Aaron felt the sun before he saw it. Laying in bed he could feel the rising warmness locomotion slowly up his torso until, irritatingly, it reached his brass, forcing him to open up his eyes.

He sighed. His alarm clock to the right field indicated 04:30, way too other to be getting up.

"time lag ... what"It was four XXX in the morn, why was the sun up ?

He quickly climbed from his bed and crossed to the windowpane. The sun was literally up, right in the sky, which should n't pee any sense at all because he'd literally just felt it cross across his body. But even uncanny than the sun, was the fact that his garden was not outside his window.

In fact, there was no garden whatsoever. No grass, no shed, no items laying around like the barbecue or bike, just monotonic Orange River dusty ground. often like you see in adverts on t.v where body politic are experiencing extreme drouth, the ground was dry.

"What the fucking, what is this"

Rubbing his center repeatedly did nothing, his sight did n't change. Outside seemed like a dry desert, a vast expanse of nothingness that just went on as far as the eye could see. Panic began to drive over as he crossed to his bedroom room access on the opposite side, opening it only to find a brick wall. Sweating and beginning to judder now, Henry Louis Aaron forced himself to calm down. Taking five minute of arc like this usually calmed him down completely, but when you've woken up to find you 're in the middle of a desert trapped in your own sleeping accommodation, normal methods do n't sour so well.

Aaron forced himself to finish spiralling, deleting thinking of dying out of his intellect as soon as they entered. Finally under ascendency he reached for the window opening it wide, luckily it was spacious enough for him to fit through and be able-bodied to slide down his tiled roof and land with a clunk on the parched ground.

Immediately he turned to count back at his sign, but it was gone, again replaced by the vast area now all around him.

Funnily enough Aaron did not finger the heat he was expecting to. Looking up at the sun and judging by the ground around him, he should definitely be burning up right now but he felt strangely cool and comfortable, something which gradually began to assist facilitate his nerves.

He must be dreaming. He must be dreaming. He had to be dreaming. That became his mantra as he continued to skim the purview before seeing what he thought was a house in the space. Shrugging his shoulder joint he started to stool his way towards it. As he walked he repeated his mantra, trying not to focalise on the fact that he was only wearing boxers, without any shoes.

Initially the house seemed a long way off, but soon after what only felt like a few mo walking, Aaron began to get close. ‘ House'probably is n't the word to describe it. From the distance it seemed to be the right chassis and colour of your average detached place, however on closer inspection the building was actually made of some case of metal kernel. Shining brightly in the sun it had a mirror like quality, one that was only broken up occasionally by window-like gun turret holes, very much like single you would expect to see on a medieval rook.

Henry Louis Aaron stood before the structure, taking it all in. There seemed to be no discernable entry yet the building was drawing him in, oddly enough Hank Aaron felt himself get excited at the thought. Although this was n't your regular inflammation, he felt this feeling in his loin, as if the closer he got to this construction or whatever was inside, the hornier he became. Now, Aaron was 21 and he'd like to think that he was old enough to not let his penis rein his decisions but he also kept telling himself he's dreaming, so why not ?

Almost as soon as this opinion came into his head, a threshold opened in the mirror-like aerofoil of the building directly in front of Aaron. He entered into the dark inside.

The door shut behind him plunging his environment into wickedness but he still felt the comfortable iciness he was feeling before. Suddenly a pillar of lightness illuminated before him, blinding his center that were now used to the darkness.

"What in the fuu…"

"KNEEL"

Aaron threw himself to the base. It was as if soul had tied rophy to both his knee joint and yanked hard on them, driving him downwards.

He looked up. A chassis stood before him. Undeniably alienate yet undeniably beautiful, and somehow completely feminine. He had no doubt in his psyche that this physique was a women, she certainly looked it. Auburn hair flowed from her brain, down the shoulders and ended just shy of the vertebral column of her calves. Her body seemed bantam yet powerful. Her breast standing out firm, with strong nipple prominent through the alien cloth of her tenacious gown. Her stage and backside hidden by her hair yet obviously matching the standard of her flawless physique.

"ARE YOU SON OF ORA-LAIN ?"

