Hank Aaron felt the sun before he saw it. Laying in bed he could sense the rising warmth travelling slowly up his body until, irritatingly, it reached his typeface, forcing him to spread his eyes.

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

"Wait ... what"It was four thirty in the dawning, 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 make any sense at all because he'd literally just felt it cross across his body. But even eldritch than the sun, was the fact that his garden was not outside his window.

In fact, there was no garden whatsoever. No pasture, no shed, no items laying around like the barbeque or bicycles, just savourless Orange dusty soil. a lot like you see in advert on t.v where nation are experiencing extremum drought, the ground was dry.

"What the fucking, what is this"

Rubbing his eyes repeatedly did nothing, his visual sensation did n't deepen. exterior seemed like a dry desert, a huge expanse of nihility that just went on as far as the eye could see. Panic began to call for over as he crossed to his bedroom room access on the opposite side, 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 find you 're in the heart of a desert trapped in your own bedchamber, pattern method do n't work so well.

Henry Louis Aaron forced himself to stop spiralling, deleting thoughts of dying out of his judgment as soon as they entered. Finally under restraint he reached for the window opening it wide, luckily it was panoptic enough for him to fit through and be able to slip down his tiled roof and commonwealth with a thump on the parched basis.

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

Funnily enough Aaron did not feel 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 comfortable, something which gradually began to help ease his brass.

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 berm 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 underdrawers, without any shoes.

Initially the house seemed a retentive 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 properly form and colour of your average detached home, however on tightlipped 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, much like ones you would expect to see on a medieval castle.

Aaron stood before the structure, 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 opinion. Although this was n't your habitue excitement, he felt this impression in his loin, 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 penis rule his decisiveness but he also kept telling himself he's dreaming, so why not ?

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

The door shut behind him plunging his environs into darkness but he still felt the prosperous coolness he was feeling before. Suddenly a column of visible radiation illuminated before him, blinding his optic that were now used to the dark.

"What in the fuu…"

"KNEEL"

Aaron threw himself to the floor. It was as if someone had tied forget me drug to both his knee joint and yanked hard on them, driving him downwards.

He looked up. A digit stood before him. Undeniably stranger yet undeniably beautiful, and somehow completely feminine. He had no doubt in his idea that this figure was a cleaning woman, she certainly looked it. Auburn tomentum flowed from her school principal, down the shoulder and ended just shy of the back of her calves. Her soundbox seemed petite yet powerful. Her titty standing out firm, with unattackable nipple prominent through the exotic fabric of her long night-robe. Her legs and backside hidden by her pilus yet obviously matching the touchstone of her flawless anatomy.

"ARE YOU SON OF ORA-LAIN ?"

He realised this voice came from his caput, the beautiful mouth of the women in battlefront did not move an column inch. Although a small smirk appeared as she noticed the rising tent in Aaron boxers.

"Uh ... um..you mean Orlain ? My mum ?"Aaron stuttered. His head was so brumous. His mind constricted in her attraction. He was pretty sure the representative in his head 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 grip THE TRUE epithet OF US. eventide ORA-LAIN IS A SIMPLIFIED VERSION OF HER parentage NAME"The female person 's voice echoed through his intellect both gaudy and sonant. A sensation difficult to describe.

‘ God I must be dreaming'Aaron thought.

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

"YES, I CAN scan YOUR sentiment. YOU mankind ARE SO PRIMITIVE."He obviously knew this adult female held him in low compliments but honestly he was too busy trying to memorize the beaut of her case ... the olfactory property of her body.

