Push the Buttons! Part 3

>He put on his Sunday clothes and went to Button's room. He creaked open the door, hoping not to wake him.
"Button!" he called, "Are you awake?"
>"Yes, Norman," he said, "I've been awake for the past hour. I was really worried."
"Worried?" he said, "About what?
>"You and Mom were screaming again," he said, "I didn't want to bother you."
"Does this kid hear everything we do?" he thought.
"It's okay, Button," he said, "I was just helping your mom with a ... uh ... problem."
>"A problem?"
"Yeah," Norman said, "I had to ... um ... give her a massage. She was screaming because of how much it hurt before the massage. She's all better now."
>"Oh," he said, "Good."
"Listen, kid," Norman said, turning on his light, "You're going with us on a shopping trip."
>"Awww," he groaned, "Do I HAVE to?"
"Sorry Button," he said, "No one would be home to watch you if just me and your mom went. Besides, if you behave yourself, I might get you a treat."
>A spark danced in Button's eyes at the prospect.
>"A treat? What kind of treat?"
"You'll just have to come with us and behave if you want to know what it is."
>Button leapt out of bed and quickly put on his clothes and beanie.
>He rushed to Norman's side and stared up at him with puppy-dog eyes.
>"I'm ready, Norman! Come on, let's go! Let's go! Let's go!"
>Norman patted Button on the head. Trying to calm him down was like trying to keep the lid on an active volcano.

"Simmer down there, kiddo," he said, "Mom still has to get ready, and besides, you haven't brushed your teeth yet."
>"Awwww, Norman," he said, "I don't WANNA brush my teeth."
"Alright," Norman said, "But don't blame me if you're wearing false teeth by the time you're twenty."
>Button froze, Norman's words digging into his ears. He screamed and ran into the guest bathroom.
"Well what do you know," Norman said, "I didn't think that would work."
>He waited near the front door for about five minutes before his family was finally ready to go.
"Took you guys long enough," said Norman, "What took you so long?"
>"Sorry, dear," Sarah said, fitting an earring, "Button thought he could go out without underwear without me noticing."
>She glared down at her son who pouted at her. His arms were crossed and his shoulders scrunched inwards.
>Sarah wore a modest blue blouse and a indigo skirt. Her outfit was carefully picked to match her eyes, and it offset her hair in the most stunning way.
>It was like the colors were hand-picked by Michelangelo himself for the painting of a goddess.
>The trio piled in Sarah's minivan with Sarah riding shotgun.
>Norman drove since Sarah's belly had grown so much that it disrupted her ability to steer.
>Button hopped in the back seat and pulled out his JoyBoy. From the sounds it was making he figured he was playing Zelda.
>The ride to the store was a quick trundle down the road. They had hardly gotten the A/C running before pulling into the parking lot.
>Norman stopped the van on a dime just beside a handicapped space. Another van had been pulling out just as she thread the needle like an expert tailor.
>Norman stepped out of the car to help his gravid lover out. He gripped her hand and alighted her feet on the asphalt.
>He opened Button's door and waited for him to jump out.
>Nothing happened.

>He looked inside the car to see Button mashing away on his handheld, his eyes fixed on the screen.
>Images of his game flashed across his eyes. His pupils darted around like a hummingbird after drinking a cocaine-laced flower.
>"Come on Button," Sarah said, "We have to go inside."
>>"But MOM!" he groaned, "I need to beat this level!"
"Stop stalling, kiddo," Norman said, "We gotta get this shopping done quick so Mom can rest."
>Button didn't budge, never taking his eyes off the screen.
"I mean it, Button," Norman said like an angry cop, "Save your game, turn off the JoyBoy, and come with us."
>He still didn't move, muttering something about finishing the level.
"Fine then," he said, "I guess you won't get your treat."
>Button froze, pausing the game.
>"What?" his voice quivered as he looked up at his mother's fiance.
"You know what I mean," she said, "I told you if you behaved you would get a treat. This certainly isn't behaving."
>Norman's words cut through him like a razor. Button tapped a few buttons on his JoyBoy and shut it off.
>"There," he said, "I saved the game. I promise I'll be good, Norman!"
"That's the ticket," Norman said, helping Button out of the car, "Now just behave a little longer and I promise you'll get rewarded."
>Sarah had stood in the background during the entire quarrel in silent awe.
>She had never been able to make Button give up his JoyBoy without a fight, and yet Norman had done it with the ease of an older brother.
>The trio locked their hands together and went into the department store.
>The dull roar of the parking lot died away as the automatic doors shut them inside.

