08-05-2008, 04:25 AM
Belly Piercing written by New Attempter
Samantha (Sam) and Lisa couldn't believe their eyes. "Belly punching? That's some pretty sick stuff." They both thought out loud. They were looking for some belly button piercing sites, because the two best friends were going to celebrate their graduation that way. They weren't too sure. Sam was worried that her muscular stomach wouldn't have enough loose skin and Lisa was worried that her navel, a deep innie w/ a baby fat layered oval when she relaxed her tummy might hide the piercing. She also wasn't sure about wearing clothes that would show her navel, since she always wore pants or skirts that concealed her navel but still showed enough of her stomach to let anyone know that she wasn't into sit-ups
"Don't girls get sick from this stuff?" asked Lisa. The cute brunette was trying to imagine what being punched that many times would do to her.
"Well, these girls are mostly built from steel. It keeps the fantasy going, I guess," said Sam. "I'm sure your stomach could handle that many," said Lisa, pressing a palm across and into her stomach.
Sam sat up and did a backstretch, her cropped cotton T-shirt lifted up to her third rib. "If I got punched that many times, I'd be bleeding from the mouth."
Lisa started to yawn and do the same thing, only, her back arched in, and her tummy protruded over her belt. When she came back down, she pulled her skirt waist up again. "If I got punched, I punch him back in the nose."
Sam looked at her. "After you doubled over bawled your eyes out, puked your guts until you couldn't breathe and then asked him to hold still so you could punch him in the nose."
Lisa caught the sarcasm. "But, what guy in his right mind would want to hang around a girl that's holding her stomach and turning green? Anyway, if I went down in one punch, I wouldn't have to worried about stuff being broken or bleeding from the mouth."
"Yep, that's exactly what the piercer might be thinking when he's through with yours." Said Sam.
The two girls went to the mall where the piercing took place. Lisa insisted on eating something small. Being punched in the stomach aside, she knew that a needle against her skin might make her do any one of three things - faint, vomit or both - and she figured eating something might keep her from fainting at least, and if her stomach couldn't handle the needle, she'd have something in her stomach instead of dry heaving. They paid a visit to the food court, where Sam stuck to water so her stomach would feel full (and so she'd have something to offer the floor if it didn't go well). The piercer told them to stay off the food. Lisa wasn't an overeater, but she went for two small pizza slices instead of just one. Her stomach small, but once it had something inside, it pushed against her weak muscles, she allowed her back to arch forward more, and she'd have to loosen her belt so her navel wouldn't be impaled by the button on her skirt. There was a difference between having a navel piercing and having a navel impaled.
"You see, they like ROUND bellies," joked Lisa, when she kept noticing guys giving her more glances than Sam. Sam noticed. She had always noticed.
"They just like pregnant women," retorted Sam. This always put Lisa in her place. Lisa didn't look anywhere near to being pregnant unless she had eaten to much or triggered her lactose intolerance.
Two junior high looking boys wearing punkish attire were approaching them as they got closer to the piercing palace. One of them spoke up. "Are you guys getting pierced too?"
"Too?" thought Lisa. "They're too young."
"Sure," said Lisa.
Sam nodded. She noticed that both of their eyes were glancing at Lisa's tender tummy.
"Where?"
"Bellybutton," said Lisa, pulling her skirt waistband down to reveal her deep innie.
"Same here," said Sam.
There was a lot of noise and commotion in the mall. So when the two boys passed the girls, they figured it would be safe to try to snatch one of the girl's purses. Lisa's purse was just slack enough for them to try, and they grabbed, but her reflexes were too quick. Lisa yelped in fright as she yanked back. Sam reacted and started to jump at one of the boys, but he suddenly kicked out and torpedoed a steel toed boot an inch above Sam's navel. It barely penetrated her tight muscles, but the shock and the force shoved her stomach up, and she felt the tight squeeze of quease.
She gasped for air, dropping down to her knees and folding over. Lisa was now at the mercy of both boys. Her stomach told her to give up the purse, but her brain wasn't that easily fooled by her fear. The boy with the tightest grip had pulled her down to where she was stooping and off balance, but now with her knees up in front of her to protect her from a direct punch.