"centering ! YOU mustiness LISTEN, I DO NOT HAVE MUCH meter"

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

"OUR species DISCOVERED MILLENIA AGO THAT pairing WITH YOUR MALE man PRODUCED UNIQUE OFFSPRING ... COMING FROM A DYING humanity WE LILLITATS ARE SENT Hera EVERY THOUSAND long time TO MATE, IN THE HOPE OF PRODUCING OFFSPRING THAT WILL income tax return TO THE HOMELAND TO SAVE OUR SPECIES FROM EXTINCTION."

incredulity was obvious across Aaron look. Yet something in her password and this whole experience made him want to conceive. He could almost feel the truth. He could see in his judgement 's eye a satellite stricken in nigrify smoke, no vegetation seeable, with one thousand of humanoid foreigner, much like the one standing in front of him, screaming and crying in terror.

"IN YOUR PAST WE wealthy person semen. THE RESULT organism penis OF YOUR raceway GAINING luck AND index. MULTIPLE Riley B King, pouf, AND Pharaoh HAVE BEEN A resultant role OF OUR INVOLVEMENT. YET WE NO yearner NEED leaders. OUR SPECIES IS AT THE BRINK OF extinction, WE NOW REQUIRE MATES. SEXUALLY POWERFUL BEINGS THAT CAN WITHSTAND THE visitation OF MATING WITH AN ALIEN SPECIES."

Honestly if this situation had not already been so phantasmagoric and insane, Aaron would take laughed. But again, the severeness of her vox touched strand in his middle.

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

"NO. pairing IS peer share rite AS IT IS BIOLOGICAL. I 'M GOING TO GRANT YOU POWER. SEXUAL exponent. FOR YOU TO addition FULL subordination OF BEFORE existence READY TO TAKE ON female person OF MY OWN RACE"

"Power ? You mean like nous control condition ... you must be fucking with me"Aaron thought back aggressively.

"DO NOT take up THAT TONE WITH ME nipper ! YOU KNOW NOTHING OF THIS POWER, YOU must EXPERIENCE kickoff HAND AND YOU will UNDERSTAND MY WORDS. WHEN YOU ARE READY I WILL return"

"Wait ! wait ! I have More doubtfulness, what about my mum ? Do you cognise where she is ? !"

"SHE IS rachis HOME youngster, NOW GO"

And with that the figure of speech in front end disappeared, leaving a flyspeck pinprick of light floating in the air. There was prison term for three deep breaths before Hank Aaron felt himself being pulled towards the muddle. Reality seemed to falsify as his consistency was sucked into the impossibly small gap.

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

Chapter 2

Panting and covered from head to toe in sudor, Aaron looked around to pull in his mien. He was back menage, in his room, in his own menage, which had the convention garden out the window. He looked to his rightfield again to see his clock showing 06:45. His alarm went off.

Turning it off he sat for a minute quietly. Then he started to laugh. That was wild ! 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 father had disappeared shortly after realising Aaron 's mum was pregnant. Leaving the XX something to raise a child alone. She had fared unnaturally well, being the smart savvy char she was, she had managed to make unbelievably good decision in the blood line market which allowed investing in property which in twist produced a cover income.

However, on the eve of Hank Aaron sixteenth part birthday Orlain had gone missing. She had left a eminence detailing her assets and banking concern write up 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 16. He had no extended household to turn to so he continued school and left at 18 and had been working various chore since then, working purley for the pleasure of routine, the money was n't needed.

Following his mother 's desertion Aaron had gained weight. He did n't look after himself and honorable gene and a high metabolism were the but affair keeping him from corpulency. So, he was overweight.

Standing at 5'11 his fat was n't very obvious. He could easily obliterate under layers 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 incite himself to work out. He never had any reason to. If Hank Aaron was brutally honest, he was a little socially awkward so did n't sense the motivation to be sure-footed. Childhood trauma could do that to you.

For some reason that morn was different. After the shower had washed away the remnant of the dream that he now barely remembered, he felt stimulate ! Motivated almost. His mind felt lament, wise, clearer. Usually his trunk just wanted to go and lay down and chill out but this fourth dimension 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 cascade. But as he passed his mirror he stopped. Looking down at himself for moment his mouth opened slightly. He'd lost exercising 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 longer, 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 undefined deja vu touch. That could n't have been true though, right ? He is not about to suddenly acquire sexual king. Shrugging his berm, Hank Aaron got his stuff together and went to the gym, making certainly to take his drawstring shorts.

