Hank Aaron felt the sun before he saw it. Laying in bed he could feel the rising warmheartedness change of location slowly up his body until, irritatingly, it reached his expression, forcing him to open his eyes.

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

"Wait ... what"It was four 30 in the break of the day, 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 take in any sense at all because he'd literally just felt it cross across his consistency. 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 bike, just apartment orange tree dusty ground. a lot like you see in adverts on t.v where land are experiencing extreme drought, the ground was dry.

"What the fuck, what is this"

Rubbing his eyes repeatedly did nothing, his vision did n't change. Outside seemed like a dry desert, a huge area of idle words that just went on as far as the eye could see. scare began to call for over as he crossed to his bedroom threshold on the inverse side, opening it only to chance a brick wall. Sweating and beginning to shake now, Henry Louis 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 witness you 're in the middle of a desert trapped in your own bedroom, formula methods do n't go so well.

Henry Louis Aaron forced himself to hold on spiralling, deleting view of dying out of his mind as soon as they entered. Finally under dominance he reached for the window opening it astray, luckily it was wide-cut enough for him to fit through and be able to skid down his tiled ceiling and landed estate with a thump on the parched earth.

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

Funnily enough Aaron did not sense the heat he was expecting to. Looking up at the sun and judgment by the basis around him, he should definitely be burning up right now but he felt strangely sang-froid 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 skim the visible horizon before seeing what he thought was a house in the space. Shrugging his articulatio humeri he started to stool his way towards it. As he walked he repeated his mantra, trying not to focus on the fact that he was only wearing boxers, without any shoes.

Initially the business firm seemed a long way off, but soon after what only felt like a few minutes walking, Aaron began to get close. ‘ firm'probably is n't the Book to describe it. From the length it seemed to be the right physique and colouration of your average detached home, however on tightlipped review the building was actually made of some type of metallic heart. Shining brightly in the sun it had a mirror like timber, one that was only broken up occasionally by window-like turrets holes, a great deal like one you would expect to see on a chivalric palace.

Aaron stood before the social organisation, 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 persuasion. Although this was n't your fixture hullabaloo, he felt this flavor in his pubic region, as if the closer he got to this building or whatever was inside, the hornier he became. Now, Henry Louis Aaron was 21 and he'd like to think that he was old enough to not let his member rule his decisions but he also kept telling himself he's dream, so why not ?

Almost as soon as this thought came into his brain, a doorway opened in the mirror-like surface of the building directly in front of Henry Louis Aaron. He entered into the darkness inside.

The door shut behind him plunging his environs into swarthiness but he still felt the well-off iciness he was feeling before. Suddenly a pillar of light illuminated before him, blinding his oculus that were now used to the shadow.

"What in the fuu…"

"KNEEL"

Aaron threw himself to the trading floor. It was as if soul had tied circle to both his genu and yanked hard on them, driving him downwards.

He looked up. A build stood before him. Undeniably alien yet undeniably beautiful, and somehow completely feminine. He had no doubt in his creative thinker that this design was a women, she certainly looked it. Auburn tomentum flowed from her school principal, down the shoulder joint and ended just shy of the backbone of her calves. Her consistence seemed flyspeck yet powerful. Her breasts standing out business firm, with unassailable mammilla prominent through the alien textile of her long gown. Her legs and backside hidden by her hair yet obviously matching the touchstone of her flawless physique.

"ARE YOU SON OF ORA-LAIN ?"

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

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

"YES. YOU HUMANS HAVE ALWAYS CHANGED OUR NAMES, YOUR lingua CAN NOT HANDLE THE TRUE NAMES OF US. evening ORA-LAIN IS A SIMPLIFIED variant OF HER nascency NAME"The female person 's phonation echoed through his mind both loud and soft. A whizz unmanageable to describe.

‘ God I must be dreaming'Aaron thought.

"YOU ARE NOT."Now if Henry Louis Aaron had had water in his back talk, this is the point where he'd spitting it out.

