12-30-2009, 03:34 PM
"So, how do you think this one looks?" Chloe asked as she tried on her new pink t-shirt. Chloe was 16 years old, she had long, straight blonde hair and a rather slim figure, she was wearing skinny, black jeans and her pink t-shirt was tight, showing off her large breasts, and stopped an inch above her belly button.
"Not great, not great." Amy said, Chloe's best friend, 17, was sat on the bed, she was taller than Chloe, slightly less pale with brown hair and slightly more toned. Chloe looked to Amy, annoyed;
"What do you mean? What's wrong with it?"
"Well, I don't think you should really be showing off your stomach." she stated frankly.
"What?" Chloe put her hand to her stomach, "You aren't wearing much more than a sports bra and jeans!"
"Yeah, but look at my stomach." Amy took Chloe's hand and pressed it to her own stomach, running it along her abdominal muscles. "Two hundred sit-ups and fifty push ups, twice a day. That's why I can show off my stomach." Chloe snatched her hand back defensively. "I'm sorry to say it," Amy said insincerely, "but you're looking a bit pudgy."
Chloe lifted her t-shirt up to inspect her stomach, she thought to herself for a few moments. Amy's expression softened, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"
"Help me." Chloe said, looking up to Amy, "Help me get abs."
"Erm, okay." Amy said, standing up, "We'll try some sit-ups. Go and change into something more suitable." Chloe nodded and left the room.
A few minutes later, Chloe came back, she was barefoot, wearing tight sport shorts and a bikini bra, explaining that she didn't have a sports bra like Amy. "That's okay. Now, lie on your back." Amy told the younger girl.
Chloe did so, shuddering as her bare back touched the cold, laminate floor. Amy held her slender feet against the floor, as Chloe grunted as she sat up, muttering: "One..."
"Louder!" Amy ordered.
"Two! Three! Four!" Chloe shouted, counting her sit ups. The girl carried on for a few minutes, moaning as her stomach began to strain, a sheet of sweat covered her body as she eventually reached forty sit ups. "It's starting to hurt..." she moaned.
"Keep going you coward!" Amy ordered, Chloe was actually doing well for her first time, but she couldn't know that. Chloe's body rose and fell back repeatedly, her muscles could be seen straining as her stomach tensed. Chloe fell limp after sit up sixty, her body was flushed and she panted, glistening with sweat.
"I can't... can't do any... more." she said, panting heavily.
Amy rolled her eyes, "Okay then, stay lay down." she waited until Chloe stopped panting, however her skin was still pink and she was soaked in sweat. Amy pressed her hand to Chloe's stomach and massaged it, she felt through to her muscles which twitched as they felt the cold hands touch them. Chloe let a short sound escape from her lips.
"Was that a sexual moan?" Amy accused.
"No... no."
"Good. Now, I think, since you can't do sit-ups we should do impact training." Amy told Chloe, who was still lay down. "I'll punch your stomach, it'll help develop your muscles."
Chloe flinched, "Will it hurt?"
"It should do."
Chloe took a deep breath and nodded putting her hands behind her back. Amy delivered a quick and brutal punch, knocking the air out of Chloe, she whined and sat up quickly, gasping for air. "Sorry, that was a little high up."
"No, sorry, carry on, and harder." Chloe lay back again in the same postion, merely letting out an "Mmf..." as her stomach was impacted. Twice, three times, four times, five, Chloe squeezed her eyes shut as her stomach started to burn. "Be brave, don't be a wimp!" she thought. "Take it! TAKE IT!" she screamed in her mind.
After twenty punches, Chloe started to whimper badly, Amy laughed, "That all you got, soft belly?"
Chloe ignored her, she sat up and cried out, falling over and holding her pink, punished belly. It burned and ached, she whimpered as Amy stood tall over her. Chloe suddenly felt a strange sensation - her pussy had become wet. She rubbed herself discretely, moaning from both the pain and the pleasure. She screamed as she felt a painful impact in her stomach, Amy had kicked her with her bare foot.
"What the hell are you doing!?" Amy yelled, seeing the vaguely wet patch on Chloe's crotch.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry," Amy whimpered, her arms still protecting her stomach. She looked up, but Amy was actually smiling.
Amy kneeled down, she grabbed Chloe's hands and pushed them against the floor above her head. Amy keeping her legs crushing Chloe's thighs to keep the younger, weaker girl pinned down. Chloe whimpered from the force on top of her, her stomach still hurting. "You're a bad girl." Amy told her.
"Amy what're you-!?"
"Quiet!" Amy bounced on her, crushing her and making her scream. Amy took Chloe's bikini bra - which was moist from sweat - off and wrapped it around her wrists, binding her to the bed. "Bad girls need to be punished."
