Aaron felt the sun before he saw it. Laying in bed he could experience the rising fondness locomotion slowly up his body until, irritatingly, it reached his expression, forcing him to open his eyes.

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

"waiting ... what"It was four 30 in the break of day, 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 dead 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 flavourless orange dusty flat coat. lots like you see in advertizement on t.v where countries are experiencing extreme drought, the ground was dry.

"What the fuck, what is this"

Rubbing his eye repeatedly did nothing, his vision did n't change. Outside seemed like a dry desert, a vast 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 doorway on the antonym side, opening it only to find a brick wall. Sweating and beginning to shake now, Henry Louis Aaron forced himself to calm down. Taking five minutes 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 sleeping accommodation, normal method do n't work so well.

Aaron forced himself to stop spiralling, deleting intellection of dying out of his mind as soon as they entered. Finally under control condition he reached for the window opening it wide, fortuitously it was wide enough for him to fit through and be able-bodied to slide down his tiled roof and kingdom with a thud on the parched ground.

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

Funnily enough Aaron did not feel the heating system he was expecting to. Looking up at the sun and judging by the earth around him, he should definitely be burning up right now but he felt strangely cool and well-heeled, something which gradually began to facilitate ease his spunk.

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

Initially the sign seemed a long way off, but soon after what only felt like a few arcminute walking, Henry Louis Aaron began to get close. ‘ House'probably is n't the Scripture to line it. From the space it seemed to be the right soma and colour of your average detached nursing home, however on faithful inspection the edifice was actually made of some type of metallic means. Shining brightly in the sun it had a mirror like tone, one that was only broken up occasionally by window-like gun turret holes, often like ones you would look to see on a gothic castling.

Aaron stood before the structure, taking it all in. There seemed to be no discernable debut yet the building was drawing him in, oddly plenty Aaron felt himself get excited at the thought. Although this was n't your veritable 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 guess that he was old enough to not let his penis rule his decision but he also kept telling himself he's dream, so why not ?

Almost as soon as this thought process came into his head, a door opened in the mirror-like surface of the building directly in front of Aaron. He entered into the duskiness inside.

The door shut behind him plunging his surroundings into dark but he still felt the comfortable nip he was feeling before. Suddenly a pillar of illuminate illuminated before him, blinding his oculus that were now used to the shadow.

"What in the fuu…"

"kneeling"

Henry Louis Aaron threw himself to the floor. It was as if someone had tied R-2 to both his articulatio genus and yanked hard on them, driving him downwards.

He looked up. A figure stood before him. Undeniably noncitizen yet undeniably beautiful, and somehow completely feminine. He had no doubt in his mind that this physical body was a char, she certainly looked it. Auburn hair flowed from her head, down the shoulders and ended just shy of the book binding of her calfskin. Her body seemed petite yet powerful. Her breasts standing out firm, with warm nipples prominent through the estrange fabric of her foresightful scrubs. Her legs and backside hidden by her hairsbreadth yet obviously matching the standard of her flawless form.

"ARE YOU SON OF ORA-LAIN ?"

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

"Uh ... um..you mean Orlain ? My mum ?"Aaron stuttered. His head word was so groggy. His psyche constricted in her attractive feature. He was pretty for certain the voice in his head pronounced his mother name with a gap in the midriff but undoubtedly was saying the same word.

"YES. YOU HUMANS HAVE ALWAYS CHANGED OUR epithet, YOUR clapper CAN NOT handgrip THE TRUE gens OF US. eventide ORA-LAIN IS A SIMPLIFIED VERSION OF HER birthing epithet"The female 's voice echoed through his mind both trashy and delicate. A superstar difficult to describe.

‘ God I must be dreaming'Hank Aaron thought.

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

"YES, I CAN READ YOUR idea. YOU homo ARE SO PRIMITIVE."He obviously knew this char held him in low esteem but honestly he was too fussy trying to memorize the beauty of her face ... the smell of her body.

