Pushing His Buttons - Chapter 4

Pushing His Buttons

BridgetdrkW & CrankoWanko

Chapter 4 - Climbing Mt. Grant

June’s green eyes danced with girlish delight as she took in the buttons densely arrayed across every inch of the TV-remote looking thing’s front panel. Each button was labeled with cryptic symbols and words, some of which she recognized like Volume and Power while others made little to no sense at all. Transference? Time-Ratio Lock? Target Pairing? Pleasure Indexing? June's fingers traced the buttons' surfaces, wondering what they all did as each responded to her gentle prods, but mostly just eager to push something to satisfy her curiosity.

Centered at the top of the device just below a discrete BeX logo that matched the one on the box was a small, elegant LED screen. It emitted a soft, azure glow, and displayed long strings of data and figures that hinted at the device's undoubtedly mind-blowing capabilities… June squinted as she tried (and failed) to interpret any of the information dancing across the screen. No doubt Grant would’ve been able to make some sense of it, but there was no way in a million years June was about to give that arrogant brainiac the satisfaction of begging for his help. So she counted the passing seconds in silence as she stared at the glowing nonsense words, stubbornly pretending like she understood what she was looking at.

Turning the device over, she was amazed to see that there were additional knobs and sliders spilling over onto the sides and back, all safely recessed so as not to be accidentally pressed. Like the buttons on the front, the delicate sliders and knobs contained tiny markers that suggested precise settings. None of them made any sense to June either.

June ran her fingers along all the buttons, too impatient to try and understand what each one did but hoping one might catch her eye. At some point as she raked across all the buttons, she must have hit the power switch, because the buttons lit up in complicated, unpredictable patterns. A cheerful, feminine voice spoke from a built-in speaker.

‘Deforuto no gengo wa nihongo ni settei sa rete imasu.’

Grant looked up from changing with another stupid smirk, “Okay, so it says gibberish to you; You’re right, BeX Corps seems pretty cool.”

“It’s probably another language, you dingus. Like German or Italian or something.” June replied, most of her attention dedicated to the pretty colors on the flashing remote… In particular a large button brighter than all the others. It was about the size of her fingertip and it was quickly sequencing through all the colors of the rainbow. June touched it with high expectations.

The device chirped unhelpfully.

Grant feigned an enormous yawn, “Oh wow. Really mind-blowing stuff you got going on over there, June. Oh pretty please can I have a turn when you’re done with it?”

“Shut up already.” June was too annoyed to come up with a better retort, and mashed the same button again. Nothing happened. June bounced impatiently in place, “What the frig! How the heck am I supposed to turn this stupid thing on?”

“How should I know?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be the IT mega-geek, and junk? Come on, just help me. You owe me!”

“That’s funny, because last I checked you said we were even, which means I don’t owe you squat.”

June hit Grant with her wide-eyed pouty face, the one that he could never resist. Just to seal the deal she bent forward just a tiny bit, so that he could see down her top if he wanted.

Grant folded even faster than June could have hoped for, “Ugh. Did you even try reading any of the stuff that came with the box? Like a manual or something?”

June hadn’t even thought of looking at the manual (she was a more hands on kind of learner, and reading was so boring), but she wasn’t about to let Grant make her look stupid. “Uhh, I was totally gonna.” She ignored Grant’s smug eyeroll and snatched a small sheet of thick, glossy paper from the box.

“What’s it say?” Grant asked as he took a seat on the bench between the lockers to put on his uniform shorts.

June read aloud in an unimpressed monotone, “Congratulations on your purchase of the QBeX-18 Meta-Remote. Extraordinary comes right out of the box but why stop there? Dive deeper into the ‘BeXtraordinary’ and redefine reality with our ‘BeXclusive’ Membership.”

“BeXclusive?” Grant laughed. “Sounds scammy… and really corny. How much is the membership?”

“$18,000 a year.”

“Oh, that’s it?” Grant replied with a deadpan straight expression and barely missing a beat. “With what they’re paying you here, all you’ll need to do is work a million hours a week or so.”

June scowled with half-feigned irritation, but Grant only raised an eyebrow and added, “Plus overtime, of course.”

June flung the paper slip at Grant’s chest, where it bounced harmlessly off. “Hardy friggin’ har, Mr. Comedy. It’d be well worth it if it let me put your dumb commentary on mute.” She jokingly pointed the remote at her partially disrobed friend when something strange happened… The second that the front of the remote aligned with him, June felt haptic feedback in the remote. Huh… Weird.

