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Press The Button - Part I free porn video
Part I (?)
"Dude, have you played this game?"
I looked over my shoulder and to David at his desk. "What game?"
"It's this 'This But That' game. Some corny web game, you pick the thing
you want but it has a downside, so it's good and bad at the same time.
Like..." His voice trailed off as he looked at the screen. "This is a
pretty good one: you can be live forever, but only if you kill somebody
and take all the years they have left."
"That's pretty messed up," I said. "Can't say I would, I can't kill
anybody."
"I TOTALLY could, if it meant I'd live forever," he said.
"But wouldn't you get caught and thrown in prison, and you'd be in PRISON
forever?"
"It wo-" He stopped. "That's a good point, but if you kill some dudes
in there, you'd get less time, right? And you could eventually get out?"
"It's your stupid game," I told him.
"I'll sent you the link, it's fun!" he insisted.
A few hours later, David had still not sent the link.
He had long since gone to bed to get up for work the next morning, but
around midnight I found myself bored and willing to do anything, far from
tired. I fired up my browser and plugged what I thought the game was
into Google.
This Then That... was that it?
With the common words I figured nearly every page Google had ever linked
to would come up, but the top post seemed to be just what I was looking
for.
"'This Then That: The Magical Party Game For One!' Guess I should've
expected a boring page," I muttered. It looked sparse, almost entirely
empty, with two options on either side of two big buttons - one marked
"Press" and one marked "Do Not Press" - and a small icon in the bottom
right-hand corner of the screen.
I started fiddling through the questions. "I could have sex with anyone
I wanted, but would always catch an STD. Eww!" "Do Not Press" was
clicked as hard as I could.
"Fly, but never more than two feet from the ground. Why not?" I clicked
the "Press" button. It moved to a new screen with the statistics of who
had pressed the button before me, and 82% had agreed. I quickly located
the "Next" link and continued on.
The questions started out fairly odd but benign, but after a few minutes
of clicking they started growing more and more like a coin flip: I could
live in a utopia, but my lifespan would be cut in half. I could be super
attractive, but all my friends would hate me. I could have ten thousand
dollars in cash without any problem, but a random person in the world
would die.
I looked down to the tiny icon in the corner. It was just a small logo,
what looked like a wizard's cap, with white stars similar to those on
Mickey's magical cap in Fantasia.
"They better watch out, that mouse likes his copyright," I said.
A few more questions and I started looking closer to the post-click
screen closer. And that was when I found the "Make" button, down below
the comments, after a question I had clicked "Press to...". It was down
below the statistics, down near the hat, and I hovered over it.
"Where do YOU lead?" I muttered, my finger on the button. But I decided
against it, and scrolled back up for a new question.
"You could be a cartoon, but would never experience the real world
again." I clicked "Do Not Press".
"You could have sex with whomever you chose, but you would become the
opposite sex to do so." This had me scratching, but quickly enough I
clicked "Press"
"Would be weird I guess, but why not?" I said under my breath. I
scrolled over the comments again, and found that "Make" button again.
You only show up after I click the button, don't you... it's probably just
something about how to make your own game like this. Seen THAT a
thousand times. But I still hesitated and left my cursor over it. I was
just about to move back up when I heard David coming back down the stairs
in a hurry, and in my surprise grabbed the mouse, clicking the left
button. I was about to scroll back to the top, but the new page loaded
before I could do anything about it.
All it brought up was a plain white screen, with a statement in the
middle:
Thanks for playing! -SRU Software
I shook my head. "What a dumb way to shut down a game," I said.
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The mall wasn't very crowded on a Tuesday afternoon, which was just how I
wanted it. One of the unsung perks of working unusual hours in a retail
environment was the ability to go shopping when most other people were at
their regular nine-to-fives. Plus, it was warm, and allowed to
daydreaming walks without much hassle.
As I passed the food court I scanned around, spotting her behind the
counter. She was sitting at a table in front of a small laptop, a few
books open on the table. Her head perked up a moment, and the big brown
eyes that looked around her make me swoon.
"She's so pretty," I muttered. "I wouldn't mind seeing THOSE up close."
As soon as I had mouthed the words I saw her turn my way, and smile. I
felt my nether-region twitch, and suddenly her smile changed. It had
started out friendly and slight, an acknowledgement of my existence from
the thirty feet or so that separated us, but her eyes lowered and that
smile crept a bit wider into her cheeks. She pulled down the laptop and
practically swept her books closed and tucked all of them into her bag,
standing and hefting the bag on her shoulder. She started walking toward
the lady's room, and as she stepped in she beckoned me to her. I looked
around. I was the only one she could be talking to, there wasn't anyone
else near me.
My eyes went wide. Really? I thought. I'm not about to turn that offer
down! I nearly tripped in my jog to the bathroom and was about to push
in the door when my gut started to churn.
I struggled to open the door and tripped over my own feet inside the
bathroom, my ass hitting the linoleum with a crack. At least, I thought
it was a crack from the collision, my sides were burning and a cracking
sound was causing far too much pain. The linoleum felt oddly soft
underneath me, and as my legs wobbled I slipped back down. My belt was
loose on top of my hips. Maybe I don't need the gym?
"I can hear you out there," a sultry woman's voice called from over the
open stall doors. "Are you coming, or are we both?" I managed to stand
back up and winced as the sound of my back cracked in my ears, easing a
lot of the tension. My feet, working once again, stumbled to the stall
door, and I thought I felt more movement in my stride than normal.
I could definitely use the gym, I thought.
