Aaron felt the sun before he saw it. Laying in bed he could find the rising warmth traveling slowly up his physical structure until, irritatingly, it reached his face, forcing him to open his eye.

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

"Wait ... what"It was four thirty in the morning time, 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 make any sense 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 bicycles, just flat orange dusty ground. Much like you see in ad on t.v where body politic are experiencing extreme drouth, the ground was dry.

"What the fuck, what is this"

Rubbing his optic repeatedly did nothing, his vision did n't commute. outside seemed like a dry desert, a huge expanse of nothingness that just went on as far as the eye could see. Panic began to rent over as he crossed to his bedroom door on the reverse side, opening it only to line up a brick bulwark. Sweating and beginning to shake now, Hank Aaron forced himself to calm down. Taking five arcminute like this usually calmed him down completely, but when you've woken up to find oneself you 're in the centre of a desert trapped in your own bedroom, normal methods do n't work so well.

Hank Aaron forced himself to stop spiralling, deleting thoughts 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 enough for him to fit through and be able to slither down his tiled cap and soil with a thump on the parched ground.

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

Funnily enough Henry Louis Aaron did not feel the heat he was expecting to. Looking up at the sun and judgement by the solid ground around him, he should definitely be burning up right now but he felt strangely nerveless and comfortable, something which gradually began to help still his nerves.

He must be dreaming. He must be dreaming. He had to be dreaming. That became his mantra as he continued to scan the celestial horizon before seeing what he thought was a star sign in the space. Shrugging his shoulders he started to make his way towards it. As he walked he repeated his mantra, trying not to focus on the fact that he was only wearing boxer, without any shoes.

Initially the house seemed a long way off, but soon after what only felt like a few minutes walking, Aaron began to get close. ‘ theater'probably is n't the word to discover it. From the distance it seemed to be the right Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe and gloss of your average detached home, however on closer review the building was actually made of some type of metallic substance. Shining brightly in the sun it had a mirror like quality, one that was only broken up occasionally by window-like gun enclosure holes, much like single you would carry to see on a medieval castle.

Hank 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 intuitive feeling in his loins, as if the closer he got to this construction or whatever was inside, the hornier he became. Now, Hank Aaron was 21 and he'd like to think that he was old enough to not let his penis decree his conclusion but he also kept telling himself he's dreaming, so why not ?

Almost as soon as this thought came into his forefront, a doorway opened in the mirror-like surface of the building directly in front of Hank Aaron. He entered into the shadow inside.

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

"What in the fuu…"

"KNEEL"

Aaron threw himself to the base. It was as if someone had tied ropes to both his articulatio genus and yanked hard on them, driving him downwards.

He looked up. A trope stood before him. Undeniably alien yet undeniably beautiful, and somehow completely womanly. He had no doubt in his judgement that this fig was a women, she certainly looked it. Auburn tomentum flowed from her capitulum, down the shoulder and ended just shy of the back of her sura. Her trunk seemed petite yet powerful. Her breasts standing out firm, with stiff nipples prominent through the alien fabric of her foresighted scrubs. Her pegleg and backside hidden by her hair yet obviously matching the standard of her flawless soma.

"ARE YOU SON OF ORA-LAIN ?"

He realised this voice came from his head, the beautiful mouth of the char in front did not move an column inch. Although a small smirk appeared as she noticed the rising tent in Aarons boxers.

"Uh ... um..you mean Orlain ? My mum ?"Aaron stuttered. His head was so fogged. His mind constricted in her attractiveness. He was pretty sure as shooting the phonation in his head pronounced his mothers name with a gap in the centre but undoubtedly was saying the same word.

"YES. YOU HUMANS HAVE ALWAYS CHANGED OUR NAMES, YOUR TONGUE CAN NOT HANDLE THE TRUE name calling OF US. eve ORA-LAIN IS A SIMPLIFIED version OF HER nascence NAME"The female 's voice echoed through his judgement both loud and soft. A sensory faculty difficult to describe.

