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 facial expression, forcing him to open his center.

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

"Wait ... what"It was four XXX in the dayspring, 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 good 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 windowpane.

In fact, there was no garden whatsoever. No grass, no shed, no token laying around like the barbeque or bike, just flat orange stale basis. a great deal like you see in ad on t.v where countries are experiencing extreme point drought, the solid ground was dry.

"What the fucking, what is this"

Rubbing his eyes repeatedly did naught, his imagination did n't vary. outside seemed like a dry desert, a vast area of malarky that just went on as far as the eye could see. Panic began to take over as he crossed to his sleeping accommodation door on the diametrical face, opening it only to find a brick wall. Sweating and beginning to stir now, Henry Louis Aaron forced himself to calm down. Taking five transactions like this usually calmed him down completely, but when you've woken up to find you 're in the middle of a desert trapped in your own chamber, normal methods do n't figure out so well.

Henry Louis Aaron forced himself to stop spiralling, deleting thought process of dying out of his thinker as soon as they entered. Finally under command he reached for the windowpane opening it wide, luckily it was wide enough for him to fit through and be capable to slew down his tiled cap and state with a clunk on the parched ground.

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

Funnily enough Hank Aaron did not feel the hotness he was expecting to. Looking up at the sun and judging by the ground around him, he should definitely be burning up right now but he felt strangely cool and well-off, something which gradually began to help oneself ease 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 horizon before seeing what he thought was a house in the distance. Shrugging his shoulder joint he started to pee his way towards it. As he walked he repeated his mantra, trying not to pore on the fact that he was only wearing boxers, without any shoes.

Initially the firm seemed a farsighted way off, but soon after what only felt like a few transactions walking, Aaron began to get close. ‘ House'probably is n't the Holy Writ to discover it. From the distance it seemed to be the mighty condition and coloring material of your average detached family, however on tight inspection the edifice was actually made of some case of metal substance. Shining brightly in the sun it had a mirror like quality, one that was only broken up occasionally by window-like turrets holes, often like ones you would ask to see on a knightly castle.

Aaron stood before the social 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 idea. Although this was n't your unconstipated excitement, he felt this feeling in his loins, as if the closer 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 phallus rule his conclusion but he also kept telling himself he's dream, so why not ?

Almost as soon as this thought came into his head, a doorway opened in the mirror-like surface of the edifice directly in straw man of Aaron. He entered into the darkness inside.

The doorway shut behind him plunging his surroundings into dark but he still felt the comfortable imperturbableness he was feeling before. Suddenly a pillar of luminousness illuminated before him, blinding his eyes that were now used to the darkness.

"What in the fuu…"

"kneeling"

Hank Aaron threw himself to the floor. It was as if person had tied ropes to both his knees and yanked hard on them, driving him downwards.

He looked up. A chassis stood before him. Undeniably disaffect yet undeniably beautiful, and somehow completely feminine. He had no dubiety in his mind that this flesh was a women, she certainly looked it. Auburn hair's-breadth flowed from her head, down the articulatio humeri and ended just shy of the back of her calves. Her organic structure seemed petite yet powerful. Her titty standing out house, with unattackable pap prominent through the unknown material of her long night-robe. Her legs and backside hidden by her hair yet obviously matching the monetary standard of her flawless physique.

"ARE YOU SON OF ORA-LAIN ?"

He realised this vocalisation came from his promontory, the beautiful mouthpiece of the woman in front did not affect an inch. Although a small smirk appeared as she noticed the rising tent in Aarons boxers.

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

"YES. YOU HUMANS HAVE ALWAYS CHANGED OUR public figure, YOUR natural language CAN NOT HANDLE THE TRUE name OF US. evening ORA-LAIN IS A SIMPLIFIED VERSION OF HER nascency gens"The female 's voice echoed through his intellect both loud and soft. A sentience difficult to describe.

‘ God I must be dreaming'Aaron thought.

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

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

"focusing ! YOU MUST LISTEN, I DO NOT induce MUCH TIME"

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

"OUR coinage DISCOVERED MILLENIA AGO THAT MATING WITH YOUR MALE humanity PRODUCED UNIQUE OFFSPRING ... COMING FROM A DYING human race WE LILLITATS ARE SENT Here EVERY THOUSAND age TO MATE, IN THE HOPE OF PRODUCING young THAT WILL RETURN TO THE HOMELAND TO SAVE OUR specie FROM EXTINCTION."

Disbelief was obvious across Aarons face. Yet something in her Son and this unit experience made him want to trust. He could almost FEEL the true statement. He could see in his thinker 's eye a planet stricken in pitch-black smoke, no vegetation visible, with 1000 of humanoid noncitizen, much like the one standing in front of him, screaming and crying in little terror.

"IN YOUR yesteryear WE wealthy person COME. THE RESULT organism MEMBERS OF YOUR wash GAINING lot AND power. MULTIPLE mogul, pouf, AND PHARAOHS HAVE BEEN A RESULT OF OUR INVOLVEMENT. YET WE NO LONGER NEED leadership. OUR coinage IS AT THE BRINK OF extinguishing, WE NOW REQUIRE checkmate. SEXUALLY POWERFUL BEINGS THAT CAN WITHSTAND THE trial OF MATING WITH AN ALIEN SPECIES."

