Aaron felt the sun before he saw it. Laying in bed he could feel the rising warmth travelling slowly up his body until, irritatingly, it reached his face, forcing him to open his center.

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

"Wait ... what"It was four 30 in the morning, why was the sun up ?

He quickly climbed from his bed and crossed to the window. The sun was literally up, right in the sky, which should n't make any sensation at all because he'd literally just felt it cross across his body. But even weirder 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 wheel, just flat orange cold dry land. a lot like you see in advert on t.v where body politic are experiencing extreme drouth, the terra firma was dry.

"What the fuck, what is this"

Rubbing his eyes repeatedly did nothing, his imagination did n't commute. Outside seemed like a dry desert, a huge surface area of wind that just went on as far as the eye could see. Panic began to have over as he crossed to his sleeping accommodation door on the diametrical face, opening it only to notice a brick paries. Sweating and beginning to shake now, Aaron forced himself to calm down. Taking five minutes like this usually calmed him down completely, but when you've woken up to ascertain you 're in the eye of a desert trapped in your own bedroom, formula methods do n't work so well.

Hank Aaron forced himself to give up spiralling, deleting idea of dying out of his nous as soon as they entered. Finally under control he reached for the window opening it wide, luckily it was wide of the mark enough for him to fit through and be able to slide down his tile ceiling and solid ground with a thumping on the parched dry land.

Immediately he turned to look back at his house, but it was gone, again replaced by the huge sweep now all around him.

Funnily enough Aaron did not feel 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 sang-froid and comfortable, something which gradually began to help comfort 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 apparent horizon before seeing what he thought was a house in the distance. Shrugging his shoulder joint he started to take in his way towards it. As he walked he repeated his mantra, trying not to focus on the fact that he was only wearing drawers, without any shoes.

Initially the house seemed a long way off, but soon after what only felt like a few bit walking, Hank Aaron began to get close. ‘ business firm'probably is n't the word to describe it. From the distance it seemed to be the right material body and colour of your norm detached place, however on secretive inspection the building was actually made of some character of metallic inwardness. Shining brightly in the sun it had a mirror like tone, one that was only broken up occasionally by window-like turrets holes, much like ones you would expect to see on a medieval castle.

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 Henry Louis Aaron felt himself get excited at the mentation. Although this was n't your habitue excitement, he felt this flavour in his pubes, 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 rule his decision but he also kept telling himself he's dreaming, so why not ?

Almost as soon as this intellection came into his head, a doorway opened in the mirror-like open of the building directly in front of Aaron. He entered into the darkness inside.

The room access shut behind him plunging his environs into dark but he still felt the comfortable coolness he was feeling before. Suddenly a mainstay of light illuminated before him, blinding his eyes that were now used to the darkness.

"What in the fuu…"

"KNEEL"

Aaron threw himself to the floor. It was as if someone had tied circle to both his stifle and yanked hard on them, driving him downwards.

He looked up. A chassis stood before him. Undeniably stranger yet undeniably beautiful, and somehow completely feminine. He had no doubt in his creative thinker that this name was a char, she certainly looked it. Auburn hairsbreadth flowed from her forefront, down the shoulders and ended just shy of the rachis of her sura. Her body seemed petite yet mightily. Her breasts standing out house, with hard tit prominent through the alien cloth of her recollective gown. Her leg and backside hidden by her hair yet obviously matching the standard of her flawless physique.

"ARE YOU SON OF ORA-LAIN ?"

He realised this vocalization came from his head, the beautiful rima oris of the women in front did not proceed an inch. Although a small smirk appeared as she noticed the rising tent in Aaron boxers.

"Uh ... um..you mean Orlain ? My mum ?"Hank Aaron stuttered. His head was so foggy. His judgment constricted in her attraction. He was pretty for sure the voice in his capitulum pronounced his mother name with a gap in the middle but undoubtedly was saying the same word.

"YES. YOU HUMANS HAVE ALWAYS CHANGED OUR NAMES, YOUR knife CAN NOT HANDLE THE TRUE NAMES OF US. evening ORA-LAIN IS A SIMPLIFIED translation OF HER BIRTH NAME"The female 's voice echoed through his idea both aloud and soft. A superstar difficult to describe.

‘ God I must be dreaming'Henry Louis Aaron thought.

"YOU ARE NOT."Now if Henry Louis Aaron had had water in his back talk, this is the point where he'd expectoration it out.

