Henry Louis 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 side, 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 morn, 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 relieve oneself any common sense at all because he'd literally just felt it cross across his physical structure. 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 items laying around like the barbecue or bicycle, just 2-dimensional orange tree dust-covered earth. Much like you see in adverts on t.v where countries are experiencing extreme drouth, the ground was dry.

"What the fuck, what is this"

Rubbing his eyes repeatedly did nothing, his vision did n't change. exterior seemed like a dry desert, a immense expanse of nothingness that just went on as far as the eye could see. Panic began to take over as he crossed to his bedroom door on the diametric English, opening it only to find a brick wall. Sweating and beginning to shake now, Aaron forced himself to calm down. Taking five minutes like this usually calmed him down completely, but when you've woken up to recover you 're in the middle of a desert trapped in your own sleeping accommodation, normal methods do n't work so well.

Aaron forced himself to discontinue spiralling, deleting thoughts of dying out of his mind as soon as they entered. Finally under controller he reached for the window opening it wide of the mark, luckily it was wide enough for him to fit through and be capable to slip down his tile ceiling and country with a thump on the parched ground.

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 Henry Louis Aaron did not feel the heat he was expecting to. Looking up at the sun and judging by the land around him, he should definitely be burning up right now but he felt strangely cool and comfortable, something which gradually began to help still his face.

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

Initially the house seemed a long way off, but soon after what only felt like a few minutes walking, Aaron began to get close. ‘ House'probably is n't the word to describe it. From the distance it seemed to be the right condition and coloring material of your norm detached house, 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, lots like single you would require to see on a gothic castle.

Aaron stood before the social structure, taking it all in. There seemed to be no discernable entree yet the building was drawing him in, oddly enough Aaron felt himself get excited at the persuasion. Although this was n't your regular inflammation, 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 intend that he was old enough to not let his penis rule his decisiveness but he also kept telling himself he's dreaming, so why not ?

Almost as soon as this intellection came into his forefront, a threshold opened in the mirror-like surface of the edifice directly in front of Aaron. He entered into the shadow inside.

The door shut behind him plunging his environment into darkness but he still felt the comfortable coolness he was feeling before. Suddenly a pillar of faint illuminated before him, blinding his eyes that were now used to the duskiness.

"What in the fuu…"

"KNEEL"

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

He looked up. A figure stood before him. Undeniably alien yet undeniably beautiful, and somehow completely womanly. He had no incertitude in his intellect that this figure was a charwoman, she certainly looked it. Auburn hair flowed from her head, down the shoulder joint and ended just shy of the spinal column of her calves. Her body seemed petite yet powerful. Her breasts standing out house, with strong nipples prominent through the alien fabric of her long scrubs. Her branch and backside hidden by her pilus yet obviously matching the standard of her flawless frame.

"ARE YOU SON OF ORA-LAIN ?"

He realised this part came from his head, the beautiful oral fissure of the cleaning lady in front did not prompt an 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 drumhead was so foggy. His mind constricted in her attractive force. He was pretty sure the spokesperson in his head word pronounced his mothers name with a gap in the middle but undoubtedly was saying the same word.

"YES. YOU HUMANS HAVE ALWAYS CHANGED OUR NAMES, YOUR TONGUE CAN NOT hold THE TRUE NAMES OF US. eve ORA-LAIN IS A SIMPLIFIED VERSION OF HER BIRTH public figure"The female 's vocalism echoed through his judgement both trashy and soft. A sense impression difficult to describe.

‘ God I must be dreaming'Henry Louis Aaron thought.

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

"YES, I CAN take YOUR THOUGHTS. YOU man ARE SO PRIMITIVE."He obviously knew this fair sex held him in low respect but honestly he was too busy trying to memorise the beauty of her face ... the spirit of her body.

"focussing ! YOU MUST LISTEN, I DO NOT own MUCH TIME"

The allurement suddenly switched off. Aaron's head snapped back. It was almost like being pulled from dusty weewee. The attraction was still there, but his attention was back.

"OUR SPECIES DISCOVERED MILLENIA AGO THAT MATING WITH YOUR MALE human being PRODUCED UNIQUE OFFSPRING ... COMING FROM A death WORLD WE LILLITATS ARE SENT Hera EVERY THOUSAND YEARS TO better half, IN THE Bob Hope OF PRODUCING issue THAT WILL coming back TO THE country of origin TO SAVE OUR coinage FROM EXTINCTION."

incredulity was obvious across Hank Aaron face. Yet something in her words and this whole experience made him want to believe. He could almost finger the truth. He could see in his mind 's eye a planet stricken in black smoke, no vegetation visible, with thousands of mechanical man outlander, much like the one standing in strawman of him, screaming and crying in panic.

"IN YOUR past tense WE HAVE seminal fluid. THE RESULT being MEMBERS OF YOUR backwash GAINING portion AND baron. MULTIPLE KINGS, pansy, AND Pharaoh of Egypt HAVE BEEN A RESULT OF OUR interest. YET WE NO LONGER NEED LEADERS. OUR metal money IS AT THE threshold OF EXTINCTION, WE NOW REQUIRE fellow. SEXUALLY POWERFUL being THAT CAN WITHSTAND THE run OF MATING WITH AN extraterrestrial being SPECIES."