Honestly if this state of affairs had not already been so phantasmagoric and insane, Henry Louis Aaron would bear laughed. But again, the inclemency of her vocalization touched strings in his affection.

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

"NO. MATING IS EQUAL component part RITUAL AS IT IS BIOLOGICAL. I 'M GOING TO assignment YOU POWER. SEXUAL powerfulness. FOR YOU TO GAIN FULL mastery OF BEFORE existence READY TO TAKE ON female OF MY OWN RACE"

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

"DO NOT TAKE THAT whole step WITH ME CHILD ! YOU KNOW NOTHING OF THIS king, YOU must EXPERIENCE FIRST HAND AND YOU WILL UNDERSTAND MY WORDS. WHEN YOU ARE READY I WILL rejoin"

"Wait ! postponement ! I have more enquiry, what about my mum ? Do you cognise where she is ? !"

"SHE IS back dwelling house CHILD, NOW GO"

And with that the public figure in presence disappeared, leaving a bantam pinprick of tripping floating in the air. There was time for three oceanic abyss breaths before Aaron felt himself being pulled towards the hole. realness seemed to warp 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

trousering and covered from head to toe in travail, Aaron looked around to realize his mien. He was back place, in his elbow room, in his own household, which had the convention garden out the window. He looked to his right hand again to see his clock showing 06:45. His alarm system went off.

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

Hank Aaron lived alone. His Padre had disappeared shortly after realising Aaron 's mum was pregnant. Leaving the twenty something to stir a child alone. She had fared unnaturally well, being the smart understanding women she was, she had managed to make unbelievably dear conclusion in the stock securities industry which allowed investment in place which in spell produced a keep income.

However, on the eve of Aarons 16th birthday Orlain had gone missing. She had left a bank bill detailing her asset and bank story 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 issue, Hank Aaron was alone from the age of 16. He had no extended mob to sprain to so he continued school day and left at xviii and had been working various jobs since then, working purley for the delight of turn, the money was n't needed.

Following his mother 's forsaking Henry Louis Aaron had gained weight. He did n't look after himself and good genes and a richly metabolism were the only matter keeping him from obesity. So, he was overweight.

Standing at 5'11 his fat was n't very obvious. He could easily hide under layers and tomfool those into thinking he was slimmer but in reality he was n't, and he hated it. Although his feelings towards his physical structure were secure, he never could quite motivate himself to work out out. He never had any reason to. If Aaron was brutally honorable, he was a little socially awkward so did n't feel the need to be confident. Childhood hurt could do that to you.

For some reason that morning was dissimilar. After the shower had washed away the oddment of the dream that he now barely remembered, he felt energised ! Motivated almost. His mind felt keen, overbold, clearer. Usually his physical structure just wanted to go and lay down and chill out but this prison term 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 exhibitioner. But as he passed his mirror he stopped. Looking down at himself for moment his back talk opened slightly. He'd lost free weight. Not just a flyspeck bit ... a lot ! Like maybe 15 or 20 Egyptian pound. And was he taller ? 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 brawn on.

His mind suddenly flew back to his aspiration, a vague deja vu feeling. That could n't have been true though, right ? He is not about to suddenly clear sexual might. Shrugging his berm, Hank Aaron got his stuff together and went to the gym, making certain to submit his drawstring boxershorts.

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

Like a dog catching a scent Aarons nous whipped up. His nose was becoming increasingly full with the strong odor of sweet-scented honey. He looked around, trying to infer who decides to eat in the weight area, but he could n't see anything. In fact, what he did determine was an extremely attractive fair sex walking past the weights. The olfactory sensation of honey was coming directly from her. Aaron looked around, but apart from the occasional glance from the men in the area, nobody paid a lot tending to her. She really was phenomenal. She was dirty blond, with her whisker tied in a pragmatic ponytail. Wearing sputter fuddled leging and a tight top, her perky B sizing breasts looked incredible. Her prostrate stomach and toned bum made it obvious she was a regular at the gym.

Aaron had always admired womanhood who gym. He could n't imagine going somewhere and having everyone baulk you out, hypocritical, but he could n't assist it, his peter was growing just looking at her. Which just added more to the strange day he was having, Aaron would never get boner just by looking at a hot girl in the gym, why was his sex drive so sensible ?

He tried to ignore his growing horniness but it was hard. He kept lifting weight unit trying to think of something else, but his mind kept roving, getting even unfit when he caught the fille sneaking a glance at him too. She had a cute smile, but he could n't facilitate imagining himself bending her over the weight table and having his way with her. Thinking this flow thought whilst looking at her, Aaron saw her pant in surprise and drop the dumbell she was just about to use.

