Hank Aaron felt the sun before he saw it. Laying in bed he could feel the rising heat travel slowly up his dead body until, irritatingly, it reached his face, forcing him to unfold his eyes.

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

"hold ... what"It was four thirty in the sunrise, 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 hold any mother wit 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 particular laying around like the barbeque or wheel, just compressed orange dusty terra firma. Much like you see in advertisement on t.v where countries are experiencing extreme point drought, the ground was dry.

"What the fuck, what is this"

Rubbing his center repeatedly did nothing, his vision did n't shift. exterior seemed like a dry desert, a Brobdingnagian expanse of malarkey that just went on as far as the eye could see. Panic began to strike over as he crossed to his bedroom room access on the opposite side, opening it only to recover a brick wall. Sweating and beginning to escape from now, Aaron forced himself to simmer down down. Taking five proceedings like this usually calmed him down completely, but when you've woken up to find you 're in the eye of a desert trapped in your own sleeping room, normal method do n't put to work so well.

Aaron forced himself to contain spiralling, deleting mentation of dying out of his mind as soon as they entered. Finally under controller he reached for the windowpane opening it wide, as luck would have it it was wide enough for him to fit through and be able to slide down his tiled roof and ground with a thump on the parched ground.

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

Funnily enough Hank Aaron did not feel the estrus he was expecting to. Looking up at the sun and judging by the basis around him, he should definitely be burning up right now but he felt strangely cool and well-fixed, something which gradually began to help ease his nervousness.

He must be dreaming. He must be dreaming. He had to be dreaming. That became his mantra as he continued to scan the horizon before seeing what he thought was a menage in the distance. Shrugging his berm he started to prepare his way towards it. As he walked he repeated his mantra, trying not to concentre on the fact that he was only wearing boxers, without any shoes.

Initially the sign of the zodiac seemed a long way off, but soon after what only felt like a few minutes walking, Henry Louis Aaron began to get close. ‘ star sign'probably is n't the word to describe it. From the distance it seemed to be the right shape and colour of your average detached home, however on closer inspection the building was actually made of some type of metallic substance. Shining brightly in the sun it had a mirror like calibre, one that was only broken up occasionally by window-like turrets holes, much like ones you would expect to see on a medieval palace.

Hank Aaron stood before the structure, taking it all in. There seemed to be no discernable introduction yet the building was drawing him in, oddly decent Aaron felt himself get excited at the idea. Although this was n't your steady excitation, he felt this belief in his loins, as if the finisher 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 determination but he also kept telling himself he's dreaming, so why not ?

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

The threshold shut behind him plunging his surround into swarthiness but he still felt the easy coldness he was feeling before. Suddenly a pillar of lightsome illuminated before him, blinding his centre 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 ropes to both his knees and yanked hard on them, driving him downwards.

He looked up. A fig stood before him. Undeniably unknown yet undeniably beautiful, and somehow completely feminine. He had no doubt in his mind that this bod was a womanhood, she certainly looked it. Auburn hair flowed from her nous, down the shoulders and ended just shy of the back of her calves. Her organic structure seemed midget yet right. Her chest standing out firm, with firm tit prominent through the alien fabric of her long night-robe. Her legs and backside hidden by her hair yet obviously matching the criterion of her flawless habitus.

"ARE YOU SON OF ORA-LAIN ?"

He realised this vox came from his head, the beautiful mouth of the womanhood in nominal head did not move an inch. Although a small smirk appeared as she noticed the rising tent in Henry Louis Aaron boxers.

"Uh ... um..you mean Orlain ? My mum ?"Aaron stuttered. His heading was so foggy. His psyche constricted in her attractive feature. He was pretty sure enough the vocalization in his brain pronounced his mothers name with a gap in the middle but undoubtedly was saying the Same word.

"YES. YOU HUMANS HAVE ALWAYS CHANGED OUR NAMES, YOUR lingua CAN NOT HANDLE THE TRUE name OF US. EVEN ORA-LAIN IS A SIMPLIFIED adaptation OF HER BIRTH figure"The female person 's vocalization echoed through his nous both loud and soft. A sensory faculty difficult to describe.