Even weirder, three quarter-inch laser dots beamed out of the device’s rounded end, and danced erratically before stabilizing over Grant’s bare chest.

Grant watched the dots of light, “Huh. Never heard of a fancy laser pointer costing $18k a year. Maybe it works better on cats?”

The triangular light pattern reminded June of the Predator’s laser sights, but as her fingers ran over the complicated grid of buttons, the red laser beams began turning green one by one. She then heard a quiet, confirmatory chirp and that same feminine voice. Only this time, it sounded way more playful, as if it were a secret between June and her new toy.

‘Pea ni natta. Tanoshimu! Teehee!’

The words also scrolled across the small LED screen of the remote with a smiley face at the end.

Grant started buttoning up his shirt with a chuckle, “Looks like you’d better start saving. Or, maybe if you ask reeeaaal nice, I’ll loan you half... With interest, of course.” He didn’t tell June, but when the laser lights changed color against his chest, he felt a strange shiver run down his spine and a warm tingle in his fingers and toes, even in his throat near his Adam’s Apple. Stranger still, a quiet buzz sounded deep in his left ear followed immediately by a matching tone in his right, both evenly spaced. It reminded him of the sounds doctors’ equipment made when they were checking your hearing. It hardly seemed natural. He tried to convince himself it was just his nerves being finnicky after all that, ah, up close and personal time with June a minute ago. It wasn’t difficult to imagine, given his heartbeat still felt irregular (and would his boner ever fully go away!?).

June, thinking nothing had happened, humphed in frustration and bounced to her feet so she could focus on the mysterious remote. “Don’t worry, I’ll figure this thing out… You wait and see!” She was so determined that she’d forgotten to even put on her second shoe, as she paced slowly in one shoe and one purple sock.

Grant chuckled at his petite friend’s pointed show of single-minded stubbornness. He knew that she would eventually be staring up at him with her puppy dog eyes, begging him to figure it out for her, and he also knew that he wouldn’t be able to possibly say no. The only question was when she would ask and what he would have her do for him in return. Grant tried to calm his thoughts before they turned any more inappropriate.

June scanned the lit up buttons, running her stubby fingers over them and watching in fascination as each button responded subtly to her touch. She was just about to turn back and grab the big fat instruction booklet she’d thrown at Grant when her finger found a button that caught her interest. It had two stick figures on it and one was way smaller than the other. As she touched it, the button flashed, as if begging to be pressed.

June pursed her lips. What’s the worst that could happen?

Without any further consideration, June pressed it and the remote vibrated pleasantly in her hand.

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Grant felt a bizarre and powerful pressure on his fingers. It was as if someone was pinching all 10 of them as hard as they could… And his toes as well! Uncomfortable warmth radiated from his extremities and ravished his body, pulling everything inward, impacting and compressing it  by curling his muscle, skin, and bone in on itself. For a quarter-second, Grant experienced searing pain… Then nothing but a fuzzy sensation. As his head cleared he found himself standing atop the bench he’d just been sitting on, feeling oddly… Diminished.

And naked? Grant realized he was standing in a rumpled pile of his now grossly oversized clothing, each article now as large as a ship’s sailcloth. And the bench was much bigger.

What the hell? Grant thought as he looked down at his still-tingling hands. His body seemed normal… It was the rest of the world that looked different. The mayor of ‘Different World’ as it seemed remained obliviously facing away from him, and she looked plenty different, too.

Little June didn’t look so little anymore. In fact, she looked to be over a dozen times larger than he was at the moment, which would have put him at around 4 inches tall by his best guess. As Grant came out of his daze, he realized he should probably be getting her attention… But for a moment all he could do was stare up and marvel at the huge (huge!) round backside facing his direction. June’s butt would have filled—and overflowed—his outstretched hands at normal size, but now, well, it would have filled—and overflowed—his entire living room.

Utterly oblivious to what had happened to her friend, June frowned at the lack of results her button push had achieved.

“Extraordinary my big butt!” June whined, rattling the remote in her hands. “I hate when free versions of stuff don’t do anything fun!”

Unfortunately, the button that had caused Grant to shrink was still under June’s finger, and it became the first victim of her random, bad-tempered button-pushing.

The second victim was Grant himself.

With the same flash of discomforting sensations, Grant dwindled from 4 inches tall to barely 1 inch. If the world looked large before, it was positively ENORMOUS now!