"YES, I CAN READ YOUR THOUGHTS. YOU HUMANS ARE SO PRIMITIVE."He obviously knew this fair sex held him in low regard but honestly he was too meddling trying to memorize the smasher of her face ... the feel of her body.

"FOCUS ! YOU moldiness LISTEN, I DO NOT HAVE MUCH clock time"

The temptingness suddenly switched off. Aaron's head snapped back. It was almost like being pulled from cold body of water. The attraction was still there, but his attention was back.

"OUR SPECIES DISCOVERED MILLENIA AGO THAT MATING WITH YOUR Male human race PRODUCED UNIQUE offspring ... COMING FROM A DYING macrocosm WE LILLITATS ARE SENT HERE EVERY THOUSAND YEARS TO checkmate, IN THE HOPE OF PRODUCING materialization THAT WILL restitution TO THE HOMELAND TO SAVE OUR species FROM EXTINCTION."

Disbelief was obvious across Aarons face. Yet something in her Good Book and this whole experience made him want to trust. He could almost FEEL the true statement. He could see in his mind 's eye a satellite stricken in black smoke, no vegetation visible, with M of mechanical man aliens, much like the one standing in front of him, screaming and crying in panic.

"IN YOUR PAST WE have COME. THE outcome existence MEMBERS OF YOUR RACE GAINING FORTUNE AND POWER. MULTIPLE KINGS, queen, AND Pharaoh of Egypt have BEEN A RESULT OF OUR liaison. YET WE NO LONGER motivation loss leader. OUR species IS AT THE BRINK OF experimental extinction, WE NOW REQUIRE MATES. SEXUALLY POWERFUL being THAT CAN WITHSTAND THE trial OF MATING WITH AN ALIEN SPECIES."

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

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

"NO. pairing IS compeer PARTS rite AS IT IS BIOLOGICAL. I 'M GOING TO Hiram Ulysses Grant YOU great power. SEXUAL POWER. FOR YOU TO profit FULL MASTERY OF BEFORE BEING READY TO issue ON female person OF MY OWN backwash"

"might ? You mean like mind control condition ... you must be fucking with me"Henry Louis Aaron thought back aggressively.

"DO NOT accept THAT TONE WITH ME CHILD ! YOU KNOW nothing OF THIS POWER, YOU MUST EXPERIENCE FIRST script AND YOU WILL UNDERSTAND MY WORDS. WHEN YOU ARE READY I WILL recall"

"Wait ! Wait ! I have more than questions, what about my mum ? Do you know where she is ? !"

"SHE IS BACK HOME fry, NOW GO"

And with that the figure in social movement disappeared, leaving a tiny pinprick of lightly floating in the air. There was time for three recondite breaths before Aaron felt himself being pulled towards the hole. realness seemed to buckle as his consistency was sucked into the impossibly small gap.

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

Chapter 2

Panting and covered from head to toe in stew, Aaron looked around to bring in his bearings. He was back rest home, in his room, in his own house, which had the formula garden out the windowpane. He looked to his right again to see his clock showing 06:45. His alarm went off.

Turning it off he sat for a moment quietly. Then he started to express mirth. That was crazy ! What a ambition ! He could n't think that he almost thought that was genuine. He laughed more as he climbed from bed to head down to the shower.

Henry Louis Aaron lived alone. His male parent had disappeared shortly after realising Hank Aaron 's mum was significant. Leaving the twenty something to raise a nipper alone. She had fared unnaturally well, being the smart savvy women she was, she had managed to make unbelievably honest determination in the stock certificate food market which allowed investment in property which in crook produced a stay on income.

However, on the eve of Aaron 16th natal day Orlain had gone missing. She had left a distinction detailing her assets and banking company accounts be left to her son along with all of her willpower. Initially a manhunt ensued but it was quickly given up as the police suspected suicide.

As a result, Henry Louis Aaron was alone from the age of XVI. He had no extended folk to deform to so he continued school and left at eighteen and had been working various task since then, working purley for the pleasance of turn, the money was n't needed.

Following his female parent 's abandonment Aaron had gained weight. He did n't reckon after himself and trade good genes and a high metabolism were the only affair keeping him from fleshiness. So, he was overweight.

Standing at 5'11 his fat was n't very obvious. He could easily hide under layer and fall guy those into thinking he was slimmer but in realism he was n't, and he hated it. Although his belief towards his body were secure, he never could quite actuate himself to work out. He never had any reason to. If Henry Louis Aaron was brutally honest, he was a little socially awkward so did n't sense the need to be confident. puerility trauma could do that to you.

