08-06-2008, 01:36 AM
Kim's Experiment Written by Unknown
All right, I've written a story here just because there aren't any New ones on the board. Here goes
It was nearing midnight and just about time for me to head out to Kim's. I didn't really get why she was having me over so late, but she sounded excited, so I figured, why not? She was one of my best friends, after all.
I got to her house wearing what she asked me to; something revealing, especially of my belly. I got her point; she'd asked me to sock her in the stomach a few times before, just to see "how tough she was." Now, there's a big difference between Kim's physique and mine. Kim is slightly curvaceous; I, however, am a toothpick. The only reason my midriff isn't just a spine is all those internal organs in there. Let me detail it for you:
Kim:
-Five foot nine.
-One hundred thirty pounds.
-Slim stomach bordering pudgy, but it still looks good and she loves
showing it off.
-Deep innie navel.
-C cup.
Me:
-Five foot one.
-Seventy-five pounds.
-Stomach so skinny, I disappear when turned sideways, but still fun
to look at.
-Outie navel.
-A cup.
See?
So I got over to Kim's at about twelve thirty. She lives a few blocks away, so I walked. The night was warm, so I didn't suffer too much... I was wearing a pair of jean cutoffs and a short tank top that showed off all of my ribs, my belly, and the top of my pelvis. My feet were adorned by sandals, and I tied back my hair into a short ponytail.
When I arrived, I climbed in through Kim's window. I pulled myself up on the sill, leaning over onto my belly with the sill pressing in on my navel. I kind of winded myself... while my stomach is really skinny, it' still soft. Like I said... it's skin and guts.
As soon as I got in, Kim waved from her bed in the opposite corner. "Hi!"
I was a little stunned; Kim was basically lounging around in her underwear... or just a bit more than. She was wearing a short pair of gym shorts and a small sports bra, showing off her gorgeous stomach. She even had the muscle line down the center. I was always impressed by her fitness.
"How's it going?" I asked.
"Not bad, now that you're here," she commented.
"Yeah... why'd you ask me over so late, anyway?"
The next answer kinda made me wonder. "Well, you know how you always punch me in the stomach? I wanted to see how you'd fare."
"What?"
"I want to show you how to take a punch in your stomach."
Same answer. "What?"
Kim jumped to her feet. "Okay, here. Lie down on your back there."
I did so hesitantly, but why would she hurt me? I didn't think I had anything to really lose.
"Okay," she said. "Now trust me here. Totally relax your stomach." She pulled my feet closer to my body so my belly was looser... then she made her right hand into a knife edge with her fingers out. She placed her middle finger straight in my navel and pressed inward... farther, farther, until she was finally at my spine. My stomach gurgled and complained for a second.
"Oh, by the way," she asked.
"Wha-?" I grunted.
"Have you eaten anything recently?"
"Only dinner," I huffed.
"What was dinner?" Fingers still in stomach.
I thought a moment. "Big plate of spaghetti, garlic bread, green beans, and glass of milk."
"Uh oh."
"Uh oh?"
"Never mind... you'll just have to learn the harder way."
"Wait, wait, wait." I pulled her fingers out of my now aching stomach.
"What?" Kim innocently asked.
"WHAT hard way?"
"Oh, don't worry about it. You'll like this later."
"Hm... fine. Okay." I laid back down on my back. The fingers were inserted back into my guts, and Kim began sliding her hand around. It hurt a little bit, but I figured it was like massage, where it was supposed to hurt. Suddenly, the fingers were pulled out.
"Okay, how's that feel?"
My stomach hurt.
"My stomach hurts."
"Okay. Now take that and make it sudden, then gone. You see what I'm saying?"
"No," I said skeptically.
"Okay... I want you to hit me in the stomach."
"Again?"
"Yeah! Trust me." Kim jumped to her feet, standing totally bare-bellied in the center of her room. Her stomach moved in and out with her breath. "Come on. Right in the navel."
I shrugged, stepping forward. Bending nearer, I threw a tight, bony fist halfway into Kim's stomach. She wuffed, doubling halfway and wrapping one arm around her belly. "Good, but I'm trying to make you better."
"Okay, fine," I said, standing. "Punch me in the stomach."
"You think you're ready?" Kim asked.
"Yeah!" I slapped my belly in a challenge. "Come on!"
