat the hell do you want from us?â He asked sternly, trying to hold onto what little semblance of bravery he had left. Impressive considering all heâd been through. âWhat the hell do you want from me?â He specified.
Veildorm reached out and stroked a scaly six fingered hand against Kennethâs bearded face. Flashing a toothy grin at the oh so handsome Human before him. âEverything.â Was all he said. A simple response that somehow managed to convey everything while explaining nothing. And with that response, Veildorm stood properly once again. He took one last look at Kenneth before turning on his heel towards the exit.
âNot long now.â Were the last words Veildorm muttered before leaving the Humans alone yet again.
It was only a few days after that when Veildorm found himself lying flat on an operating table. A needle plunged into one of his veins as the good doctors around him began to flood his system with a sedative. During which they reassured him they would take the utmost care with him and his selected Human vessel to assure no complications arose. Hearing that was enough to allow Veildorm to relax into the effects of the sedation as his eyes began to grow heavy.
Just before he slipped under, the last thing he thought about was Kenneth. His mind fogged up with the image of that oddly alluring Human form of his that Veildorm had been obsessed with. He pictured that heavy hairy chest and those broad thighs. Those powerful glutes and bulging arms. And that adorably handsome face. And to think that when he awoke⌠that would all belong to him. It almost didnât seem real. But until reality could prove it, heâd slip away into blissful unconsciousness.
Once he was out, the scientists and doctors began their work. Carefully opening up Veildormâs Archosian skull until his brain was exposed and ready for the taking. They gently removed it from its previous home, leaving Veildormâs original body an empty husk while his Brain was transported across the OR.
Then came phase two. They couldnât just cut out an Archosian brain and stuff it into a Human head. The two wouldnât be compatible. Not naturally anyway. So some augmentation was in order. Some of the best surgical hands Veildorm had aboard his fleet worked tirelessly to remould certain parts of his disembodied brain matter. A few parts were even removed entirely while some new artificial pieces were added in. They had to be careful as to not damage anything along the way or it could risk leaving the Commander with an assortment of permanent mental injuries. Luckily they hadnât made a mistake yet on any of their previous procedures and with all the practice, they were even less likely to do so now.
The modifications took the longest to complete because of how delicate of a process it was. Even when compared to safely removing a brain. But after a solid thirty seven hours of continuous surgery with doctors swapping in and out on shifts, Veildormâs brain was finally ready and compatible with the Human body. As such it was left in a large preservative tube while the doctors moved onto phase three.
Inside the chamber where most of the remaining Humans were now being held, Kenneth thrashed about as three crew members tried to restrain him. Theyâd been sent to collect him at the request of the doctors. There was only so much of a fight he could put up while cuffed and naked. Thus, his efforts were in vain. The rest of the Humans could only watch in horror as the strongest of them was dragged away into the unknown, leaving them to sit knowing that sooner or later it would be their turn.
Kenneth was sedated soon after being strapped down to an operating table. As soon as he was out, they began by shaving his head completely bald. After which his skull was carefully cut open to reveal his Human brain sitting inside, pulsing gently. The doctors and scientists got to work surgically removing Kennethâs brain from his body. Serving its connections to the body with great care. And once it was out, they placed it inside a jar of preservative fluid for safe keeping alongside all the other Human brains. And thatâs where it would stay. After that his body was vacant with space for a new brain to move in.
Only after all the necessary preparations had been made did the fourth and final phase of the transplant get underway. It was the most important one of all. The tube-like canister containing Veildormâs augmented brain was wheeled beside the operating table where Kennethâs body lay. After one final check to make sure everything was in working order, tools, body and brain, they got to work one last time on former Subject 109.
Veildormâs brain was lifted gently from its canister. The inside of Kennethâs skull was ready to receive it. The surgeons lowered their Commanderâs elegant brain inside and began connecting it to its new and equally elegant Human body. Reattaching nerve endings. Connecting blood flow. Wiring everything up nice and neat. And though itâs not as simple as it might sound, the skilled doctors were able to perform the final phase of the surgery with flawless accuracy. It wasnât long before Veildormâs brain was pulsing in rhythm with Kennethâs Human heart. His Human heart.
Once they were sure everything was in working order, the surgery was concluded by reattaching the top of Kennethâs skull to his head. The scar where itâd been opened healed over within an hour thanks to the advanced medical tech Archosians had developed. There was hardly any trace at all that his head had been cut into, nor that his brain had been replaced with a far superior one.