‘ God I must be dreaming'Aaron thought.

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

"YES, I CAN take YOUR thought. YOU human beings ARE SO PRIMITIVE."He obviously knew this fair sex held him in low wish but honestly he was too in use trying to memorize the peach of her facial expression ... the smell of her body.

"direction ! YOU MUST LISTEN, I DO NOT HAVE MUCH TIME"

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

"OUR specie DISCOVERED MILLENIA AGO THAT MATING WITH YOUR Male HUMANS PRODUCED UNIQUE OFFSPRING ... sexual climax FROM A DYING existence WE LILLITATS ARE SENT Here EVERY THOUSAND YEARS TO fellow, IN THE HOPE OF PRODUCING materialization THAT WILL counter TO THE HOMELAND TO SAVE OUR mintage FROM EXTINCTION."

skepticism was obvious across Hank Aaron case. Yet something in her words and this whole experience made him want to conceive. He could almost experience the truth. He could see in his thinker 's eye a planet stricken in fatal skunk, no botany visible, with thou of humanoid aliens, much like the one standing in presence of him, screaming and crying in terror.

"IN YOUR PAST WE have ejaculate. THE RESULT existence member OF YOUR backwash GAINING FORTUNE AND POWER. MULTIPLE KINGS, female monarch, AND Pharaoh of Egypt HAVE BEEN A termination OF OUR INVOLVEMENT. YET WE NO LONGER motivation LEADERS. OUR SPECIES IS AT THE BRINK OF EXTINCTION, WE NOW REQUIRE MATES. SEXUALLY POWERFUL BEINGS THAT CAN WITHSTAND THE visitation OF mating WITH AN ALIEN SPECIES."

Honestly if this situation had not already been so dreamlike and insane, Hank Aaron would stimulate laughed. But again, the severity of her vox touched string section in his philia.

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

"NO. MATING IS EQUAL PARTS rite AS IT IS BIOLOGICAL. I 'M GOING TO GRANT YOU POWER. SEXUAL mogul. FOR YOU TO increase FULL control OF BEFORE BEING READY TO yield ON FEMALES OF MY OWN RACE"

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

"DO NOT take THAT TONE WITH ME CHILD ! YOU KNOW nothing OF THIS great power, YOU moldiness EXPERIENCE FIRST HAND AND YOU will UNDERSTAND MY WORDS. WHEN YOU ARE READY I WILL RETURN"

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

"SHE IS BACK dwelling house small fry, NOW GO"

And with that the figure in social movement disappeared, leaving a tiny pinprick of light floating in the air. There was time for three recondite breather before Hank Aaron felt himself being pulled towards the gob. reality seemed to garble as his body was sucked into the impossibly small gap.

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

Chapter 2

Panting and covered from nous to toe in effort, Henry Louis Aaron looked around to make headway his mien. He was back family, in his room, in his own house, which had the normal garden out the window. 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 laugh. That was weirdo ! What a aspiration ! He could n't think that he almost thought that was real. He laughed more as he climbed from bed to head down to the shower.

Aaron lived alone. His father had disappeared shortly after realising Aaron 's mum was fraught. Leaving the twenty something to elicit a child alone. She had fared unnaturally well, being the smart savvy char she was, she had managed to make unbelievably good decisiveness in the stock mart which allowed investing in prop which in turn produced a continued income.

However, on the eve of Aarons sixteenth birthday Orlain had gone missing. She had left a note detailing her assets and banking company accounts 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 result, Aaron was alone from the age of sixteen. He had no extended family to turn to so he continued school and left at xviii and had been working various problem since then, working purley for the pleasance of routine, the money was n't needed.

Following his mother 's abandonment Aaron had gained weight. He did n't look after himself and good genes and a high metabolism were the solely thing keeping him from obesity. So, he was overweight.

Standing at 5'11 his fat was n't very obvious. He could easily shroud under layer and mark those into thinking he was slight but in world he was n't, and he hated it. Although his feelings towards his body were strong, he never could quite motivate himself to work out. He never had any reason to. If Aaron was brutally honest, he was a piddling socially awkward so did n't feel the motivation to be positive. Childhood trauma could do that to you.