"Okay, close your eyes."
"What?"
"You'll be expecting it and instinctively flex."
"What, you don't?"
"No! That's the idea!"
I suddenly had the thought of taking a punch deep into my relaxed stomach. It didn't sound all that fun.
"No, I don't-"
"Oh, come on!" Kim encouraged. "Shut your eyes, it'll be over fast. It's not that bad."
I closed my eyes. "Fine, fi-OOOOOOLLL!"
Right when I was least expecting it, Kim shot a fist right into my guts. Probably not knowing her strength (and my weakness), her fist shot almost wrist-deep into my belly, my guts pouring upward into my diaphragm. My eyes bulged outward and I sank to my knees, my hands flashing to my guts. I doubled completely over, my forehead respectfully kissing the ground.
Suddenly, the pain was gone, replaced by a dull ache. It was funny how it changed so fast, and it almost felt better.
"That was... weird," I explained.
"Isn't it great? Wanna do it again?"
"Well..."
"Oh, come ON. You have the perfect tummy for this!"
Now, usually I hear I'm too skinny. This was new... I guessed that if I was going to be perfect for the job, I'd give her the satisfaction, at least this once...
I got to my feet, the dull ache lingering in my stomach from my first bellypunch ever. It was kinda weird... first it was there, then it was half-there... then it was just kinda gone. My belly felt tingly now, like it was empty of everything.
"So, you want a match, maybe? Or do you want me to work you over?"
"What do you mean?"
"Okay. A match is like this: you take a punch, I take a punch, until we submit or have taken twenty punches, whichever comes last. Basically, you get to choose to submission or to twenty punches. You put your hands on your hips, behind your back, or on your head and close your eyes and take a punch in your relaxed stomach. You lose your turn if your knees hit the ground or you double over."
"Oh, you'd totally win that one," I said.
"Whatever. The work over is just me beating your belly until I'm done."
That didn't sound very appealing either. "Is there a third choice?"
"Not really," Kim grinned.
"Okay, which will be over faster?"
"That depends on how long you can go in the match."
"Okay, what if I don't go very long?"
"Then the work over will be longer... but the matches usually last longer, if not always."
"That doesn't sound very good, though, the work over. Which will I learn more in?"
"Probably the work over, then a match."
"Okay. How about this? I'll do a work-over tonight then spend the night. We can do a match tomorrow."
"Okay! You might be a little sore after the work over..."
"That's okay. I'll deal with it."
What did I just get myself into?
I stood in the center of the room, facing Kim nervously. The memory of my first ever bellypunch was unnerving, but new and exciting too. I really didn't know what I was getting into, though...
"Okay, now you can flex all you want here and double over or anything... but remember: anything goes with me."
"Okay..."
Right then, Kim stepped forward and shot a punch right into my navel. I flexed instinctively, and the punch crumpled my feeble muscles and penetrated right into my intestines.
"ULLGH!" I grunted, my hands flashing to my stomach. I bent over at the waist a little, but straightened up, determined to take the next, remembering how the first faded.
Kim smiled, stepping into her next punch. This was also targeting my outie: a perfect bulls-eye. I doubled around her fist this time, gurgling along with my guts. Dropping to my knees, I let my intestines roil for a moment. I wouldn't go down with two, though, determined not to be a skinny toothpick weakling.
That was a mistake.
Kim bent at the knees, bringing herself waay down low... her next punch struck my navel but rocketed inward like a power drill to my diaphragm.
"BWOOHHA!" All the air was belched from my lungs as my belly constricted in knots I never knew existed. Now my belly was totally relaxed for her next strike...
While I stood there dumbfounded, Kim got a perfect wind-up for the spot that was totally unprotected: my solar plexus, a place I never knew existed.
Kim wound up, powering her fist with all the damage she could muster. Twisting her shoulders into the mighty blow, she slammed a boulder-fist into my soft stomach, blasting past my internal organs and my large dinner into the huge nerve network, sending belly-pain signals through my entire body. I shrieked, my arms wrapping deeply around my stomach, and my legs dropped from beneath me. I was left curled in the fetal position, cradling my beaten stomach.
Kim leaned over. "You all right?"