He realised this voice came from his head, the beautiful mouth of the women in front line did not propel an in. Although a belittled smirk appeared as she noticed the rising tent in Aarons boxers.

"Uh ... um..you mean Orlain ? My mum ?"Henry Louis Aaron stuttered. His head was so stuporous. His mind constricted in her attraction. He was pretty for certain the voice in his psyche pronounced his mother name with a gap in the middle but undoubtedly was saying the Sami word.

"YES. YOU HUMANS HAVE ALWAYS CHANGED OUR NAMES, YOUR TONGUE CAN NOT HANDLE THE TRUE NAMES OF US. evening ORA-LAIN IS A SIMPLIFIED VERSION OF HER BIRTH gens"The female 's voice echoed through his idea both loudly and mild. A sensation unmanageable to describe.

‘ God I must be dreaming'Aaron thought.

"YOU ARE NOT."Now if Henry Louis Aaron had had H2O in his mouth, this is the point where he'd spit it out.

"YES, I CAN READ YOUR THOUGHTS. YOU humankind ARE SO PRIMITIVE."He obviously knew this char held him in low regard but honestly he was too busy trying to memorize the beaut of her boldness ... the smell of her body.

"focus ! YOU must LISTEN, I DO NOT have got MUCH sentence"

The allure suddenly switched off. Aaron's heading snapped back. It was almost like being pulled from cold water system. The attraction was still there, but his attention was back.

"OUR SPECIES DISCOVERED MILLENIA AGO THAT MATING WITH YOUR MALE humans PRODUCED UNIQUE issue ... COMING FROM A DYING humanity WE LILLITATS ARE SENT HERE EVERY THOUSAND years TO MATE, IN THE Leslie Townes Hope OF PRODUCING OFFSPRING THAT WILL tax return TO THE homeland TO SAVE OUR metal money FROM EXTINCTION."

Disbelief was obvious across Hank Aaron boldness. Yet something in her Holy Writ and this wholly experience made him want to conceive. He could almost FEEL the accuracy. He could see in his judgment 's eye a major planet stricken in black hummer, no vegetation visible, with K of humanoid aliens, much like the one standing in front of him, screaming and crying in terror.

"IN YOUR PAST WE HAVE COME. THE RESULT existence MEMBERS OF YOUR RACE GAINING FORTUNE AND magnate. MULTIPLE KINGS, QUEENS, AND Pharaoh of Egypt have BEEN A RESULT OF OUR involution. YET WE NO longer penury drawing card. OUR mintage IS AT THE BRINK OF quenching, WE NOW REQUIRE MATES. SEXUALLY POWERFUL being THAT CAN WITHSTAND THE visitation OF MATING WITH AN ALIEN SPECIES."

Honestly if this spot had not already been so surreal and insane, Aaron would have laughed. But again, the severity of her voice touched twine in his heart.

"So you need me for what ? A breeder ? Do you need my sperm or something ?"

"NO. union IS EQUAL character RITUAL AS IT IS BIOLOGICAL. I 'M GOING TO Duncan James Corrow Grant YOU ability. SEXUAL exponent. FOR YOU TO increase full-of-the-moon control OF BEFORE existence READY TO TAKE ON female OF MY OWN RACE"

"magnate ? You mean like mind dominance ... you must be fucking with me"Hank Aaron thought back aggressively.

"DO NOT contract THAT tonicity WITH ME CHILD ! YOU KNOW null OF THIS mightiness, YOU MUST EXPERIENCE first-class honours degree hired hand AND YOU volition UNDERSTAND MY quarrel. WHEN YOU ARE READY I WILL RETURN"

"time lag ! delay ! I have more questions, what about my mum ? Do you bonk where she is ? !"

"SHE IS BACK HOME CHILD, NOW GO"

And with that the chassis in front disappeared, leaving a tiny pinprick of unhorse floating in the air. There was time for three deep breaths before Aaron felt himself being pulled towards the mess. realness seemed to distort as his organic structure was sucked into the impossibly pocket-sized gap.

He felt like he was falling for a prison term before….jolting awake in bed.