The first thing Veildorm saw when he regained consciousness was the bright overhead lights of the examination room. He struggled to open his eyes as they fought to adjust. And yet even as his vision began to acclimate to the light, a profound sense of vertigo washed over him. It was as though he was laid against a spinning turn table that caused the ceiling above him to twist in and out of focus. As such he found himself squeezing his eyes shut again with a low groan. But even that felt wrong as it felt like only two of his three eyes responded. Yet his vision still went black behind his eyelids. Had one of his eyes gone blind? Surely not. He would still feel it wouldnât he?
âTry not to move too much sir.â A voice said, somewhere on his right. He recognised it as the voice of one of his lead Scientists. âYour waking mind is still acclimating. Itâll take a bit of time before you fully adjust.â
âH-huh? Wha-?â Veildorm grumbled, only half comprehending the words. âAdjust? I donâtâŚâ He trailed off as his mind struggled to piece together what was happening. It was as though a thick haze had settled over his thoughts.
âYouâre going to feel foggy for a few minutes but your memories will return shortly. Your brain is just figuring out how to reboot in its new state.â The voice said again.
Veildorm didnât respond. He just made another whirring noise as he tried his utmost to gather his thoughts. He dug through the dense mist thatâd settled over his mind in search of answers. Little pieces came slowly. He remembered the planet Earth. How itâd looked so similar to his homeworld Archolm-Rem. He remembered celebrating with his crew at having discovered such a gem. And then those celebrations turned to long distance spying of the planet as they learned of its inhabitantsâŚ
Before he could dig any deeper, Veildorm began to gain a deeper sense of his own body. And right away he knew that something was off. Though it was hard to put his finger on it while his eyes were still squeezed shut, he knew something was different. For a start he could only feel the faint buzz of pins and needles in two arms rather than three. Just like with his eyes, it was as though one of his arms had vanished somehow. As if itâd been amputated. Yet at the same time he didnât feel as though anything was missing even if all logic dictated the opposite. Same went for the legs. He could only sense two. And on top of it all, he felt so squishy? Fleshy? As if heâd somehow shed his tough scaly exterior to reveal something supple underneath. Not to mention the strange weight between his legs that he couldnât even begin to explainâŚ
After a few long moments, Veildorm slowly opened his eyes again in a squint. Still only two of them. The light didnât seem as harsh this time around and the room had mostly ceased its nauseous spinning. He took that as a sign to cautiously open his eyes a little further before turning his head to one side. Even that small motion felt odd. And as he looked around, he saw what he wouldâve expected to see in the examination room. A small team of crew members, mostly doctors and/or scientists. Various monitors and cameras dotted around the space. An emergency medical kit close by. He was familiar with the sight from all the times he and his crew had examined specimens from other planets in rooms just like this around the ship. But never before had he seen it from this angle as the one being examined.
âW-why⌠am I here?â Veildorm croaked. He was starting to notice the stark difference in his voice now as well.
âYour operation was a success sir. Resoundingly so.â One of the many crew members around him said, though he couldnât decipher which. âYou were stable enough that we moved you out of the medical bay and into the examination room just a few hours ago. Scaring to the skull is minimal and best of all there have been no signs of rejection from your new body. Weâll need to monitor you closely for a few days to be certain but at this point itâs safe to say youâre in the clear.â The voice continued on gleefully.
âOperation? New body?â Veildormâs train of thought from before was slowly beginning to move again. The Humans. He remembered now. Heâd gotten tired of watching and decided to take matters into his own hands. Sending some elite troops to abduct and bring some of them back. Theyâd gotten so much juicy information out of them. And amongst them there was one in particular. Subject⌠109? Yes 109. That was him. Veildorm had obsessed over that Human. So much so that when they commenced the project to replace all the Humanâs brains with Archosian ones, Veildorm signed himself up to-
Veildormâs eyes shot wide open as the fog finally began to lift. His heart felt as though it was about to hammer its way out of his chest as the realisation of what had happened dawned on him. A wave of pure adrenaline mixed with cautious excitement washed over him as he finally lifted his head to look down at himself. What he saw was nothing short of mind boggling.
Suddenly all the weird sensations made sense. The missing appendages. The lack of a third eye. The bewildering feel of his skin. All the things that made him uniquely Archosian seemingly stripped away. Because he wasnât an Archosian anymore. Veildorm was a Human. Or rather he had the body of one. And just from this angle alone he knew exactly which Human he was inside. He could tell purely by the curvature of his pectorals and the modest hair that coated them. Not to mention the densely muscled arms that laid either side of him, now twitching as he tried moving them for the first time. There was no doubt. Kenneth. Subject 109. The most alluring of them all.
