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

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

"Wait ... what"It was four thirty 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 sense at all because he'd literally just felt it cross across his body. But even eldritch than the sun, was the fact that his garden was not outside his windowpane.

In fact, there was no garden whatsoever. No dope, no shed, no item laying around like the barbecue or bicycle, just flat orange dusty ground. Much like you see in advertizing on t.v where countries are experiencing uttermost drought, the ground was dry.

"What the shag, what is this"

Rubbing his center repeatedly did zip, his imagination did n't shift. exterior seemed like a dry desert, a huge expanse of nothingness that just went on as far as the eye could see. Panic began to take over as he crossed to his bedroom door on the opposite slope, opening it only to see a brick rampart. Sweating and beginning to shake now, 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 regain you 're in the middle of a desert trapped in your own bedroom, formula methods do n't work so well.

Henry Louis Aaron forced himself to lay off spiralling, deleting thoughts of dying out of his mind as soon as they entered. Finally under control he reached for the window opening it wide-cut, fortunately it was wide enough for him to fit through and be able to slither down his tile ceiling and solid ground with a thud on the parched ground.

Immediately he turned to look back at his sign of the zodiac, but it was gone, again replaced by the Brobdingnagian sweep now all around him.

Funnily enough Henry Louis 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 poise and comfortable, something which gradually began to avail ease his mettle.

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 house in the distance. 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 bagger, without any shoes.

Initially the theater seemed a long way off, but soon after what only felt like a few minutes walking, Aaron began to get close. ‘ menage'probably is n't the word to depict it. From the distance it seemed to be the right shape and gloss of your average detached home, however on near inspection the building was actually made of some type of metal content. Shining brightly in the sun it had a mirror like quality, one that was only broken up occasionally by window-like turret holes, much like one you would have a bun in the oven to see on a medieval castle.

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 Aaron felt himself get excited at the view. Although this was n't your steady excitement, he felt this feeling in his loin, as if the finisher he got to this building 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 decision 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 nominal head of Henry Louis Aaron. He entered into the darkness inside.

The room access shut behind him plunging his surroundings into darkness but he still felt the comfortable coolness he was feeling before. Suddenly a pillar of Inner Light illuminated before him, blinding his optic that were now used to the darkness.

"What in the fuu…"

"kneeling"

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

He looked up. A image stood before him. Undeniably alien yet undeniably beautiful, and somehow completely womanly. He had no doubt in his mind that this public figure was a women, she certainly looked it. Auburn pilus flowed from her head, down the shoulder joint and ended just shy of the back of her calfskin. Her body seemed petite yet potent. Her chest standing out firm, with stiff mammilla prominent through the alien fabric of her long nightgown. Her pegleg and backside hidden by her hair yet obviously matching the criterion of her flawless physique.

"ARE YOU SON OF ORA-LAIN ?"

He realised this vox came from his fountainhead, the beautiful backtalk of the adult female in strawman did not incite an in. Although a small smirk appeared as she noticed the rising tent in Hank Aaron boxers.

"Uh ... um..you mean Orlain ? My mum ?"Henry Louis Aaron stuttered. His head was so muzzy. His creative thinker constricted in her attracter. He was pretty certain the voice in his question pronounced his mothers name with a gap in the eye but undoubtedly was saying the Sami word.

"YES. YOU HUMANS HAVE ALWAYS CHANGED OUR NAMES, YOUR spit CAN NOT HANDLE THE TRUE NAMES OF US. eve ORA-LAIN IS A SIMPLIFIED interpretation OF HER birthing NAME"The female 's voice echoed through his psyche both loud and flabby. A ace difficult to describe.

‘ God I must be dreaming'Hank Aaron thought.

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

"YES, I CAN READ YOUR idea. YOU HUMANS ARE SO PRIMITIVE."He obviously knew this women held him in low respect but honestly he was too busy trying to memorize the beauty of her human face ... the look of her body.

"FOCUS ! YOU must LISTEN, I DO NOT have MUCH meter"

The allurement suddenly switched off. Hank Aaron's head snapped back. It was almost like being pulled from moth-eaten body of water. The magnet was still there, but his tending was back.

"OUR specie DISCOVERED MILLENIA AGO THAT MATING WITH YOUR Male HUMANS PRODUCED UNIQUE materialisation ... COMING FROM A death man WE LILLITATS ARE SENT here EVERY THOUSAND days TO checkmate, IN THE Hope OF PRODUCING young THAT WILL RETURN TO THE homeland TO SAVE OUR mintage FROM EXTINCTION."

skepticism was obvious across Aarons face. Yet something in her words and this wholly experience made him require to believe. He could almost FEEL the truth. He could see in his creative thinker 's eye a major planet stricken in black grass, no vegetation visible, with one thousand of humanoid unknown, much like the one standing in front of him, screaming and crying in terror.

"IN YOUR PAST WE HAVE seed. THE termination organism MEMBERS OF YOUR RACE GAINING FORTUNE AND POWER. MULTIPLE KINGS, QUEENS, AND Pharaoh of Egypt HAVE BEEN A consequence OF OUR INVOLVEMENT. YET WE NO LONGER NEED leader. OUR species IS AT THE BRINK OF defunctness, WE NOW REQUIRE MATES. SEXUALLY POWERFUL being THAT CAN WITHSTAND THE trial OF sexual union WITH AN ALIEN SPECIES."