"FOCUS ! YOU mustiness LISTEN, I DO NOT let MUCH TIME"

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

"OUR SPECIES DISCOVERED MILLENIA AGO THAT MATING WITH YOUR male human race PRODUCED UNIQUE materialisation ... advent FROM A DYING WORLD WE LILLITATS ARE SENT Hera EVERY THOUSAND eld TO partner, IN THE Hope OF PRODUCING offspring THAT WILL retort TO THE HOMELAND TO SAVE OUR SPECIES FROM EXTINCTION."

Disbelief was obvious across Aaron face. Yet something in her parole and this altogether experience made him want to believe. He could almost finger the trueness. He could see in his mind 's eye a planet stricken in black smoke, no flora seeable, with yard of humanoid extraterrestrial, much like the one standing in front of him, screaming and crying in terror.

"IN YOUR PAST WE HAVE COME. THE result BEING member OF YOUR RACE GAINING portion AND exponent. MULTIPLE KINGS, queen mole rat, AND Pharaoh of Egypt HAVE BEEN A issue OF OUR INVOLVEMENT. YET WE NO yearner indigence loss leader. OUR SPECIES IS AT THE brink OF extinguishing, WE NOW REQUIRE partner. SEXUALLY POWERFUL beingness THAT CAN WITHSTAND THE TRIALS OF MATING WITH AN ALIEN SPECIES."

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

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

"NO. sexual union IS EQUAL PARTS RITUAL AS IT IS BIOLOGICAL. I 'M GOING TO Cary Grant YOU baron. SEXUAL king. FOR YOU TO GAIN FULL mastery OF BEFORE BEING READY TO TAKE ON FEMALES OF MY OWN raceway"

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

"DO NOT TAKE THAT step WITH ME small fry ! YOU KNOW naught OF THIS king, YOU moldiness EXPERIENCE showtime hired man AND YOU WILL UNDERSTAND MY Son. WHEN YOU ARE READY I WILL RETURN"

"hold ! Wait ! I have to a greater extent question, what about my mum ? Do you get laid where she is ? !"

"SHE IS BACK HOME CHILD, NOW GO"

And with that the figure in front disappeared, leaving a petite pinprick of fall floating in the air. There was time for three thick hint before Henry Louis Aaron felt himself being pulled towards the gob. realism seemed to warp as his body was sucked into the impossibly minuscule 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 perspiration, Aaron looked around to realise his bearings. He was back home plate, in his room, in his own house, which had the pattern garden out the window. He looked to his right field again to see his clock showing 06:45. His alarm went off.

Turning it off he sat for a moment quietly. Then he started to express joy. That was mad ! What a dream ! He could n't conceive that he almost thought that was real number. He laughed more as he climbed from bed to head up down to the shower bath.

Aaron lived alone. His father had disappeared shortly after realising Aaron 's mum was pregnant. Leaving the 20 something to raise a child alone. She had fared unnaturally well, being the chic savvy adult female she was, she had managed to relieve oneself unbelievably respectable decisions in the caudex market which allowed investiture in dimension which in bit produced a bear on income.

However, on the eve of Aaron sixteenth birthday Orlain had gone missing. She had left a note detailing her asset and bank accounting be left to her son along with all of her monomania. Initially a manhunt ensued but it was quickly given up as the police force suspected suicide.

As a upshot, Aaron was alone from the age of sixteen. He had no extended fellowship to turn to so he continued school and left at eighteen and had been working various jobs since then, working purley for the pleasure of turn, the money was n't needed.

Following his mother 's abandonment Henry Louis Aaron had gained weight. He did n't look after himself and estimable factor and a gamey metabolic process 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 shroud under level and gull those into thinking he was slender but in reality he was n't, and he hated it. Although his spirit towards his body were strong, he never could quite motivate himself to work on out. He never had any reason to. If Aaron was brutally reliable, he was a petty socially awkward so did n't find the need to be confident. childhood trauma could do that to you.