I could only cry. My friend kneeled next to me, pulling my knees and arms off my battered stomach. I tried to pull back into the fetal position... it hurt my stomach to lie flat, but Kim pulled me back. One delicate hand lay on my skinny belly, pushing in softly. It hurt! Suddenly, though, Kim started massaging my belly. It was the best thing I've ever felt. Not only did the pain recede into a pleasured numbness, but my insides felt GREAT after a couple of minutes! Kim was straddling me on her knees, pressing and kneading...
"Feeling a bit better?" she asked.
"Dull ache."
Kim smiled and let me know something I should have thought about. "You know, I never said this was over..." With that, she smashed another fist into my stomach on the navel. I tried to double up, but my muscles wouldn't let me. My belly was hers to pummel!
Kim, grinning, started doing just that. She threw a hard right into my stomach with a loud THUD and a louder "ULLLL!" Then a left.
THUD.
"ULLLLGH!"
THUMP.
"HUUUUHH!"
WHUD.
"ULPH!"
WHUCK.
"HUULH!"
Throwing right after left, the shock-waves thudding through my whole body, Kim started pummeling harder and harder. Right. Right. Right. Left. Left. Left. At one point, she put both hands on my navel, palms down, and started thrusting CPR-style. I started making noises like a bagpipe... "AHHH, ULLLL, OOOH, OOH, OOOOOH!"
Finally, she raised both fists in the air, slamming them down into my stomach and shoving them in hard, leaning in. She left her hands there, then flicked her fingers out so she was leaning on her hands in my guts.
Then I remembered something.
Kim was a gymnast.
She also took yoga.
I watched helplessly, my guts screaming in agony and my dinner gurgling in my stomach and begging to be released, as Kim's left foot left the floor. Then her right. Kim was left doing a HANDSTAND on my poor skinny stomach! My muscles refused to work as Kim started to knead my intestines into knots that would astound most fishermen. My guts were gurgling and popping making astounding noises. Finally, Kim arched and shoved my guts inward, landing on her feet at my feet. I gurgled, holding my stomach.
"Ulll... pu..."
"Oh no!" Kim gasped. She lurched for her bed, grabbing a large pot and holding it near my head.
The contents of my poor beaten stomach ejected themselves into the pot and I lost consciousness, hands still kneading the pain away from my stomach.
All right, I've written a story here just because there aren't any New ones on the board. Here goes
It was nearing midnight and just about time for me to head out to Kim's. I didn't really get why she was having me over so late, but she sounded excited, so I figured, why not? She was one of my best friends, after all.
I got to her house wearing what she asked me to; something revealing, especially of my belly. I got her point; she'd asked me to sock her in the stomach a few times before, just to see "how tough she was." Now, there's a big difference between Kim's physique and mine. Kim is slightly curvaceous; I, however, am a toothpick. The only reason my midriff isn't just a spine is all those internal organs in there. Let me detail it for you:
Kim:
-Five foot nine.
-One hundred thirty pounds.
-Slim stomach bordering pudgy, but it still looks good and she loves
showing it off.
-Deep innie navel.
-C cup.
Me:
-Five foot one.
-Seventy-five pounds.
-Stomach so skinny, I disappear when turned sideways, but still fun
to look at.
-Outie navel.
-A cup.
See?
So I got over to Kim's at about twelve thirty. She lives a few blocks away, so I walked. The night was warm, so I didn't suffer too much... I was wearing a pair of jean cutoffs and a short tank top that showed off all of my ribs, my belly, and the top of my pelvis. My feet were adorned by sandals, and I tied back my hair into a short ponytail.
When I arrived, I climbed in through Kim's window. I pulled myself up on the sill, leaning over onto my belly with the sill pressing in on my navel. I kind of winded myself... while my stomach is really skinny, it' still soft. Like I said... it's skin and guts.
As soon as I got in, Kim waved from her bed in the opposite corner. "Hi!"
I was a little stunned; Kim was basically lounging around in her underwear... or just a bit more than. She was wearing a short pair of gym shorts and a small sports bra, showing off her gorgeous stomach. She even had the muscle line down the center. I was always impressed by her fitness.
"How's it going?" I asked.
"Not bad, now that you're here," she commented.
"Yeah... why'd you ask me over so late, anyway?"
The next answer kinda made me wonder. "Well, you know how you always punch me in the stomach? I wanted to see how you'd fare."
"What?"