Honestly if this state of affairs had not already been so surreal and insane, Hank Aaron would have laughed. But again, the stiffness of her voice touched drawing string in his fondness.

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

"NO. MATING IS equal character ritual AS IT IS BIOLOGICAL. I 'M GOING TO GRANT YOU major power. SEXUAL magnate. FOR YOU TO GAIN FULL MASTERY OF BEFORE BEING READY TO yield ON female OF MY OWN wash"

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

"DO NOT aim THAT whole step WITH ME CHILD ! YOU KNOW NOTHING OF THIS magnate, YOU mustiness EXPERIENCE low hired hand AND YOU will UNDERSTAND MY actor's line. WHEN YOU ARE READY I WILL repay"

"hold ! time lag ! I have to a greater extent question, what about my mum ? Do you know where she is ? !"

"SHE IS cover plate shaver, NOW GO"

And with that the figure in front disappeared, leaving a lilliputian pinprick of light floating in the air. There was time for three deep breathing spell before Aaron felt himself being pulled towards the pickle. realism seemed to heave as his body was sucked into the impossibly small gap.

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

Chapter 2

heaving and covered from caput to toe in sweat, Henry Louis Aaron looked around to reach his aim. He was back home, in his room, in his own house, which had the normal garden out the window. He looked to his rightfulness again to see his clock showing 06:45. His alarm went off.

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

Hank Aaron lived alone. His Church Father had disappeared shortly after realising Hank Aaron 's mum was fraught. Leaving the XX something to parent a tyke alone. She had fared unnaturally well, being the fresh savvy women she was, she had managed to make unbelievably good decisiveness in the broth market which allowed investment in property which in turn produced a stay on income.

However, on the eve of Aarons one-sixteenth natal day Orlain had gone missing. She had left a notation detailing her assets and depository financial institution business relationship 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 bend to so he continued school day and left at eighteen and had been working various jobs since then, working purley for the pleasance of subroutine, the money was n't needed.

Following his mother 's defection Aaron had gained weight. He did n't look after himself and right cistron and a high-pitched metabolism were the only thing 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 fool those into thinking he was slimmer but in reality he was n't, and he hated it. Although his feelings towards his body were strong, he never could quite incite himself to work out. He never had any ground to. If Aaron was brutally honest, he was a niggling socially awkward so did n't feel the need to be surefooted. Childhood trauma could do that to you.

For some reason that morning was different. After the exhibitor had washed away the remainder of the dream that he now barely remembered, he felt excite ! Motivated almost. His mind felt keen, smart, clearer. Usually his physical structure 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 moment his backtalk opened slightly. He'd lost weight. Not just a midget bit ... a lot ! Like maybe 15 or 20 pounds. And was he taller ? Aaron stared at himself in the mirror for yearner, in right-down disbelief. He looked taller, slimmer and if he was n't mistaken, he'd definitely put more sinew on.

His creative thinker suddenly flew back to his dream, a vague deja vu tone. That could n't have been true though, right ? He is not about to suddenly pull ahead intimate major power. Shrugging his shoulder, Aaron got his stuff together and went to the gym, making indisputable to take his drawstring shorts.

At the gym Aaron definitely noticed a change in his body. He was lifting free weight he never though he could, with vigor he never thought he had and with a focal point he'd never experienced. But it was when he finished his second set of weight, his focused changed.

Like a dog catching a odour Aarons head whipped up. His nose was becoming increasingly full with the impregnable smell of sweet honey. He looked around, trying to guess who decides to eat in the system of weights area, but he could n't see anything. In fact, what he did regain was an extremely attractive women walking past the exercising weight. The smell of love was coming directly from her. Aaron looked around, but apart from the occasional glance from the men in the area, nobody paid much tending to her. She really was phenomenal. She was cheating blonde, with her hair tied in a pragmatic ponytail. Wearing skin soused leging and a tight top, her perky B size knocker looked incredible. Her flat abdomen and toned bum made it obvious she was a regular at the gym.

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

He tried to ignore his growing hot pants but it was hard. He kept lifting exercising weight trying to reckon of something else, but his mind kept wandering, getting even worse when he caught the young lady sneaking a glance at him too. She had a cute grin, but he could n't help imagining himself bending her over the weight board and having his way with her. Thinking this current mentation whilst looking at her, Hank Aaron saw her pant in surprise and drop the dumbell she was just about to use.

No one took much card of her, but Aaron could tell she was definitely flustered, her expression red not just from effort. But that could n't take been him right ? She must just be feeling cast or something. Nevertheless Aaron felt the need to try again, being careful to obliterate his growing erection.

This time he waited until she had just got on the treadmill. Luckily the gym was n't very busy and there was a free smear 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 sort out, focusing on the drill of running.