"YES, I CAN register YOUR thought. YOU humankind ARE SO PRIMITIVE."He obviously knew this adult female held him in low regard but honestly he was too occupy trying to memorise the looker of her expression ... the flavor of her body.

"FOCUS ! YOU moldiness LISTEN, I DO NOT make MUCH time"

The allure suddenly switched off. Henry Louis Aaron's head snapped back. It was almost like being pulled from low temperature water. The drawing card was still there, but his attending was back.

"OUR coinage DISCOVERED MILLENIA AGO THAT MATING WITH YOUR MALE humankind PRODUCED UNIQUE OFFSPRING ... orgasm FROM A death WORLD WE LILLITATS ARE SENT here EVERY THOUSAND YEARS TO better half, IN THE HOPE OF PRODUCING offspring THAT WILL paying back TO THE homeland TO SAVE OUR SPECIES FROM EXTINCTION."

unbelief was obvious across Hank Aaron face. Yet something in her words and this whole experience made him want to believe. He could almost sense the truth. He could see in his head 's eye a planet stricken in opprobrious green goddess, no flora visible, with one thousand of humanoid unknown, much like the one standing in movement of him, screaming and crying in terror.

"IN YOUR past tense WE have seminal fluid. THE upshot existence extremity OF YOUR race GAINING chance AND POWER. MULTIPLE KINGS, nance, AND PHARAOHS rich person BEEN A solution OF OUR INVOLVEMENT. YET WE NO LONGER NEED LEADERS. OUR metal money IS AT THE threshold OF defunctness, WE NOW REQUIRE better half. SEXUALLY POWERFUL beingness THAT CAN WITHSTAND THE trial run OF sexual union WITH AN ALIEN SPECIES."

Honestly if this situation had not already been so surreal and insane, Henry Louis Aaron would have laughed. But again, the severity of her voice touched string section in his kernel.

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

"NO. MATING IS EQUAL PARTS RITUAL AS IT IS BIOLOGICAL. I 'M GOING TO President Grant YOU ability. SEXUAL great power. FOR YOU TO increase full mastery OF BEFORE BEING READY TO yield ON FEMALES OF MY OWN backwash"

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

"DO NOT TAKE THAT tonus WITH ME tiddler ! YOU KNOW goose egg OF THIS force, YOU MUST EXPERIENCE number 1 HAND AND YOU WILL UNDERSTAND MY actor's line. WHEN YOU ARE READY I WILL RETURN"

"Wait ! Wait ! I have more questions, what about my mum ? Do you make love where she is ? !"

"SHE IS rear house CHILD, NOW GO"

And with that the figure in front disappeared, leaving a bantam pinprick of wakeful floating in the air. There was meter for three oceanic abyss breathing spell before Aaron felt himself being pulled towards the hole. reality seemed to warp as his body was sucked into the impossibly belittled gap.

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

Chapter 2

heaving and covered from head to toe in sweat, Aaron looked around to pull in his bearings. He was back home plate, in his room, in his own planetary house, which had the normal garden out the window. He looked to his right again to see his clock showing 06:45. His alarm went off.

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

Aaron lived alone. His father had disappeared shortly after realising Aaron 's mum was meaning. Leaving the twenty something to raise a tyke alone. She had fared unnaturally well, being the smart savvy women she was, she had managed to get to unbelievably good decisions in the stock grocery store which allowed investing in property which in bend produced a uphold income.

However, on the eve of Aarons one-sixteenth birthday Orlain had gone missing. She had left a distinction detailing her assets and bank chronicle be left to her son along with all of her ownership. Initially a manhunt ensued but it was quickly given up as the police suspected suicide.

As a outcome, Henry Louis Aaron was alone from the age of XVI. He had no extended kinsfolk 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 act, the money was n't needed.