âCareful sitting up Commander.â Another doctor told him as they watched him already attempting to do so.
Veildorm groaned again slightly as his back and abs flexed for the first time. His vision dulled for a moment at the brief drop in blood pressure due to the sudden action. It didnât help that he was still adjusting to seeing with just two eyes. Even as his blood pressure returned to normal seconds later, he struggled to keep his vision in focus properly. But that didnât stop him from getting at least a somewhat decent look at his new body.
As his memories began returning in full, Veildorm of course remembered that heâd requested Kennethâs body specifically. However that didnât make it feel any less surreal to actually have it in his possession. Knowing it would soon be his and actually owning it were two very different things. And now he finally got to reap the rewards of the risks heâd taken since discovering Earth.
He lifted up his arms slowly. Just the two of them. Yet again feeling the subtle flex of Human muscle beneath his softer skin. Despite the fleshy exterior of the human body, it still managed to feel powerful. Even in the smallest of movements he could feel the potential for strength behind them. Not to mention the weight. His arms previously had been long and slender. These arms however were thick, bulky and heavy yet satisfying all the same. And as he moved his arms around he little, he noted how their size didnât particularly seem to limit their range of motion beyond. A fact he already knew from all the human studies thatâd been conducted but he tested nonetheless.
He reached around with one meaty human hand and used it to squeeze one of his biceps. At first the muscle yielded under his touch which was a strangely satisfying feeling. The moment he tensed the bicep however, it felt hard as steel. So fascinating. His curiosity only continued along that arm as he felt up the triceps next before moving along to his wide boulder-like shoulders. And finally his chest. The shivering that touching those hairy pecs sent up his human spine was unlike anything Veildorm had ever experienced. The way they were both firm and soft at the same time as he cupped them, using both hands now. It was euphoric. And the nipples that tipped them. They seemed pointless on the male body and yet they brought so much gratification just by grazing his fingers across them. His breathing stammered a little as he held his muscled human chest for a long moment. It was everything heâd imagined it would be.
âThis⌠this isâŚâ He struggled to stitch his thoughts into a full sentence as he finally pulled his hands away from his pecs so that he could examine them properly. Only five fingers instead of six. But they were meatier and less skeletal than his former hands had been. His palms were like calloused mitts where the soft human skin seemed to be at its roughest and toughest. As simple as it was, he couldnât help clenching these new hands over and over in wonder. âThis is⌠really something else.â He finished with a hitch of delight in his tone.
The Commander took a long deep breath and felt as the air passed through his new body before exiting again gracefully. With that he finally looked further south. Past his new abdominal muscles and towards his groin where an entirely new appendage hung. A Human penis and testicles, both sitting so heavy and elegant between his legs. Of course Veildorm had never before had reproductive organs like this which of course only made them more intriguing. Hypnotic even in the sense that he could hardly pull his attention away. Heâd always found the Human male sex organs to be particularly fascinating to look at but not that appreciation had bloomed ten fold as he saw it through Human eyes. Especially knowing that he owned them.
His curious hands slowly made their way down towards the thick shaft. Itâd grown to a half erection in the time heâd been awake due to his bubbling excitement and was now throbbing dutifully against his right thigh. A small gasp escaped his mouth when he finally clasped a palm around the girthy length. He knew from all the experiments that the Penis was an incredibly sensitive appendage but even still nothing couldâve prepared him for how wonderful it felt to encapsulate it. To really feel all those sensitive nerves spring to life, sending pleasure signals shooting up towards his augmented brain that caused his eyes to flutter. He only got as far as a few glorious pumps before he remembered that he was surrounded by his crew.
He pulled his hand back just as his cock had begun to blossom into a full on erection. âWow. This thing is⌠alluring.â He muttered softly. âBut I can hardly control it.â He continued on as he found himself unable to stop it from stiffening until it felt like a perpetually flexed muscle. No matter how much he tried to will it to return to a relaxed flaccid state, his new hefty cock stayed pointing straight up towards the ceiling.
âItâs not a simple appendage to control. Itâs controlled more by subconscious bodily reactions and emotions than direct signals from the brain. Itâs normal for human males to struggle to control it when aroused or stimulated.â One doctor said, maintaining professionalism. âAs Iâm sure you remembered from our many physical experiments.â
Veildorm nodded slowly. As he did however, his attention shifted towards his head. He noticed it briefly before but the small motion had called awareness to it yet again. The shape and weight of it, just like the rest of the Human form, was so unlike what he was used to. Enough so that his hands found their way up towards it so they could inspect its form.
