Pushing Naughty Buttons (Alien Monster Erotica) (2 page)

“Mmmm,” Rod hummed, sliding his other hand up
his thigh. He looked up and saw Tim standing right in front of him,
his cock so close to his body that he could feel its heat. “Tim,
what’s h-happening to me?” Tim didn’t answer. The more Rod looked
at him, the more he noticed Tim’s skin was stained with something
dark that was dripping down the front of him and swirling about his
feet.

It looked red - like
blood
.

Now drunk with pleasure from his button, Rod
didn’t have time to react. The trainer extended his dark right
hand, then gently placed his palm against the back of Rod’s neck.
The skin felt rough and calloused, the hairs on his neck trembling
against Tim’s rocky flesh. As Tim’s arm warmed Rod’s left shoulder,
more redness dripped from Tim’s forearm and down Rod’s chest like
pencil-thin suspenders. Tim’s other hand clasped Rod’s jaw and
tilted it upward. Rod gasped as Tim’s face descended into his.

Tim kissed him, long and deep.

Rod tasted copper in Tim’s mouth, but he
didn’t care anymore. He kissed him back, then thrust his tongue
inside. Tim’s hand released his chin, then reached behind him. When
he squeezed Rod’s right buttock, their two lips parted. Rod moaned,
then lowered his head, kissing Tim’s right nipple. Tim hissed, then
slid his hands back up to Rod’s shoulders. As Tim pressed Rod down,
letting more red trails drip down his body, he began to turn his
button even faster, releasing even more pleasure. The more he did,
the harder Tim pressed, and Rod found himself on his knees,
face-to-face with the angry head of Tim’s throbbing cock.

A few rotations later, Rod’s button stopped
spinning. Suddenly determined to keep the sensation going, Rod’s
wet fingers moved left, then right, then finally found the most
sensitive spot near the middle. His heart raced when his fingers
rubbed the spot faster and faster, the button becoming hotter and
hotter to his touch.

With his free hand, Rod grabbed Tim’s shaft
in earnest, then guided the tip into his mouth. His mouth wide
open, tongue circumnavigating the trainer’s tip, Rod rubbed himself
harder. Tim tasted delicious. He was glad Tim wasn’t using any
soap. The copper of the blood mixed perfectly with his musk. He
couldn’t stop himself from sucking down all five inches. Rod
released his button for a moment and set to work teasing Tim’s
massive testicles in his grip, kneading his swaying sack between
his fingers. He could feel the trainer’s own heartbeat throb
through his hands, and as he continued to suck him off, Tim’s hands
were now tugging the hair on the back of his head.

Something about the pleasures made his free
hand grab his chest, and his palm felt another heaviness, another
cold metal crater rising around the bounds of his left nipple. In
time, the other nipple followed suit, and the flesh at the center
of each grew into smaller red plastic buttons. He released Tim’s
balls to take the left button between his thumb and forefinger and
found it just as sensitive as its larger counterpart between his
legs. He twisted it clockwise, then counterclockwise, and rubbed
its curve.

The button on his right nipple locked-up much
faster than the one between his legs. He didn’t even know he pushed
it until he felt it spring back up again.

Slowly, gently, something new filled his
chest, expanding the tight skin beneath so that it started to swell
and squish around his fingers. As the growth fattened into the
supple curves of a large breast, the button’s spring stiffened,
pressing the plastic into Rod’s palm. The cradle reverted into pink
flesh and was now starting to shrink around the button, coaxing it
into fading pink as well. The button then began to compress under
mounting pressure as the surrounding force twisted it and its
density increased.

When Rod’s fingers pinched the fleshy nub
that remained, the spike of pleasure made him bring his other hand
to the button between his legs. His wet fingers pushed it down.

This button did not spring back, but rather
felt like it was melting beneath his fingertips. The sensitive
center melted first, collapsing into a groove along the button’s
diameter, and a slick dampness started to coat his digits. The
plastic button then started to stretch wider, reverting to flesh
much quicker than its smaller counterpart. As the groove
lengthened, Rod’s scrotum swiftly melted into nothingness. He felt
nothing more than the sensation of putting on a tight pair of
briefs.