Honestly if this situation had not already been so surrealistic and insane, Henry Louis Aaron would have laughed. But again, the hardship of her interpreter touched strings in his heart.

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

"NO. union IS EQUAL PARTS rite AS IT IS BIOLOGICAL. I 'M GOING TO Cary Grant YOU force. SEXUAL POWER. FOR YOU TO profit full moon MASTERY OF BEFORE organism READY TO issue ON female OF MY OWN RACE"

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

"DO NOT train THAT TONE WITH ME tike ! YOU KNOW nada OF THIS great power, YOU MUST EXPERIENCE low gear HAND AND YOU will UNDERSTAND MY Son. WHEN YOU ARE READY I WILL rejoin"

"Wait ! delay ! I have Thomas More interrogative sentence, what about my mum ? Do you know where she is ? !"

"SHE IS back rest home CHILD, NOW GO"

And with that the figure in front disappeared, leaving a diminutive pinprick of light floating in the air. There was time for three bass breaths before Hank Aaron felt himself being pulled towards the hole. Reality seemed to warp as his body was sucked into the impossibly small gap.

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

Chapter 2

trousering and covered from head to toe in sweat, Henry Louis Aaron looked around to gain his bearings. He was back family, in his way, in his own sign of the zodiac, which had the rule garden out the windowpane. 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 crazy ! What a dream ! He could n't believe that he almost thought that was real. He laughed more as he climbed from bed to channelize down to the shower.

Aaron lived alone. His father had disappeared shortly after realising Aaron 's mum was meaning. Leaving the twenty something to raise a small fry alone. She had fared unnaturally well, being the smart understanding women she was, she had managed to stimulate unbelievably thoroughly decisions in the gillyflower grocery which allowed investing in property which in act produced a go along income.

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

As a result, Aaron was alone from the age of sixteen. He had no extended family to turn to so he continued school and left at 18 and had been working various problem since then, working purley for the pleasure of subprogram, the money was n't needed.

Following his mother 's abandonment Henry Louis Aaron had gained weight. He did n't expect after himself and good gene and a highschool metamorphosis were the only if thing keeping him from obesity. So, he was overweight.

Standing at 5'11 his fat was n't very obvious. He could easily hide under layers and fool those into thinking he was slender but in realism he was n't, and he hated it. Although his smell towards his consistence were strong, he never could quite motivate himself to operate out. He never had any cause to. If Hank Aaron was brutally dependable, he was a niggling socially awkward so did n't feel the pauperism to be confident. Childhood trauma could do that to you.

For some cause that morning was different. After the rain shower had washed away the remnants of the dream that he now barely remembered, he felt energised ! Motivated almost. His thinker felt great, smart, clearer. Usually his trunk just wanted to go and lay down and chill out but this time no. In fact, he thought smugly, he felt like going to the gym.

"The gym, am I kidding myself"Aaron muttered as he walked out of the exhibitor. But as he passed his mirror he stopped. Looking down at himself for here and now his mouthpiece opened slightly. He'd lost weighting. Not just a tiny bit ... a lot ! Like maybe 15 or 20 pound sterling. And was he taller ? Aaron stared at himself in the mirror for recollective, in absolute skepticism. He looked taller, slimmer and if he was n't mistaken, he'd definitely put more sinew on.

His mind suddenly flew back to his pipe dream, a vague deja vu feeling. That could n't have been truthful though, right ? He is not about to suddenly take in sexual powers. Shrugging his shoulder, Aaron got his stuff together and went to the gym, making sure to take his drawstring shorts.

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

Like a dog catching a odour Henry Louis Aaron head whipped up. His nozzle was becoming increasingly full-of-the-moon with the strong aroma of sweet honey. He looked around, trying to judge who decides to eat in the weight country, but he could n't see anything. In fact, what he did find was an extremely attractive women walking past the weighting. The look of honey was coming directly from her. Henry Louis Aaron looked around, but apart from the occasional glance from the men in the field, nobody paid much attention to her. She really was phenomenal. She was dirty blonde, with her hair tied in a virtual ponytail. Wearing scramble tight leggings and a cockeyed top, her perky B sizing chest looked incredible. Her matt belly and toned bum made it obvious she was a even at the gym.

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

He tried to ignore his growing hot pants but it was hard. He kept lifting system of weights trying to call back of something else, but his mind kept wandering, getting even worse when he caught the lady friend 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 flow view whilst looking at her, Aaron saw her gasp in surprise and deteriorate 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 sweat. But that could n't sustain 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 erection.

This time he waited until she had just got on the treadmill. Luckily the gym was n't very meddlesome and there was a justify maculation 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 assert before. Slowly he let his mind exonerate, focusing on the practice session of running.

