Push The Buttons! Part 2

>It had been five months since Norman had been given the bonus.
>He had given Ms. Mash something else in return. For five months he had watched her grow, her stomach bulging further with every passing week.
>He remembered the exact minute when she had called him just a week after the conception.

FIVE MONTHS EARLIER

>He answered the phone as soon as he saw her number, just as he had done the entire week, expecting another gig.
>His greeting was met with a breathy voice as sweet as honey. It was Sarah. She sounded excited.
>"Hey Norman," she began, "You remember the 'bonus' I gave you for being such a good babysitter."
"Yeah," Norman said, hanging on the word a bit too long, "What about it?"
>He heard a lump lodge in her throat as she continued the call.
>"Listen, I started to throw up this morning," she said, "I went to the doctor to see if it was some bad fish, and---"
"And?"
>"Norman," she paused, taking a deep breath, "You're going to be a father."
>The phone tumbled to the floor as Norman's body petrified.
"What did she just say?"
>He picked up the phone with his quivering hand and brought it to his ear.
"I'm going to be a what?" Norman stuttered, "This can't be real, Sarah."
>A sigh forced its way through the receiver as she tried to keep him calm.
>"Listen, Norman," she started, a motherly tone in her voice, "It's true. This is your baby. But it's not your fault."
"Sarah, I don't care if it's my fault," he said, "I'm just having a hard time believing---"
>"You don't have to believe me," she said, "but it's the truth. Can you come over? We need to talk about this."
"Alright, Sarah," he sighed, "I'll be right there."
>Norman hung up the phone and buried his face in his hands.
"This can't be happening," he thought, "This can't be fucking happening!"
>Norman, in spite of the crisis, sped off towards Button's home.
>It would be the last time Norman was allowed to sleep in his own room.
>When he arrived home his parents confronted him. They told him to take responsibility and live with Ms. Mash.
>Before Norman could object, his parents tossed his belongings and packed clothes into his car, gave him goodbyes, and sent him on his way.
>Sarah welcomed him with open arms. Button was just happy that he had someone to play with.

>The next five months were spent discussing the plans for the baby.
>They debated over his name, fussed over his nursery, and argued over what gender the child would be.
>Norman watcher her womb grow every week, expanding like a maturing watermelon.
>Her breasts grew nearly a full size, forcing her to upsize her bra.
>A dark line, the "linea negra" according to Purple, ran down her stomach, her navel poking out to make room for her expanding uterus.
>The baby started to kick some time at the start of the second trimester, when her baby bump was beginning to shape.
>Norman put his ears to her stomach, feeling the beating of the child's limbs against his warm prison.
>There was something arousing about watching the parasite grow inside Sarah.
>It was he who planted the seed of the watermelon in her garden.
>He who caused this to happen to her body. Her tiny waist bulged outwards, straining against her back as the weight grew heavier.
>Her hips seemed to widen, even more so than before, in preparation for the child's birth.
>Sarah cared for the baby with great care. She didn't smoke nor drink during the pregnancy.
>She read every book about how to take care of the fetus. It depended on her for survival.
>She was given the task of carrying Norman's child within her womanhood, her maternal machine forced into action again after nearly ten years of disuse.
>But the most distinguishing change in the fertile female was her breasts.
>Sarah had been proud of her perky, pillow-like C cups, but now the pregnancy breathed new life into them.
>As if someone had attached an air hose and flipped on a compressor, her breasts expanded, spilling out of her bras.
>All fifty pairs of C-cup bras in her closet were rendered useless by her astonishing growth.
>She now had a textbook set of D-cups, and Norman definitely wasn't complaining.
>He usually preferred small-breasted women, but something about watching her breasts grow against her will was arousing.