“June, what the hell did you do!?” But Grant’s panicked exclamation went entirely unnoticed. He might have had a chance of being heard by the massive black-and-pink haired goddess at his last size, but now his words were little more than squeaks that barely vibrated the surrounding air particles. How was he supposed to get the attention of someone that freaking big??? June had a VERY poor attention span and Grant would often have to fight for her notice when she was distracted. And that was when he towered over her! He didn’t have a good feeling about getting her to turn around and notice him at the size of an SD card but he couldn’t not try, so he started jumping up and down on the end of the bench. “June! JUNE!!!”

But June was too busy pouting. The true irony of the situation was that June needed for the remote to at least do something, anything, or else she’d have to listen to big dumb Grant make his big dumb jokes about BeX and her interest in the company’s products. However, little did she know that Grant could vehemently attest to the product’s efficacy if she would only just turn around. “Come on you stupid remote, work already!” Her thumb smashed down impatiently, crushing one button after another in her bid to make something happen.

Something did indeed happen. Many somethings.

With every button pushed, switch flipped, and dial turned, Grant underwent a new and shocking change.

With a—Click!—there was a flash of bright light, and Grant’s vision filled with spots. Then he could smell like a bloodhound: the damp floors, the stale air, the wood grain bench, even (and most pleasant of all) June’s intoxicating scent from halfway across the room: every odor was distinctly clear. The stimulation was intense—far too much information for his frantic brain to process. June hit another button and then everything changed again..

Grant was in the middle of leaping in the air for June’s attention when—Click!—every muscle in his body froze, and he simply clunked face-first to the ground like a toppled statue. As he lay in the pile of his own clothes, groaning over his bruised face, he could hear June’s childish tantrum continuing. She must have hit the reverse button because—Click!—he could move again. He flopped over and called, “June, you giant moron! Stop pushing random buttons!!!”

But his cries were pointless. Click! There was a ringing in his ear, and then the terrible (but mercifully brief) sensation of every atom in his body separating and reappearing somewhere else, and then Grant was somewhere very strange. His body was gone. He had the odd sensation of floating in… Nothingness? An empty space? There was no cold or warmth. No wet or dry. No light or dark. No quiet or loud. He was like a dreaming consciousness in an endless cloud. Then everything turned, and jostled, and something thudded against the limits of his world, as if trying to get in. A petulant voice boomed through his existence, “Come on, stupid thing… Maybe this button?” Was Grant… In the remote???

June pointed the remote at her own face, and pushed something, wondering if she could somehow determine why it wasn’t working.

Click! Grant was corporeal again, except now he was… A sphere? It was the strangest feeling. He knew his own shape immediately, but he felt an odd yet comforting warmth against his back. Then he moved slightly against his will, and heard a familiar voice booming from very close by accompanied by rhythmic gusts of wind rushing violently toward him and then away from him. Grant didn’t have eyes but as he looked out, somehow, he realized he was in (or simply was?) June’s silver nose stud, pinned to her cute button nose as her impossibly huge eyes stared right past him. He’d been hearing her breath woosh around him. Grant let out a cry of pure shock, but he didn’t actually make any noise: the shout echoed only within his own mind. The short brat didn’t even realize that she’d turned him into a piece of her jewelry!

June turned the remote around and accidentally hit a button as she looked it over.

Click! Grant was back to being regular, human Grant. Well, tiny human Grant, at any rate. He was standing again, feeling precious body heat draining through his bare feet into the cold linoleum floor. The sensation of being suddenly “real” again was overwhelming. He staggered drunkenly just before an enormous sneaker stomped down next to him and nearly crushed him flat. June’s feet had always seemed little, just like her, but not anymore.

Glancing up (way up), Grant could only see the underside of June’s perky breasts bouncing randomly as she jabbed her finger into the priceless remote control again and again. She was still throwing her tantrum, oblivious of his presence.

Click! Click! Click!

In the span of two brief seconds, Grant rapidly shrank to barely a centimeter, then felt an intense ache in his balls and an electrifying tingle down the length of his penis—What the hell!?—then the sensation was gone and he grew back to 1” again… Strange how he was already starting to think of this as his “normal” size.

What couldn’t June’s remote do to him???

The constant changes were making Grant disoriented and dizzy. His knees buckled and he dry heaved. When he caught his breath his voice was a feeble croak, “June… Wait…”

June’s sock-clad foot shifted, nearly bulldozing Grant… And for once, he was actually glad that she was so scatterbrained as to forego her other shoe. If he could just reach his inattentive friend, maybe he could get her to feel his body through her sock! This was the best chance he had of being noticed while he was stuck down at her feet! He gathered his strength and sprinted for her foot–a lavender oasis in a dangerous desert of linoleum. He just had to reach the big klutz before she pressed another—Click!