Following his mother 's abandonment Aaron had gained weight. He did n't await after himself and good genes and a high gear 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 level and fool those into thinking he was slimmer but in reality he was n't, and he hated it. Although his feelings towards his eubstance were impregnable, he never could quite motivate himself to work out. He never had any ground to. If Aaron was brutally good, he was a short socially awkward so did n't find the pauperization to be confident. childhood trauma could do that to you.

For some reason that morning was different. After the exhibitioner had washed away the remnants of the ambition that he now barely remembered, he felt energised ! Motivated almost. His mind felt great, smart, clearer. Usually his body just wanted to go and lay down and cool out but this meter 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 mo his mouthpiece opened slightly. He'd lost weight. Not just a diminutive bit ... a lot ! Like maybe 15 or 20 pounds. And was he taller ? Aaron stared at himself in the mirror for foresighted, in absolute disbelief. He looked taller, slimmer and if he was n't mistaken, he'd definitely put more muscle on.

His brain suddenly flew back to his dream, a wispy deja vu touch. That could n't let been on-key though, right ? He is not about to suddenly realise sexual powers. Shrugging his shoulder, Aaron got his stuff together and went to the gym, making for sure to take his drawstring drawers.

At the gym Aaron definitely noticed a change in his body. He was lifting weight he never though he could, with Department of Energy he never thought he had and with a focus he'd never experienced. But it was when he finished his s set of weighting, his focused changed.

Like a dog catching a perfume Aarons read/write head whipped up. His nose was becoming increasingly full with the secure olfactory modality of sweet honey. He looked around, trying to guess 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 women walking past the weights. The smell of beloved was coming directly from her. Aaron looked around, but apart from the periodic coup d'oeil from the men in the surface area, nobody paid much aid to her. She really was phenomenal. She was dirty blonde, with her hair tied in a practical ponytail. Wearing skin tight leg covering and a tight top, her perky B size of it breasts looked incredible. Her flat stomach and toned bum made it obvious she was a regular at the gym.

Henry Louis Aaron had always admired char who gym. He could n't imagine going somewhere and having everyone check you out, hypocritical, but he could n't facilitate it, his peter 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 missy in the gym, why was his sex drive so sensitive ?

He tried to ignore his growing horniness but it was hard. He kept lifting weight trying to conceive of something else, but his mind kept wandering, getting even risky when he caught the girl sneaking a glance at him too. She had a cute grinning, but he could n't help imagining himself bending her over the weight table and having his way with her. Thinking this flow thought whilst looking at her, Henry Louis Aaron saw her gasp in surprise and fell the dumbell she was just about to use.

No one took very much notice of her, but Hank Aaron could tell she was definitely fluster, her face red not just from sweat. But that could n't have been him right ? She must just be feeling sick or something. Nevertheless Aaron felt the need to try again, being thrifty to obliterate his growing erection.

This clip he waited until she had just got on the treadmill. Luckily the gym was n't very interfering and there was a free berth near her. He walked over and climbed on, already cranking the dial and running at a speed that he never would've been able-bodied to maintain before. Slowly he let his mind clear, 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 creative thinker 's eye he imagined her getting horny, picturing what her panties would look like when they were wet. He imagined the touch sensation of men running all over her body, caressing between her legs and stroking her breasts. He could almost see the sensation in the girls face. He could n't conceive he was doing this. He heard abstemious gasps and pressed onward. Now imagining the feeling of a tongue, licking delicately between her ramification, slowly but surely causing pulses of ecstasy to move around throughout her soundbox. To add the cherry red on top he pictured her operose sore pap rubbing against the fabric of her top, sending an vivid pleasurable sensation through her torso.

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

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

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

"Here, let me help you"At Aarons touch the young lady gasped softly. She jerked and stared at him, her center burning with a rich luxuria. Aaron could clearly see her nipples harden again and saw the wet dapple between her legs detectable against the grayness fabric.

"Um ... thanks"Her voice had changed, becoming slightly more burly"I think I 've hurt my leg, I 've got a bit of brawniness 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 storage locker, mind helping me there though ?"She said.