When he felt he was focused enough, he quickly glanced over to the miss who was jogging lightly. In his creative thinker 's eye he imagined her getting horny, picturing what her panties would face like when they were wet. He imagined the smell of manpower running all over her trunk, caressing between her legs and stroking her breasts. He could almost see the sensation in the miss brass. He could n't trust he was doing this. He heard light pant and pressed onward. Now imagining the feeling of a tongue, licking delicately between her legs, slowly but surely causing pulsation of go to travel throughout her body. To add the cherry red on top he pictured her hard sensitive nipples rubbing against the framework of her top, sending an acute pleasurable ace through her body.

Without warning Aaron heard a low moan 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 attending. Aaron could n't believe it ! The dream was rattling ? !

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

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

"Here, let me serve you"At Aarons touch the girl gasped softly. She jerked and stared at him, her oculus burning with a mystifying lust. Hank Aaron could clearly see her nipples harden again and saw the wet patch between her stage obtrusive 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 musculus 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 cabinet, brain helping me there though ?"She said.

"Of course."Quite strange to ask a stranger to help you to your locker, but who was Aaron to argue ? So he helped her to her feet and they began making their way to the storage locker. Aaron did not fail to notice how much she kept close to his body, nor how obvious she was faking her hitch.

"I'm Aaron by the way"

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

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

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

Aarons awkward meter flew up. He did not like the idea of going into the female changing rooms, but for some reason he felt that with his new find oneself abilities, he might be ok. Plus the potential drop of what could happen contrive caution out the window.

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

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

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

By this detail she'd made it right in front of him. He stared into her lust filled eyes as he felt her hot breathing spell near his neck.

"I'm at your disposal, what do you ask ?"Aaron tuned into her body again, he could n't think this was happening ! This clock time however, he felt her own horniness, raging like a thick fire in her body.

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

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

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

"holy shit !"Aarons dick was huge ! This morning he was a shy 6 in, now he was a very very proud 9.

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

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

Now Aaron had received blowjob in the preceding, but never this good. lady friend before had always been so shy, just licking the tip, never fully swallowing. But this girlfriend swallowed.

Gagging sounds came from her sassing as Jane began to deepthroat his dick, taking more and more of him into her pharynx before bottoming out about an inch shy of his pubes. The ace was unbelievable. She pulled back and began her declivity again, this time humming to increase sensation.

Henry Louis Aaron felt his climax building and quickly found a bench to hold onto as the ace peaked. Just before it did however he had an idea. Focusing on Jane he imagined an orgasm, equal to the level he was about to receive, overhead into her as well. So Hank Aaron let his coming take him as he blew load after consignment of hot thick come into Jane, just as she herself experienced a vast orgasm swallowing his juices. Her human knee buckled as she shook, threatening to throw them to the ground if she had not already been on her knees.

A moment of late ventilation passed, followed by a loud pop as Jane let his dick faux pas from her mouth.

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

He switched his attention to Jane, will her libido to spike to unprecedented elevation as she ripped her wearing apparel off, exposing no bra and a thin lacy thong. The front of her step-in were soaked but she did n't murder 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 looking into Henry Louis Aaron eye and she plunged herself down on his rock heavily member. Immediately half of his tool was encompassed by her hot wet walls. The concentration of her squeezing him as he entered. They paused for a minute, Jane trying to get used to his size, before soldiering on. She pushed harder this sentence, squeezing more and more of his member into her until finally Henry Louis Aaron bottoms out. A tremor ran through Jane as she squeaked, center rolling back for a second.

Aaron seized this intermission to search her body again. If intimate arousal and attraction was heat, Jane would be an incinerator. Her body was on fire with sexual vitality, and it was all directed at Hank Aaron. He smiled wide.

For some reason Aaron's instinct told him she liked it intemperately and fast, he did n't know where that came from but he was n't going to indicate. Grabbing her pelvic girdle he spun to lay her back on the bench he was just sat on and began to fuck her. Sliding in and out harder and faster building in tempo. A rhythmic slap slap slap filled the air as their pelvis slammed together.

"OH GOD….YES….OH OH"Jane was barely in realness. Her moans rose in tempo, each thrust eliciting a short belly laugh or grunt.

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

Henry Louis Aaron could feel she was nearing her coming and he was too. Again, like last time, he pushed her to the border hard, just as he was cuming himself. She went mum. Her body froze and began to vibrate violently as her mouth gaped spread out in the most acute sexual experience. Her eyes rolled back into her question as her back arched in pleasure. Henry Louis 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 bantam panting body of Jane laying on his pectus. They had obviously rolled over and she was nestled into his chest fuzz sound asleep. Not much prison term passed because he could still finger himself inside her. With a wet pop Hank Aaron removed himself, the action stirring her awake.

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

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry, oh my god, you must conceive I'm such a strumpet, I never do that !"Her face was a mask of pure horror. She kept trying to pick up her apparel but in the cramped stool she could n't progress to certain items. Her anxiety was obvious.

"Look its okay. Do n't vex. You are n't a loose woman, 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 certainly 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 polarity that the slide was sack before disappearing. Hank Aaron stayed in the cubicle for a moment, sat on the bench, smiling like a cheshire cat.

"This, is gon na be heavy. ”