>Immediately the prison of American consumerism sunk its teeth into the family.
>Button was assaulted by advertisements for toys, games and candy. Pop songs blasted through the speakers in a miserable attempt to appeal to the children.
>Norman never bothered with the materialist garbage force fed to him. It was the main reason he'd stopped watching TV.
>Not only was there nothing worth his time on television, but the advertisements were bland, unintuitive and relentless.
>They bore into his head like a hot drill and he simply couldn't take it anymore.
>Sarah was used to the onslaught of ads but didn't pay them any mind.
>She had a mission in the store and wouldn't let herself be deviated by its temptations.
>She clutched her two companions like a hungry octopus, holding them tightly to her sides as she barreled through the crowd.
>The trio dove into a nearby aisle, the deafening noise of the foyer muffled by layers of cotton.
>Sarah looked behind her. The gap that she dived through had just closed like the valve of a heart.
>She smirked and blew on her nails.
>"Yep," she said, "I still got it."
"Thanks," Norman said, "I can't stand all that shopping nonsense."
>"I've gotten used to it. I have some tricks," she giggled, "Now come on, the maternity section is this way--"
>>"Mom!" Button said, "Can I go to the game aisle? Please?"
>"Not yet, dear," she said, "Norman and I have to shop for clothes. We'll go there when we're done."
>>"But Moooom,"
>"No 'buts', Button!" she snapped, "Now you stay right behind us and behave."
>>Button grumbled, admitting defeat. He submissively followed his Mom to the maternity section.

>Norman didn't like clothing shopping, but he felt obliged to help Sarah choose her wardrobe.
>He stood there like a fortune telling machine, fed questions over how fat she looked in the dress and spitting out answers.
>She must have gone through about a hundred dresses, all of which looking exactly the same to Norman.
>The fabric spilling down her body molded to her gravid form.
>The woven images of flowers stretched across her distended stomach, an awkward metaphor for her condition.
>The maternity bras to holster her enlarged guns were rather fun to try on, both for Sarah and for Norman.
>They would go into the changing room and slip on the bras, with Norman gawking at her bare breasts.
>They went through a few dozen bras before settling on five. They opened the door to the dressing room.
>But something was missing. Something felt off. Button was nowhere to be seen.
>"Button!" Sarah called, "Button, where are you?!" She had grown frantic quickly. Norman tried to calm her down.
"Sarah, listen to me," he said, "You need to breath. You can't hyperventilate like this, it's not good for the baby."
>"I know," she panted, "but we have to find Button! I don't know what I'd do without him."
>Tears leaked between her thin fingers. Her bright voice dimmed like a dying light bulb.
>Norman pulled Sarah close, her tears staining his jacket.
>He had to keep a cool head; he had to take control.
"Sarah, go to the front desk and ask to call for Button," he said, "I'll go and look for him."
>Two blue discs streaked with red looked up at him.
>"What?"
"We're not going to find him by sitting here. Go to the front desk and have them call for Button over the PA. I will go and look around for him. I have a pretty good idea where he is."
>Sarah wiped her face and nodded her head.
>"Good luck, Norman," she said. The couple locked in a tight embrace.
"I'll try my best," he smiled.
>He gave her one last kiss on the cheek before starting the search.
>He made a beeline for the electronics section.

>Norman marched into the electronics, the dull buzzing of fossil-fuel swallowing gadgets burning into his ears like a bad pop song.
>He called for Button but was answered with a soulless technologic drone.
>He pawed his way past the endless row of HD televisions in his search.
>He juked past employees like a running back, dodging all the vices that lured shoppers like bait on a hook.
>He had to think; Where would Button be? Norman clawed through his mind, trying to put the pieces together.
>The cogs and cams in the engine of his mind clunked together.
"The handheld aisle," he said to himself, his feet locking together to stop him.
>He spun around and sprinted towards the video game section.
>Sarah's voice rang over the PA but Norman was too focused to bother.
>He drifted around a corner like Vin Diesel and stared down the aisle.
>There Button was, standing in the middle of the aisle, staring at the latest game releases.
>He seemed blissfully unaware of the bull standing on the end of the aisle with its horns pointed forward.
"BUTTON!" Norman shouted.
>Button turned around and stared at Norman with horror. The matador had met it's opponent, and he didn't have a sword.
>The bull charged at him, his nostrils flaring as he approached.
>Button stood frozen in the aisle, unable to defend himself from his impending goring.
"Button! What are you doing here?! Your mother and I were worried sick!"
>"I'm sorry, Norman," he quivered, "It was just so boring waiting for you and Mom---"
"That's not the point, Button," Norman scowled, his anger bleeding away like a fresh wound, "You shouldn't have run off on your own. What if somebody took you away?"
>Button started to cry. Norman didn't want to make a scene so he embraced Button in a paternal hug.
"It's okay, Button," he said, stroking his hair, "What's important is that you're safe."
>The pair hugged it out for a good five minutes.
"Come on, Button," he said, grabbing Button by the hand, "Your mom's waiting at the front desk. She'll be so relieved to see you."