In reality, the change was more profound: the
groove had acquired the feel and appearance of a vagina. Two
fingers slid into the squishy void the change created and, for the
first time, he felt a new pleasure. Strong-smelling juices coated
his fingers and ran down the insides of his toned thighs as each
digit slid in, then out, then in again. It was not long before his
free hand activated the other nipple button and another breast grew
up from beneath.

With two fingers of one hand rooting deep
inside her juicy crotch and the other hand switching between Tim’s
cock and her breasts, Rod felt the rest of her body rearrange
itself into that of a woman, lean muscles gently squeezed away into
a series of soft curves. She moaned loudly as her smooth body
tingled, sending a shiver through Tim’s delicious cock.

Tim came without warning. All at once, the
trainer’s hips shunted forward, and a huge gob of cum blasted down
Rod’s throat. Rod gulped it down quickly, breathing in the musk of
Tim’s pubes as his lips kissed his base. For several seconds, Rod
suckled at Tim’s retreating shaft, claiming his essence as his
own.

The pain from before was now a distant
memory. With her thumb teasing the hooded nub of her clit, Rod
confronted her first orgasm without fear. As Tim’s cock fell out of
her mouth, she screamed to the ceiling as it her climax flowed
through her in hot, undulating waves.

When Rod was finished, she flopped onto her
buttocks, elbows against the tiles. She gasped, then continued to
caress her new body. She noticed her hair was slightly longer than
before, her sticky cream-covered fingers narrower and smoother. She
was also in heat - her whole body alive with sensations that
demanded attention.

To her relief, Tim got down on all fours and
joined her on the floor, kissing her inner thigh. Rod licked her
lips. At last, it was her turn.

Tim lowered his face between her legs. Rod
reached out and grabbed Tim’s head this time, feeling the trainer’s
tongue lap at her petals. Rod cringed, then moaned, twisting on the
tiles as the trainer drank her sweet nectar, his big hands gripping
her buttocks. She panted, rolling her face to the side, her fingers
teasing his hair.

She tried to keep him down there, tried to
shove her palms against his scalp, but he soon overpowered her and
began to kiss his way back up. First his left hand, then the right
slapped the tiles, and he climbed on all fours to gently tongue the
inside of her navel. She watched him as he crawled his way up her
body, her hands falling away from his head to reach around his
back. Her fingers couldn’t quite touch each other, so she pressed
his shoulders down instead, welcoming him on top of her. She wanted
him - all of him - and she would have it.

After a brief kiss, Tim grinned, then reached
between his legs, guiding the tip of his pounding cock toward her
soaking slit. Rod felt her legs swing apart before he even touched
her, so as his hips sank, her new genitals stretched to welcome him
inside. Rod whimpered, again turning to her left to pant across the
tiles, feeling Tim’s stubble grind against her cheek. Then she
pushed his face up and kissed him once more, swallowing his tongue
as he began to piston in and out of her slowly, Rod’s juice
dripping into a puddle beneath her ass.

The more the two of them kissed, the more
Rod’s jaw ached. Suddenly, her jaw locked open, freezing her face
in a look of surprise. Her parted lips felt sticky, as if covered
in bubble gum, and somehow her mouth began to glue itself shut.

Spared the sight of this, she instead watched
as the same thing happened to Tim. He didn’t seem to mind that his
own lips were melting, gooey strands of dark flesh trembling to his
every breath as he entered her. When the strands bonded together,
the resulting sheet flexed, then his nostrils whistled to
equally-deep breaths. His lips hardened and turned chrome, and as
the oval sheet between them twisted from an oval to a perfect
circle, he kissed her. There was a clang of metal striking metal,
and Rod’s own lips felt cold and hard.