>One day, Norman flipped to his side on the master bed, where he slept beside Sarah.
>Those familiar discs of electric blue greeted his groggy golden eyes.
>"Morning, sweetie," she giggled, "How was your night?"
>Norman sat up, rubbing his head. His hair was wilder than a drunk girl college girl in a sperm bank.
"Fine, I guess," he said, "You?"
>"I slept alright," she said, "The little tike woke me up a couple times, though."
"Sorry to hear that," Norman laughed, "My little buddy kept me up too."
>Sarah's laugh was intoxicating, her breath dancing through her vocal cords like an a choir of angels.
>"Oh you," she waved him off, "I have to go shopping for some ... maternity clothes. I was wondering if you wanted to bring Button along and we can go on a family outing?"
>If someone had asked Norman to take a ten year old out on a shopping trip five months ago, he might have told them to piss off.
>The past six months, however, had warped the canvas of his mind into a paternal Picasso sketch.
"I'd love to, Sarah," he gave her a quick peck on the cheek, "I'll start getting me and Button ready and we can head out in an hour."
>"Sounds good to me," she replied, stretching her legs over the side of the bed, "Maybe afterwards you can help me try them on."
>Her last words hung on the edge of a seductive smile. She slid off the bed and went to the restroom.
>"I'll be in the shower," she said as she closed the door.
>Norman slung his legs over the side of bed, clad only in his briefs.
>He heard the hiss of the shower coming to life, water cascading into the drain.
>Sarah's feet fell lightly on the tiles of the shower with the grace of a Russian ballerina.
>Norman thought about her in the shower, rivers of water streaking down her gravid body.
>His boner pushed against the fabric of his trousers, signaling his intentions.
>He needed to take a shower too, after all.

>He slipped out of his briefs and crept into the bathroom. The door, thankfully, didn't creak.
>His feet tread on the tile floor as he sulked to the door like a hungry cat.
>His erection swayed with every step he took, eager to begin its upcoming task.
>Sarah hummed from behind the shower curtain. It was a sweet birdsong, an innocent contrast to Norman's intentions.
>Norman clutched the edge of the curtain and took a deep breath.
>He pulled his arm back, pulling back the curtain like a premiere of a Broadway play.
>Sarah gasped as the curtain opened. She covered her nipples with one arm and her crotch with the other.
>Norman stared at her pose. It was like the Venus de Milo sculpture, only pregnant.
>Streams of water ran down her baby bump before crashing onto the floor below.
>Sarah's eyes drooped and a smile grew across her face.
>"Oh, it's you," she giggled, putting her arms to the side to give Norman a full display, "I was afraid it was Button for a second."
"Button's still sleeping, dear," Norman said, stepping into the shower, "I just thought you'd want some company."
>"You sure know how to read a girl's mind," she giggled.
>Norman closed the curtain behind him, sealing the lovers in their small, sensual world.
>They pressed their bodies together, her three humps digging into Norman's bare skin.
>His arms wrapped around her, grabbing her buttocks playfully and pulling her close.
>She draped her arms behind his neck, pulling his head close to her neck.
>Norman took the hint and started to kiss just below her ear.
>Her moans echoed through the bathroom as Norman's member poked her stomach.
>"Somebody's excited," she said. She grasped his cock with her free hand.
>Norman moaned as she worked his shaft with her deft touch. She was experienced; she knew exactly where to fondle him.
>They kissed for what seemed like days before Sarah broke the embrace.
>Smiling devilishly she turned around, her back facing him and her ass pressing against his crotch.

>His cock pointed skyward, held in place by her firm buttocks.
>Norman locked his mouth around her neck like a vampire as his hands groped her breasts.
>Sarah moaned as her sensitive orbs were played with. She ran a hand down to Norman's arm, taking one hand off her breasts for relief.
>Norman slid his hand further down her body, the water of the shower acting as a lubricant.
>Hot rivers of fluid ran down her thighs, and Norman wasn't sure whether it was the shower or her body it was coming from.
>His hand circled around her belly, caressing her womb.
>He wondered if his child knew what was going on, knew what he was doing to him mom.
"Sorry to intrude, kiddo," he thought, "But I saw her first."
>Norman followed the thought with a squeeze of her nipple, sending shivers down Sarah's spine.
>Her senses were rocked further when Norman brought his hand down below her belly, searching for her sacred slit.
>His fingers grazed her button, sending an guttural moan through the bathroom.
>He traced her folds with his index finger, pressing lightly between her lips with each stroke.
>He dug his hand further into her moist pussy. Sarah moved her hips up and down, pressing Norman's shaft against his stomach.
>His cock slid between her buttocks as her body rocked from his massage.
>The lovers broke their kiss as Sarah leaned forward, pressing herself against the tiled wall.
>Norman's cock jolted from the beauty presented to him. Lube dripped from her pussy, splashing to the tiles below and mixing with the water.
>Her slit seemed to wink at him. It was ready to accept his length, inviting the familiar shaft to intrude her.
>"Come on, Norman," she purred, pulling her lip aside with her finger, "I'm all ready for you."
>Norman didn't have to be told twice. He tenderly grabbed her cheeks and aligned his cock with her entrance.
>Norman leaned forward and kissed his lover as he pushed his hips forward.