The other boy came up behind her, forced his hands across her soft, warm belly and squeezed. His hands sank deep into her gut, making her lower belly stick out of the skirt. Bile burned in her mouth as her stomach was literally squeezed of its contents. The boy with the hold on her purse shoved his index finger into her innie, making her want to surrender, lie on her back and arch her belly upward helplessly. Lisa rolled over, still hanging onto the purse and being slightly outstretched, making herself an easy target. The boy who squeezed her saw the girl's tan stomach in its entirety and rocketed his fist into the swollen gut an inch above her navel.
Lisa's stomach lurched hard. Had the punch been anywhere else, she would have still been overwhelmed by the urge to cry. She convulsed between sobs. But, she also knew that the punch had started a sequence of events that she was unable to control. The boy yanked his fist out of her belly and pushed his friend back away from her, leaving the purse. They had punched her, hoping it would make her let go...but he felt the contents of her stomach on that punch, and he felt her stomach lurch. Her stomach contracted and she ejected her stomach's contents in one forceful heave.
The double team on Lisa had only been for about 15 seconds, and Sam was beginning to catch her breath, being the stronger one. She was getting ready to jump in again, this time, making sure she'd catch the unexpected boot when she saw a sobbing Lisa simply fold over on both of her hands. Sam had seen Lisa do this before but under kinder conditions - like right after a roller-coaster ride.
But, the sudden and horrible retch made Sam's stomach lurch, and as if in a delayed reaction. The two boys scrambled back and took off in the crowd, leaving a sobbing Lisa, still trying to empty her stomach's contents. She initially puked involuntarily, but now, she was just plain disgusted with her inability to take the punch. Security arrived, and a small crowd had gathered, but Lisa said she'd be fine. Sam got her piercing, but Lisa wanted to stomach it another day.
"Belly punching," she said, as Sam exited the store, a shiny jewel in her navel.
"Just do some sit-ups, girl," said Sam. "So when the fist hits your stomach, it'll have to work a little harder to make you feel sick to your stomach."
"No, I think I'll just paint a little target on my belly," said Lisa. "Forget the piercing."'
Samantha (Sam) and Lisa couldn't believe their eyes. "Belly punching? That's some pretty sick stuff." They both thought out loud. They were looking for some belly button piercing sites, because the two best friends were going to celebrate their graduation that way. They weren't too sure. Sam was worried that her muscular stomach wouldn't have enough loose skin and Lisa was worried that her navel, a deep innie w/ a baby fat layered oval when she relaxed her tummy might hide the piercing. She also wasn't sure about wearing clothes that would show her navel, since she always wore pants or skirts that concealed her navel but still showed enough of her stomach to let anyone know that she wasn't into sit-ups
"Don't girls get sick from this stuff?" asked Lisa. The cute brunette was trying to imagine what being punched that many times would do to her.
"Well, these girls are mostly built from steel. It keeps the fantasy going, I guess," said Sam. "I'm sure your stomach could handle that many," said Lisa, pressing a palm across and into her stomach.
Sam sat up and did a backstretch, her cropped cotton T-shirt lifted up to her third rib. "If I got punched that many times, I'd be bleeding from the mouth."
Lisa started to yawn and do the same thing, only, her back arched in, and her tummy protruded over her belt. When she came back down, she pulled her skirt waist up again. "If I got punched, I punch him back in the nose."
Sam looked at her. "After you doubled over bawled your eyes out, puked your guts until you couldn't breathe and then asked him to hold still so you could punch him in the nose."
Lisa caught the sarcasm. "But, what guy in his right mind would want to hang around a girl that's holding her stomach and turning green? Anyway, if I went down in one punch, I wouldn't have to worried about stuff being broken or bleeding from the mouth."
"Yep, that's exactly what the piercer might be thinking when he's through with yours." Said Sam.