Grant tripped over his own feet and fell against… Not linoleum, but wood. He was somehow back on the bench again, as if the last minute of insanity had occurred only in his imagination… But it had definitely been real: For one, he was still a mere inch tall. And he still felt the lingering dizziness, the exhaustion, and the fear of every moment coursing through his little, shaking body…

Hopefully he’d never have to experience any of that again.

Something had brought June out of her foul mood. “Oh look, the volume control buttons are lit up now… Does that mean it worked???” June held the + button down until the LED lights along the device’s side lit up to indicate full volume. 

Having collected himself after that mind-bending ordeal, Grant took a breath and called out as loud as he could.

“JUNE, HELP!” Grant heard his voice in his own head just as he always did, but he also heard it coming from the remote’s speaker at an ear-splitting volume!

The unexpected shout made June flinch and stumble clumsily backwards, away from the source of the sound. Lucky for her there was a bench for her big butt to land on.

Not so lucky for the tiny naked man beneath her though… He looked up in a mixture of wonder and abject horror as the largest, jiggliest thing he’d ever seen fell out of the sky towards him, casting him into an imposing, surreal twin shadow. As the goliath, 350’ tall girl surrendered to her imbalance and tumbled gracelessly backwards, Grant couldn’t help but lament the terrible injustice that he was about to pay so dearly for her clumsiness… She hadn’t even put her hands out for balance, she’d simply accepted her fate and was about to let her ginormous butt do its job and cushion her fall.

Grant wasn’t stupid. He knew that in this dire situation, getting caught under one of those big, bubbly cheeks would be a death sentence. The sturdy wood beneath his bare feet was certainly up to the task of supporting the shortstack’s full weight, but at a size barely larger than her pinky toe, was he? Grant prayed that her butt cheeks would have enough “padding” for him to survive…

But he wasn’t going underneath one of her cheeks. The cleft between June’s large buttocks had spread slightly as she descended, and in the span of a millisecond Grant realized three disturbing facts. First, June’s expansive bottom was centered directly over him, as if cruelly positioned by fate itself. Second, he wouldn’t have time to dive aside or run for cover before she slammed onto the entire bench like a planet-cracking asteroid. Then, lastly and worst of all, he could already see the vertical sweat line that marked the deepest recess of June’s deeply wedgied buttcrack coming his way… Right where he was destined to end up.

Honestly, Grant might have preferred a quick death to what came next.

~Whump!!!~

The bench trembled as June plopped down, her soft body jiggling violently upon impact and for several seconds thereafter.

And where little Grant had once stood, now there lay only two gigantic, rippling ass cheeks and two humongous, quivering thighs, both splaying and deforming against the supportive and unyielding wood bench. But like a stage-hand during a magician’s disappearing act, the shrunken man himself had utterly vanished from sight beneath all that soft flesh.

“What the frig?” June groaned, wiggling a stubby digit in her throbbing ear canal. Now the remote was making a shrill, curiously muffled sound, and she didn’t know if she was imagining things but she could have sworn she’d heard her own name!

But June didn’t have the patience to investigate right now. “Ugh, stupid remote must be busted…” There must be someone she could blame for this unsatisfying situation.

And then her eyes widened: that it wasn’t her that found the remote, it was none other than Grant! Had this been his plan all along, to trick her and make her look stupid? Did Grant graduate to hiding pranks within pranks? If so, she’d have to ‘congratulate’ him by escalation of force.

“Grant! Was that another stupid prank, or whatever? Because it was totally dumb and not even very funny!” No response. June glanced around the now empty room and called sourly, “Grant!” But he’d somehow snuck away, and the room was silent. Just those faint, squeaky static noises… Whatever. June tapped the “-” volume button a few times until the annoying sound wasn’t bothering her any more, then stuffed the clearly nonfunctional remote into one of her discarded sneakers and kicked them under the bench for later.

As she sat up straight, June realized she had sat down directly on what she thought was Grant’s dorky polo shirt and slacks. She was mostly right, but that little lump she felt between her cheeks wasn’t just something in his pants pocket. 

It was Grant himself. After (barely) surviving her bouncy landing intact, he’d become wedged in the narrow, humid space between her buttocks, waiting for June to notice and finally help him. It was hard to believe he’d been capable of supporting her full weight in his arms not 15 minutes ago… He’d never encountered anything so unstoppably heavy as giga-June’s enlarged giga-butt. The undersides of her cheeks, which had once rested so nicely in his hands, now splayed out in all directions, covering his entire body until he’d been sealed against the wooden bench, and made totally helpless. Oh how times change.