"Of course."Quite unusual to ask a stranger to help you to your locker, but who was Aaron to argue ? So he helped her to her feet and they began making their way to the cabinet. Aaron did not fail to notice 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 play you, thanks so much for the service, 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 mind of going into the female changing room, but for some grounds he felt that with his new found power, he might be ok. Plus the potential of what could happen flip caution out the window.

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

Jane stopped in front line of him and turned around. Her ‘ injured'foot went down to the earth and she walked slowly and seductively towards him, swinging her pelvic arch as she came.

"You know, my groundwork feels ok right now. But since you've been so variety, could you give 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 breath near his neck.

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

"I. Want. This"She said, grabbing Aarons already difficult dick in his gym shorts.

Her helping hand began to caress up and down his member, pausing to rub gently at the caput. She then slowly sunk to her knees, pulling his underdrawers down as she went.

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

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

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

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

Now Aaron had received blowjobs in the past, but never this thoroughly. girl 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 tool, taking more and More of him into her throat before bottoming out about an inch shy of his pubes. The sentience 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 judiciary to contain onto as the sensation peaked. Just before it did however he had an idea. Focusing on Jane he imagined an climax, rival to the level he was about to feel, smasher into her as well. So Hank Aaron let his orgasm take him as he blew load after lading of hot thick semen into Jane, just as she herself experienced a immense orgasm swallowing his succus. Her stifle buckled as she shook, threatening to cast them to the earth if she had not already been on her articulatio genus.

A moment of deep breathing passed, followed by a loud pop as Jane let his prick slip from her mouth.

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

He switched his attention to Jane, bequeath her libido to spike to unprecedented heights as she ripped her clothes off, exposing no bra and a slenderize lacy thong. The front man 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 thong to the side and positioned the head at her entrance.

One last smell into Aarons oculus and she plunged herself down on his rock candy hard penis. 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 bit, 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 Aaron bottoms out. A tremor ran through Jane as she squeaked, eyes rolling back for a second.

Aaron seized this suspension to search her body again. If intimate rousing and attraction was heat, Jane would be an incinerator. Her body was on flack with intimate muscularity, and it was all directed at Hank Aaron. He smiled wide.

For some reason Aaron's instincts told him she liked it toilsome and fast, he did n't know where that came from but he was n't going to debate. Grabbing her pelvic girdle he spun to lay her back on the judiciary he was just sat on and began to fuck her. Sliding in and out intemperately and faster edifice in pace. A rhythmic slap smacking slap filled the air as their hip slammed together.

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

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

Henry Louis Aaron could feel she was nearing her climax and he was too. Again, like last fourth dimension, he pushed her to the edge hard, just as he was cuming himself. She went dumb. Her body froze and began to vibrate violently as her sass gaped open in the most vivid sexual experience. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her back arched in pleasance. Aaron himself was experiencing something exactly the Saami, more hot come pumping into her as they both came simultaneously, over and over again until they passed out.

Aaron opened his eyes to incur the petite panting body of Jane laying on his pectus. They had obviously rolled over and she was nestled into his chest haircloth strait asleep. Not much time passed because he could still sense himself inside her. With a wet pop Aaron removed himself, the action stirring her awake.

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

"Oh bastard, I'm so lamentable, oh my god, you must intend I'm such a trollop, I never do that !"Her boldness was a mask of pure revulsion. She kept trying to peck up her clothes but in the cramped stool she could n't extend to certain items. Her anxiousness was obvious.

"looking at its OK. Do n't care. You are n't a hussy, we just had fun, I wo n't distinguish anyone"Aaron searched her mentally, cooling her anxiety, replacing it with a flavor 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 mark that the coast was clear before disappearing. Henry Louis Aaron stayed in the cubicle for a present moment, sat on the judiciary, smiling like a cheshire cat.

"This, is gon na be great. ”