The stall door opened without a push, and the woman was sitting with her
butt on the pipes of the toilet, her legs crossed like Sharon Stone and
her finger pulling down the front of her shirt.
"You're even sexier up close," she said. I tried to act suave, ignoring
the diminishing pain with a smirk. A little confused from the sensation,
I bit my lip. It felt swollen.
"I wouldn't miss you for the world," I forced. I could barely hear by
own voice, it was practically a breath, a whisper. My foot stepped
forward and she stood to meet me, our lips meeting in a desperate need.
God, she was hotter than I thought she'd be, and she wants me! Don't
know what happened, but I like it!
One hand slid up my cheek, pulling my face harder against hers, and
another around my waist to press my body closer. I felt her chest
against mine first, her perky breasts against me, but it felt like
forever until I felt her belly against mine. My arms rested on her
shoulders and I laced my fingers together, feeling her long, chocolate
hair through my fingertips. She broke the kiss and pulled away a second.
Our eyes met, and her smile shifted as she kicked the door shut behind
her.
"I want to taste you," she whispered. We twirled around and I relaxed on
the seat, closing my eyes as she kissed my neck, her hands running down
my chest and sides. I didn't remember having so much flesh to touch, but
I couldn't dwell on it as she pinched my nipple. I gasped.
When did THAT start feeling so amazing?
Her fingers wrestled with my jeans, then massaged the inside of my
thighs. Everything felt heightened; my skin was reacting under her
breath as my boxers were pulled down, the cold air making me shiver
before the warm sensation. It all felt amazing, but different... my
sensitive skin, the way my nipples felt under her pinch, even my lips
feeling full, something was coming together in my head. It made me think
about the computer game and how I thought it might feel.. how it MIGHT
feel...
My eyes shot open as I saw the beautiful girl I had somehow found
interested in me, finding my t-shirt stretched by my new breasts as she
found my vagina.
My vocal chords tightened, and I wanted to cry out. In fear, in
confusion. But instead, I cried out as her tongue started massaging my
clit.
"OH GOD!" my voice rang out for the first time, cracking, octaves higher
than I remembered. The electricity was overwhelming; my eyes squeeze
back shut as the sensation roared through my body like a bolt of
beautiful lightning. I could see the rainbow of sparks behind my
eyelids. I never wanted it to stop!
My head thrown back, I could feel my hair pressed into my back against
the back of the toilet. My toes curled up and my legs and my legs
stiffened, and as my breathing quickened the weight of my bust started to
consciously sink in. My nipples were rubbing against the too-stretched
fabric of my t-shirt, making the breathing even more noticeable and
incredible.
I forced my eyes open, my face flush with arousal as I felt her release
her grip on my new lower equipment. I looked back down over my heaving
chest just as the young beauty was working her way back up to me. Her
smirking face just an inch away from mine, I could smell what I only
assumed was my new self on her breath. Her hand had snuck up the bottom
of my shirt and her thumb flicked my nipple. I saw her fingers through
my shirt, and I moaned like a teen on prom night.
"This isn't your first time with a woman, is it?" she asked, her voice
the sweetest honey I'd ever heard.
I squeaked. "With?" I said.
There wasn't a second chance to say anything as her lips met mine, her
breasts pressing into my own, and her hand finding where her tongue had
been. I couldn't take stock of everything; her fingers inside of me,
tickling me; her chest firm and pressing into mine, a hand squeezing the
flesh roughly, desperately; her tongue dancing in my mouth; the vast
majority of other sensations coming from a million different directions.
I heard my male voice one more time in my head:
"Fuck it."
I wrapped my arms around her neck and legs around her midsection and
submitted completely. Soon after, after building and building over the
hottest scrambling sex of my life, the orgasm washed over me like a tidal
wave, pulling and pounding to the rhythm of her magical fingers. After
my body started to calm down and stop shaking against my will, I relaxed
onto the seat and pulled away, my muscles sore and sweat coating my
forehead. My eyes kept shut trying to squeeze every last bit from the
moment.
"That... oh my god," was all I could muster. I opened my eyes and found
the girl, who had only moments before been groaning and squealing along
with me, was staring at me with a look of horror on her face.
"I... I've never..." she stammered. She was panicking, and visibly so.
"What did I... oh no, David is gonna KILL me!" She pulled away, shoved
open the door, and ran. The clop-clop of her shoes rang off the tiles
and the public bathroom door slammed behind her.
I continued to sit, both enjoying the afterglow and confused as hell. I
looked down at myself again, and despite the remnants of the electricity
I saw what looked to be my normal body once again. The breasts I had
been having trouble seeing over were long gone; my shirt looked
stretched, but otherwise there was no sign anything had ever been there.
I yanked up my jeans, finding them tight around my legs.
The sensations still danced in my mind, but everything felt just as it
had before. I couldn't help but wonder if I was just delirious, or if I
had actually seen and felt what I had imagined I felt. My head was
spinning. The door of the bathroom opened again, and that's when reality
truly crashed down on my head.
Holy shit, am I in the women's bathroom?
I slammed the stall door shut. Sure enough, the clop-clop of heels rang
off the tile and porcelain, right past me and into an adjacent stall. I
could hear her ruffling with her clothing.
I gotta get out of here!
I slowly opened the stall and made my way to the door. Before I could
grab the handle I saw myself in the mirror; I looked like me, but
something felt - no, something looked - just the slightest bit off. My
face tilted a little, trying to find the root of the problem, but I
couldn't pin it down.
What happened to me?
(Worth continuing?)
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