For some intellect that morning was dissimilar. After the shower had washed away the remnants of the aspiration that he now barely remembered, he felt energised ! Motivated almost. His judgment felt keen, smart, clearer. Usually his body just wanted to go and lay down and cool down 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 bath. But as he passed his mirror he stopped. Looking down at himself for moment his mouth opened slightly. He'd lost weight. Not just a diminutive bit ... a lot ! Like maybe 15 or 20 pounds. And was he taller ? Henry Louis Aaron stared at himself in the mirror for longer, in absolute incredulity. He looked taller, slimmer and if he was n't mistaken, he'd definitely put more muscle on.

His judgment suddenly flew back to his aspiration, a faint deja vu intuitive feeling. That could n't feature been true though, right ? He is not about to suddenly hit intimate superpower. Shrugging his articulatio humeri, Aaron got his stuff together and went to the gym, making surely to lead his drawstring shorts.

At the gym Hank Aaron definitely noticed a change in his organic structure. He was lifting weights 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 capitulum whipped up. His nose was becoming increasingly replete with the warm smell of sweet honey. He looked around, trying to guess who decides to eat in the weight field, but he could n't see anything. In fact, what he did find was an extremely attractive cleaning woman walking past the weights. The smell of honey was coming directly from her. Aaron looked around, but apart from the occasional glance from the men in the area, cipher paid very much attention to her. She really was phenomenal. She was muddy blonde, with her hair tied in a practical ponytail. Wearing scrape tight leg covering and a tight top, her perky B size boob looked incredible. Her flat stomach and toned bum made it obvious she was a regular at the gym.

Aaron had always admired cleaning woman who gym. He could n't imagine going somewhere and having everyone baulk you out, hypocritical, but he could n't help it, his pecker was growing just looking at her. Which just added more to the unusual day he was having, Hank Aaron would never get boners just by looking at a hot girl in the gym, why was his sex drive so sensitive ?

He tried to snub his growing horniness but it was hard. He kept lifting weight trying to recall of something else, but his nous kept wandering, getting even worse when he caught the girl sneaking a glance at him too. She had a cute smiling, but he could n't help imagining himself bending her over the weighting board and having his way with her. Thinking this electric current thought whilst looking at her, Aaron saw her pant in surprise and expend the dumbell she was just about to use.

No one took much observation of her, but Henry Louis Aaron could assure she was definitely flustered, her brass red not just from effort. But that could n't have been him right ? She must just be feeling sick or something. Nevertheless Hank Aaron felt the demand to try again, being careful to hide his growing erection.

This time he waited until she had just got on the tread-wheel. Luckily the gym was n't very busy and there was a free spot near her. He walked over and climbed on, already cranking the dial and running at a pep pill that he never would've been able-bodied to asseverate before. Slowly he let his idea authorise, focusing on the physical exertion of running.

When he felt he was focused enough, he quickly glanced over to the girl who was jogging lightly. In his creative thinker 's eye he imagined her getting horny, picturing what her panties would look like when they were wet. He imagined the feeling of hands running all over her body, caressing between her legs and stroking her knocker. He could almost see the sentiency in the girl face. He could n't believe he was doing this. He heard lightness gasp and pressed onward. Now imagining the feeling of a tongue, licking delicately between her stage, slowly but surely cause pulses of ecstasy to travel throughout her body. To add the cherry tree on top he pictured her operose sensitive teat rubbing against the fabric of her top, sending an intense pleasurable mavin through her body.

Without warning Aaron heard a low moan or oink, followed by a large crash. He immediately stopped what he was doing and ran to the girl, she had fallen from the treadmill, no incertitude because of his care. Aaron could n't believe it ! The ambition was real ? !

"Oh diddley, are you ok ?"Aaron asked in true care.

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

"Here, let me help you"At Aarons touch the miss gasped softly. She jerked and stared at him, her heart burning with a deep lust. Henry Louis Aaron could clearly see her nipples harden again and saw the wet spot between her legs noticeable against the Zane Grey fabric.

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

"No headache, I'll snap it for you"Henry Louis Aaron stood and began looking around her treadmill.

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

"Of course."Quite unknown to ask a stranger to facilitate you to your locker, but who was Hank Aaron to argue ? So he helped her to her foundation and they began making their way to the cabinet. Aaron did not fail to detect how much she kept close to his body, nor how obvious she was faking her hitch.

"I'm Aaron by the way"

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

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

"Um ... do you take care bringing me in ?"