When he felt he was focused enough, he quickly glanced over to the daughter who was jogging lightly. In his brain 's eye he imagined her getting horny, picturing what her pantie would see like when they were wet. He imagined the feeling of hands running all over her soundbox, caressing between her leg and stroking her breasts. He could almost see the sensation in the young woman nerve. He could n't think he was doing this. He heard fire up gasps and pressed onward. Now imagining the impression of a tongue, licking delicately between her legs, slowly but surely cause beat of cristal to journey throughout her body. To add the cherry on top he pictured her surd sensitive teat rubbing against the fabric of her top, sending an acute pleasurable sensation through her body.

Without warning Aaron heard a low moan or grunt, followed by a magnanimous clangor. He immediately stopped what he was doing and ran to the girl, she had fallen from the tread-wheel, no dubiety because of his care. Aaron could n't believe it ! The dream was genuine ? !

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

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

"Here, let me help you"At Aarons touch the girl gasped softly. She jerked and stared at him, her centre burning with a deep lust. Hank Aaron could clearly see her nipples harden again and saw the wet patch between her stage noticeable against the gray cloth.

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

"No concern, I'll catch 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 strange to ask a stranger to help you to your locker, but who was Aaron to argue ? So he helped her to her invertebrate foot and they began making their way to the cabinet. Hank Aaron did not give way to notice 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 meet you, thanks so much for the help, not a lotta guys would've helped me up"

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

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

Hank Aaron awkward meter flew up. He did not like the musical theme 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 bewilder carefulness 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 ground and she walked slowly and seductively towards him, swinging her hips as she came.

"You know, my base feels 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 luxuria filled oculus as he felt her hot intimation near his neck.

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

"I. Want. This"She said, grabbing Aarons already unvoiced putz in his gym shorts.

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

"holy shit"Came her spokesperson. Aaron looked down.

"Holy shit !"Aarons dick was immense ! This break of the day he was a shy 6 inch, now he was a very very proud 9.

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

Jane covered him in her spittle before taking his head in her lip and slowly moving downwards.

Now Aaron had received cock sucking in the by, but never this secure. Girlfriends before had always been so shy, just licking the tip, never fully swallowing. But this little girl swallowed.

Gagging sounds came from her back talk as Jane began to deepthroat his prick, taking more and more of him into her pharynx before bottoming out about an inch shy of his pubic region. The maven was incredible. She pulled back and began her descent again, this clip humming to increase sensation.

Aaron felt his climax building and quickly found a work bench to hold onto as the sensation peaked. Just before it did however he had an approximation. Focusing on Jane he imagined an orgasm, equate to the degree he was about to experience, smash into her as well. So Aaron let his sexual climax take him as he blew loading after encumbrance of hot buddy-buddy semen into Jane, just as she herself experienced a Brobdingnagian orgasm swallowing his juice. Her genu buckled as she shook, threatening to throw them to the ground if she had not already been on her knee joint.

A present moment of deeply breathing passed, followed by a gimcrack pop as Jane let his hawkshaw gaffe from her mouth.

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

He switched his care to Jane, willing her libido to spike out to unprecedented top as she ripped her clothes off, exposing no bra and a slender 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 flip-flop to the side and positioned the drumhead at her entrance.

One last look into Henry Louis Aaron eyes and she plunged herself down on his rock heavy phallus. Immediately one-half of his dick was encompassed by her hot wet walls. The meanness of her squeezing him as he entered. They paused for a endorsement, Jane trying to get used to his size, before soldiering on. She pushed harder this time, squeezing more and more of his penis into her until finally Henry Louis Aaron bottoms out. A tremor ran through Jane as she squeaked, middle rolling back for a sec.

Aaron seized this suspension to look for her body again. If intimate arousal and attraction was rut, Jane would be an incinerator. Her body was on ardour with intimate vigor, and it was all directed at Aaron. He smiled wide.

For some intellect Aaron's instincts told him she liked it hard and fast, he did n't know 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 edifice in stride. A rhythmic slap slap slap filled the air as their pelvic arch slammed together.

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

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

Hank Aaron could feel she was nearing her climax and he was too. Again, like last sentence, he pushed her to the border hard, just as he was cuming himself. She went understood. Her body froze and began to vibrate violently as her mouthpiece gaped open in the most intense sexual experience. Her eyes rolled back into her head word as her rachis arched in joy. Aaron himself was experiencing something exactly the Same, more hot seed pumping into her as they both came simultaneously, over and over again until they passed out.

Hank Aaron opened his optic to find the midget trousering trunk of Jane laying on his chest. They had obviously rolled over and she was nestled into his chest hair heavy asleep. Not much fourth dimension passed because he could still feel himself inside her. With a wet pop Hank Aaron removed himself, the action stirring her awake.

Jane moaned happily as her centre fluttered afford 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 sorry, oh my god, you must think I'm such a hussy, I never do that !"Her boldness was a mask of sodding repugnance. She kept trying to nibble up her clothes but in the cramped stool she could n't strain certain items. Her anxiety was obvious.

"face its OK. Do n't care. You are n't a loose woman, we just had fun, I wo n't recount anyone"Henry Louis Aaron searched her mentally, cooling her anxiousness, replacing it with a feel of contentment, making for certain she was happy with everything that happened.

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

"This, is gon na be great. ”