Pushing Naughty Buttons (Alien Monster Erotica) by Zoey Hayes Page B
Authors: Zoey Hayes
Tags: Gay, Horror, Sci-Fi, Alien, Erotic, Apocalyptic, transformation, oral sex, invasion, masturbation, eggs, runner, shower, Personal Trainer, Gym, locker room, ovulation, repopulation
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surrounding
white tiles. His shoulder-length black hair glued itself to the
back of his neck, revealing his stern face littered with black
stubble. He was a hairy man, but not too much so. As Tim’s hands
slid up and down his sides, Rod caught a glimpse of a small patch
of black chest hair between his vein-riddled pecs, one that tapered
into a narrow line of hair that stopped above his navel and pointed
at his crotch. And when Rod’s eyes moved down to that point, he
gasped as Tim’s cock began to grow.
Tim was about the same length he was, a
grow-er, not a show-er. But when his dark shaft stirred itself
awake from its bed of flattened black pubes, he revealed himself to
be much bigger around. His cock just grew fat on his blood, filling
out the deliberate curve that now bucked from his loins. The base
of his dark purple tip flared out as it was hoisted upward, the
point of his wedge seemingly sharpened by the pressure rising from
beneath.
By the time Tim reached down to caress its
tender underside with his big fingers, Rod felt his own grip
tighten around his throbbing seven inches. The student gripped the
partition with his free hand, then began to rub himself.
Despite their shared stimulation, Rod still
felt distant from the experience. The longer Tim ignored him, the
more Rod felt like he was in a control room witnessing it on camera
- or worse, dreaming - not standing there firsthand. He suddenly
felt more daring, emboldened as if he were invisible. Before he
knew it, he was standing in full view, masturbating in front of a
man with whom he’d shared just five words in thirteen months.
Rod knew he had to say something. This chance
would never come again. He wanted him to see him cum.
“Oh, Tim—” Rod moaned.
Tim looked at him. Rod felt his loins
tighten, then a tug on his balls. But nothing came out.
Instead, every orgasmic pulse brought a stab
of pain.
“AUGH!” Rod cried, grabbing at the wall to
his right. “AH-AAAAH!”
Reluctantly, Rod looked down between his
legs. Staring through the tears as the orgasm finally subsided, it
looked like his cock was changing.
The head of his cock was growing wider,
stretching out four inches in diameter. His hard shaft remained
unchanged, making his genitals look like a large toadstool. The
larger his tip grew, the darker its color became, shifting from
pink into bright red. Terrified, Rod reached out at the shape, but
his hands jumped back when he discovered how much more sensitive it
was. He reached for it again, but missed the mark. His shaft was
beginning to retreat into his body, lowering the large head down to
skin level.
He watched dumbfounded as a shiny steel ring
rose around the base of his cock, one that matched perfectly the
diameter of the red dome his cock had become. When the base of his
tip met the metal, it rattled and tingled, and the tip of his cock
turned inward into a gentle concave curve. The tug on his cock
stopped, and the compressed had that remained felt hollow and
hard.
Then something oozed out of his crotch and
into the shape. It felt like he was urinating, but still, nothing
came out of him. Instead, the red shape turned translucent,
revealing a swirling liquid inside. When the sensation stopped, he
ran his fingers across the indented curve. The sensitivity was
gone. The hole was no longer there. Hard plastic was all he felt.
At last, Rod figured it out.
Somehow, his genitals had been replaced by a
large red button. But why?
Rod was frightened, but at the same time,
intrigued. He heard Tim walking toward him, wanted to look into his
eyes once more, but he couldn’t stop examining it. The light of the
shower room illuminated the translucent plastic, and inside he
could see the fluid inside roll and boil, dark trails illuminating
each undulation. His hands slid down to the spot, but he stopped
for a second.
If this is a button , he thought to
himself, what the hell does it
white tiles. His shoulder-length black hair glued itself to the
back of his neck, revealing his stern face littered with black
stubble. He was a hairy man, but not too much so. As Tim’s hands
slid up and down his sides, Rod caught a glimpse of a small patch
of black chest hair between his vein-riddled pecs, one that tapered
into a narrow line of hair that stopped above his navel and pointed
at his crotch. And when Rod’s eyes moved down to that point, he
gasped as Tim’s cock began to grow.
Tim was about the same length he was, a
grow-er, not a show-er. But when his dark shaft stirred itself
awake from its bed of flattened black pubes, he revealed himself to
be much bigger around. His cock just grew fat on his blood, filling
out the deliberate curve that now bucked from his loins. The base
of his dark purple tip flared out as it was hoisted upward, the
point of his wedge seemingly sharpened by the pressure rising from
beneath.
By the time Tim reached down to caress its
tender underside with his big fingers, Rod felt his own grip
tighten around his throbbing seven inches. The student gripped the
partition with his free hand, then began to rub himself.
Despite their shared stimulation, Rod still
felt distant from the experience. The longer Tim ignored him, the
more Rod felt like he was in a control room witnessing it on camera
- or worse, dreaming - not standing there firsthand. He suddenly
felt more daring, emboldened as if he were invisible. Before he
knew it, he was standing in full view, masturbating in front of a
man with whom he’d shared just five words in thirteen months.
Rod knew he had to say something. This chance
would never come again. He wanted him to see him cum.
“Oh, Tim—” Rod moaned.
Tim looked at him. Rod felt his loins
tighten, then a tug on his balls. But nothing came out.
Instead, every orgasmic pulse brought a stab
of pain.
“AUGH!” Rod cried, grabbing at the wall to
his right. “AH-AAAAH!”
Reluctantly, Rod looked down between his
legs. Staring through the tears as the orgasm finally subsided, it
looked like his cock was changing.
The head of his cock was growing wider,
stretching out four inches in diameter. His hard shaft remained
unchanged, making his genitals look like a large toadstool. The
larger his tip grew, the darker its color became, shifting from
pink into bright red. Terrified, Rod reached out at the shape, but
his hands jumped back when he discovered how much more sensitive it
was. He reached for it again, but missed the mark. His shaft was
beginning to retreat into his body, lowering the large head down to
skin level.
He watched dumbfounded as a shiny steel ring
rose around the base of his cock, one that matched perfectly the
diameter of the red dome his cock had become. When the base of his
tip met the metal, it rattled and tingled, and the tip of his cock
turned inward into a gentle concave curve. The tug on his cock
stopped, and the compressed had that remained felt hollow and
hard.
Then something oozed out of his crotch and
into the shape. It felt like he was urinating, but still, nothing
came out of him. Instead, the red shape turned translucent,
revealing a swirling liquid inside. When the sensation stopped, he
ran his fingers across the indented curve. The sensitivity was
gone. The hole was no longer there. Hard plastic was all he felt.
At last, Rod figured it out.
Somehow, his genitals had been replaced by a
large red button. But why?
Rod was frightened, but at the same time,
intrigued. He heard Tim walking toward him, wanted to look into his
eyes once more, but he couldn’t stop examining it. The light of the
shower room illuminated the translucent plastic, and inside he
could see the fluid inside roll and boil, dark trails illuminating
each undulation. His hands slid down to the spot, but he stopped
for a second.
If this is a button , he thought to
himself, what the hell does it
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