The first thing that shocked him was the lack of any kind of snout like Archosians have. He was surprised he hadnât noticed it sooner but the flatness of his face was jarring. No longer did his jaw and nose stuck out but rather they sat level with the rest of his features. His fingers roamed over the shape of his skull. Tracing over the ridges under skin as he examined each and every ridge. Everything was so much more compact.
And of course this meant that his hands found themselves running through his new facial hair. Between pressing his fingers to those Human lips and curling them around the ears, he allowed them to brush through the thick beard Kenneth had kept. Admiring its fullness with every little prickle the individual hairs made against his skin. It felt surprisingly satisfying to just scratch his nails through it and really admire how dense it was. Hair was such an interesting thing.
On the opposite side of the coin, Veildorm was equally bewildered by the lack of hair on his head. Especially when the Kenneth he knew had quite a nice head of it. Of course he was aware that the doctors had needed to shave it off. He thought heâd be more disappointed but honestly he didnât hate the rough scratchy feeling of a shaved scalp. It was certainly a lot more pleasant to touch than he wouldâve imagined but at this point the same went for every part of this new body.
Eventually Veildorm found himself attempting to swing his legs over the side of the bed heâd been sitting on. The movement was difficult at first and a little disorienting as the doctors persuaded him to be careful. Despite that, his new sizable Human feet soon touched the cold floor. Toes wriggling slightly as he geared himself up to stand. The doctors around him remained in standby, ready to catch him if ended up simply throwing himself on the floor. Thankfully they didnât need to as Veildorm was able to stand himself up in one smooth motion. Powerful glutes flexed momentarily as he rose to his newfound full height before relaxing again. He wobbled slightly as he stood in place for a moment but he remained on his feet. Triumphant.
âThereâs really no need to rush Commander. You should really give yourself a little longer to-â But before the doctor could finish, he had to watch as Veildorm took his first shaky step away from the bed.
âW-whoa. OkayâŚâ Veildorm managed to maintain his balance despite stumbling just a little bit. Those strong meaty trunks he now called legs were doing a good enough job at keeping this body upright so far. So he didnât waste much time taking another step. However he got a little too hasty that time and wouldâve undoubtedly faceplanted into the floor had one of his crew members not caught his moments beforehand.
âSir really. You should lie down for a bit longer. Give yourself some time to adjust. Youâve only just woken up.â They told him, almost begging now.
Veildorm glanced at the crew member holding him and then at the mirror across the room. âFine. But only if you help me get a good look at my new reflection first. I need to see this.â He bargained.
The scientists and doctors shrugged and nodded, knowing full well the Commander wasnât going to take no for an answer. And so the one holding Veildorm helped him take step after step across the room, cock still hard and bouncing with each one. Until finally, Veildorm was face to face with the reflective surface that showed him his new identity. Clear as crystal.
âIâm⌠a Human.â Veildorm whispered softly into the mirror. It was big enough to show not only his head but his torso too all the way down to his upper thighs. His mind struggled to process it initially. It wanted to interpret the sight as him looking into a monitor showing subject 109 because how could that possibly be him. But as the man in the mirror moved in sync with every tiny movement Veildorm made, it became impossible for his subconscious to deny. And as wonderful as that reality was, it was still hard to swallow. So much so that weird sense of vertigo from earlier began to return in small waves. For a moment leaving him a little faint as he leaned harder against the crew member trying to keep him steady.
He closed his eyes briefly and took a few deep breaths before opening them again. It was just enough to keep him afloat for now. With that he reached up to touch his new human face again. It was more intense now that he could see it reflected back at him. His human hand roaming over the pinkish skin and admiring the details. Then slowly slipping down his body again and touching each muscle, this time with even more care and wonder than before.
The sight of himself, both in the mirror and when he looked down, ignited a fire in his belly unlike anything heâd ever felt before. It was like a needy desire for himself. Something so deep and primal that was urging him for some kind of release. A type of sensation Archosians had never known. Lust. Raw, unfiltered lust. For himself. For this body. It was hard to comprehend how his new human instincts could desire his own body so badly. It made him want to grab and dominate himself somehow. But also to worship himself? It was difficult for his waking mind to interpret. All he knew was that his cock was now throbbing harder than ever as he found himself subconsciously bucking his hips in the mirror. A small bead of precum even welling up at the tip.