>When Norman came to the front, Button in tow, Sarah went into hysterics.
>It was a scene straight out of a Disney flick, complete with the schmaltzy hugging and loving words.
>Norman stood off to the side in an awkward fashion while the pair bonded.
>He smiled at the reunion, the gratification of his work flushing through him.
>He felt the first sting of paternity like the needle of a tetanus shot.
>A euphoria tumbled through his spine. A new sort of determination settled in his stomach.
>His trance was broken by Sarah tugging on his arm.
>"Norman?" she said, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah," he replied, "I'm good. Maybe we should go home."
>"Good idea, I think I've had enough stress for a day," Sarah giggled and Button pouted.
>Norman looked at him. A pathetic, defeated look was etched on the young boy's face.
>He looked guilty but cheated. He had run away without permission, but Norman could sympathize.
>His parents had done the same nonsense to him when he was little, shopping for clothes while forcing him to stand beside them and do nothing.
>He had always wanted to just run off and ignore his worries just for a few seconds of sanctuary.
"He's a brave kid," he thought, "Maybe I was a bit too hard on him."
>Norman smiled and put his hand on Button's shoulder. Button looked up at him with blank eyes.
"Hey, Button," he said, "Why don't you run and get yourself something from that vending machine over there?" Norman flashed Button a dollar bill.
>Button's eyes lit up and he snatched the bill.
>"Thank you, Norman!" he shouted. Before Norman could respond Button had made it halfway to the soda machine.
>"Why'd you do that?" Sarah asked.
"You wouldn't understand," he chuckled, "It's a guy thing."
>Button rolled her eyes. The machine clunked as Button's Pepsi fell into the slot.
>Sarah cringed as the thought of uger-high Button struck her.
>Norman took her by the hand, flashing her a reassuring smile.
>The trio stuck together like glue all the way out to the minivan.

>Button was finished with his soda by the time they got to the house.
>He had sucked it down like it was his last meal. He started to shake as they pulled into the driveway.
>"Hey Button," Sarah said, "Maybe you should go lie down?"
>"Y-Y-Yeah," he stuttered, "G-G-Gotta go l-l-lay down."
>Button sprinted past Norman nearly knocking him over. He ran to his room and locked the door.
"You know he's not going to lie down right?" Norman said.
>"I've raised him for ten years," she laughed, "I know him like the back of my hand. He's going to play that blasted video game systems and pass out in a couple hours."
"Sounds like my childhood in a nutshell," Norman said as he led Sarah inside.
>She helped her with the clothes, bringing them into the house and laying them across the master bed.
>Norman looked at the clock and nearly fainted.
"EIGHT O'CLOCK?!" he shouted, "How long were we shopping?"
>"You didn't notice the time?" she said, "This wasn't even a long shopping trip. You should see my grocery shopping."
>Norman shuddered at the thought and sat on the queen size bed.
>He was tired, the weight of the day sagging on his shoulders.
>He sought to lie down but was caught by a dainty hand gripping his arm.
>"Hang on, baby," she cooed, "Don't you want to help me try on my new bras?"
>Blood flushed Norman's cheeks. Sarah held out her hand, underwear spilling between fingers.
"Alright," he giggled, sitting back up, "But only a few. I don't want to be up all night."
>"Let's get started then," seduction was painted all over her face as she grabbed the hem of her shirt.
>She pulled her arms upward, her breasts spilling out from under the lifted fabric.
>They bounced like whales on a noose, undulating beneath her shoulders.
>Although they were veined and slightly distended they still maintained their perkiness.
>They looked just as they had the first night he'd slept with her, albeit a little bigger.
>Her nipples were extended beyond their normal length, a maternal preparation.
>They were so tantalizing. They seemed to beg for a child to close its lips around it.
>"Eyes up here, sailor," Sarah giggled.

