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I resisted this movie for years as it beckoned me from the video store shelf every time I browsed the psychotronic movies selection, but I eventually succumed to the promise of the cover image of a woman in a bikini with an alligator head holding a ray gun, and rented it. What could possibly go wrong with that setup? I find it hard to resist movies where people turn into reptiles, but of course, this one turned out to be worse than advertised, with little shape-shifting into alligators, and no alligator-headed swimsuit models. We see far more female bare breasts that beasts, including some viewed through a pair of x-ray glasses. The plot is so absurd that it's hardly worth mentioning, but I'll try, since I want to somewhow justify wasting 80 minutes of my life on it.
At a not-so-secret military base in Texas that's identified by a road sign, people named General Mills, Colonel Sanders, Dr. Kildare, and Dr. Goodbody and other scientists in white lab coats are creating weapons for the military. One is a sexual hologram interface terminal that makes movies out of someone's sex fantasies. (I want to watch that movie instead!) Another is a mind control machine for brainwashing. And a third is a replicator, an organic digital replication genetic coding scrambler, that we are told works like the Star Trek transporter, disassembling a human into digital computer data then re-assembling it. But this machine doesn't work the way it's supposed to work - it turns men into women. Somehow, two or three of the machines get combined, and the brainwash machine is modified by it's evil-laughing creator to turn women into "rampant nymphomaniac" slaves because he wants to create an army of nymphomaniac soldiers that only he can control. One they are re-assembled women's intelligence is increased significantly, but with the side effect that they turn into alligators, or "gator babes" after they have sex with human men, which, because they are "nymphomaniacs" they do immediately. One guy who is killed by a nympho gator babe turns into a gay zombie for no reason I could understand. Then things get really crazy after one of the re-assembled nympho pre-gator babes invents a portable replicator ray gun.
The alligator costumes (just heads mostly) are not going to win any awards for costuming or special effects and they look nothing like the head in the advertising. But the whole movie is played as comedy, so realistic costumes would be totally out of place. Fortunately, the movie is never once meant to be frightening or thrilling in the least, only funny and titillating. Unfortunately, it's neither funny nor titillating.