For some understanding that morning was dissimilar. After the shower had washed away the remnant of the ambition that he now barely remembered, he felt energised ! Motivated almost. His thinker felt piercing, fresh, clearer. Usually his body just wanted to go and lay down and chill out but this clock time no. In fact, he thought smugly, he felt like going to the gym.

"The gym, am I kidding myself"Henry Louis Aaron muttered as he walked out of the shower. But as he passed his mirror he stopped. Looking down at himself for moment his oral cavity opened slightly. He'd lost weight. Not just a tiny bit ... a lot ! Like maybe 15 or 20 Lebanese pound. And was he taller ? Aaron stared at himself in the mirror for longer, in inviolable disbelief. He looked taller, slimmer and if he was n't mistaken, he'd definitely put more muscle on.

His mind suddenly flew back to his dream, a vague deja vu flavor. That could n't birth been true though, right ? He is not about to suddenly gain sexual powers. Shrugging his shoulder, Aaron got his stuff together and went to the gym, making sure to lease his drawstring shorts.

At the gym Aaron definitely noticed a change in his consistency. 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 secondment set of weights, his focused changed.

Like a dog catching a scent Aarons head whipped up. His olfactory organ was becoming increasingly good with the strong olfactory modality of sweet dearest. He looked around, trying to guess who decides to eat in the angle expanse, 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 dearest was coming directly from her. Aaron looked around, but apart from the occasional glance from the men in the area, nobody paid a good deal attention to her. She really was phenomenal. She was dirty blonde, with her hair tied in a practical ponytail. Wearing skin pixilated leggings and a mingy top, her perky B size white meat looked incredible. Her monotonic abdomen and toned bum made it obvious she was a habitue at the gym.

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

He tried to discount his growing hotness but it was hard. He kept lifting system of weights trying to cogitate of something else, but his brain kept wandering, getting even risky when he caught the girl sneaking a glance at him too. She had a cute smiling, but he could n't serve imagining himself bending her over the weight tabular array and having his way with her. Thinking this stream idea whilst looking at her, Aaron saw her gasp in surprisal and drop the dumbell she was just about to use.

No one took practically notice of her, but Henry Louis Aaron could tell she was definitely flustered, her face red not just from exertion. But that could n't have been him right ? She must just be feeling grisly or something. Nevertheless Aaron felt the motive to try again, being careful to cover his growing hard-on.

This time he waited until she had just got on the treadmill. Luckily the gym was n't very engaged and there was a justify stain near her. He walked over and climbed on, already cranking the dial and running at a upper that he never would've been able to wield before. Slowly he let his mind take in, 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 mind 's eye he imagined her getting horny, picturing what her panties would count like when they were wet. He imagined the feeling of hands running all over her body, caressing between her wooden leg and stroking her breasts. He could almost see the sensation in the girlfriend facial expression. He could n't believe he was doing this. He heard light gasps and pressed onward. Now imagining the feeling of a tongue, licking delicately between her legs, slowly but surely causation heart rate of ecstasy to travel throughout her torso. To add the cerise on top he pictured her heavily sensitive nipple rubbing against the fabric of her top, sending an acute gratifying whizz through her body.

Without warning Hank Aaron heard a low moan or grunt, followed by a expectant crash. He immediately stopped what he was doing and ran to the daughter, she had fallen from the treadmill, no dubiety because of his attention. Aaron could n't believe it ! The pipe dream was substantial ? !

"Oh tinker's damn, are you ok ?"Aaron asked in genuine care.

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

"Here, let me help you"At Aarons touch the fille gasped softly. She jerked and stared at him, her eyes burning with a deep luxuria. Aaron could clearly see her pap harden again and saw the wet patch between her pegleg noticeable against the grey fabric.

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

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

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

"Of course."Quite strange to ask a unknown to assist you to your cabinet, but who was Aaron to argue ? So he helped her to her feet and they began making their way to the lockers. Henry Louis Aaron did not fail to acknowledge how a lot she kept close to his body, nor how obvious she was faking her limp.

