Aaron felt the sun before he saw it. Laying in bed he could feel the rising warmth travelling slowly up his body until, irritatingly, it reached his expression, forcing him to spread out his center.

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

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

In fact, there was no garden whatsoever. No grass, no shed, no detail laying around like the barbeque or bicycles, just flat orange dusty ground. Much like you see in advertizement on t.v where rural area are experiencing extreme drought, the primer coat was dry.

"What the shag, what is this"

Rubbing his oculus repeatedly did nothing, his vision did n't switch. Outside seemed like a dry desert, a huge sweep of idle words that just went on as far as the eye could see. affright began to pick out over as he crossed to his sleeping accommodation doorway on the opposite incline, opening it only to find a brick wall. Sweating and beginning to shake now, Aaron forced himself to lull down. Taking five minutes like this usually calmed him down completely, but when you've woken up to get hold you 're in the middle of a desert trapped in your own bedchamber, normal methods do n't work so well.

Henry Louis Aaron forced himself to halt spiralling, deleting thoughts of dying out of his mind as soon as they entered. Finally under mastery he reached for the windowpane opening it astray, luckily it was wide enough for him to fit through and be able to slew down his tile roof and land with a clunk on the parched ground.

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

Funnily enough Hank Aaron did not palpate 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 cool and well-off, something which gradually began to help 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 length. Shrugging his articulatio humeri he started to pass water 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 house seemed a foresighted way off, but soon after what only felt like a few moment walking, Henry Louis Aaron began to get close. ‘ theater'probably is n't the word to key out it. From the length it seemed to be the proper anatomy and colour of your average detached abode, however on closer inspection the building was actually made of some type of metallic substance. Shining brightly in the sun it had a mirror like quality, one that was only broken up occasionally by window-like turrets holes, practically like single you would expect to see on a chivalric rook.

Aaron stood before the structure, taking it all in. There seemed to be no discernable entry yet the building was drawing him in, oddly adequate Hank Aaron felt himself get excited at the thought. Although this was n't your even excitement, he felt this feeling in his loins, 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 phallus rule his determination 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 airfoil of the building directly in nominal head of Henry Louis Aaron. He entered into the darkness inside.

The door shut behind him plunging his milieu into swarthiness but he still felt the comfy nip he was feeling before. Suddenly a pillar of clean illuminated before him, blinding his eyes that were now used to the wickedness.

"What in the fuu…"

"KNEEL"

Henry Louis Aaron threw himself to the floor. It was as if individual had tied roofy to both his knees and yanked hard on them, driving him downwards.

He looked up. A soma stood before him. Undeniably outlander yet undeniably beautiful, and somehow completely feminine. He had no incertitude in his mind that this public figure was a women, she certainly looked it. Auburn hairsbreadth flowed from her head, down the shoulders and ended just shy of the cover of her sura. Her body seemed bantam yet mighty. Her breasts standing out house, with potent mamilla prominent through the alien fabric of her foresightful gown. Her leg and backside hidden by her hair yet obviously matching the standard of her flawless physique.

"ARE YOU SON OF ORA-LAIN ?"

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

"Uh ... um..you mean Orlain ? My mum ?"Aaron stuttered. His head was so foggy. His brain constricted in her magnet. He was pretty sure the vocalisation in his head pronounced his female parent 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 VERSION OF HER birthing NAME"The female 's phonation echoed through his mind both loud and soft. A wiz hard to describe.

‘ God I must be dreaming'Aaron thought.

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

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

"focal point ! YOU MUST LISTEN, I DO NOT HAVE MUCH clip"

The allure suddenly switched off. Henry Louis Aaron's head snapped back. It was almost like being pulled from cold weewee. The attraction was still there, but his aid was back.

"OUR metal money DISCOVERED MILLENIA AGO THAT MATING WITH YOUR MALE HUMANS PRODUCED UNIQUE issue ... climax FROM A dying human race WE LILLITATS ARE SENT here EVERY THOUSAND year TO married person, IN THE Hope OF PRODUCING OFFSPRING THAT WILL RETURN TO THE motherland TO SAVE OUR SPECIES FROM EXTINCTION."

disbelief was obvious across Aaron face. Yet something in her words and this whole experience made him want to think. He could almost FEEL the trueness. He could see in his thinker 's eye a major planet stricken in blackness smoke, no vegetation visible, with grand of mechanical man aliens, much like the one standing in straw man of him, screaming and crying in brat.

"IN YOUR PAST WE HAVE semen. THE final result beingness fellow member OF YOUR subspecies GAINING FORTUNE AND POWER. MULTIPLE KINGS, QUEENS, AND PHARAOHS HAVE BEEN A RESULT OF OUR INVOLVEMENT. YET WE NO longer NEED drawing card. OUR SPECIES IS AT THE BRINK OF EXTINCTION, WE NOW REQUIRE better half. SEXUALLY POWERFUL being THAT CAN WITHSTAND THE TRIALS OF sexual union WITH AN extraterrestrial being SPECIES."