Hank Aaron awkward meter flew up. He did not like the thought of going into the female changing suite, but for some reasonableness he felt that with his new found abilities, he might be ok. Plus the potential of what could hap have caution out the window.

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

Jane stopped in nominal head of him and turned around. Her ‘ injured'substructure went down to the priming and she walked slowly and seductively towards him, swinging her coxa as she came.

"You know, my infantry feel ok right now. But since you've been so kind, could you give me something else ?"

By this point she'd made it right in front of him. He stared into her lust filled optic as he felt her hot breath near his cervix.

"I'm at your administration, what do you require ?"Henry Louis Aaron tuned into her trunk again, he could n't believe this was happening ! This time however, he felt her own horniness, raging like a cryptic flak in her body.

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

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

"Holy shit"Came her voice. Aaron looked down.

"holy motherfucker !"Aarons gumshoe was vast ! This morning he was a shy 6 in, now he was a very very proud 9.

His grinning was huge as Jane began to work him from top to bottom. Locked inside one of the cubicles, Aaron felt it safe to let out a small groan.

Jane covered him in her saliva before taking his promontory in her rima oris and slowly moving downwards.

Now Hank Aaron had received blowjob in the past, but never this good. girl before had always been so shy, just licking the tip, never fully swallowing. But this girl swallowed.

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

Henry Louis Aaron felt his climax building and quickly found a judiciary to hold onto as the sensation peaked. Just before it did however he had an estimate. Focusing on Jane he imagined an orgasm, equal to the layer he was about to experience, smash into her as well. So Aaron let his climax take him as he blew warhead after load of hot thick semen into Jane, just as she herself experienced a huge orgasm swallowing his juices. Her knees buckled as she shook, threatening to throw off them to the primer if she had not already been on her knees.

A moment of deep breathing passed, followed by a loud pop as Jane let his peter slip-up from her mouth.

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

He switched his attention to Jane, bequeath her libido to spike to unprecedented heights as she ripped her apparel off, exposing no bra and a thin lacy thong. The front of her pantie were soaked but she did n't remove them, instead she grabbed Henry Louis Aaron dick and began rubbing it on herself. Moaning almost constantly now she ripped her lash to the English and positioned the headway at her entrance.

One last looking at into Aaron centre and she plunged herself down on his rock hard penis. Immediately one-half of his dick was encompassed by her hot wet walls. The tightness 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 meter, squeezing Sir Thomas More and to a greater extent of his member into her until finally Aaron bottoms out. A earth tremor ran through Jane as she squeaked, optic rolling back for a endorse.

Henry Louis Aaron seized this pause to search her trunk again. If sexual rousing and attractive force was heat, Jane would be an incinerator. Her body was on flak with sexual vigor, and it was all directed at Aaron. He smiled wide.

For some understanding Aaron's instincts told him she liked it hard and fast, he did n't bang where that came from but he was n't going to argue. Grabbing her hips he spun to lay her back on the work bench he was just sat on and began to bed her. Sliding in and out intemperate and faster building in yard. A rhythmic smacking slap slap filled the air as their pelvic girdle slammed together.

"OH GOD….YES….OH OH"Jane was barely in reality. Her moan rose in tempo, each jab eliciting a short scream or grunt.

"YES..FUCK ... JUST like THAT"She continued.

Henry Louis Aaron could feel she was nearing her climax and he was too. Again, like last time, he pushed her to the border hard, just as he was cuming himself. She went silent. Her consistency froze and began to oscillate violently as her mouth gaped open in the most vivid sexual experience. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her back arched in joy. Hank Aaron himself was experiencing something exactly the same, 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 lilliputian heaving body of Jane laying on his chest. They had obviously rolled over and she was nestled into his chest hair sound asleep. Not much time passed because he could still feel himself inside her. With a wet pop Hank Aaron removed himself, the military action stirring her awake.

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

"Oh shit, I'm so good-for-naught, oh my god, you must cogitate I'm such a slut, I never do that !"Her face was a mask of pure horror. She kept trying to pick up her clothes but in the cramp stool she could n't reach certain items. Her anxiety was obvious.

"smell its okay. Do n't worry. 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 feeling of contentment, making sure she was happy with everything that happened.

She soon calmed down and they both got dressed. Jane left the kiosk first, coughing loudly as a sign that the coast was clear before disappearing. Aaron stayed in the cell for a mo, sat on the judiciary, smiling like a cheshire cat.

"This, is gon na be great. ”