June, meanwhile, was clueless as ever. She wasn’t even paying enough attention to realize that the lump under her was moving slightly. She was much more preoccupied with getting back at Grant for his silly little “prank,” now that she had some privacy to scheme.

“I can’t believe the dumb-dumb seriously left his clothes out right after messing with mine! I guess they don’t teach you everything at tech support school.” June laughed as she ground her ass into the bench, working off some of her indignation on Grant’s poor clothes while unwittingly dragging the little man along with her. The soft mesh of her shorts was void of just enough friction to force little Grant to tour the length of her deep crack over and over as she shifted her hips. He had hoped that when she finally stopped scooting, he’d find himself at either end of the cleft but sure enough she’d stopped with him sandwiched nearly dead center. Right in the dampest, most pressurized spot… Ugh.

Then June bounced to her feet and scooped up everything of Grant’s off the bench. Everything except for Grant himself, that is: he was nowhere to be seen when she turned around, as her last-second grinding had merged his body with her deepening wedgie.

To his astonishment and terror, Grant found himself smooshed quite firmly between his shortstack rival’s jiggling round globes. He struggled out of instinct, but couldn’t budge himself, as if his combined strength was no match for the idle pressure of June’s buttcrack. He’d been immobilized just by her jiggling ass cheeks. Which was an alarming thought on its own… For now he’d just have to wait, try and ignore the incredible heat and weight pressing against him from both sides (as well as that earthy smell), and hope things changed for him soon.

Well, if he couldn’t move, the least he could do was argue with the giant ditz. “Those clothes are worth an entire paycheck… Probably two or three of yours! You’d better not mess with them!” Grant ordered. “Oh yeah, and also, how about you unshrink me and let me out of your freaking butt crack!?! June!!!” 

But June still wasn’t listening. She’d started walking midway through Grant’s reasonable but unheard list of demands, causing her huge, fleshy glutes to bounce and grind against one another, in a way that was surely delightful to watch from afar, but torture to experience from within.

Grant swayed left and right, synchronized against his will in time with June’s steps, feeling every bounce and ripple that went through her huge body yet coming no looser for it. The massive, dynamically jiggling buns had captivated his gaze more times than he could count, but now he realized just how incredibly effective they were at keeping things securely wedged between them. The movement of her hips made it seem as if her gait was specifically designed to keep any prey stupid enough to fall between her buttocks trapped forever. Not even his squeaky voice could escape her deep crack, let alone he himself!

At least he had a barrier of cloth, albeit thin and unsettlingly damp, separating him from the bare depths of her crack… That was a small but welcome miracle. Too bad it didn’t stop his entire, very naked body from rubbing up against June’s jiggling backside every single time she took even the smallest step forwards. And Grant hated how much a specific part of him seemed to like everything that was happening, as each flex of her mighty glutes seemed to excite him more and more. God, did she walk like this everywhere she went?

With an extra victorious swing in her wide hips, June approached the janitor’s closet and found a mop bucket half filled with murky, opaque water. 

“This’ll be even better than a locker.” Ironically enough, June thought she was just talking to herself but in actuality, little Grant could hear everything she was saying as she stuffed his balled up clothing down into the bucket. “...Cause no one will even think about looking for your stuff there!” 

June snickered to herself; She’d have to make sure she remembered that little quip whenever it came time to stand trial for her playful revenge. After thoroughly patting herself on the back she sauntered over to her locker and stowed away Grant’s wallet and cell phone for safe keepings, both of which she’d removed prior to soaking his clothes in the filthy janitor water. She wasn’t a monster, for pete’s sake! Of course, she’d have to think of some deliciously humiliating favor to demand from Grant before she returned them… She wasn’t running a charity here. If anything, her generosity came at a price. Unlike June, Grant actually had credit cards that weren’t maxed out. The responsible dork even had monthly reminders on his phone to make the payments. June leafed through her friend’s wallet, “Ooooo! So many flashy, colorful cards!” She knew she’d be using one of them to order a pizza later that night, but which one?

A minute later June recalled that she’d promised Grant a truce until lunch time… Then she shrugged. It’s not like she was going to go and fish his stuff back out of the bucket just to plop it back in a few hours later once the truce expired. Plus she was pretty sure it was his fault her cool remote wasn’t working properly, even if she couldn’t actually prove her theory.

Whatever. As far as June was concerned, anything that got on Grant’s nerves was a good thing. It was just too bad he wasn’t around to appreciate her hilarious revenge-prank… Or so she assumed.

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