"I'm Aaron by the way"

"Jane. Nice to receive you, thanks so much for the supporter, not a lotta cat would've helped me up"

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

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

Aaron awkward metre flew up. He did not like the mind of going into the female changing rooms, but for some reason he felt that with his new found abilities, he might be ok. Plus the voltage of what could happen hurl circumspection 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'substructure went down to the ground and she walked slowly and seductively towards him, swinging her hips as she came.

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

By this full point she'd made it right in front of him. He stared into her lust filled eyes as he felt her hot breathing time near his neck opening.

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

"I. Want. This"She said, grabbing Aarons already firmly hawkshaw 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 shorts down as she went.

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

"sanctum red cent !"Henry Louis Aaron dick was huge ! This morning he was a shy 6 column inch, now he was a very very proud 9.

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

Jane covered him in her saliva before taking his head in her mouth and slowly moving downwards.

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

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

Aaron felt his climax edifice and quickly found a bench to hold onto as the wizard peaked. Just before it did however he had an idea. Focusing on Jane he imagined an orgasm, equal to the floor he was about to experience, crash into her as well. So Aaron let his sexual climax take him as he blew lode after warhead of hot thick semen into Jane, just as she herself experienced a Brobdingnagian orgasm swallowing his succus. Her knees buckled as she shook, threatening to throw them to the primer if she had not already been on her knees.

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

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

He switched his attention to Jane, volition her libido to empale to unprecedented heights as she ripped her clothes off, exposing no bra and a dilute lacy thong. The front of her panties were soaked but she did n't slay them, instead she grabbed Aarons dick and began rubbing it on herself. Moaning almost constantly now she ripped her thong to the side of meat and positioned the headspring at her entrance.

One finis flavor into Henry Louis Aaron eyes and she plunged herself down on his rock music hard penis. Immediately half of his pecker was encompassed by her hot wet wall. The tightness of her squeezing him as he entered. They paused for a second, Jane trying to get used to his sizing, before soldiering on. She pushed harder this clip, squeezing more and more than of his penis into her until finally Aaron bottoms out. A earth tremor ran through Jane as she squeaked, eyes rolling back for a second base.

Aaron seized this pause to seek her physical structure again. If sexual arousal and attractive force was estrus, Jane would be an incinerator. Her body was on fire with sexual vigor, and it was all directed at Aaron. He smiled wide.

For some reason Aaron's instincts told him she liked it hard and fast, he did n't sleep together where that came from but he was n't going to argue. Grabbing her hips he spun to lay her back on the terrace he was just sat on and began to fuck her. Sliding in and out harder and faster construction in rate. A rhythmic slap slap slap filled the air as their pelvis slammed together.

"OH GOD….YES….OH OH"Jane was barely in world. Her groan rose in tempo, each driving force eliciting a dead screech or grunt.

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

Aaron could feel she was nearing her sexual climax 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 tickle violently as her lip gaped spread in the most acute sexual experience. Her eyes rolled back into her foreland as her rear arched in delight. Henry Louis Aaron himself was experiencing something exactly the same, more hot ejaculate pumping into her as they both came simultaneously, over and over again until they passed out.

Henry Louis Aaron opened his eyes to find the flyspeck panting torso of Jane laying on his chest. They had obviously rolled over and she was nestled into his chest hair sound asleep. Not a lot time passed because he could still finger himself inside her. With a wet pop Aaron removed himself, the action at law stirring her awake.

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

"Oh shit, I'm so dismal, oh my god, you must reckon I'm such a slut, I never do that !"Her face was a mask of gross horror. She kept trying to pick up her clothes but in the cramped throne she could n't make sure items. Her anxiety was obvious.

"smell its okay. Do n't occupy. You are n't a slattern, we just had fun, I wo n't say anyone"Aaron searched her mentally, cooling her anxiety, replacing it with a feeling of contentment, making trusted 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 carrell for a moment, sat on the work bench, smiling like a cheshire cat.

"This, is gon na be great. ”