As the creature drifted back into a deep slumber, its foreign consciousness explored the familiar territory of dreams. Instead of dreaming of its travels through the cosmos, the parasite found itself immersed in memories of childhood games and the bittersweet experiences of school assignments. Suddenly, the parasite was roused from its dream state by the sound of a gruff male voice calling out to Aaron.
"Hey, buddy. It's time to wake up," the gruff voice said as it poked at the boy. The alien didn't need to scan Aaron's memories to know it was his father. Without a second thought, the creature found itself responding instinctively, its new body's ingrained behaviors guiding its words.
"Dad," Aaron mumbled, his voice a perfect imitation of the boy's own. "Five more minutes?"
Aaron's father, his tone leaving no room for argument, replied, "Nope. This is your last chance since I've been trying to wake you up for an hour. Get yourself ready. We're going to the lake."
Guided by the mannerisms of his new body, the alien rubbed the sleep from its eyes, yawned, and stretched its limbs. With a heavy sigh, it dragged its bare feet across the cold, wooden floor and left the bedroom. The creature made its way to the bathroom, closing the door behind it as it began to prepare for the day ahead.
As the alien removed its pajamas, it couldn't help but marvel at the strange sensations coursing through its new human body. The creature ran its hands over its small, lithe frame, fingers tracing the contours of its smooth chest and stomach. Each touch sent a thrill of exhilaration through the parasite's consciousness, its neurons firing in response to the sensation of gliding fingernails on human skin.
The alien stepped closer to the mirror, taking a few moments to study its reflection. Rifling through Aaron's memories, it recalled how many people admired the boy's physical features. Most aliens in the cosmos revered displays of strength such as bulging muscles or gargantuan sizes. While humans also appreciated these traits, including Aaron's fascination with wrestlers, they also had a unique admiration for those who were diminutive, smooth, and adorable–qualities that Aaron possessed in abundance. People often pinched Aaron's cheeks as a sign of their adoration for him. On the other hand, his uncles played with his cuteness by opening his trousers and commenting on his small "family jewels."
Speaking of which, the alien's eyes drew downward, studying the delicate folds of skin and the small, flaccid penis that hung between its legs. The creature understood that this appendage marked it as a male of the species, but a juvenile one given its size. With a tentative touch, the parasite reached down and gently cupped its hands around its genitals, feeling the warmth and softness of the flesh against its palm.
Experimentally, the alien stroked itself, believing it to be the right thing to do. As it continued its explorations, the boy's penis swelled and hardened. His little dick grew warmer, its pink head peeking slightly from its fleshy hood. His fingers briefly brushed against his slit and it sent crackling energy throughout his body. The experience made him stumble backward and stare at his breathy reflection.
"That was… That was new," The alien knows about the bliss of procreation, but somehow, that euphoria was multiplied several in humans. He has traveled the cosmos possessing different alien bodies and experiencing this, but everything else paled compared to the cock throbbing between his tiny hands. He was about to continue when he was startled to reality by a barrage of knocks on the door.
"Aaron, are you gonna be much longer in there? We gotta hit the road! Your clothes are prepared in your room. I better see you in the car in 30 minutes." Aaron's father called out impatiently.
With a final glance at its reflection, the alien released its grip on its now-flaccid penis and quickly finished its morning routine. The mindless nature of bathing allowed the creature to run its body on autopilot, completing the necessary steps with ease. Once dressed in a comfortable shirt and trousers, he made his way outside where his uncles, aunts, and cousins lay waiting.
Aaron was suddenly pulled to the sides by a man with a bald head, likely in his early 40s. Despite the mature looks, his eyes twinkled with mischief often seen in Aaron's younger cousins. "Did little Aaron have bath troubles?"
Aaron's father chuckled, shaking his head. "He ain't a kid no more, Ric. He can take care of himself, but he could surely be quicker."
Uncle Eric's expression softened, a nostalgic gleam in his eyes. "Aww, I still remember the time when I bathed you when you were no more larger than my arm."
Aaron looked at Uncle Eric's arm, which seemed massive compared to his diminutive form. That was the display of strength revered in the cosmos, and it was a stark contrast to the adorable appearance of his current body. However, it understood that being small had its quirks, especially in this primitive Earth vehicle. His small size dictated that he sit on the back, which was the safest spot in case of a crash. Seating in the backseat also allowed him to sit with Uncle Eric. His uncle made no hesitation to pull Aaron's trousers and praise the growth of his family jewels.
"You'll have hair down there before you know it," Uncle Eric smiled.
"Ric, he's eight. He doesn't need to hear such things."
"Come on. I know yours grew by age ten."
"Ric," Aaron's dad gazed daggers on the rearview mirror. "Drop it."
"Okay, okay. I'm just jostling your knackers."
While the two adults talked with each other, Aaron's proximity to his uncle let him pick up the interesting aroma emanating from his body. Especially on that spot here his massive arms connected with his equally massive body.