Chapter 2

Panting and covered from head to toe in sudor, Henry Louis Aaron looked around to get ahead his bearings. He was back habitation, in his way, in his own house, which had the pattern garden out the window. He looked to his rightfulness again to see his clock showing 06:45. His warning device went off.

Turning it off he sat for a mo quietly. Then he started to laugh. That was crazy ! What a dream ! He could n't believe that he almost thought that was real number. He laughed more as he climbed from bed to head down to the shower.

Hank Aaron lived alone. His sire had disappeared shortly after realising Aaron 's mum was pregnant. Leaving the twenty something to raise a child alone. She had fared unnaturally well, being the smart savvy women she was, she had managed to take unbelievably dear decisions in the caudex food market which allowed investment in prop which in bit produced a continued income.

However, on the eve of Henry Louis Aaron sixteenth natal day Orlain had gone missing. She had left a banker's bill detailing her assets and bank accounting be left to her son along with all of her possessions. Initially a manhunt ensued but it was quickly given up as the police suspected suicide.

As a answer, Henry Louis Aaron was alone from the age of sixteen. He had no extended family to turn to so he continued schoolhouse and left at eighteen and had been working various jobs since then, working purley for the joy of routine, the money was n't needed.

Following his mother 's abandonment Henry Louis Aaron had gained weight. He did n't look after himself and skillful cistron and a gamey metabolic process were the only matter keeping him from obesity. So, he was overweight.

Standing at 5'11 his fat was n't very obvious. He could easily hide under layers and fall guy those into thinking he was slimmer but in reality he was n't, and he hated it. Although his spirit towards his body were strong, he never could quite prompt himself to mould out. He never had any reason to. If Aaron was brutally honest, he was a little socially awkward so did n't feel the need to be confident. puerility trauma could do that to you.

For some reason that morning was dissimilar. After the shower had washed away the remnants of the dream that he now barely remembered, he felt energised ! Motivated almost. His mind felt cutting, smart, clearer. Usually his body just wanted to go and lay down and chill out but this time no. In fact, he thought smugly, he felt like going to the gym.

"The gym, am I kidding myself"Aaron muttered as he walked out of the shower. But as he passed his mirror he stopped. Looking down at himself for here and now his mouthpiece opened slightly. He'd lost weight. Not just a bantam bit ... a lot ! Like maybe 15 or 20 pounds. And was he taller ? Hank Aaron stared at himself in the mirror for farseeing, in absolute disbelief. He looked taller, slimmer and if he was n't mistaken, he'd definitely put more sinew on.

His head suddenly flew back to his dreaming, a vague deja vu touch. That could n't have been true though, right ? He is not about to suddenly pull ahead sexual powers. Shrugging his berm, Hank Aaron got his stuff together and went to the gym, making sure to submit his drawstring boxershorts.

At the gym Hank Aaron definitely noticed a alteration in his body. He was lifting weightiness he never though he could, with energy he never thought he had and with a focus he'd never experienced. But it was when he finished his second set of weights, his focused changed.

Like a dog catching a scent Aarons head whipped up. His nozzle was becoming increasingly replete with the stiff smell of sweet dear. He looked around, trying to opine who decides to eat in the exercising weight country, but he could n't see anything. In fact, what he did find was an extremely attractive women walking past the weight unit. The odour of dear was coming directly from her. Aaron looked around, but apart from the occasional glance from the men in the area, nonentity paid much tending to her. She really was phenomenal. She was contaminating blonde, with her hair tied in a practical ponytail. Wearing skin tight leg covering and a taut top, her perky B size breast looked incredible. Her prostrate belly and toned bum made it obvious she was a even at the gym.

Aaron had always admired fair sex who gym. He could n't imagine going somewhere and having everyone tick you out, hypocritical, but he could n't assist it, his dick was growing just looking at her. Which just added more to the strange day he was having, Henry Louis Aaron would never get bungle just by looking at a hot girl in the gym, why was his sex movement so raw ?

He tried to brush aside his growing horniness but it was hard. He kept lifting weightiness trying to conceive of something else, but his mind kept roving, getting even defective when he caught the girlfriend sneaking a glimpse at him too. She had a cute smile, but he could n't facilitate imagining himself bending her over the weight table and having his way with her. Thinking this stream thought whilst looking at her, Aaron saw her gasp in surprisal and devolve the dumbell she was just about to use.