âThis is⌠overwhelming. So intense. I feel like an animal but-â He stopped short as his hand finally reached his cock again, pumping it a few times. He couldnât help himself. Until another wave of faintness washed over him. He wouldâve collapsed on the spot had he not still been supported.
âAlright that's enough sir. Letâs get you back in bed to rest.â They told him. âThe extra blood flow being conducted to your penis certainty isnât helping right now.â
As Veildorm was helped back onto the medical bed, he couldnât help but grin. This body was already showering him with so many delights he had yet to fully explore. He could hardly wait to have some time alone in the coming days to finally get to know Kenneth on a much deeper level than ever beforeâŚ
âIâm starting to grow used to this human vessel you know.â Veildorm admitted as he allowed his hands to glide down his torso as he had many times before. He could still feel the satisfying itch of body hair beneath his fingers despite the thin translucent fabric clinging to his form. It did very little to hide the masculine elegance of his new body. âI truly didnât expect it to feel so⌠comfortable.â
Two weeks had passed since Veildormâs surgery had been a resounding success. In that time heâd gained much greater control over his new form. Within days he was able to move about completely unassisted. Heâd gained better control over smaller functions like focusing his eyesight. Heâd adapted to only having two arms and two legs. Even this new skin started to feel normal to him. Veildorm didnât expect to be able to adapt this quickly but when you fall as deeply in love with your vessel as he did, it makes sense.
In that time his hair had started to grow back. No longer was his head shaved bald. Instead he rocked a short but neat looking cut thatâd been trimmed slightly around the sides upon request. Not quite the elegant full hair Kenneth had maintained previously but it looked good nonetheless. Over time it was sure to regrow to its former glory. Unless he wanted to return to the bald look of course. Heâd actually enjoyed that more than he thought he would. It was something to think about.
However one thing he knew he wasnât ever going to shave was all this body hair. It was just delightful. The satisfaction he got from running his fingers through his chest hair was unlike anything else. It always seemed to trigger a response from his cock, no matter how mild. The same went for everywhere else on his body. His stomach. His face. His arms and legs. And of course he couldnât forget his fuzzy new Human bubble butt.
Veildorm had only gotten to appreciate his new backside in the days following his procedure when he finally got some time to himself. The doctors had been reluctant to leave his side at first just in case something went wrong. But eventually Veildorm had convinced them to give him some privacy. That was when the real fun began.
The first thing he did was get up and stand before the mirror once again. Admiring his reflection in a way he hadnât been able to with all those prying eyes on him. Groping at his muscle tits. Flexing his arms. Growling like an animal as he let the heightened testosterone of a human male in its prime take over his decision making. One of those decisions had been to turn around and get a good look at his new ass. Initially he wasnât sure why he felt so compelled to look at it but as soon as he saw his new muscle ass in the reflection, he understood. A pair of large and powerful glutes covered in a modest dusting of hair. It was a brilliant sight, one that caused his altered brain to light up with an unbridled hunger. And despite it being an impossible task, heâd wished to plunge his own cock into those cheeks and into the hole they hid between them. And right on cue, his cock was hard as steel.
In hindsight it made sense as to why heâd felt that way. Thinking back to how Human males had a sensitive prostate that could be sufficiently stimulated via anal penetration, it only made sense for them to have an urge to do so. Whether it be to themselves or other males. And in that moment, Veildorm wasnât sure which side of that coin he was more curious about. But instead he resigned to simply groping and kneading at the bubbly flesh of his ass while truly jerking his thick human cock for the first time.
Needless to say, Veildorm had experienced many human orgasms over the last two weeks. It was a pleasure that he couldnât help indulging in whenever he had the privacy to do so. And what was the harm? There was no downside to it. He always felt refreshed afterwards. The act itself brought levels of pleasure heâd never before known. And getting to see such a heavy flow of virile cum spilling from his cock caused his chest to swell with such pride for his new vessel. He was well aware of how odd that pride was for simply knowing how highly capable he was of reproduction but it was a natural human response. Likely to encourage males to have offspring. Regardless he enjoyed the feeling enough that he found himself experiencing it again and again and again. Every time covering his hairy abs in a white glaze.