‘ God I must be dreaming'Aaron thought.

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

"YES, I CAN read YOUR mentation. YOU humanity ARE SO PRIMITIVE."He obviously knew this adult female held him in low respect but honestly he was too meddling trying to memorize the dish of her face ... the smell of her body.

"direction ! YOU must LISTEN, I DO NOT own MUCH TIME"

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

"OUR SPECIES DISCOVERED MILLENIA AGO THAT MATING WITH YOUR MALE humanity PRODUCED UNIQUE OFFSPRING ... COMING FROM A DYING WORLD WE LILLITATS ARE SENT HERE EVERY THOUSAND twelvemonth TO MATE, IN THE promise OF PRODUCING offspring THAT WILL paying back TO THE HOMELAND TO SAVE OUR metal money FROM EXTINCTION."

Disbelief was obvious across Hank Aaron facial expression. Yet something in her parole and this all experience made him want to believe. He could almost feel the the true. He could see in his intellect 's eye a planet stricken in black smoke, no vegetation visible, with thousands of mechanical man foreigner, much like the one standing in front of him, screaming and crying in terror.

"IN YOUR PAST WE HAVE COME. THE resolution BEING member OF YOUR subspecies GAINING FORTUNE AND force. MULTIPLE KINGS, queen, AND PHARAOHS have BEEN A effect OF OUR INVOLVEMENT. YET WE NO longer indigence leadership. OUR specie IS AT THE brink OF extermination, WE NOW REQUIRE MATES. SEXUALLY POWERFUL BEINGS THAT CAN WITHSTAND THE TRIALS OF coupling WITH AN ALIEN SPECIES."

Honestly if this position had not already been so surreal and insane, Aaron would cause laughed. But again, the hardship of her voice touched strings in his center.

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

"NO. MATING IS EQUAL piece ritual AS IT IS BIOLOGICAL. I 'M GOING TO GRANT YOU superpower. SEXUAL force. FOR YOU TO addition FULL MASTERY OF BEFORE BEING READY TO TAKE ON FEMALES OF MY OWN slipstream"

"Power ? You mean like judgment control ... you must be fucking with me"Hank Aaron thought back aggressively.

"DO NOT TAKE THAT musical note WITH ME small fry ! YOU KNOW NOTHING OF THIS mightiness, YOU MUST EXPERIENCE outset HAND AND YOU testament UNDERSTAND MY tidings. WHEN YOU ARE READY I WILL regress"

"Wait ! time lag ! I have more interrogation, what about my mum ? Do you sleep together where she is ? !"

"SHE IS BACK nursing home CHILD, NOW GO"

And with that the human body in front disappeared, leaving a bantam pinprick of light floating in the air. There was time for three bass breaths before Aaron felt himself being pulled towards the yap. realness seemed to distort as his body was sucked into the impossibly pocket-sized gap.

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

Chapter 2

heaving and covered from read/write head to toe in swither, Aaron looked around to acquire his charge. He was back home plate, in his room, in his own house, which had the rule garden out the window. He looked to his right again to see his clock showing 06:45. His consternation went off.

Turning it off he sat for a consequence quietly. Then he started to express mirth. That was crazy ! What a dream ! He could n't believe that he almost thought that was tangible. He laughed more as he climbed from bed to lead down to the shower.

Aaron lived alone. His father had disappeared shortly after realising Aaron 's mum was significant. Leaving the 20 something to elicit a child alone. She had fared unnaturally well, being the smart savvy woman she was, she had managed to make unbelievably secure decisions in the stock grocery store which allowed investing in property which in spell produced a keep income.

However, on the eve of Aarons one-sixteenth natal day Orlain had gone missing. She had left a bill detailing her assets and bank score be left to her son along with all of her self-command. 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 sixteen. He had no extended family to move around to so he continued school and left at eighteen and had been working various jobs since then, working purley for the pleasure 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 sole matter keeping him from obesity. So, he was overweight.

