Button looked around himself, uncomfortable already in the land of jocks and sweat. A temple dedicated to their perverse ways of working out and being, worst of all, healthy. Bah. Such things were not the domain of nerds! Nerds were proud in their laziness, incompetence… though more of them could learn the ways of deodorant like jocks did.

He wasn’t really here to work out though. That much was probably obvious, but he was still nervous about it. After all, the watch worked in the arcade, but Faust worked in the arcade. What if it didn’t work here? What would he do then? Well, probably nothing. He’d just look like an idiot who was yelling at an expensive watch like a lunatic.

First thing was first though and that was figuring out exactly what he wanted to do. His first idea had been to go into the girl’s locker room, something he was still thinking about, but a warmup out here could be… satisfying. He knew plenty of jerks back from high school that were probably working out here.

And then he saw one of the girls that had really tormented people his freshman year, including smashing his gameboy in his freshman year. She was a couple years older but had stayed behind for a year longer than she should have because she was anything but a model student. No, she was a delinquent, a bitch, and was somehow stacked almost as much as Switch had been.

Gilda. With short in the back, long in the front white hair, styled to be spiked in the front and hang in her face, she was working out on a… Ugh. He didn’t know. It was that thing that you work to bring your arms together while sitting on a bench? No matter what, he was surprised she didn’t have the equipment crush her breasts with each repetition, though her arms did a plenty good job, something plenty of the guys had noticed.

Including Button, who now clicked the top of the watch. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was going to do with her though. He could finally actually fuck a girl but Gilda… He wasn’t sure if he wanted it to be her. Admittedly, part of his head said it shouldn’t be through timestop at all but with someone who loved him but that was… unlikely. Not because he didn’t think it was possible but because he’d been tempted a hundred times over to stop time on the way here from every girl passing him on the street.

But Gilda? Nah. He knew that much. Not with some bitch from school that he wanted to get even with. As he planned what he was going to do though, he did check his surroundings. There were mostly guys, but the couple girls there along with Gilda was a little comforting, especially once Button saw some rope. He knew he shouldn’t think of doing anything with it, but his brain also was tempting him in very, very naughty ways as the watch became warmer in his hand.

So, with rope in hand, he came back to Gilda. Her yellow eyes were as intense as always, but the mocking grin she had told him she knew all too well what she was doing to the guys in the gym. Or, at least, that’s how Button interpreted it. He did feel like his case was strengthened when he realized her nipples were poking through her thick, white shirt, which meant she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Wait, she wasn’t wearing a bra? He blinked a few times at that idea, not able to really believe it before he reached down and yanked her shirt up. It wasn’t as slow or oblivious as before, but fueled still by the same hormones that had pushed him to act with Switch.

Her shirt was just as tight as Switch’s though, so the yank pulled the breasts up as they tried to cling to it, her sweat having made the inside damp. With a little more strength though, he brought the bottom over the crest of her chest, allowing the ample, heavy breasts to come down with a loud smack against her muscled body.

And nothing separated them from the air. They were also tanned, just like the rest of her, and he really doubted that she used spray tan or a tanning booth. That meant those breasts were bare at the beach, something he might have one day seen if he ever went to the beach. Now though, he got to take them in entirely, not from a distance or in the scorching heat, but instead in an air conditioned room where they glistened and sparkled with sweat.

He didn’t hesitate this time as he reached forward, taking each of them into his hands, relishing the fact that he even could. After all, a nerd like him was never supposed to be able to get at these. No, he was just some child in her eyes who could never handle her. Well, now he handled her and he… felt like there was a little more flesh than he could handle actually as it spilled out slightly between his fingers from how tightly he gripped them.

He didn’t want to end it so soon, so instead he brought his fingers closed and brought his hands down, feeling for the right spot to do what he wanted. For a girl whose body was so rough and rugged, with muscle defining every part of her, he was amazed by how smooth she was over her chest. How easily his hands could glide across her skin. How inviting this one part of her body was against the rest.

And then, between his middle and pointer finger for each hand, he felt her nipple pressing back against his hand. That was what he wanted, having felt it glide across his palm just a moment ago. He wondered how she felt about how pronounced the nubs were. Did she see them as useful because they could so easily be seen poking through their shirt, or annoying because he could just imagine how much they ground against her shirts and the like. His mom complained about that a lot.

Well, that, and how annoying it was for her that they were so sensitive, something that he only heard because of how long it had just been the two of them, but also meant he had pretty high hopes for what even a little play with these would mean. So, opening his two fingers on each hand, he let the perky nipples slip through before clenching back around them between his knuckles. He gave a practice tug to make sure he had a good grip and then smiled to himself at his success.

From there he pulled on them hard, seeing how much her breasts could stretch and… being mildly impressed. He then brought his head forward as he kept his arms back, nuzzling into the space between her breasts… before gagging on the scent of Gilda’s sweat. Nope. He would try something like that with someone else but definitely not her. Not that he had to be done as he pushed her breasts back down, watching them compress against her chest while he kept his tight grip on her nipples. Like this though they wouldn’t as easily slip out as when he pulled them back. That meant that as he shifted his fingers up and down, he could roll and grind it between them, teasing them as best as he could figure out. Well, best without getting too close to that sweat.

After a full minute of this teasing, which he actually tried timing himself on before remembering that he was in a time bubble, he did let go of her breasts. After all, while he wanted to make sure that she would get off on what he did, he did have a raging problem down under that was demanding to be taken care of. So he got up, fidgeted a little as he calmed whatever nerves he had left and began figuring out how exactly he would do this.