Honestly if this spot had not already been so surreal and insane, Aaron would take laughed. But again, the stiffness of her spokesperson touched strings in his tenderness.

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

"NO. MATING IS EQUAL PARTS RITUAL AS IT IS BIOLOGICAL. I 'M GOING TO assignment YOU POWER. SEXUAL POWER. FOR YOU TO GAIN full-of-the-moon command OF BEFORE BEING READY TO proceeds ON FEMALES OF MY OWN RACE"

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

"DO NOT TAKE THAT TONE WITH ME CHILD ! YOU KNOW NOTHING OF THIS POWER, YOU moldiness EXPERIENCE FIRST mitt AND YOU WILL UNDERSTAND MY WORDS. WHEN YOU ARE READY I WILL come back"

"Wait ! Wait ! I have more head, what about my mum ? Do you know where she is ? !"

"SHE IS BACK dwelling tyke, NOW GO"

And with that the figure in front disappeared, leaving a tiny pinprick of light floating in the air. There was meter for three deep intimation before Aaron felt himself being pulled towards the hole. world seemed to distort as his dead body was sucked into the impossibly small gap.

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

Chapter 2

heaving and covered from chief to toe in sweat, Hank Aaron looked around to gain his bearings. He was back home, in his room, in his own planetary house, which had the normal garden out the windowpane. 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 brainsick ! What a aspiration ! He could n't believe that he almost thought that was real. He laughed more as he climbed from bed to head down to the exhibitioner.

Aaron lived alone. His beginner had disappeared shortly after realising Aaron 's mum was meaning. Leaving the 20 something to raise a child alone. She had fared unnaturally well, being the smart discernment women she was, she had managed to establish unbelievably serious decisions in the stock market which allowed investment in dimension which in turn produced a cover income.

However, on the eve of Aarons one-sixteenth birthday Orlain had gone missing. She had left a note detailing her assets and money box accounts 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 solution, Aaron was alone from the age of XVI. He had no extended class to turn to so he continued school and left at 18 and had been working versatile jobs since then, working purley for the delight of routine, the money was n't needed.

Following his female parent 's abandonment Aaron had gained weight. He did n't search after himself and right genes and a high metabolism were the solitary thing keeping him from obesity. So, he was overweight.

Standing at 5'11 his fat was n't very obvious. He could easily enshroud under layers and fool those into thinking he was slimmer but in reality he was n't, and he hated it. Although his tone towards his dead body were strong, he never could quite motivate himself to work out. He never had any ground to. If Aaron was brutally honest, he was a little socially awkward so did n't feel the pauperization to be confident. Childhood trauma could do that to you.

For some reason that morning was different. After the shower had washed away the leftover of the aspiration that he now barely remembered, he felt energised ! Motivated almost. His judgement felt keen, wise, 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"Hank Aaron muttered as he walked out of the shower. 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 tiny bit ... a lot ! Like maybe 15 or 20 pounds. And was he taller ? Aaron stared at himself in the mirror for retentive, in sheer disbelief. 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 dream, a vague deja vu feeling. That could n't experience been genuine though, right ? He is not about to suddenly gather intimate powers. Shrugging his shoulder joint, Aaron got his clobber together and went to the gym, making surely to take his drawstring boxershorts.

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

Like a dog catching a wind Aarons head whipped up. His nose was becoming increasingly full-of-the-moon with the strong smell of sweet-smelling honey. He looked around, trying to guess who decides to eat in the weight arena, but he could n't see anything. In fact, what he did find was an extremely attractive women walking past the weights. The odor of honey was coming directly from her. Henry Louis Aaron looked around, but apart from the episodic glance from the men in the field, nobody paid much attending to her. She really was phenomenal. She was dirty blonde, with her fuzz tied in a practical ponytail. Wearing shinny tight leggings and a blotto top, her perky B size boob looked incredible. Her prostrate stomach and toned bum made it obvious she was a regular at the gym.

Aaron had always admired char who gym. He could n't conceive of going somewhere and having everyone check-out procedure you out, hypocritical, but he could n't aid it, his dick was growing just looking at her. Which just added more to the unusual day he was having, Hank Aaron would never get boners just by looking at a hot girl in the gym, why was his sex driving so spiritualist ?

He tried to push aside his growing horniness but it was hard. He kept lifting system of weights trying to think of something else, but his creative thinker kept wandering, getting even worse when he caught the girl sneaking a glance at him too. She had a cute smile, but he could n't help imagining himself bending her over the weight table and having his way with her. Thinking this current cerebration whilst looking at her, Aaron saw her gasp in surprise and drop the dumbell she was just about to use.

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

This time he waited until she had just got on the tread-wheel. Luckily the gym was n't very busy and there was a disengage spot 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 uphold 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 girl who was jogging lightly. In his intellect 's eye he imagined her getting horny, picturing what her panties would expect like when they were wet. He imagined the feeling of hands running all over her body, caressing between her leg and stroking her breasts. He could almost see the sensation in the girls side. He could n't believe he was doing this. He heard lightly gasps and pressed onward. Now imagining the feeling of a spit, licking delicately between her legs, slowly but surely make heart rate of ecstasy to travel throughout her body. To add the cherry on top he pictured her hard sensitive pap rubbing against the cloth of her top, sending an intense enjoyable sensory faculty through her torso.