No one took much observance of her, but Aaron could tell she was definitely rattled, her look red not just from exertion. But that could n't bear been him right ? She must just be feeling sick or something. Nevertheless Aaron felt the need to try again, being measured to hide his growing hard-on.

This time he waited until she had just got on the treadmill. Luckily the gym was n't very busy and there was a dislodge spot near her. He walked over and climbed on, already cranking the dial and running at a speed that he never would've been able to maintain before. Slowly he let his mind realize, focusing on the exercise of running.

When he felt he was focused enough, he quickly glanced over to the girl who was jogging lightly. In his brain 's eye he imagined her getting horny, picturing what her pantie would look like when they were wet. He imagined the flavor of hands running all over her trunk, caressing between her stage and stroking her boob. He could almost see the champion in the girls aspect. He could n't think he was doing this. He heard light gasp and pressed onward. Now imagining the feeling of a glossa, licking delicately between her pegleg, slowly but surely do pulses of XTC to travel throughout her body. To add the cherry on top he pictured her hard sensitive nipple rubbing against the fabric of her top, sending an intense pleasurable sentience through her body.

Without warning Aaron heard a low moan or grunt, followed by a large clang. He immediately stopped what he was doing and ran to the young lady, she had fallen from the treadmill, no uncertainty because of his attention. Aaron could n't believe it ! The dream was literal ? !

"Oh cocksucker, are you ok ?"Aaron asked in genuine care.

"Yeh, thanks ... phew ... guess I just wiped out there, I do n't lie with what happened"The girl replied in a British accent. She looked very embarrassed.

"Here, let me serve you"At Aarons touch the young lady gasped softly. She jerked and stared at him, her eyes burning with a cryptic lust. Aaron could clearly see her nipples harden again and saw the wet patch between her leg obtrusive against the grey fabric.

"Um ... thanks"Her vocalisation had changed, becoming slightly more husky"I think I 've hurt my leg, I 've got a bit of muscle spray in my bag though."

"No vexation, I'll grab it for you"Aaron stood and began looking around her treadmill.

"No no, it 's in my locker, idea helping me there though ?"She said.

"Of course."Quite strange to ask a stranger to help you to your locker, but who was Aaron to indicate ? So he helped her to her feet and they began making their way to the footlocker. Aaron did not fail to notice how a good deal she kept close to his torso, nor how obvious she was faking her limp.

"I'm Aaron by the way"

"Jane. Nice to fill you, thanks so much for the help, not a lotta guys would've helped me up"

"It 's no job do n't worry. Hey are n't these the ladies ? I'll let you go in"

"Um ... do you mind bringing me in ?"

Henry Louis Aaron awkward measure flew up. He did not like the idea of going into the distaff changing rooms, but for some reason he felt that with his new found power, he might be ok. Plus the potential drop of what could go on threw precaution out the window.

Nodding he walked her in. Luckily the changing way was empty….perfect.

Jane stopped in front of him and turned around. Her ‘ injured'foot went down to the footing and she walked slowly and seductively towards him, swinging her articulatio coxae as she came.

"You know, my metrical foot flavour ok right now. But since you've been so variety, could you give me something else ?"

By this point she'd made it right in strawman of him. He stared into her lecherousness filled eyes as he felt her hot hint near his neck.

"I'm at your disposal, what do you take ?"Aaron tuned into her body again, he could n't believe this was happening ! This meter however, he felt her own horniness, raging like a deep fervour in her body.

"I. Want. This"She said, grabbing Aarons already hard gumshoe in his gym shorts.

Her manus began to caress up and down his appendage, pausing to rub gently at the head. She then slowly sunk to her knees, pulling his boxers down as she went.

"holy place shit"Came her voice. Hank Aaron looked down.

"Holy son of a bitch !"Aarons hawkshaw was huge ! This sunrise he was a shy 6 inch, now he was a very very proud 9.

His grinning was huge as Jane began to lick him from top to bottom. Locked inside one of the carrell, Aaron felt it safe to let out a minuscule moan.

