When writing "Pushing Naughty Buttons" (Vol. 5), I was sure what I wanted to have cause the character's transformation: the titular plastic buttons that appear on his body - buttons he can't resist pushing. But I wasn't sure what I actually wanted him to turn into in the book's final act. Before settling on the story in "Buttons," I wrote out these two different transformation sequences:
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Version One: Dragon
Before Rod knew it, he was
thrown into solitary confinement, and his naked body skidded to a halt on a
slick steel floor. The heavy door
slammed shut, its lock wrenched shut in one twist, and florescent lights high
above him revealed the massive size of the room. He was surrounded on three sides by blank
white walls more than twice his height.
The fourth was a mirror that was opposite the door. Other than that, there was nothing. Nothing but him.
Rubbing his unshackled wrists,
Rod got to his feet and ran for the door, beating on it with his fists such
that his flaccid cock wagged between his legs.
He cried for someone to let him out, that he promised not to try and
escape again, but no one answered. Instead,
he heard a sharp wrenching sound come from the floor.
Rod looked down and saw several
holes open around the perimeter of the room, releasing a thick green gas. The resulting cloud rose quickly, and soon he
was enveloped in a noxious fog. He coughed,
covering his nose as the world around him grew fuzzy. He tried to hold his breath, but the gas
stung his nostrils, and he gasped, drawing it in. His hairless body still smelled like dried
sweat and excrement, but the gas drowned it all out - it smelled much worse.
The longer he breathed it in,
the more acutely he became aware of a heaviness between his legs. He looked down the front of him, and saw the
head of his cock was growing larger, pulling the dangling length behind it taut
like a short length of fleshy rope. It
felt like he was having an erection, but his shaft remained loose, and the
blood flow continued to rush disproportionately to his tip.
Rod stumbled to the mirrored
wall, still coughing, his eyes adjusting to the murk around him. He took the head in his hands, watching it
turn a dark red, and as it swelled gently to the size of a golf ball, it began
to slide back out of his grip. The shaft
was starting to retreat into his loins, from which the circumference of a
crater roughly the diameter of the head began to rise. He touched the curved edge of the crater,
feeling a cold firmness beneath the flesh as it morphed into chrome before his
eyes.
The head backed into the crater
and stopped expanding when its width filled the edges. Then the head distorted, its mushroom tip
pulled inward into a concave shape until it resembled a button, the crater its
cradle. When it stopped moving, Rod
touched the head again, expecting to feel skin, but instead felt plastic. Warm plastic.
The hole was no longer there.
There was a loud clang from
above and the gas immediately dissipated, whisking into ducts that slammed shut
between the lights. With the awful smell
gone, Rod started to feel good again. It
tingled when his wet finger rubbed back and forth across the button’s hot,
curvy top, and felt even better when he rotated his finger and turned the
button in circles in its cradle.
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 took 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.
He didn’t even know he pushed
the button until he felt it spring back up again.
Slowly, gently, something new
filled his chest, expanding the tight skin beneath the button 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 to fade 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 press the button between his
legs.
This button did not spring back,
but rather felt like it was melting beneath his fingertips. His finger itched along a groove developing
over the button’s indentation, and a slick dampness started to coat his
digit. The plastic button then started
to stretch wider, reverting to flesh much quicker than its smaller
counterpart. The groove lengthened and
though 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.
Rod sat on the floor, his back
against the wall near the door. He
continued to probe his juicy crotch with one hand while he cupped the left
breast, then the right, with the other.
The more he fondled, the more his body rearranged itself into that of a
woman, hard muscles gently squeezed away into a series of soft curves. She moaned loudly as her smooth body tingled,
writhing on the cold floor. When her thumb
discovered the hooded nub of her clit, her first orgasm flowed through her in
hot, undulating waves.
As more juice gushed from her
crotch, kissing stings of pain permeated her body. More buttons sprouted all over her body,
growing like drops of red rain falling on a pond. Each drop left still plastic images of the
impact at the center of still more chrome cradles. With each shudder, Rod saw them grow and
quickly lost count. Only when the orgasm
finally subsided was she able to look over her reflection in the mirror and
count them all.
There was one on her forehead,
one on the back of each hand and each bicep.
Another was on the back of each foot and the top of each thigh, leading
up to another where her navel once had been.
As she turned, she saw the tenth on her lower back, just above the curve
of her large buttocks.
All the buttons were slightly
larger than those from before, each more than two inches across. The skin around each looked stretched and
faded, as though surrounding scabs ready to flake off. The buttons felt stiff against her skin,
and as she itched around their edges, they resisted every movement with the
sting of a sunburn.
Gently, Rod brought her right
hand to her face and examined the button that was there. The red plastic was translucent, and using
the light from above, she could see the a viscous fluid roll slowly
inside. She brought her other hand to it
and touched the top with trembling fingers.
