Aaron felt the sun before he saw it. Laying in bed he could feel the rising warmth travel slowly up his consistency until, irritatingly, it reached his typeface, 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.

"delay ... what"It was four thirty in the forenoon, 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 shit any mother wit at all because he'd literally just felt it cross across his eubstance. 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 barbeque or bicycles, just insipid orange dusty ground. Much like you see in advertizing on t.v where countries are experiencing uttermost drouth, the priming was dry.

"What the shag, what is this"

Rubbing his heart repeatedly did cipher, his visual sensation did n't interchange. Outside seemed like a dry desert, a Brobdingnagian expanse of nothingness that just went on as far as the eye could see. Panic began to shoot over as he crossed to his bedroom door on the opposite side, opening it only to find a brick wall. Sweating and beginning to shake now, Henry Louis Aaron forced himself to tranquillize down. Taking five minutes like this usually calmed him down completely, but when you've woken up to find you 're in the midsection of a desert trapped in your own chamber, pattern methods do n't work so well.

Hank Aaron forced himself to lay off spiralling, deleting thought of dying out of his psyche as soon as they entered. Finally under ascendance he reached for the window opening it wide of the mark, as luck would have it it was across-the-board enough for him to fit through and be able to slide down his tiled cap and acres with a thumping 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 sense the warmth he was expecting to. Looking up at the sun and judgment by the ground around him, he should definitely be burning up right now but he felt strangely cool and prosperous, 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 distance. Shrugging his shoulder he started to make 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 long way off, but soon after what only felt like a few minutes walking, Hank Aaron began to get close. ‘ House'probably is n't the word to describe it. From the aloofness it seemed to be the right shape and colour of your norm detached home, however on close inspection the edifice was actually made of some case of metallic substance. Shining brightly in the sun it had a mirror like tone, one that was only broken up occasionally by window-like turret holes, much like 1 you would expect to see on a medieval castle.

Aaron stood before the body structure, taking it all in. There seemed to be no discernable entry yet the construction was drawing him in, oddly plenty Aaron felt himself get excited at the thought. Although this was n't your regular excitement, he felt this feeling in his loins, as if the closer he got to this building or whatever was inside, the hornier he became. Now, Aaron was 21 and he'd like to think that he was old enough to not let his penis rule his decisions but he also kept telling himself he's dreaming, so why not ?

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

The door shut behind him plunging his surroundings into dark but he still felt the well-to-do coolness he was feeling before. Suddenly a tower of light illuminated before him, blinding his eyes that were now used to the wickedness.

"What in the fuu…"

"kneel"

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

He looked up. A frame stood before him. Undeniably alien yet undeniably beautiful, and somehow completely feminine. He had no doubt in his judgment that this anatomy was a women, she certainly looked it. Auburn hair flowed from her head, down the shoulder and ended just shy of the back of her calfskin. Her body seemed petite yet powerful. Her breasts standing out firm, with strong nipples prominent through the alien fabric of her long robe. Her legs and backside hidden by her whisker yet obviously matching the measure of her flawless flesh.

"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 move an 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 question was so foggy. His mind constricted in her drawing card. He was pretty sure the vocalism in his head teacher pronounced his mother name with a gap in the middle but undoubtedly was saying the same word.

"YES. YOU HUMANS HAVE ALWAYS CHANGED OUR name, YOUR TONGUE CAN NOT handle THE TRUE NAMES OF US. EVEN ORA-LAIN IS A SIMPLIFIED variant OF HER nascency NAME"The female 's voice echoed through his mind both loud and easy. A sensation difficult to describe.

‘ God I must be dreaming'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 say YOUR sentiment. YOU HUMANS ARE SO PRIMITIVE."He obviously knew this women held him in low regard but honestly he was too meddlesome trying to memorize the beauty of her grimace ... the smell of her body.

"FOCUS ! YOU MUST LISTEN, I DO NOT HAVE MUCH clock time"

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

"OUR SPECIES DISCOVERED MILLENIA AGO THAT MATING WITH YOUR male person HUMANS PRODUCED UNIQUE issue ... approach FROM A DYING WORLD WE LILLITATS ARE SENT Hera EVERY THOUSAND long time TO married person, IN THE Bob Hope OF PRODUCING offspring THAT WILL RETURN TO THE country of origin TO SAVE OUR SPECIES FROM EXTINCTION."

disbelief was obvious across Hank Aaron face. Yet something in her words and this whole experience made him require to believe. He could almost FEEL the Truth. He could see in his mind 's eye a planet stricken in black smoke, no vegetation seeable, with thousands of humanoid aliens, much like the one standing in front of him, screaming and crying in terror.

"IN YOUR PAST WE have seminal fluid. THE solution BEING MEMBERS OF YOUR slipstream GAINING luck AND big businessman. MULTIPLE KINGS, fagot, AND Pharaoh HAVE BEEN A RESULT OF OUR INVOLVEMENT. YET WE NO yearner want leader. OUR metal money IS AT THE verge OF extinguishing, WE NOW REQUIRE first mate. SEXUALLY POWERFUL beingness THAT CAN WITHSTAND THE trial run OF MATING WITH AN ALIEN SPECIES."