Jane covered him in her saliva before taking his oral sex in her sassing and slowly moving downwards.

Now Aaron had received blowjobs in the past times, but never this good. Girlfriends before had always been so shy, just licking the tip, never fully swallowing. But this miss swallowed.

Gagging sounds came from her mouth as Jane began to deepthroat his tool, taking more and more of him into her throat before bottoming out about an column inch shy of his pubis. The star was incredible. She pulled back and began her descent again, this time humming to increase sensation.

Aaron felt his climax building and quickly found a judiciary to entertain onto as the whiz peaked. Just before it did however he had an idea. Focusing on Jane he imagined an sexual climax, equal to the stratum he was about to experience, hit into her as well. So Aaron let his coming take him as he blew cargo after load of hot thickly semen into Jane, just as she herself experienced a huge climax swallowing his juice. Her knees buckled as she shook, threatening to throw them to the ground if she had not already been on her knees.

A moment of rich breathing passed, followed by a cheap pop as Jane let his dick slip from her mouth.

But Hank Aaron was still hard. In fact, he could cum again.

He switched his aid to Jane, willing her libido to fortify to unprecedented peak as she ripped her clothes off, exposing no bra and a thin lacy thong. The front of her panty were soaked but she did n't remove them, instead she grabbed Hank Aaron dick and began rubbing it on herself. Moaning almost constantly now she ripped her thong to the face and positioned the headspring at her entrance.

One go look into Aarons oculus and she plunged herself down on his rock severe penis. Immediately half of his dick was encompassed by her hot wet rampart. The compactness of her squeezing him as he entered. They paused for a second, Jane trying to get used to his size, before soldiering on. She pushed harder this time, squeezing to a greater extent and more of his penis into her until finally Henry Louis Aaron bottoms out. A tremor ran through Jane as she squeaked, optic rolling back for a second.

Henry Louis Aaron seized this suspension to search her body again. If sexual arousal and attraction was heat, Jane would be an incinerator. Her soundbox was on ardour with sexual free energy, and it was all directed at Aaron. He smiled wide.

For some grounds Aaron's instinct told him she liked it hard and fast, he did n't have it away where that came from but he was n't going to argue. Grabbing her hips he spun to lay her back on the bench he was just sat on and began to have a go at it her. Sliding in and out severely and faster building in pace. A rhythmic slap slap slap filled the air as their pelvis slammed together.

"OH GOD….YES….OH OH"Jane was barely in reality. Her moans rose in pacing, each thrust eliciting a short scream or grunt.

"YES..FUCK ... JUST the likes of THAT"She continued.

Aaron could feel she was nearing her orgasm and he was too. Again, like shoemaker's last time, he pushed her to the edge hard, just as he was cuming himself. She went silent. Her body froze and began to thrill violently as her mouth gaped undetermined in the most vivid sexual experience. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her backrest arched in delight. Henry Louis Aaron himself was experiencing something exactly the Saami, more hot semen pumping into her as they both came simultaneously, over and over again until they passed out.

Aaron opened his eyes to find the tiny panting body of Jane laying on his thorax. They had obviously rolled over and she was nestled into his chest haircloth sound asleep. Not very much time passed because he could still experience himself inside her. With a wet pop Aaron removed himself, the activity stirring her awake.

Jane moaned happily as her heart fluttered receptive slowly, before immediately focusing on Hank Aaron 's facial expression and jumping up. She awkwardly climbed off him as quick as she could.

"Oh motherfucker, I'm so gloomy, oh my god, you must call up I'm such a slut, I never do that !"Her typeface was a masque of pure horror. She kept trying to pick up her clothes but in the cramp stool she could n't reach sealed detail. Her anxiety was obvious.

"smell its okay. Do n't occupy. You are n't a slut, we just had fun, I wo n't tell anyone"Aaron searched her mentally, cooling her anxiety, replacing it with a touch of contentment, making certain she was glad with everything that happened.

She soon calmed down and they both got dressed. Jane left the cubicle first, coughing loudly as a sign that the seacoast was acquit before disappearing. Aaron stayed in the cubicle for a moment, sat on the bench, smiling like a cheshire cat.

"This, is gon na be great. ”