"I want to show you how to take a punch in your stomach."
Same answer. "What?"
Kim jumped to her feet. "Okay, here. Lie down on your back there."
I did so hesitantly, but why would she hurt me? I didn't think I had anything to really lose.
"Okay," she said. "Now trust me here. Totally relax your stomach." She pulled my feet closer to my body so my belly was looser... then she made her right hand into a knife edge with her fingers out. She placed her middle finger straight in my navel and pressed inward... farther, farther, until she was finally at my spine. My stomach gurgled and complained for a second.
"Oh, by the way," she asked.
"Wha-?" I grunted.
"Have you eaten anything recently?"
"Only dinner," I huffed.
"What was dinner?" Fingers still in stomach.
I thought a moment. "Big plate of spaghetti, garlic bread, green beans, and glass of milk."
"Uh oh."
"Uh oh?"
"Never mind... you'll just have to learn the harder way."
"Wait, wait, wait." I pulled her fingers out of my now aching stomach.
"What?" Kim innocently asked.
"WHAT hard way?"
"Oh, don't worry about it. You'll like this later."
"Hm... fine. Okay." I laid back down on my back. The fingers were inserted back into my guts, and Kim began sliding her hand around. It hurt a little bit, but I figured it was like massage, where it was supposed to hurt. Suddenly, the fingers were pulled out.
"Okay, how's that feel?"
My stomach hurt.
"My stomach hurts."
"Okay. Now take that and make it sudden, then gone. You see what I'm saying?"
"No," I said skeptically.
"Okay... I want you to hit me in the stomach."
"Again?"
"Yeah! Trust me." Kim jumped to her feet, standing totally bare-bellied in the center of her room. Her stomach moved in and out with her breath. "Come on. Right in the navel."
I shrugged, stepping forward. Bending nearer, I threw a tight, bony fist halfway into Kim's stomach. She wuffed, doubling halfway and wrapping one arm around her belly. "Good, but I'm trying to make you better."
"Okay, fine," I said, standing. "Punch me in the stomach."
"You think you're ready?" Kim asked.
"Yeah!" I slapped my belly in a challenge. "Come on!"
"Okay, close your eyes."
"What?"
"You'll be expecting it and instinctively flex."
"What, you don't?"
"No! That's the idea!"
I suddenly had the thought of taking a punch deep into my relaxed stomach. It didn't sound all that fun.
"No, I don't-"
"Oh, come on!" Kim encouraged. "Shut your eyes, it'll be over fast. It's not that bad."
I closed my eyes. "Fine, fi-OOOOOOLLL!"
Right when I was least expecting it, Kim shot a fist right into my guts. Probably not knowing her strength (and my weakness), her fist shot almost wrist-deep into my belly, my guts pouring upward into my diaphragm. My eyes bulged outward and I sank to my knees, my hands flashing to my guts. I doubled completely over, my forehead respectfully kissing the ground.
Suddenly, the pain was gone, replaced by a dull ache. It was funny how it changed so fast, and it almost felt better.
"That was... weird," I explained.
"Isn't it great? Wanna do it again?"
"Well..."
"Oh, come ON. You have the perfect tummy for this!"
Now, usually I hear I'm too skinny. This was new... I guessed that if I was going to be perfect for the job, I'd give her the satisfaction, at least this once...
I got to my feet, the dull ache lingering in my stomach from my first bellypunch ever. It was kinda weird... first it was there, then it was half-there... then it was just kinda gone. My belly felt tingly now, like it was empty of everything.
"So, you want a match, maybe? Or do you want me to work you over?"
"What do you mean?"
"Okay. A match is like this: you take a punch, I take a punch, until we submit or have taken twenty punches, whichever comes last. Basically, you get to choose to submission or to twenty punches. You put your hands on your hips, behind your back, or on your head and close your eyes and take a punch in your relaxed stomach. You lose your turn if your knees hit the ground or you double over."
"Oh, you'd totally win that one," I said.
"Whatever. The work over is just me beating your belly until I'm done."
That didn't sound very appealing either. "Is there a third choice?"
"Not really," Kim grinned.
"Okay, which will be over faster?"
"That depends on how long you can go in the match."
"Okay, what if I don't go very long?"
"Then the work over will be longer... but the matches usually last longer, if not always."