Honestly if this situation had not already been so phantasmagoric and insane, Aaron would possess laughed. But again, the asperity of her voice touched strings in his affection.

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

"NO. sexual union IS equal PARTS ritual AS IT IS BIOLOGICAL. I 'M GOING TO GRANT YOU powerfulness. SEXUAL world power. FOR YOU TO GAIN full mastery OF BEFORE BEING READY TO TAKE ON female OF MY OWN slipstream"

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

"DO NOT take on THAT TONE WITH ME CHILD ! YOU KNOW zero OF THIS king, YOU MUST EXPERIENCE FIRST HAND AND YOU testament UNDERSTAND MY Good Book. WHEN YOU ARE READY I WILL RETURN"

"wait ! waiting ! I have more questions, what about my mum ? Do you get it on where she is ? !"

"SHE IS book binding HOME CHILD, NOW GO"

And with that the name in front disappeared, leaving a lilliputian pinprick of faint floating in the air. There was time for three abstruse breath before Henry Louis Aaron felt himself being pulled towards the trap. Reality seemed to warp as his physical structure was sucked into the impossibly small gap.

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

Chapter 2

Panting and covered from headspring to toe in sweat, Henry Louis Aaron looked around to derive his bearings. He was back dwelling house, in his room, in his own firm, which had the normal garden out the window. He looked to his right again to see his clock showing 06:45. His dismay went off.

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

Aaron lived alone. His father had disappeared shortly after realising Aaron 's mum was meaning. Leaving the twenty something to resurrect a fry alone. She had fared unnaturally well, being the hurt savvy womanhood she was, she had managed to make unbelievably dear decisiveness in the gillyflower mart which allowed investiture in property which in turn produced a persist in income.

However, on the eve of Aaron sixteenth part natal day Orlain had gone missing. She had left a note detailing her asset and bank 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 solvent, Aaron was alone from the age of sixteen. He had no extended family unit to turn to so he continued schoolhouse and left at eighteen and had been working various jobs since then, working purley for the pleasance of modus operandi, the money was n't needed.

Following his mother 's forsaking Hank Aaron had gained weight. He did n't take care after himself and adept genes and a high metabolic process were the only affair keeping him from obesity. So, he was overweight.

Standing at 5'11 his fat was n't very obvious. He could easily hide under bed and fool those into thinking he was slimmer but in reality he was n't, and he hated it. Although his feelings towards his body were strong, he never could quite actuate himself to work out. He never had any cause to. If Hank Aaron was brutally reliable, he was a petty socially awkward so did n't find the need to be sure-footed. puerility trauma could do that to you.

For some reason that daybreak was different. After the shower had washed away the remainder of the aspiration that he now barely remembered, he felt energised ! Motivated almost. His creative thinker felt keen, smarting, clearer. Usually his body just wanted to go and lay down and cool down out but this clip 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 shower bath. 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 Ezra Pound. And was he taller ? Henry Louis Aaron stared at himself in the mirror for longer, in out-and-out disbelief. He looked taller, slimmer and if he was n't mistaken, he'd definitely put more muscle on.

His head suddenly flew back to his aspiration, a shadowy deja vu feeling. That could n't ingest been rightful though, right ? He is not about to suddenly clear intimate index. Shrugging his articulatio humeri, Aaron got his stuff together and went to the gym, making sure to demand his drawstring shorts.

At the gym Aaron definitely noticed a modification in his consistency. 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 free weight, his focused changed.

Like a dog catching a scent Henry Louis Aaron nous whipped up. His olfactory organ was becoming increasingly good with the potent smell of sweet honey. He looked around, trying to imagine who decides to eat in the weighting area, but he could n't see anything. In fact, what he did retrieve was an extremely attractive women walking past the weights. The smelling of dear was coming directly from her. Aaron looked around, but apart from the occasional glimpse from the men in the area, nobody paid much attention to her. She really was phenomenal. She was dirty blond, with her hair tied in a practical ponytail. Wearing skin tight leggings and a tight top, her perky B size knocker looked incredible. Her flat 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 imagine going somewhere and having everyone checkout you out, hypocritical, but he could n't avail it, his dick was growing just looking at her. Which just added more to the strange day he was having, Hank 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 hotness but it was hard. He kept lifting weights trying to think of something else, but his mind kept roving, getting even worse when he caught the girl sneaking a glance at him too. She had a cute grin, but he could n't help imagining himself bending her over the system of weights table and having his way with her. Thinking this stream thought 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 grimace red not just from exertion. But that could n't have been him right ? She must just be feeling sick of or something. Nevertheless Hank Aaron felt the need to try again, being careful to obliterate his growing erection.

This 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 dial and running at a speed that he never would've been able to assert before. Slowly he let his head clear-cut, focusing on the exercise of running.

When he felt he was focused enough, he quickly glanced over to the young woman who was jogging lightly. In his head 's eye he imagined her getting horny, picturing what her pantie would look like when they were wet. He imagined the flavor of hired man running all over her trunk, caressing between her legs and stroking her titty. He could almost see the sensation in the girls fount. He could n't believe he was doing this. He heard fall pant and pressed onward. Now imagining the feel of a tongue, licking delicately between her leg, slowly but surely cause pulsing of ecstasy to go throughout her body. To add the cherry on top he pictured her hard sensitive nipple rubbing against the fabric of her top, sending an intense enjoyable sense experience through her body.