The two girls went to the mall where the piercing took place. Lisa insisted on eating something small. Being punched in the stomach aside, she knew that a needle against her skin might make her do any one of three things - faint, vomit or both - and she figured eating something might keep her from fainting at least, and if her stomach couldn't handle the needle, she'd have something in her stomach instead of dry heaving. They paid a visit to the food court, where Sam stuck to water so her stomach would feel full (and so she'd have something to offer the floor if it didn't go well). The piercer told them to stay off the food. Lisa wasn't an overeater, but she went for two small pizza slices instead of just one. Her stomach small, but once it had something inside, it pushed against her weak muscles, she allowed her back to arch forward more, and she'd have to loosen her belt so her navel wouldn't be impaled by the button on her skirt. There was a difference between having a navel piercing and having a navel impaled.
"You see, they like ROUND bellies," joked Lisa, when she kept noticing guys giving her more glances than Sam. Sam noticed. She had always noticed.
"They just like pregnant women," retorted Sam. This always put Lisa in her place. Lisa didn't look anywhere near to being pregnant unless she had eaten to much or triggered her lactose intolerance.
Two junior high looking boys wearing punkish attire were approaching them as they got closer to the piercing palace. One of them spoke up. "Are you guys getting pierced too?"
"Too?" thought Lisa. "They're too young."
"Sure," said Lisa.
Sam nodded. She noticed that both of their eyes were glancing at Lisa's tender tummy.
"Where?"
"Bellybutton," said Lisa, pulling her skirt waistband down to reveal her deep innie.
"Same here," said Sam.
There was a lot of noise and commotion in the mall. So when the two boys passed the girls, they figured it would be safe to try to snatch one of the girl's purses. Lisa's purse was just slack enough for them to try, and they grabbed, but her reflexes were too quick. Lisa yelped in fright as she yanked back. Sam reacted and started to jump at one of the boys, but he suddenly kicked out and torpedoed a steel toed boot an inch above Sam's navel. It barely penetrated her tight muscles, but the shock and the force shoved her stomach up, and she felt the tight squeeze of quease.
She gasped for air, dropping down to her knees and folding over. Lisa was now at the mercy of both boys. Her stomach told her to give up the purse, but her brain wasn't that easily fooled by her fear. The boy with the tightest grip had pulled her down to where she was stooping and off balance, but now with her knees up in front of her to protect her from a direct punch.
The other boy came up behind her, forced his hands across her soft, warm belly and squeezed. His hands sank deep into her gut, making her lower belly stick out of the skirt. Bile burned in her mouth as her stomach was literally squeezed of its contents. The boy with the hold on her purse shoved his index finger into her innie, making her want to surrender, lie on her back and arch her belly upward helplessly. Lisa rolled over, still hanging onto the purse and being slightly outstretched, making herself an easy target. The boy who squeezed her saw the girl's tan stomach in its entirety and rocketed his fist into the swollen gut an inch above her navel.
Lisa's stomach lurched hard. Had the punch been anywhere else, she would have still been overwhelmed by the urge to cry. She convulsed between sobs. But, she also knew that the punch had started a sequence of events that she was unable to control. The boy yanked his fist out of her belly and pushed his friend back away from her, leaving the purse. They had punched her, hoping it would make her let go...but he felt the contents of her stomach on that punch, and he felt her stomach lurch. Her stomach contracted and she ejected her stomach's contents in one forceful heave.
The double team on Lisa had only been for about 15 seconds, and Sam was beginning to catch her breath, being the stronger one. She was getting ready to jump in again, this time, making sure she'd catch the unexpected boot when she saw a sobbing Lisa simply fold over on both of her hands. Sam had seen Lisa do this before but under kinder conditions - like right after a roller-coaster ride.
But, the sudden and horrible retch made Sam's stomach lurch, and as if in a delayed reaction. The two boys scrambled back and took off in the crowd, leaving a sobbing Lisa, still trying to empty her stomach's contents. She initially puked involuntarily, but now, she was just plain disgusted with her inability to take the punch. Security arrived, and a small crowd had gathered, but Lisa said she'd be fine. Sam got her piercing, but Lisa wanted to stomach it another day.
"Belly punching," she said, as Sam exited the store, a shiny jewel in her navel.
"Just do some sit-ups, girl," said Sam. "So when the fist hits your stomach, it'll have to work a little harder to make you feel sick to your stomach."
"No, I think I'll just paint a little target on my belly," said Lisa. "Forget the piercing."'