Pushing Naughty Buttons

By Michelle Morphette

Rob couldn’t figure out what was going on.

Why his neighborhood gym was empty, but the lights were still on and ‘80s music playing.

Why his personal trainer Tim was alone in the locker room shower, washing blood off his body.

Why Rob couldn’t resist touching himself.

And why, when he climaxed, several large plastic buttons sprouted all over Rob’s skin. Buttons that, when pushed, transformed him into a woman. Summoned new pleasures.

Causing even more naughty buttons to grow—

This 5,190-word erotic thriller is a stand-alone story which contains explicit adult content. It is not recommended for readers under age 18.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michelle Morphette
• Release date: Feb 11, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310412561

Michelle Morphette

Isn’t it funny how things you liked as a kid actually turn you on when you get older? Maybe it’s just me, I don’t know. When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a unicorn when I grew up. Then I wanted to be Sailor Venus. Now I wanna be in a three-way with both of them! I used to do fanfics, but now I want to make my own stories. Sexy stories about whatever pops in my head. Tales with lots of alien tentacles, monster tongues, and huge metal robot dicks that won’t stop. So, join me for an adventure in one of my books! It’ll be fun!

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Pushing Naughty Buttons

SEXY SUPERNATURALS, VOL. 5

SEPTEMBER 1, 2013

By Michelle Morphette

Copyright 2013, 2015 Michelle Morphette

Smashwords Edition

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The story you are reading is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. It may not be re-published in any medium, in whole or in part, for profit or not, without the author’s express written consent. This story contains explicit adult content. It is not intended for readers under 18 years of age. All characters are over 18, so don’t worry – it’s okay to touch yourself.

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Mercifully, 18-year-old Rod Young’s first year of college had ended, bringing to a close a season on the cross-country team that had fallen well short of expectations. He’d been fast in high school, but his new teammates were relentless, and his training turned into a fight for survival. His best time of the year was just barely faster than that of the quickest member of the female team, and a pulled groin in the regional championships nearly ended his season altogether.

Going home for the summer had done much to lift Rod’s spirits, especially sleeping in his own bed and eating properly-cooked food. But what he enjoyed most were his ten-mile runs down the back roads from his home to the Pleasant View Gym.

The gym was the most popular spot in town. On the ground floor, men in sweaty black sleeveless shirts and baggy shorts ruled the weight room like restless animals in a zoo. Their groans and grunts filled the sweat-heavy air, spotters urging their beastly shapes through rep