>Sarah bit her lip, fighting to keep her moan from escaping her. Norman hadn't gotten halfway in before she lost her resolve.
>The moan rang through the shower. The hiss of the shower disguised her noises like the static of an analog TV.
>Norman thrust forward, wedging his shaft inside her tunnel. Sarah's pussy tightened around him, molding to his shape.
>It remembered his member with eidetic clarity. Every bulge of a vein, the shape of his glans, nothing escaped her muscle memory.
>It felt just as it had that fateful night; it may have even been tighter.
>Her womb pressed against her cervix, forcing the rest of her tunnel to contract.
>Norman pulled back but her pussy didn't want to let go. Her moans started to sound like whimpers as she begged for him to stay inside.
>Norman wasn't keen to leave her cocksleeve either. He had hardly pulled out before thrusting back inside.
>Sarah's body shook from the force of the penetration, both physically and emotionally.
>Her womb jostled, her baby-basket undulating under the weight of Norman's primal jabs.
>Norman pumped inside her, her dripping and throbbing pussy suckling on his shaft.
>Her pussy seemed desperate for something. Norman could guess what it was with ease.
>He thrust faster but tenderly, trying not to make her womb a bouncy house.
>He reached forward and clutched her magnificent tits in his hands.

>Sarah screamed from the assault of her most sensitive spots. Norman squeezed her nipples tight between his fingers.
>Sarah whimpered, losing control of her body as Norman toyed with her.
>His constant thrusts bore through her pussy like a drill. His cock was doused in lubrication and burning hot.
>Sarah started to feel her body give in. It felt like someone was taking her lungs and twisting them behind her spine.
>Norman could feel his own peak approaching and pumped harder inside his mate.
>he felt a warm fluid dribble across his fingers. He looked down to see tiny drops running across the dark tiles of the shower.
>The sight aroused him greatly, pushing him right to the edge.
"Where ... do you want it?" Norman panted, his orgasm just inches away from his tip.
>"Wherever you want, baby," she growled, "Just let me finish fir---"
>She was cut off by a ear-shattering howl from her throat.
>Her entire body rocked back and forth on his shaft as her orgasm gripped her.
>Her pussy flexed and shrunk under her womb, latching onto Norman's cock.
>Her tunnel held him in place as it sprayed her juices all over his length.
>Norman's cock bulged as his cum raced out of his body. He knew exactly where to put his seed.
>He gripped her ass and pulled her close as he pushed his cock as far as it would go.
>A growling moan escaped him as cum spilled from his pulsating cock.
>Norman's cock pulsed inside her like a paintbrush, coating her pink walls white with his load.
>Sarah groaned as hot cum shot inside her, crashing against her cervix like a rainstorm.
>It was just like that night five months ago. Her pussy gushed with fluid as Norman held himself inside.
>He came for a solid ten seconds. The last stream of cum trickled into her tunnel.
>He pulled out, dragging his dying cock along her folds and exiting with a small pop. Cum oozed out of her pussy and ran down her thighs.
>She relaxed against the wall, the afterglow washing over her body. Norman pulled her close for a final embrace.

>"I love you, Norman," she said, her baby blue eyes boring through him.
"I love you too," he replied, turning off the water, "Let's get dressed, yeah?"
>"Maybe I should clean up a bit first," she giggled, "You should go get Button ready."
"Okay," Norman laughed, waving her off, "Call us when you're all done in here."
>"Alright," she said. Norman looked down to her thighs. Rivers of cum from both of them clung to her legs.
>He closed to the door to the bathroom and wiped himself off with a rag.