And now here he was. Fully adjusted. Standing in nothing but a tight plain uniform that hugged his muscled form,
âThat is⌠great news sir.â A slender, blue skinned alien rattled from behind Veildorm. Standing by idly with his three spindly arms folded behind his back. Eyes fluttering and antenna twitching nervously in the presence of his commander. Garlund. âIf Iâm not mistaken, the doctors made sure to give you the most ideal of the male humans we had in stock.â
Veildorm turned to his nervously jittering assistant who seemed clueless as ever. âIâm aware. I requested this human for that exact reason. Mature but still young. High levels of testosterone. Most ideal distribution of fat, muscle mass and body hair.â He paused for a moment as his gaze landed on the not so subtle bulge between his legs. âAnd impressive levels of virility.â He allowed a lazy hand to graze his crotch, his professional composure slipping for a fraction of a second before returning. âIâve had my eye on him for some time. On earth he would be considered an ideal mate. Still, I did not expect it to feel this pleasant.â
âWell I⌠I couldnât be happier for you sir.â Garlund praised, finding it hard to look his Commander in the eyes as he spoke. âH-Have you spoken to the high council yet about our progress on your scheme?â
Veildorm shook his head. âNot yet but I plan to fill them in soon. Weâre waiting on the last couple of Archosian to Human brain transplants to be completed. If they all go well I can report a one hundred percent success rate. With how skeptical they seemed last I spoke to them, that should help reassure them. Even if just a little.â He reasoned as he placed his hands behind his back in a very commanding sort of stance.
âAnd after that will we be proceeding to the next step?â Garlund asked, rubbing two of his hands together. âWhat weâve done already was such a leap beyond protocol. But to take it even further by dropping you and the others on Earth??â
âWe will.â Veildorm confirmed with certainty. âInfiltrating Human society is necessary for taking their planet from them and making it our own. We can deepen our understanding of them. Learn their strengths and weaknesses as a population. Then plan accordingly.â He glanced down at himself. Watching the way his broad chest rose and fell with every breath. Such a sight to behold. âI will take on the name of Kenneth Barnes and use this identity to help make Earth our new utopia.â
Garlund sniffled. âWow sir. Youâre such an inspiration. To sacrifice your true body to become one of them out of pure dedication to our cause. You are something else.â He said, laying it on a little thick. âItâs a shame youâll be stuck like this though. The doctors say thereâs no way to reverse the augmentations to the brain.â
âIâm aware of that too.â Veildorm hummed. âItâs no matter. Iâve resigned myself to this Human fate and Iâm more than content to see it through.â He glanced across the room at a small mirror that sat on his desk. In it he saw his new bearded face. Handsome but so far from what he once knew. âLike I said, itâs comfortable. And oddly⌠liberating in many ways. Not to mention humans seem to have a similar life span to us and Kenneth here was a good ten years younger than I was. So if anything Iâve given myself more time in this life. That Iâm grateful for.â
âLiberating⌠I can only imagine what it must feel like.â Garlund croaked. âHumans do seem very graceful.â He continued on with morbid curiosity flooding his tone.
Veildorm smirked. âIf youâre that curious maybe weâll have to bring back another batch of humans in the near future. Sign you up for a transplant.â He said half jokingly.
âO-oh Iâm not so-o sure I cou-uld.â Garlund stumbled through his words clumsily at the offer.
âThink about it. Who knows? You could join me someday. Iâm sure we could find you a human vessel befitting an assistant for my new self.â Veildorm teased before tuning on his heel and walking over towards his desk. âAnyway, I have some work to attend to. I need to make sure everything is in order for my second in command when I leave this fleet in his hands. Some privacy would be appreciated.â
Garlund nodded, still a little flushed from the Commanderâs prior offer. âOf course sir. I wonât be far if you need anything.â He said before slinking away out the door and into the vast hallway, leaving Veildorm alone.
He sighed as he sat and leaned back in his seat, legs spread as most humans males did. It was true that he still had lots to prepare but he had more than enough time to get it all done. In the meantime there was no reason he couldnât have a little more fun and relax a little. Heâd earned it after all the risks heâd taken. At least thatâs what he told himself the last dozen times he whipped out his cock and blew a huge load all over himself in creamy ecstasy.
He pawed at his bulge a little as reached down and opened one of his desk drawers. Inside rolled the shaft of one of the many probes thatâd been used on the males during the experiments. Bulbous and phallic. Next to it rolled a small canister of lubricant.
âAbout time I take this backside for a real test drive before heading to Earth.â He told himself as he pulled both out of the draw and started lubing up the probe. Shortly after he stood and placed it down on his chair before removing the thin uniform that kept his body hardly concealed. After that he didnât waste any time lowering himself onto the cock-like substitute with a deep moan that could no doubt be heard from outside his quarters.
Veildorm was going to make the absolute most of this new body and he couldnât be more excited to mingle with the rest of the humans on Earth.