She thought it would feel even hotter, but she only felt plastic.
Then the button throbbed under
her finger. Rod pressed it down.
All of a sudden, Rod’s right
hand tightened and trembled, paralyzed from a powerful force that raged within
it. She hunched forward, teeth grinding
together, and grasped her aching wrist.
Thick veins ripped striations around the glowing button, burrowing roots
beneath her skin. Along their pulsating
paths, her skin failed and tore into thick, jagged gray scales which ripped
into points. The button disappeared,
consumed by the scales like hardened lava.
Rod fell to her knees. Blood oozed from her thickening fingers as
her hand, numbed from the pain, slipped from her grasp. It fell like a dead weight that strained her
aching forearm, tugging her forward so it smacked the hard floor. Like a dying crab crushed by a spear, her
bloody grey fingers twitched uselessly in the grip of a deep cramp that locked
every muscle in a half-formed fist. Her
fingertips ripped open to make way for frightening black claws, more blood
spitting from each as they slit through her scales.
At last, something exploded in
her palm, and the cramp disappeared. Her
hand opened up so fast that it felt as though her fingers were bending
backwards. She cried out loud, and her
menacing grey claw was shivered in a pool of dark red blood.
The change stopped at Rod’s
wrist, but she was certain it would start up again. She cried for help, but the massive room only
answered with an echo. She had to get
up. She had to get out of there. Maybe she could try the door again. She stood up, but her arm was too weak to
lift the hand, and the flesh around the bicep button snapped tight, ripping a
bloody wound along its upper curve.
Without thinking, she clapped
her hand over the spot, and in doing so jammed the button downward.
Again, the agony returned. Alien roots shot in all directions from the
spot beneath her palm, locking her arm in another fearsome cramp. Hard, grey scales lifted and fell in a
chain-reaction above hulking muscles.
The roots thickened, fusing with muscle and sinew until they grew as
one. Her arm bulked and stretched the
scales into a taut sheet of natural armor.
The roots raced the scales to her shoulder, then twirled together and
speared through the changing flesh, unleashing a giant white talon more than
three feet in length.
Rod screamed as more blood
gushed from the wound and trickled down her back. Furious, she hissed through her teeth and
pushed herself up with the monstrous arm, but the powerful muscles threw her to
the left. She fell with a loud thump,
causing both buttons on her left arm to activate simultaneously. She screamed, her face pressed firmly into
the floor as her arm changed rapidly.
Pinned down by the weight of her other arm, the rising scales slit tiny
wounds into her side such that her new claws speared the flesh of her
thigh. She grit her teeth, trying to
shove herself up again, but her body refused to obey.
The horn from Rod’s other
shoulder grew much faster, and before she knew it, she was on her back. The curve of the horns thrust her lower back
against the floor, activating the button that was there. The red plastic melted as more roots grabbed
her spine, then tugged it sharply. Just
like that, her buttocks jumped from the floor, balancing her on the points of
her shoulder’s horns. A leathery
protrusion took shape at her back, then stretched out several feet. Before long, she could see a long gray tail
coil back at her like a snake, its arrow-shaped head staring her in the face.
The changes stopped again, and
with her head hung backward, Rod saw the door was right in front of her. She took a deep breath and rolled to her
left, letting her long tail flip and thump back onto the floor behind her. Her right claw caught the wheel on the door,
but when the left one grabbed on, it broke off in her hands. The wheel landed in her lap, where it crushed
down both buttons on her thighs.
Rod roared as her legs began to
twist and grow, lifting her heavy tail from the floor as they, too, were
covered in scales. Tears streamed from
her face as she slashed her claws at the door, tearing ruts into its uncaring
shape. Her legs stretched longer as they
became larger, scooting her feet across the floor. She tried to stay on her toes, but the
tremendous weight above them caused them to bend forward, activating those two
buttons next. She sweat profusely as her
feet were now locked in another cramp, growing several times their original
size. Heavy with scales, her toes bled
together, forming two long claws from the front and a shorter one behind. The completed claws shrieked to a stop
against the steel.
Her lips pinched, Rod braced her
claws on either side of the door and looked down the front of her still-human
torso. The sweaty flesh rose and fell
rapidly to her breath, four grey limbs pointing to the button on her
stomach. She knew she’d made progress on
the door, but she needed to be stronger.
She needed to push it. There was
no other way.
She smacked the button with her
right claw. When it activated, her left
grabbed a fist-full of wall. It was
softer than the door.
Rod’s voice roared now as more
than a dozen roots spread outward, unleashing a torrent of scales that were
noticeably lighter than those on her limbs.
As they did, she felt her body begin to stretch, growing longer and
taller. She started to walk her way up
the wall, clawing upward to make way for her new height.