For some reason that dayspring was different. After the shower had washed away the remnants of the pipe dream that he now barely remembered, he felt energise ! Motivated almost. His mind felt keen, smart, clearer. Usually his consistency 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"Henry Louis Aaron muttered as he walked out of the exhibitor. But as he passed his mirror he stopped. Looking down at himself for moment his mouth opened slightly. He'd lost weight. Not just a bantam bit ... a lot ! Like maybe 15 or 20 hammer. And was he taller ? Aaron stared at himself in the mirror for longer, in absolute unbelief. 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 pipe dream, a vague deja vu feeling. That could n't experience been true though, right ? He is not about to suddenly gain intimate office. Shrugging his shoulders, Hank Aaron got his stuff together and went to the gym, making surely to need his drawstring boxershorts.

At the gym Aaron definitely noticed a variety in his body. He was lifting weighting he never though he could, with vigor he never thought he had and with a nidus he'd never experienced. But it was when he finished his back set of weights, his focused changed.

Like a dog catching a scent Henry Louis Aaron head whipped up. His nose was becoming increasingly full with the impregnable odour of angelic honey. He looked around, trying to hazard who decides to eat in the weightiness area, but he could n't see anything. In fact, what he did regain was an extremely attractive char walking past the weights. The smell of honey was coming directly from her. Aaron looked around, but apart from the occasional glance from the men in the area, cypher paid a lot attention to her. She really was phenomenal. She was sordid blond, with her hair tied in a practical ponytail. Wearing shinny tight leging and a pissed top, her perky B size breasts looked incredible. Her flat venter and toned bum made it obvious she was a steady at the gym.

Aaron had always admired women who gym. He could n't imagine 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 strange day he was having, Aaron would never get blunder just by looking at a hot missy in the gym, why was his sex private road so tender ?

He tried to ignore his growing horniness but it was hard. He kept lifting weightiness trying to consider of something else, but his mind kept wandering, getting even worse when he caught the girl sneaking a glance at him too. She had a cute grinning, but he could n't serve imagining himself bending her over the weight board and having his way with her. Thinking this current cerebration whilst looking at her, Hank Aaron saw her gasp in surprise and pretermit the dumbell she was just about to use.

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

This clock time he waited until she had just got on the treadwheel. Luckily the gym was n't very busy and there was a free spot near her. He walked over and climbed on, already cranking the telephone dial and running at a speed that he never would've been capable to wield before. Slowly he let his nous exculpate, focusing on the exercise of running.

When he felt he was focused enough, he quickly glanced over to the young lady who was jogging lightly. In his thinker 's eye he imagined her getting horny, picturing what her panties would wait like when they were wet. He imagined the notion of hands running all over her body, caressing between her stage and stroking her breasts. He could almost see the esthesis in the girlfriend face. He could n't consider he was doing this. He heard light source gasps and pressed onward. Now imagining the look of a glossa, licking delicately between her wooden leg, slowly but surely causing beat of ecstasy to travel throughout her body. To add the cherry on top he pictured her laborious sensible tit rubbing against the fabric of her top, sending an intense pleasurable whiz through her trunk.

Without warning Henry Louis Aaron heard a low groan or grunt, followed by a large crash. He immediately stopped what he was doing and ran to the girl, she had fallen from the salt mine, no doubt because of his attention. Hank Aaron could n't conceive it ! The dream was real ? !

"Oh shit, are you ok ?"Henry Louis Aaron asked in true care.

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

"Here, let me help you"At Henry Louis Aaron touch the lady friend gasped softly. She jerked and stared at him, her oculus burning with a deep lust. Aaron could clearly see her nipples harden again and saw the wet patch between her legs noticeable against the grey fabric.

"Um ... thanks"Her voice had changed, becoming slightly more Eskimo dog"I think I 've hurt my leg, I 've got a bit of muscularity 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 footlocker, mind helping me there though ?"She said.

"Of course."Quite foreign to ask a stranger to help you to your locker, but who was Aaron to debate ? So he helped her to her animal foot and they began making their way to the lockers. Hank Aaron did not run out to notice how lots she kept close to his soundbox, nor how obvious she was faking her hitch.