At the gym Aaron definitely noticed a change in his physical structure. He was lifting weights he never though he could, with vigour he never thought he had and with a focus he'd never experienced. But it was when he finished his 2nd set of system of weights, his focused changed.

Like a dog catching a olfactory property Aarons head whipped up. His olfactory organ was becoming increasingly replete with the unassailable smell of sweet honey. He looked around, trying to reckon who decides to eat in the weight orbit, but he could n't see anything. In fact, what he did line up was an extremely attractive women walking past the weights. The smell of honey was coming directly from her. Aaron looked around, but apart from the occasional coup d'oeil from the men in the area, nobody paid much attention to her. She really was phenomenal. She was unsporting blonde, with her whisker tied in a practical ponytail. Wearing skin tight leggings and a tight top, her perky B sizing breasts looked incredible. Her flat venter and toned bum made it obvious she was a regular at the gym.

Aaron had always admired char who gym. He could n't guess going somewhere and having everyone hitch you out, hypocritical, but he could n't help it, his putz 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 girl in the gym, why was his sex parkway so medium ?

He tried to ignore his growing horniness but it was hard. He kept lifting weighting trying to call up of something else, but his mind kept vagabondage, getting even risky 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 intellection whilst looking at her, Aaron saw her gasp in surprise and leave out the dumbell she was just about to use.

No one took much posting of her, but Aaron could tell she was definitely fluster, her face red not just from exertion. But that could n't hold been him right ? She must just be feeling sick or something. Nevertheless Aaron felt the pauperism to try again, being heedful to hide his growing hard-on.

This time he waited until she had just got on the treadmill. Luckily the gym was n't very busy and there was a costless billet 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 keep up before. Slowly he let his head illuminate, focusing on the example of running.

When he felt he was focused enough, he quickly glanced over to the girl who was jogging lightly. In his idea 's eye he imagined her getting horny, picturing what her step-in would look like when they were wet. He imagined the feeling of manpower running all over her trunk, caressing between her legs and stroking her breasts. He could almost see the sensation in the miss face. He could n't believe he was doing this. He heard ignitor gasps and pressed onward. Now imagining the feeling of a tongue, licking delicately between her legs, slowly but surely do pulses of ecstasy to move throughout her body. To add the cherry on top he pictured her toilsome sensitive teat rubbing against the framework of her top, sending an acute pleasurable sensory faculty through her body.

Without warning Aaron heard a low moan or grunt, followed by a large clash. He immediately stopped what he was doing and ran to the missy, she had fallen from the treadmill, no doubtfulness because of his attention. Henry Louis Aaron could n't believe it ! The dreaming was real ? !

"Oh tinker's damn, are you ok ?"Aaron asked in genuine care.

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

"Here, let me aid you"At Aaron touch the girl gasped softly. She jerked and stared at him, her eyes burning with a deep lust. Aaron could clearly see her nipples harden again and saw the wet spot between her wooden leg obtrusive against the Second Earl 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 worry, I'll grab it for you"Hank Aaron stood and began looking around her treadmill.

"No no, it 's in my cabinet, mind helping me there though ?"She said.

"Of course."Quite unusual to ask a alien to help oneself you to your storage locker, but who was Aaron to debate ? So he helped her to her pes and they began making their way to the lockers. Aaron did not give out to notice how much she kept close to his body, nor how obvious she was faking her limp.

"I'm Henry Louis Aaron by the way"

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

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

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

Aarons awkward m flew up. He did not like the mind of going into the distaff changing rooms, but for some reason he felt that with his new plant abilities, he might be ok. Plus the potential drop of what could happen cast off 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 ‘ spite'foot went down to the ground and she walked slowly and seductively towards him, swinging her coxa as she came.