"That doesn't sound very good, though, the work over. Which will I learn more in?"
"Probably the work over, then a match."
"Okay. How about this? I'll do a work-over tonight then spend the night. We can do a match tomorrow."
"Okay! You might be a little sore after the work over..."
"That's okay. I'll deal with it."
What did I just get myself into?
I stood in the center of the room, facing Kim nervously. The memory of my first ever bellypunch was unnerving, but new and exciting too. I really didn't know what I was getting into, though...
"Okay, now you can flex all you want here and double over or anything... but remember: anything goes with me."
"Okay..."
Right then, Kim stepped forward and shot a punch right into my navel. I flexed instinctively, and the punch crumpled my feeble muscles and penetrated right into my intestines.
"ULLGH!" I grunted, my hands flashing to my stomach. I bent over at the waist a little, but straightened up, determined to take the next, remembering how the first faded.
Kim smiled, stepping into her next punch. This was also targeting my outie: a perfect bulls-eye. I doubled around her fist this time, gurgling along with my guts. Dropping to my knees, I let my intestines roil for a moment. I wouldn't go down with two, though, determined not to be a skinny toothpick weakling.
That was a mistake.
Kim bent at the knees, bringing herself waay down low... her next punch struck my navel but rocketed inward like a power drill to my diaphragm.
"BWOOHHA!" All the air was belched from my lungs as my belly constricted in knots I never knew existed. Now my belly was totally relaxed for her next strike...
While I stood there dumbfounded, Kim got a perfect wind-up for the spot that was totally unprotected: my solar plexus, a place I never knew existed.
Kim wound up, powering her fist with all the damage she could muster. Twisting her shoulders into the mighty blow, she slammed a boulder-fist into my soft stomach, blasting past my internal organs and my large dinner into the huge nerve network, sending belly-pain signals through my entire body. I shrieked, my arms wrapping deeply around my stomach, and my legs dropped from beneath me. I was left curled in the fetal position, cradling my beaten stomach.
Kim leaned over. "You all right?"
I could only cry. My friend kneeled next to me, pulling my knees and arms off my battered stomach. I tried to pull back into the fetal position... it hurt my stomach to lie flat, but Kim pulled me back. One delicate hand lay on my skinny belly, pushing in softly. It hurt! Suddenly, though, Kim started massaging my belly. It was the best thing I've ever felt. Not only did the pain recede into a pleasured numbness, but my insides felt GREAT after a couple of minutes! Kim was straddling me on her knees, pressing and kneading...
"Feeling a bit better?" she asked.
"Dull ache."
Kim smiled and let me know something I should have thought about. "You know, I never said this was over..." With that, she smashed another fist into my stomach on the navel. I tried to double up, but my muscles wouldn't let me. My belly was hers to pummel!
Kim, grinning, started doing just that. She threw a hard right into my stomach with a loud THUD and a louder "ULLLL!" Then a left.
THUD.
"ULLLLGH!"
THUMP.
"HUUUUHH!"
WHUD.
"ULPH!"
WHUCK.
"HUULH!"
Throwing right after left, the shock-waves thudding through my whole body, Kim started pummeling harder and harder. Right. Right. Right. Left. Left. Left. At one point, she put both hands on my navel, palms down, and started thrusting CPR-style. I started making noises like a bagpipe... "AHHH, ULLLL, OOOH, OOH, OOOOOH!"
Finally, she raised both fists in the air, slamming them down into my stomach and shoving them in hard, leaning in. She left her hands there, then flicked her fingers out so she was leaning on her hands in my guts.
Then I remembered something.
Kim was a gymnast.
She also took yoga.
I watched helplessly, my guts screaming in agony and my dinner gurgling in my stomach and begging to be released, as Kim's left foot left the floor. Then her right. Kim was left doing a HANDSTAND on my poor skinny stomach! My muscles refused to work as Kim started to knead my intestines into knots that would astound most fishermen. My guts were gurgling and popping making astounding noises. Finally, Kim arched and shoved my guts inward, landing on her feet at my feet. I gurgled, holding my stomach.
"Ulll... pu..."
"Oh no!" Kim gasped. She lurched for her bed, grabbing a large pot and holding it near my head.
The contents of my poor beaten stomach ejected themselves into the pot and I lost consciousness, hands still kneading the pain away from my stomach.