Standing at 5'11 his fat was n't very obvious. He could easily cover under level and motley fool those into thinking he was slimmer but in realism he was n't, and he hated it. Although his impression towards his body were strong, he never could quite motivate himself to mould out. He never had any reason to. If Aaron was brutally dependable, he was a small socially awkward so did n't feel the need to be confident. Childhood trauma could do that to you.

For some reasonableness that daybreak was unlike. After the shower bath had washed away the remnant of the dream that he now barely remembered, he felt energised ! Motivated almost. His mind felt keen, voguish, clearer. Usually his body just wanted to go and lay down and cool out but this time no. In fact, he thought smugly, he felt like going to the gym.

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

His mind suddenly flew back to his dream, a wispy deja vu feeling. That could n't have been dead on target though, right ? He is not about to suddenly gain sexual powers. Shrugging his shoulders, Hank Aaron got his clobber together and went to the gym, making certainly to take his drawstring shorts.

At the gym Aaron definitely noticed a change in his body. He was lifting weighting 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 weight unit, his focused changed.

Like a dog catching a odourise Henry Louis Aaron head whipped up. His olfactory organ was becoming increasingly full with the firm smell of sweet dear. He looked around, trying to estimate who decides to eat in the weight area, but he could n't see anything. In fact, what he did find was an extremely attractive fair sex walking past the weights. The smell of honey was coming directly from her. Hank Aaron looked around, but apart from the occasional glance from the men in the arena, nonentity paid much attention to her. She really was phenomenal. She was contaminating blonde, with her hair tied in a practical ponytail. Wearing skin soused leggings and a tight top, her perky B size breast looked incredible. Her vapid stomach and toned bum made it obvious she was a regular at the gym.

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

He tried to ignore his growing horniness but it was hard. He kept lifting weights trying to call back of something else, but his psyche kept vagabondage, getting even regretful when he caught the young lady sneaking a glimpse at him too. She had a cute smile, but he could n't assist imagining himself bending her over the weight table and having his way with her. Thinking this electric current sentiment whilst looking at her, Aaron saw her gasp in surprisal and drop the dumbell she was just about to use.

No one took much observation of her, but Aaron could secern she was definitely perturbed, her face red not just from exertion. But that could n't make been him right ? She must just be feeling sick or something. Nevertheless Aaron felt the need to try again, being thrifty to hide out his growing hard-on.

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

When he felt he was focused enough, he quickly glanced over to the fille who was jogging lightly. In his mind 's eye he imagined her getting horny, picturing what her pantie would look like when they were wet. He imagined the feel of custody running all over her physical structure, caressing between her legs and stroking her boob. He could almost see the wiz in the girls look. He could n't consider he was doing this. He heard light gasps and pressed onward. Now imagining the feeling of a tongue, licking delicately between her leg, slowly but surely causing pulsing of ecstasy to travel throughout her trunk. To add the cherry on top he pictured her severe raw tit rubbing against the textile of her top, sending an intense pleasurable star through her consistency.

Without warning Aaron heard a low moan or grunt, followed by a prominent crash. He immediately stopped what he was doing and ran to the girl, she had fallen from the treadmill, no question because of his attention. Henry Louis Aaron could n't believe it ! The dream was real ? !

"Oh shit, 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 lady friend replied in a British people accent. She looked very embarrassed.

"Here, let me help you"At Henry Louis Aaron touch the girl gasped softly. She jerked and stared at him, her centre burning with a deep lust. Aaron could clearly see her nipples harden again and saw the wet speckle between her legs detectable against the Lady Jane Grey framework.

"Um ... thanks"Her interpreter had changed, becoming slightly more Eskimo dog"I think I 've hurt my leg, I 've got a bit of muscle nebuliser in my bag though."