After a few moments, he had it. He slid her down so she had her back on the bench, her head just above the top of it between the cushioning and the machine. He then brought her arms, using the rope from earlier to tie them together and then to the machine. It was a part of his grand scheme but it also hopefully would help make sure she didn’t move anywhere while he was, uh, ‘taking care of himself’.

And then, with her mouth open, he finally pulled his cock out. He was as rigid as a rock and it trembled in his hand. No, it wasn’t trembling. He was trembling. After all, using Switch’s thighs felt less invasive than this. Then again, with a squawking bully like her, shutting her mouth was every teenage boy’s dream. Now that he was… you know, what was a man? He was eighteen so that counted, right? Yeah! He was a confident, strong man who could do whatever he wanted to! Well, at least, you know, so long as he didn’t hurt anyone.

He shook his head to clear himself of the thoughts, figuring them unimportant at the moment as he looked back down at Gilda. Her mouth was waiting for him after all and all he had to do was lower himself right into her expectant mouth. He just had to do it slowly, which meant squats. Long, painful squats. Great. Well, he was at the gym after all.

So, finally, with every bit of awkwardness and nerves expected of a boy of his disposition, he bent his knees, cock in hand as he finally pushed it between her lips. He had opened her mouth slightly, but he was slightly too thick to not need to force them open a little more with the tip of his cock. Even her lips brushing against it though made him shiver. It wasn’t quite as good as Switch’s thighs, not yet, but it felt much more taboo.

That didn’t stop him though. Not now at least, and he didn’t notice the thin wisps of black coming from the stopwatch as he brought his hips down. His body came to a full stop as he accidentally pushed half of his cock down her throat at once. After all, now it was much better than Switch’s thighs. It was warm, wet, and truly all encompassing within it, especially after he got past the few inches between her teeth and her closed throat. There it was such a tight fit, but it still accepted him. Still was able to accomodate for all of his girth as he pulled out slightly and then slammed his hips back down.

He loved it. Absolutely adored it. Problem was that his thighs hated it just as much as his legs trembled, not used to the pose in the slightest, let alone with the strain put on his body from, well, everything else he was doing. So, instead of the slow, methodical squats he had planned, they turned into frantic, deep lunges down her throat, his balls smacking against her face as spit splattered down Gilda’s lower jaw, flying off of Button’s cock with each time he brought his cock up for air.

The only reason he didn’t end up drowning her in cum was an honest fear of what would happen if he fell on her head during a timestop like this. He couldn’t allow that, so even while his body wanted to tense up to end it all, he forced his legs up, dragging every inch out of her throat before his cock smacked her on the way out and stood high and mighty as it unloaded even while its owner fall back onto his face.

There he laid, dazed and twitching, satisfied by it all as he let his head roll to the side. There he found a cycling machine just an inch from his eye and his blood ran cold. Maybe should have thought about his own safety here honestly…

With that little scare he finally managed to find his feet, his legs ready to buckle underneath him as he used his almost murderer to help him up. Looking across from him he couldn’t help but let out a small whistle at his handiwork. After all, from stem to stern, Gilda was splattered in cum. Some on her face here, a good glob hanging off her extended bang there, a heaping dose that managed to hit the rather large target of her breasts, and then more than enough to stain her black leggings across her lower half, which probably got the worst from after the fall.

It was just about perfect for what he could have wanted as he limped back towards the entrance, somewhere where he was inconspicuous but able to watch it all unfold. After all, not only did he want to see her reaction, he also wanted to make sure that she’d remain safe. It was only fun so long as no one really got hurt.

So, with a bit lip, he clicked the stopwatch. Gilda was, naturally, the first to notice anything was off. He expected at least a few seconds of her reaction before she noticed anything in her throat, but was taught something. Anything he did to different parts worked on their own timeline, so while she gasped, her mouth wide open as her throat spasmed from where his cock had been, her legs were already twitching from everything else, trying to find more stable purchase as her leggings grew noticeably moist, and then drenched as she arched her back. That was also about the time she began to cough, which made sense as he had spent much more time on her breasts than her throat.

He was also right about her sensitivity as she writhed and panted for everyone to watch, unable to really go anywhere because of the hand bindings as her eyes rolled back, her legs spread open as she moaned like a complete slut. They all got to watch as she rolled through what had to be at least two more orgasms, her body twitching through it all while people finally recovered from the shock of her suddenly being like this. Some took pictures, some laughed, one dude fell off the treadmill he was- Wait, make that three. Oops.

One dude came forward, saying he would help, but he came just too late to be safe. Instead, Gilda only saw a man coming as she panted, her eyes only half open. His approach got them to narrow and Button was honestly impressed. He expected her to be too weak to do much of anything. Instead, she coiled back, brought her knees up to her chest, and then kicked the man hard enough to send him into the wall across from her.

And then the swearing started. All the swearing at literally everything she could see, which made it very hard for any of the girls to get properly close as she flailed and struggled against her bonds.

It was definitely satisfying for Button, if not a little horrifying, but at least she’d likely keep some of her dignity after launching a dude. Now he just had to figure out what to do next.

Which was when his phone beeped. A quick glance at it told it was his mom texting him and he pulled it up. The message was simple. To text when he came home so she could heat up dinner for him.

At three in the afternoon. Two hours before they normally had dinner.

He shut his eyes, the cursing and screaming now chilling him to the bone as he reached out for anything else. Something that would make him do anything than think about this.

And then the door to the locker rooms on the other side of the lobby closed. The locker rooms that led to the pool, and where lots and lots of girls were possibly changing in.

Yeah, that would definitely take his mind off things as he made his way for it.

Author's Note

To all of you wondering what's up with the possible plot at the end there, you are obviously new to my writing.. Don't worry, it'll only take front stage at the climax. Promise.