>Her eyes oozed with seduction. She batted her eyelids as she handed Norman the first bra.
>"First one," she said, "You know what to do, right?"
>Norman nodded and sat behind her. Her back stretched before him like a canvas.
>Her shoulder blades stood like two mountains, her spine resting in the valley.
>He ran his hands across the small of her back, his fingers giving way to her supple form.
>Goosebumps littered her skin, the lightest graze of his hand a nirvanic touch.
>She pressed the cups of the bra against her breasts and stuck her arms through the arm holes.
>She brought the ends of the straps between her shoulder blades and held them together between her fingers.
>She held them there for nearly a minute.
>"Hey, Norman," she said, "I'm not holding this here for my health, you know."
"Oh, sorry," Norman grasped the straps and stared at the locking mechanism.
>It was an alien machine, locks and loops interlaced like a fine weave.
>He'd never put on a bra (or removed one, for that matter) but he fiddled with it as best he could.
>Soon he'd slipped the strap in the lock and took his hands away.
>It was a little sloppy, but it held well. Sarah grunted and shook her head.
>"It looks okay," she said, "but I can do better."
>She told Norman to take off the bra and put on the next.
>With the second bra Sarah didn't hold it against her breasts.
>"Go on, Norman," she said slyly, "You seem to know what you're doing."
>Norman took the exterior of the cups and pressed them into her chest.
>Sarah moaned as his hands dug into her tits, his fingers just inches from her nipples.
>She brought her arms through the holes and Norman fastened the straps.
>Every bra was more fitting than the last. They went through this cycle around seven times before running out of bras to try on.
>At the last bra Norman was fiddling with the straps when Sarah stopped him.
>"Thanks for helping, Norman," she cooed, "You've been a real big help."
"No problem," said Norman as he detached the straps.
>The bra fell to Sarah's knees as her breasts hung out again.

"I love you, Sarah," Norman said, pressing their lips together.
>"I love you too, Norman," she said, returning the favor, her neck craning up and behind her to reach Norman's lips.
>Norman's hands swept across her skin like a broom, tickling her slender arm.
>His tongue worked its way inside Sarah, coiling behind her teeth.
>Their breaths fell in rhythm with each other. Norman's hands became more adventurous, moving closer to her sacred orbs.
>Sarah's moans resonated through his ears. It was his signal to explore her body further.
>She gasped as her breast was groped by her lover's hand.
>Norman's mouth moved down to her neck, suckling it like a leech.
>His shirt pressed against her back as her shoulder blades heaved against his chest.
>Norman took his hands off of his mate to take off his shirt. Sarah groaned, begging for him to return his touch.
>Like lightning Norman shot to her breasts again, the shock travelling through her spine from her tender breasts.
>Norman lifted a hand off of her left breasts and slid it to her stomach.
>His fingers flexed under the bulge of her womb. Her navel pushed out, a cute little button marking her gravidity.
>He pictured his child there, curled and suspended in his sac of fluid.
>He was just beneath her skin, nestled in the warm comfort of her womb like an electric blanket.
>All the things he needed to grow and thrive, pumped directly into his body by his mother.
>Norman could think of no place he'd rather be.
>His hand traced further down her body until he met a steep increase in moisture.
>Sarah screamed when Norman glanced her clit with his thumb.
>Norman pushed further down, wedging his fingers between her labia. His fingers sunk into a bed of wet warmth.
>Her folds gave way to his assault, allowing him inside.
>Primal moans shook the room from Norman's deft foreplay. He was glad he'd watched all those porn videos.
>Her pussy coated his fingers in juice; she was already hot from the prospect of Norman caressing her.
>Norman plunged his fingers further inside, her walls suckling his fingers like an eager infant.
>Sarah's body turned to putty under his touch. White fluid leaked from her nipples and spilled over Norman's fingers.

>Norman took his hand away to give Sarah a break. She panted as Norman stripped them both.
>She lied on her back, spreading her legs. Norman's cock twitched as she presented herself to him.
>Her stomach made itself distinct, rising above the level of her tits. Her navel resembled a small nipple.
>Her vulva glistened in the dim light of the room as rivers of lubricant ran down her groin.
>She curled her finger, beckoning him to mate with him. She bit her lower lip to entice him.
>Her other hand slid down to her pussy and spread her lips apart.
>A dark pink hole puckered within the folds, looking for something to fill the void.
>Norman didn't have to be told twice. His cock pulsed as he approached his lover.
>Her ass was poised on the edge of the bed. Norman hooked his hands around her thighs and held them off to the side.
>He pressed hi tip against her burning folds, spreading his legs and gripping her thighs for leverage.
>He looked down over her lover's body, his child growing just inches from his cock.
>Norman slowly thrust his hips forward. His tip disappeared between her slit as Sarah released a deep moan.
>Norman tightened his hand around her thigh, pulling her closer to his groin while simultaneously thrusting inside.
>He bottomed out just a couple inches in front of the cervix.
>His child was sleeping in her womb, and here he was knocking on his door.
>He shrugged off the thought of the threesome and withdrew his length.
>Her walls squeezed his shaft, desperate to keep him inside. Lubrication leaked onto his cock as he paused at the tip.
>Norman thrust back inside firmly, but gently enough to not hurt her.
>Her womb bounced from the force of the thrust and her tits heaved a bit.
>A gasp escaped her lips as his cock stuck itself inside her.
>Norman couldn't help but moan himself as his shaft was engulfed by the familiar cocksleeve.
>It had grown accustomed to his length like it was vacuum-sealing around him.
>Her internal clitoris clung tightly around his shaft, a deep ring of pressure gripping his dick.