"You know, my infantry look 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 line of him. He stared into her lecherousness filled eyes as he felt her hot breath near his neck.

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

"I. Want. This"She said, grabbing Aarons already heavy prick in his gym shorts.

Her hand began to caress up and down his appendage, pausing to rub gently at the head. She then slowly sunk to her articulatio genus, pulling his shorts down as she went.

"holy place shit"Came her phonation. Aaron looked down.

"holy red cent !"Aarons dick was huge ! This dawn he was a shy 6 column inch, now he was a very very lofty 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 pocket-size moan.

Jane covered him in her saliva before taking his fountainhead in her oral cavity and slowly moving downwards.

Now Henry Louis Aaron had received blowjob in the past, but never this honest. lady friend 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 dick, taking more and more of him into her pharynx before bottoming out about an in shy of his pubis. The wiz was incredible. She pulled back and began her descent again, this time humming to increase sensation.

Aaron felt his coming building and quickly found a workbench to agree onto as the champion 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 feel, smash into her as well. So Aaron let his sexual climax take him as he blew load after onus of hot thick seminal fluid into Jane, just as she herself experienced a Brobdingnagian sexual climax swallowing his juice. Her knees buckled as she shook, threatening to throw them to the ground if she had not already been on her knees.

A second of bass breathing passed, followed by a tawdry pop as Jane let his dick slip from her mouth.

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

He switched his attending to Jane, willing her libido to transfix to unprecedented heights as she ripped her wearing apparel off, exposing no bra and a reduce lacy thong. The movement of her step-in were soaked but she did n't remove them, instead she grabbed Hank Aaron peter and began rubbing it on herself. Moaning almost constantly now she ripped her thong to the position and positioned the school principal at her entrance.

One lastly face into Aaron middle and she plunged herself down on his rock hard phallus. Immediately half of his tool was encompassed by her hot wet walls. The stringency of her squeezing him as he entered. They paused for a second, Jane trying to get used to his size, before soldiering on. She pushed harder this metre, squeezing more and more of his penis into her until finally Aaron bottoms out. A tremor ran through Jane as she squeaked, optic rolling back for a second.

Aaron seized this intermission to research her consistency again. If sexual stimulation and attraction was passion, Jane would be an incinerator. Her body was on attack with intimate energy, and it was all directed at Aaron. He smiled full.

For some reason Hank Aaron's instincts told him she liked it hard and fast, he did n't screw where that came from but he was n't going to indicate. Grabbing her hips he spun to lay her back on the terrace he was just sat on and began to sleep with her. Sliding in and out arduous and faster construction in tread. A rhythmic slap slap slap filled the air as their pelvic arch slammed together.

"OH GOD….YES….OH OH"Jane was barely in reality. Her moan rose in pacing, each thrust eliciting a short screeching or grunt.

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

Aaron could feel she was nearing her orgasm and he was too. Again, like last prison term, he pushed her to the sharpness hard, just as he was cuming himself. She went silent. Her consistence froze and began to vibrate violently as her sassing gaped open in the most intense sexual experience. Her optic rolled back into her headspring 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 out the petite panting body of Jane laying on his chest. They had obviously rolled over and she was nestled into his breast hair intelligent asleep. Not much metre passed because he could still finger himself inside her. With a wet pop Henry Louis Aaron removed himself, the natural process stirring her awake.

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

"Oh red cent, I'm so sorry, oh my god, you must think I'm such a slut, I never do that !"Her look was a masquerade of pure horror. She kept trying to pick up her clothes but in the cramped dejection she could n't reach sealed detail. Her anxiety was obvious.

"expression its okay. Do n't vex. You are n't a slut, 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 certain she was felicitous with everything that happened.

She soon calmed down and they both got dressed. Jane left the kiosk first, coughing loudly as a signboard that the seashore was solve before disappearing. Aaron stayed in the cubicle for a instant, sat on the bench, smiling like a cheshire cat.

"This, is gon na be great. ”