No one took much notice of her, but Aaron could differentiate she was definitely flustered, her face red not just from elbow grease. But that could n't experience been him right ? She must just be feeling crazy or something. Nevertheless Aaron felt the need to try again, being measured to enshroud his growing hard-on.

This time he waited until she had just got on the treadmill. Luckily the gym was n't very busy and there was a unloosen spot near her. He walked over and climbed on, already cranking the telephone dial and running at a speed that he never would've been able to maintain before. Slowly he let his judgement clear, 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 appear like when they were wet. He imagined the belief of hands running all over her body, caressing between her leg and stroking her breasts. He could almost see the sensation in the lady friend face. He could n't consider he was doing this. He heard fall gasp and pressed onward. Now imagining the opinion of a tongue, licking delicately between her legs, slowly but surely causation heart rate of ecstasy to travel throughout her body. To add the cerise on top he pictured her hard sensitive mamilla rubbing against the textile of her top, sending an intense gratifying hotshot through her trunk.

Without warning Aaron heard a low groan 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 dubiety because of his care. Aaron could n't believe it ! The dream was real ? !

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

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

"Here, let me help you"At Aarons touch the girlfriend gasped softly. She jerked and stared at him, her middle burning with a deep lust. Aaron could clearly see her pap harden again and saw the wet patch between her legs detectable against the grey fabric.

"Um ... thanks"Her voice had changed, becoming slightly more husky"I think I 've hurt my leg, I 've got a bit of muscle spraying 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 locker, nous helping me there though ?"She said.

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

"I'm Henry Louis Aaron by the way"

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

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

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

Aarons awkward meter flew up. He did not like the mind of going into the female changing suite, but for some reason he felt that with his new bump abilities, he might be ok. Plus the electric potential of what could happen threw caution out the windowpane.

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

Jane stopped in movement of him and turned around. Her ‘ injured'foot went down to the reason and she walked slowly and seductively towards him, swinging her hip joint as she came.

"You know, my foot feels ok right now. But since you've been so kind, could you move over me something else ?"

By this point she'd made it right in social movement of him. He stared into her lust filled eyes as he felt her hot breath near his neck.

"I'm at your administration, what do you need ?"Aaron tuned into her trunk again, he could n't consider 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 Henry Louis Aaron already punishing shaft in his gym shorts.

Her hand began to caress up and down his penis, 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. Aaron looked down.

"holy place diddlysquat !"Aarons gumshoe was huge ! This morning he was a shy 6 in, now he was a very very gallant 9.

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

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

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

Gagging sounds came from her mouthpiece as Jane began to deepthroat his dick, taking more and more of him into her throat before bottoming out about an inch shy of his pubic bone. The whiz was unbelievable. She pulled back and began her ancestry again, this time humming to increase sensation.

Hank Aaron felt his flood tide building and quickly found a bench to reserve onto as the adept peaked. Just before it did however he had an idea. Focusing on Jane he imagined an coming, equalize to the level he was about to experience, bang into her as well. So Aaron let his coming take him as he blew load after load of hot boneheaded ejaculate 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 ground if she had not already been on her articulatio genus.

A moment of deep breathing passed, followed by a aloud pop as Jane let his pecker case from her mouth.

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

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

One in conclusion facial expression into Aarons eyes and she plunged herself down on his rock hard 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 of it, before soldiering on. She pushed harder this time, squeezing more and more of his penis into her until finally Aaron bottoms out. A microseism ran through Jane as she squeaked, eyes rolling back for a second.

Hank Aaron seized this intermission to look her torso again. If sexual arousal and draw was heat, Jane would be an incinerator. Her body was on flaming with intimate energy, and it was all directed at Aaron. He smiled wide.

For some rationality Aaron's instincts told him she liked it hard and fast, he did n't hump where that came from but he was n't going to fence. Grabbing her hips 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 construction in pace. A rhythmic slap smacking slap filled the air as their pelvic girdle slammed together.

"OH GOD….YES….OH OH"Jane was barely in reality. Her moan rose in pace, each drive eliciting a little screech or oink.

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

Aaron could feel she was nearing her flood tide and he was too. Again, like death clock time, he pushed her to the edge hard, just as he was cuming himself. She went silent. Her body froze and began to vacillate violently as her mouth gaped spread out in the most acute sexual experience. Her center rolled back into her forefront as her book binding arched in delight. Aaron himself was experiencing something exactly the Lapplander, more hot semen pumping into her as they both came simultaneously, over and over again until they passed out.

Aaron opened his eyes to get the petite panting body of Jane laying on his dresser. They had obviously rolled over and she was nestled into his dresser hairsbreadth sound asleep. Not a great deal meter passed because he could still experience himself inside her. With a wet pop Hank Aaron removed himself, the legal action stirring her awake.

Jane moaned happily as her eyes fluttered surface slowly, before immediately focusing on Hank Aaron 's expression 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 slut, I never do that !"Her cheek was a mask of thoroughgoing horror. She kept trying to find fault up her clothes but in the halter stool she could n't hit sure particular. Her anxiety was obvious.

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

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

"This, is gon na be great. ”