>Her body bounced and rippled with every thrust. It was one of the most alluring sights Norman had even seen.
>She was dependant on him. Her body needed his touch, needed his cock to fill the gap between her lips.
>Both lovers moaned as they drowned together in a pool of euphoria.
>Every thrust added more sensation, acting like weights to sink them further into their ocean of pleasure.
>They sank for a long time, descending deeper like two stones in a pond.
>Like everything, however, good things had to come to an end.
>The ocean floor was approaching.
>Norman thrust faster as he neared his peak. Sarah's panting quickened as she herself edged on climax.
>But something was missing. There was something she wanted him to do.
>"Norman," she panted, "Please---my tits---"
>Norman looked down to her breasts and soon saw the source of her strained words.
>Milk was oozing from her nipple, spilling down around her globes and pooling at her stomach. Some of it dribbled down to the bed leaving a dull grey stain on the blanket.
>She was straining, thrusting her chest upwards for stimulation.
>Norman took the invitation greedily. Never stopping his thrusts, he bent down over his lover and clasped his mouth around one nipple and squeezed the other with his free hand.
>Sarah moaned as the tension in her chest was released. Norman's touch shook her, electric stings surging through her spine.
>She wasn't going to last much longer, and neither was Norman.
>He started to thrust with more force, his groans muffled behind Sarah's breast.
>Sarah's body started to lose its grip on reality. Her stomach twisted around her spine.
>An ear-splitting moan shot through the room as she relaxed the tension in her body.
>The first thing Norman felt was the grip around his cock tighten, holding him in place as it was doused in cum.
>Her pussy flexed hard and her cervix kissed his tip. Her back arched and her fingers dug into Norman's back.
>The Next thing Norman felt was his mouth filling with a warm fluid.
The creamy fluid ran through his mouth like melted white chocolate, coating his tongue in her essence.
>It tasted marvelous, an ambrosia that the gods themselves would be jealous of.
>Her other breast leaked its milk down his fingers, streams of white pooling in the gaps between them.
>Norman's own orgasm hit him like a freight train.

>His cock jolted and his balls retracted. His groin contracted, shooting streams of cum inside Sarah's vibrating tunnel.
>A guttural moan rippled through her breast. He still sucked hard, hoping to extract as much nectar as he could.
>Sarah whimpered as heated jets of semen splashed against her cervix. His cock pumped its load inside her, filling her pussy.
>The cum collected at Norman's tip, his cock drowning in its own fluid,
>Norman lay on top of her, careful not to apply weight against her womb.
>He continued to suckle on her tits long after the milk had stopped. Sarah looked down at her lover's work.
>Her pussy heated again from the sight. Norman was feeding on her like a hungry infant.
>She was returning the favor of his kindness by pumping Norman's body full of nutrients.
>She smiled as she thought of the years ahead, Norman and the baby suckling her tits, draining her of milk.
>Norman brought his mouth up to Sarah's. Milk dripped off of his lip as he locked his lips with hers.
>His cock rested inside her heat and cum. It slowly started to die in the aftermath of his orgasm.
>Norman clutched Sarah and rolled on his side with her. Her womb feel lightly onto the bed.
>They embraced a little longer before breaking the kiss.
>They stared into each other's eyes, panting and bathing in the afterglow.
"I love you, Sarah," Norman said, stroking her hair.
>"I love you, too, Norman," she whispered, "I always will."
>They gave each other one last kiss before Sarah shut her eyes.
>Norman went to check on Button, who had passed out while playing a game.
>He laughed to himself all the way back to the master bedroom.
>By the time he got back to bedroom, Sarah was fast asleep as fluids leaked from her body.
>He nestled himself in the spot beside her. He lied there and watched his lover sleep.
>Her still face was the most calming lullaby he'd ever had. He was asleep within minutes.

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