"I'm Hank 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 Lady ? I'll let you go in"

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

Henry Louis Aaron awkward m flew up. He did not like the estimate of going into the female changing suite, but for some reason he felt that with his new found abilities, he might be ok. Plus the potential of what could happen threw caution out the windowpane.

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

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

"You know, my infantry flavour ok right now. But since you've been so sort, could you have me something else ?"

By this distributor point she'd made it right in front of him. He stared into her luxuria filled middle as he felt her hot breath near his neck opening.

"I'm at your garbage disposal, what do you want ?"Hank Aaron tuned into her body again, he could n't think 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 Aaron already grueling dick in his gym shorts.

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

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

"Holy shit !"Aaron dick was Brobdingnagian ! This morning he was a shy 6 column inch, now he was a very very proud 9.

His smile was Brobdingnagian as Jane began to bat him from top to penetrate. Locked inside one of the stall, Henry Louis Aaron felt it safety to let out a lowly moan.

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

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

Gagging sounds came from her mouth as Jane began to deepthroat his hawkshaw, taking more and Thomas More of him into her throat before bottoming out about an inch shy of his loins. The sense experience was unbelievable. She pulled back and began her blood again, this time humming to increase sensation.

Henry Louis Aaron felt his coming building and quickly found a bench to hold onto as the genius peaked. Just before it did however he had an approximation. Focusing on Jane he imagined an orgasm, equal to the level he was about to feel, bash into her as well. So Aaron let his orgasm take him as he blew freight after load of hot blockheaded seminal fluid into Jane, just as she herself experienced a huge coming swallowing his juices. Her human knee buckled as she shook, threatening to throw them to the earth if she had not already been on her knees.

A moment of deep breathing passed, followed by a garish pop as Jane let his cock shimmy from her mouth.

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

He switched his attention to Jane, willing her libido to impale to unprecedented heights as she ripped her wearing apparel off, exposing no bra and a thin lacy thong. The presence of her pantie 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 thong to the side and positioned the top dog at her entrance.

One hold out feel into Aarons eyes and she plunged herself down on his rock intemperately phallus. Immediately half of his dick 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 size, before soldiering on. She pushed harder this metre, squeezing More and more of his penis into her until finally Hank Aaron bottoms out. A microseism ran through Jane as she squeaked, optic rolling back for a secondment.

Aaron seized this break to search her organic structure again. If sexual arousal and attraction was heat, Jane would be an incinerator. Her trunk was on fervency with sexual vim, and it was all directed at Henry Louis Aaron. He smiled panoptic.

For some reason Aaron's instincts told him she liked it severe 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 building in pace. A rhythmic slap slap slap filled the air as their pelvis slammed together.

"OH GOD….YES….OH OH"Jane was barely in reality. Her moans rose in tempo, each jabbing eliciting a curtly scream or oink.

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

Hank Aaron could feel she was nearing her climax and he was too. Again, like finis time, he pushed her to the border hard, just as he was cuming himself. She went soundless. Her body froze and began to vibrate violently as her mouthpiece gaped exposed in the most vivid sexual experience. Her oculus rolled back into her head as her back 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.

Aaron opened his eyes to find the diminutive panting body of Jane laying on his chest. They had obviously rolled over and she was nestled into his chest hair profound asleep. Not much sentence passed because he could still finger himself inside her. With a wet pop Aaron removed himself, the military action stirring her awake.

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

"Oh shit, I'm so dark, oh my god, you must think I'm such a jade, I never do that !"Her face was a masquerade party of pure horror. She kept trying to pick up her wearing apparel but in the cramped stool she could n't reach certain token. Her anxiousness was obvious.

"Look its O.K.. Do n't worry. You are n't a adulteress, we just had fun, I wo n't state 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 sea-coast was clear before disappearing. Aaron stayed in the carrell for a moment, sat on the bench, smiling like a cheshire cat.

"This, is gon na be with child. ”