Without warning Aaron heard a low moan or grunt, followed by a turgid crash. He immediately stopped what he was doing and ran to the little girl, she had fallen from the treadwheel, no doubtfulness because of his attention. Hank Aaron could n't consider it ! The dream was real number ? !

"Oh cocksucker, are you ok ?"Aaron asked in real care.

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

"Here, let me avail you"At Aarons touch the girl gasped softly. She jerked and stared at him, her eyes burning with a deep lustfulness. Hank Aaron could clearly see her teat harden again and saw the wet patch between her ramification noticeable against the greyness fabric.

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

"No vexation, I'll snatch it for you"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 facilitate you to your locker, but who was Aaron to fence ? So he helped her to her feet and they began making their way to the lockers. Aaron did not fail to acknowledge how much she kept close to his body, nor how obvious she was faking her limp.

"I'm Aaron by the way"

"Jane. Nice to meet you, thanks so much for the help, not a lotta guy cable 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 heed bringing me in ?"

Aarons awkward meter flew up. He did not like the melodic theme 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 drop of what could encounter hurl caution out the window.

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

Jane stopped in presence of him and turned around. Her ‘ injured'infantry went down to the ground and she walked slowly and seductively towards him, swinging her hips as she came.

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

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

"I'm at your administration, what do you require ?"Hank Aaron tuned into her torso again, he could n't believe this was happening ! This metre however, he felt her own horniness, raging like a oceanic abyss fervor in her body.

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

Her hand began to fondle up and down his member, pausing to rub gently at the chief. She then slowly sunk to her genu, pulling his trunks down as she went.

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

"holy place prick !"Aaron tool was Brobdingnagian ! This morning time he was a shy 6 column inch, now he was a very very proud 9.

His smile was Brobdingnagian as Jane began to lick him from top to bottom. Locked inside one of the booth, Aaron felt it safe to let out a modest groan.

Jane covered him in her saliva before taking his chief in her rima oris and slowly moving downwards.

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

Gagging sounds came from her sassing as Jane began to deepthroat his prick, taking more than and to a greater extent of him into her throat before bottoming out about an inch shy of his pubes. The sensation was unbelievable. She pulled back and began her descent again, this time humming to increase sensation.

Aaron felt his climax building and quickly found a terrace to hold onto as the sensation peaked. Just before it did however he had an melodic theme. Focusing on Jane he imagined an sexual climax, peer to the level he was about to have, crash into her as well. So Aaron let his climax take him as he blew load after load of hot thickly semen into Jane, just as she herself experienced a huge orgasm swallowing his juice. Her knees buckled as she shook, threatening to throw them to the ground if she had not already been on her human knee.

A bit of deep ventilation 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, willing her libido to spike to unprecedented heights as she ripped her apparel off, exposing no bra and a thin lacy thong. The front of her panty 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 position and positioned the head at her entrance.

One last look into Aaron oculus and she plunged herself down on his rock severe member. 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 minute, Jane trying to get used to his size of it, before soldiering on. She pushed harder this clock 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, eyes rolling back for a second.

Henry Louis Aaron seized this suspension to search her body again. If sexual arousal and draw was heating, Jane would be an incinerator. Her body was on fervency with intimate energy, and it was all directed at Aaron. He smiled wide.

For some rationality Aaron's instinct told him she liked it heavy and fast, he did n't know where that came from but he was n't going to contend. Grabbing her rose hip he spun to lay her back on the bench he was just sat on and began to eff her. Sliding in and out grueling and faster edifice in rate. A rhythmic slap slap slap filled the air as their pelvis slammed together.

"OH GOD….YES….OH OH"Jane was barely in reality. Her groan rose in pacing, each thrust eliciting a short screech or oink.

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

Henry Louis Aaron could palpate she was nearing her culmination and he was too. Again, like last clip, he pushed her to the boundary hard, just as he was cuming himself. She went dumb. Her body froze and began to hover violently as her mouth gaped open in the most intense intimate experience. Her eyes rolled back into her straits 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 petite trousering consistency of Jane laying on his chest. They had obviously rolled over and she was nestled into his thorax hair sound asleep. Not often clock time passed because he could still feel himself inside her. With a wet pop Aaron removed himself, the action stirring her awake.

Jane moaned happily as her middle fluttered unfold 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 call back I'm such a slattern, I never do that !"Her face was a mask of pure repugnance. She kept trying to blame up her dress but in the strangle stool she could n't accomplish sure items. Her anxiety was obvious.

"Look its okey. Do n't worry. You are n't a slut, we just had fun, I wo n't tell anyone"Aaron searched her mentally, cooling her anxiousness, 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 planetary house that the sea-coast was sort out before disappearing. Aaron stayed in the cubicle for a moment, sat on the judiciary, smiling like a cheshire cat.

"This, is gon na be bully. ”