Roots collided at her loins with
others from her stomach and threaded together over her pussy, causing it to
squirt hot juice as scales formed over her sweaty labia. Others blended together at her back, then
formed two shapes that pushed against her sides. The shapes forced through in violent thrusts,
revealing new claws that fanned out webbed forms that stretched into
wings. She gained control of them
immediately, swooping them in one flap that made her feel the bony spines
protruding from her back.
Rod wasn’t angry anymore. She was excited. She roared in pleasure of all the power
within her, then stared at the ceiling above her. Her wings flapped again and she flew, aiming
her head at the fast-approaching vents.
She didn’t see the exposed electrodes until it was too late. In an instant, her whole body convulsed to
the power of thousands of volts, sending her singed body plummeting back to the
floor. Lying there, her eyes grew
heavy. She could barely see the door
open nor hear the footsteps that followed.
“Like I told you,” said her
visitor. “There is no escape.”
A foot stomped her forehead,
activating the final button.
As Rod drifted into sleep,
scales grabbed the last of her old flesh to forever hide her identity. Her face cracked painfully as it buckled and
stretched into a leathery snout, peeling back lips to reveal fearsome fangs
that issued from her gums. More spikes
sprouted from her jaw and from the sides of her head, then twisted into massive
white horns. Her neck stretched several
feet, uncoiling until the back of her head touched the facing wall.
And, in that position, the
dragon slept.
The door slammed shut behind her
visitor. Then the lights went out.
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Version Two: Alien
Tim’s lips hardened and turned
chrome, and when he pressed them against hers, she felt the same coldness on
her own, heard the clang of metal striking metal. Both lovers’ membranes expanded like
blisters, then grew heavy and hot. Rod’s
tongue still teased the squishy flesh that now sagged against her teeth under
the burden of gathering fluid. She saw
Tim’s mouth had become another red button, and now realized she must have one
there too. Rod was scared, but she
couldn’t stop the inevitable. When he
drilled inside her once more, she lifted her jaw, then waited for their buttons
to touch.
He kissed her.
When it happened, Rod’s membrane
failed, unleashing a torrent of swirling fluid, bitter and foul, directly down
her throat. She tried to spit it out,
but her button-mouth was contracting, pulling her locked jaws forward as it
did. Her tongue began to pulse and
twist, and the more her face stretched, the longer it felt. She was growing a snout just like Tim, her
face and skull stretched in both directions, her ears popping to the sound of
her bones breaking, then reforming. It
hurt, but it felt better when Rod slid his cock inside her once again.
But what terrified her the most
was that it was happening to her, too.
That’s when Rod heard a voice
inside her head. Tim’s voice.
Just relax, my queen, he said. It will all be over soon.
Tim began to pick up his pace,
sliding in and out of her to keep up with her heartbeat, and just like that,
her changes became a part of their lovemaking.
Tim’s snout finished growing, and she again felt his lips against hers,
their faces now farther apart, their mouths much smaller. Tim’s hair began to fall off, revealing a
triangular fin that began to protrude from the back of his head. When her own fin grew, she felt her skin
harden, then crack and begin to fall away.
Tim’s own skin crumbled like bits of broken glass, dark skin giving way
to glowing red scales. Her own flesh
flecked off like dandruff, and a bright pink glow now obscured her gaze. She somehow felt even more naked than before,
her body aching to be touched. And,
though Tim’s hands bulked into fearsome claws, she welcomed his talons on her
scales.
The more Tim fucked her, the
more the two shed their humanity, heaps of discarded flesh left in a chalky
substance that now littered the floor.
From the top down, the two shared their changes, embracing them with one
another. Small horns protruded from
their elbows and knees, Rod’s pink thighs clenched around the narrow red hips
of her demonic lover.
She didn’t know what they were
becoming, or why, and soon new images flowed into her mind - Tim’s thoughts -
moments she wasn’t sure Tim wanted her to see.
It wasn’t long before she knew what he had done, why the gym was so
quiet, and what was actually causing that smell. She knew there was no going back because
there was no longer anything left to go back to - it all happened too
quick. But she also knew that Tim had
loved her, shared her pleasure in all those stolen moments. She could see him touch himself, nearly
revealing his own secret, taking measures to ensure his plan wasn’t
ruined. The plan for them both.
So the alien that Rod now was
wrapped her long, scaly arms around Tim and pulled him closer still, welcoming
his fearsome ribbed cock as it rooted deeper and deeper through her alien
womb. The two kissed snouts, then roared
as one, both their organs bursting with essence, pumping their loins full of
seed.
When Tim pulled out, Rod sat up
and admired herself, watched in earnest as her pink stomach began to
expand. She could feel new life - the
life of the creatures who would now inhabit earth - begin to take form inside
of her. She knew she had a new purpose,
a new lover, and together, they would start a new world.
And, in that moment, nothing
else mattered.