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

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

"Of course."Quite foreign to ask a stranger to help you to your cabinet, but who was Aaron to contend ? So he helped her to her metrical unit and they began making their way to the locker. Aaron did not fail to acknowledge how much she kept close to his body, nor how obvious she was faking her limp.

"I'm Aaron by the way"

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

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

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

Hank Aaron awkward meter 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 potential of what could happen hold forethought out the window.

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

Jane stopped in front of him and turned around. Her ‘ injured'pes went down to the footing 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 kind, could you give way me something else ?"

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

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

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

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

"holy place shit"Came her articulation. Aaron looked down.

"Holy turd !"Aarons dick was Brobdingnagian ! This forenoon he was a shy 6 inch, now he was a very very majestic 9.

His smile was huge as Jane began to cream him from top to bottom. Locked inside one of the carrel, Aaron felt it safe to let out a lowly 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. girlfriend 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 putz, taking Thomas More and Thomas More of him into her throat before bottoming out about an inch shy of his pubes. The superstar 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 Bench to check onto as the sensation peaked. Just before it did however he had an theme. Focusing on Jane he imagined an climax, equal to the storey he was about to experience, smash into her as well. So Henry Louis Aaron let his sexual climax take him as he blew load after incumbrance of hot boneheaded semen into Jane, just as she herself experienced a immense sexual climax swallowing his juice. Her knee buckled as she shook, threatening to throw them to the ground if she had not already been on her knees.

A minute of deep breathing passed, followed by a brassy pop as Jane let his dick slip from her mouth.

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

He switched his attention to Jane, willing her libido to spike out to unprecedented tallness as she ripped her clothes off, exposing no bra and a thin lacy thong. The front of her panties were soaked but she did n't remove them, instead she grabbed Aarons dick and began rubbing it on herself. Moaning almost constantly now she ripped her G-string to the English and positioned the caput at her entrance.

One utmost flavour into Aarons eyes and she plunged herself down on his careen operose penis. Immediately 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 clip, squeezing more and to a greater extent of his penis into her until finally Henry Louis Aaron bottoms out. A tremor ran through Jane as she squeaked, eyes rolling back for a bit.

Aaron seized this break to look her body again. If sexual stimulation and attraction was heat, Jane would be an incinerator. Her body was on fervor with intimate vim, and it was all directed at Aaron. He smiled wide.

For some cause Aaron's inherent aptitude told him she liked it operose and fast, he did n't have sex where that came from but he was n't going to argue. Grabbing her coxa he spun to lay her back on the judiciary he was just sat on and began to fuck her. Sliding in and out harder and faster edifice in pace. A rhythmic slap slap slap filled the air as their pelvic arch slammed together.

"OH GOD….YES….OH OH"Jane was barely in world. Her moan rose in pacing, each thrust eliciting a dead screech or grunt.

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

Henry Louis Aaron could feel she was nearing her flood tide and he was too. Again, like last time, he pushed her to the edge hard, just as he was cuming himself. She went silent. Her physical structure froze and began to vacillate violently as her mouth gaped open in the most intense intimate experience. Her eye rolled back into her head as her dorsum arched in pleasure. 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.

Hank Aaron opened his eyes to find the flyspeck panting consistence of Jane laying on his pectus. They had obviously rolled over and she was nestled into his chest of drawers hair effectual asleep. Not much metre passed because he could still feel himself inside her. With a wet pop Aaron removed himself, the activity stirring her awake.

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

"Oh doodly-squat, I'm so drear, oh my god, you must call back I'm such a strumpet, I never do that !"Her face was a mask of pure repulsion. She kept trying to foot up her dress but in the cramped fecal matter she could n't reach certain token. Her anxiety was obvious.

"Look its okeh. Do n't worry. You are n't a strumpet, we just had fun, I wo n't secernate 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 cubicle first, coughing loudly as a sign that the coast was exonerated before disappearing. Aaron stayed in the cubicle for a consequence, sat on the work bench, smiling like a cheshire cat.

"This, is gon na be great. ”