Rise of a Free Love Empire

Gene's workday began like any other; get up at 9:30, get ready for the day, and leave for work at 10:30 on the town's local bus service. Today was a Friday, so he was grateful for the end of another work week. His job? A dishwasher at the local burger joint. Exciting, right?

About him, Gene was 29 years old, and his 30th birthday is tomorrow. Go Gene, right? Not really, he's just another late blooming virgin, with most of the stereotypes to go with it. He's short in stature, at 5 foot 2, and a wimpy 4 inch dick. It's on the thick side, so he kinda had something to like about it. He enjoys wasting time on his pc games, yadda yadda. No first kiss, no first girlfriend, you get the drift.

On his rides to work, Gene usually has a small bus to himself, save for the creepy old guy driving, and some creep who constantly stares at every woman he sees. Gene enjoys the schadenfreude every time he sees one of them give Steve the finger.

So Gene gets to work, and expects a normal work day. But today is different. As soon as Gene walks in the door, his boss tells him he's being let go. Some bullshit about him being unable to keep up with the frantic work pace. Woohoo, right? So Gene gets to work one last shift. When that was over, he came back out to enjoy the freezing weather. As a snow lover, Gene always enjoyed the typical Minnesota winters, and today turned out to be a surprise; 10 degrees F, and a massive snowstorm had formed after his final shift started, and a now-rapidly thickening 6-inch snow pack on the ground. Which was curious, since the weather forecast said it was supposed to be sunny. He wished it would never end, but naturally that wasn't possible. And with this whole global warming bs, Gene knew he could only enjoy this for so much longer.

Looking to the south, Gene sees continuous flashing lightning in the clouds, traveling to the west at a rapid pace. He originally thought it was part of the thundersnow storm, but as soon as it started turning towards his area, he knew it was anything but. Within moments, the continuous "lightning" ceased as an elongated, pyramidal, and deep blue alien craft emerged from the clouds and fog, and began hovering several feet above the parking lot. When it settled down into a vacant spot after turning around, a beautiful humanoid alien stepped out of her ship. She seemed about 4 foot 11, long red hair extending to her waist, blue-ish skin, and elf ears. She was dressed in a brown business attire, but Gene could tell she had to be at least an F cup, and on the chubby-ish side, but in all the right places.

She walked up to him with a smile and asked, "Is this Gene?" He nervously glanced around, but she seemed trustworthy, with her sexy chubby figure and her smile, Gene figured he'd answer.

"Geee, I dunno. Should I tell you, or leave ya hanging?" The alien woman giggled. "Oh, Gene. I always knew you had that great sense of humor."

"Thank you. But yes, this is Gene, nice too meet you!"

"I'm Nucleina, nice to meet you too!" They shook hands.

"So what brings ya here?" Gene asked.

"Oh yeah, I have an offer for you, Gene. I've been keeping track of your online shenanigans, and I feel like there's something in you that sets you... different than others with your aspirations," Nucleina stated.

"Oh yeah? How so?"

"Well, I don't have too much time, and your police people will be here soon, but... How would you like me to help you make your dreams come true, like your political ambitions, your ideal free love society, and all that sexy stuff?"

"Oh wow..." Gene responded...