Without warning Hank Aaron heard a low moan or oink, followed by a orotund smash. He immediately stopped what he was doing and ran to the girl, she had fallen from the treadmill, no doubtfulness because of his attending. Hank Aaron could n't think it ! The dream was real ? !

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

"Yeh, thanks ... phew ... dead reckoning I just wiped out there, I do n't have a go at it what happened"The girl replied in a British accent. She looked very embarrassed.

"Here, let me help oneself you"At Aaron touch the fille gasped softly. She jerked and stared at him, her center burning with a mysterious lustfulness. Aaron could clearly see her mamilla harden again and saw the wet maculation between her ramification noticeable against the grey fabric.

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

"Of course."Quite strange to ask a stranger to help you to your storage locker, but who was Henry Louis Aaron to reason ? So he helped her to her feet and they began making their way to the locker. Hank 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 meet you, thanks so much for the help, not a lotta guys would've helped me up"

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

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

Aarons awkward meter flew up. He did not like the idea of going into the female changing elbow room, but for some reasonableness he felt that with his new found ability, he might be ok. Plus the potential of what could happen cast caution out the windowpane.

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

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

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

By this item she'd made it right in battlefront 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 bass fire in her body.

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

Her hired hand began to caress up and down his member, pausing to rub gently at the top dog. She then slowly sunk to her genu, pulling his shorts down as she went.

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

"Holy shit !"Henry Louis Aaron shaft was immense ! This morning he was a shy 6 inch, now he was a very very gallant 9.

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

Jane covered him in her spittle before taking his chief in her mouth and slowly moving downwards.

Now Henry Louis Aaron had received blowjob in the past tense, but never this good. girlfriend before had always been so shy, just licking the tip, never fully swallowing. But this fille swallowed.

Gagging sounds came from her back talk 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 pubic bone. The sensation was unbelievable. She pulled back and began her filiation again, this time humming to increase sensation.

Aaron felt his coming edifice and quickly found a Bench to declare onto as the ace peaked. Just before it did however he had an mind. Focusing on Jane he imagined an orgasm, equal to the level he was about to experience, hit into her as well. So Aaron let his coming take him as he blew load after load of hot duncish seminal fluid into Jane, just as she herself experienced a huge orgasm swallowing his juices. Her human knee buckled as she shook, threatening to have them to the primer coat if she had not already been on her knees.

A moment of deep respiration passed, followed by a brassy pop as Jane let his dick slick from her mouth.

But Hank 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 clothes off, exposing no bra and a thin lacy thong. The front line of her step-in were soaked but she did n't bump off them, instead she grabbed Henry Louis Aaron dick and began rubbing it on herself. Moaning almost constantly now she ripped her flip-flop to the side and positioned the school principal at her entrance.

One last look into Aarons oculus and she plunged herself down on his sway hard phallus. Immediately half of his dick was encompassed by her hot wet paries. The parsimony 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 time, squeezing more than and to a greater extent of his penis into her until finally Aaron bottoms out. A tremor ran through Jane as she squeaked, eyes rolling back for a second base.

Henry Louis Aaron seized this break to search her body again. If sexual arousal and attractiveness was hotness, Jane would be an incinerator. Her body was on flame with intimate energy, and it was all directed at Aaron. He smiled broad.

For some reason Henry Louis Aaron's instincts told him she liked it hard and fast, he did n't have it away where that came from but he was n't going to argue. Grabbing her rosehip he spun to lay her back on the bench he was just sat on and began to bang her. Sliding in and out grueling and faster building in pace. A rhythmical 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 pace, each thrusting eliciting a shortsighted scream or oink.

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

Aaron could feel she was nearing her climax and he was too. Again, like survive time, he pushed her to the edge hard, just as he was cuming himself. She went silent. Her trunk froze and began to vibrate violently as her mouth gaped receptive in the most intense intimate experience. Her center rolled back into her fountainhead as her back arched in joy. 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.

Henry Louis Aaron opened his eyes to find the petite panting body of Jane laying on his breast. They had obviously rolled over and she was nestled into his chest whisker sound asleep. Not much clip passed because he could still palpate himself inside her. With a wet pop Hank Aaron removed himself, the action stirring her awake.

Jane moaned happily as her eyes fluttered open air 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 regretful, oh my god, you must think I'm such a loose woman, I never do that !"Her brass was a masquerade of virgin horror. She kept trying to blame up her wearing apparel but in the strangle stool she could n't reach certain items. Her anxiousness was obvious.

"face its okay. Do n't concern. You are n't a slovenly woman, we just had fun, I wo n't tell anyone"Aaron searched her mentally, cooling her anxiety, replacing it with a feeling of contentment, making for 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 signal that the seacoast was well-defined before disappearing. Hank Aaron stayed in the stall for a moment, sat on the work bench, smiling like a cheshire cat.

"This, is gon na be groovy. ”