As their chrome lips continued to clash, the
round membranes beneath expanded like blisters, then grew heavy and
hot. Still lying on her back, Rod felt the flesh sag against her
teeth. Her tongue probed the delicate skin, feeling a hot fluid
swirling on the other side, and she couldn’t figure out where it
was coming from. But she knew the sensation of plastic rattling
between her metal lips. And she recognized the round red
protuberance that now trembled where Tim’s mouth once had been. His
head lifted up from hers, his cheeks lifted to hint at a smile his
button would not allow. He thrust into her once more, and Rod’s
head rocked back, causing the membrane to slosh even closer to the
breaking point.

Then he pushed his button into hers.

When they kissed, Rod’s membrane failed, and
the boiling fluid filled her mouth. It was a bitter, foul-tasting
liquid, but all she could do was swallow it, mumbling through her
nostrils as she did. Tim thrust inside her once more and his arms
whipped straight, craning his back and raising his chest high above
her. With his boiling balls pressed against her soaked opening, she
could feel him roar behind his button, his throbbing muscles
vibrating against her sweaty inner thighs.

Tim began to change. His flesh turned white -
a bright white that seemed to glow from within. The color started
around his mouth, then spilled over him like dumped paint,
spreading downward and outward, sucking away every color but the
drips of red blood that remained. The more it spread, the more his
hair disappeared, and the larger he became. She could feel his
bones break and re-form, see the edges pull taut his milky-white
skin, his musculature melting, then inflating, obscuring his human
form with new, grotesque angles. He looked more lizard than human,
a long, heavy tail slinking over the tops of her feet, then rising
over Tim’s right shoulder. The tip was shaped like his penis, the
tail itself riddled with opaque veins.

The only thing more horrifying to Rob was the
fact it was happening to her, too. She was the same color as him
now, her own body inflating and buckling into an alien shape to
complement his. Her glowing white breasts grew faster than the rest
of her body, the skin so tight that they could only vibrate instead
of shake. She felt muscular like him, and within her a new energy
stirred her soul into restlessness. She ached all over in the grip
of a fever, sweating more than ever, her bones crushing under the
burden of her new shape, then rebuilt by that energy into something
new, something inhuman, something dangerous.

The button over Tim’s lips compressed into
nothingness, and his eyes and nose were lost in the swollen
cloud-like shape that his head was becoming. When it settled at a
raked, angular shape with a tall pterodactyl-like fin protruding
from the back, the shape unhinged, countless inch-long fangs
revealed along a five-foot-long jaw. A second set of arms ripped
from Tim’s sides, raising three-clawed talons that matched the ones
his hands had become, each of his four palms the diameter of a
basketball.

At that moment, Rob’s own eyes were sealed,
her breathing stopped by the loss of her nose. In the darkness, she
heard only chaos - the roars of the creature Tim was becoming, the
detonations of her own body changing, and the searing agony that
accompanied them both. She could feel his cock growing too,
slithering deeper into her metamorphosed womb, urging her own
change onward. It was so long now, her canal so deep, that she
wondered if it was going to come out of her mouth.

And then she heard Tim’s voice. Not from the
creature, but in her mind. In that moment, everything else fell
away. She lost track of what was happening to her, or where she
was. All there was were a few choice words.

We’re almost done
, said Tim.
Just a
little longer.

Then came a sudden and blinding bombardment
of images. A shower, a walk, a sprint through a door, all of it
blurred by the speed, but silent. It wasn’t until Rod recognized
the juice bar that she realized she was seeing the world through
Tim’s eyes, and that the trainer was going through his day at the
gym.

But then came a swipe of a white arm,
followed by a spurt of blood.

More white and red followed, four arms
flailing at everything. The bodies of countless people, their eyes
filled with terror, were ripped asunder, more red drowning the
white. The locations changed, but the pattern remained the same, a
breathless rush of destruction. Finally, there was only white, but
the color took shape as tiles. Tiles that gave way to Rod, standing
naked at the entrance of the shower room, his old cock in hand. The
sight then rushed to Rod’s right eye until the pupil returned
everything to black.

Another roar shook through Rob’s body. When
her eyes opened, her jaw wide open, she realized it was she who had
made it.