The big blue button lies there on top of the control desk.
Unstained, clean, untouched. With a glass hovering above to protect it from filthy stuff.
But that's the problem; the button doesn't want to be clean.
It wants to be filthy, greasy, and have its cherry popped.
It wants it with every burning fibre of its being; the penetration, the passion of being pushed, the feeling of being used after years of being a still object.
But it knows very it well never happen, never. The harsh truth makes the blue button's heart ache, but what can it do?
Because it activates something very big, it only exists as the last option for its master. Unfortunately, that day never came.
It was doomed to watch its younger siblings beside it get fucked up daily by those big meaty hands forever.
Oh those hands.
Everyday, a human or two with glasses and lab coats would come over the desk with their extraordinary hands and push a dozens of lever handles and buttons for hours.
One human would have long, manicured, and soft looking fingers and palms gracefully fucking every keys and button it touches. And one human would have big strong meaty hands just mercilessly smashing everything it goes in its way.
The blue big button wants to feel both of them. Their fingers and palms covering its entire body and pushing it mercilessly back to its hilt with burning determination and longing lust.
The thought of that always give the blue button a tinge of jealousy, it's not fair that its friends and family gets to be pushed and pulled every few hours a day while it gets to sit there in this motherfucking glass.
It wants to feel it too, those foreign hands on its body.
So despite the years have passed by, it vows to wait for as long as it takes. Or die waiting.
And luckily for our big blue button, its waiting has been fulfilled.
Because one last night, while the button and its friends were laying there still (as if they could get anywhere but there lol), a shadow came bursting from the door!
The shadow hastily locks the door with nearby chair for good measures and turns to walk towards the control desk. Our blue button, still inside its glass box, looks up to the mysterious human.
It couldn't recognize them; they wore black clothings and a beanie, something the button has never seen before as it always seen humans in white lab coats and glasses. But it notices its hands were a mixture of the two human's hands it sees: It was soft-looking, but it also seemed firm and big at the same time. As if the two usual hands the button fantasize have merged into one set of perfect hands.
Oh if it didn't felt intense jealousy at its companions before, it does now. Just the way the foreign human pushed the other buttons so hard and determined, gracefully and vigorously. It's really arousing.
Then, something incredible and unexpected happened.
The hand flew over to its spot! It hovered over the glass for a long agonizing moment before flipping it up!
Is the blue button dreaming?
Is this the time it has been waiting for?