Chloe was completely restrained, her breasts revealed and dripping with sweat. Amy, still keeping Chloe's legs restrained with her own, pinched Chloe's nipples, softly at first, but then tightly and twisted them, making tears form in Chloe's eyes. "Good thing your parents are gone for the weekend eh?" Amy laughed. She took her sports bra off and tied Chloe's feet up and stood up to look at her victim, she then stripped off and used her thong to wrap around Chloe's mouth, stopping the girl's pathetic yells.
"Wait there a minute, I'm going to get some... toys," Amy grinned, she took some of Chloe's clothes temporarily and left the room, but not before saying, "I'll be back soon."
Chloe struggled, she could feel her stomach tightening, knowing what was to come.
...To Be Continued...
"Not great, not great." Amy said, Chloe's best friend, 17, was sat on the bed, she was taller than Chloe, slightly less pale with brown hair and slightly more toned. Chloe looked to Amy, annoyed;
"What do you mean? What's wrong with it?"
"Well, I don't think you should really be showing off your stomach." she stated frankly.
"What?" Chloe put her hand to her stomach, "You aren't wearing much more than a sports bra and jeans!"
"Yeah, but look at my stomach." Amy took Chloe's hand and pressed it to her own stomach, running it along her abdominal muscles. "Two hundred sit-ups and fifty push ups, twice a day. That's why I can show off my stomach." Chloe snatched her hand back defensively. "I'm sorry to say it," Amy said insincerely, "but you're looking a bit pudgy."
Chloe lifted her t-shirt up to inspect her stomach, she thought to herself for a few moments. Amy's expression softened, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"
"Help me." Chloe said, looking up to Amy, "Help me get abs."
"Erm, okay." Amy said, standing up, "We'll try some sit-ups. Go and change into something more suitable." Chloe nodded and left the room.
A few minutes later, Chloe came back, she was barefoot, wearing tight sport shorts and a bikini bra, explaining that she didn't have a sports bra like Amy. "That's okay. Now, lie on your back." Amy told the younger girl.
Chloe did so, shuddering as her bare back touched the cold, laminate floor. Amy held her slender feet against the floor, as Chloe grunted as she sat up, muttering: "One..."
"Louder!" Amy ordered.
"Two! Three! Four!" Chloe shouted, counting her sit ups. The girl carried on for a few minutes, moaning as her stomach began to strain, a sheet of sweat covered her body as she eventually reached forty sit ups. "It's starting to hurt..." she moaned.
"Keep going you coward!" Amy ordered, Chloe was actually doing well for her first time, but she couldn't know that. Chloe's body rose and fell back repeatedly, her muscles could be seen straining as her stomach tensed. Chloe fell limp after sit up sixty, her body was flushed and she panted, glistening with sweat.
"I can't... can't do any... more." she said, panting heavily.
Amy rolled her eyes, "Okay then, stay lay down." she waited until Chloe stopped panting, however her skin was still pink and she was soaked in sweat. Amy pressed her hand to Chloe's stomach and massaged it, she felt through to her muscles which twitched as they felt the cold hands touch them. Chloe let a short sound escape from her lips.
"Was that a sexual moan?" Amy accused.
"No... no."
"Good. Now, I think, since you can't do sit-ups we should do impact training." Amy told Chloe, who was still lay down. "I'll punch your stomach, it'll help develop your muscles."
Chloe flinched, "Will it hurt?"
"It should do."
Chloe took a deep breath and nodded putting her hands behind her back. Amy delivered a quick and brutal punch, knocking the air out of Chloe, she whined and sat up quickly, gasping for air. "Sorry, that was a little high up."
"No, sorry, carry on, and harder." Chloe lay back again in the same postion, merely letting out an "Mmf..." as her stomach was impacted. Twice, three times, four times, five, Chloe squeezed her eyes shut as her stomach started to burn. "Be brave, don't be a wimp!" she thought. "Take it! TAKE IT!" she screamed in her mind.
After twenty punches, Chloe started to whimper badly, Amy laughed, "That all you got, soft belly?"
Chloe ignored her, she sat up and cried out, falling over and holding her pink, punished belly. It burned and ached, she whimpered as Amy stood tall over her. Chloe suddenly felt a strange sensation - her pussy had become wet. She rubbed herself discretely, moaning from both the pain and the pleasure. She screamed as she felt a painful impact in her stomach, Amy had kicked her with her bare foot.
"What the hell are you doing!?" Amy yelled, seeing the vaguely wet patch on Chloe's crotch.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry," Amy whimpered, her arms still protecting her stomach. She looked up, but Amy was actually smiling.
Amy kneeled down, she grabbed Chloe's hands and pushed them against the floor above her head. Amy keeping her legs crushing Chloe's thighs to keep the younger, weaker girl pinned down. Chloe whimpered from the force on top of her, her stomach still hurting. "You're a bad girl." Amy told her.
"Amy what're you-!?"
"Quiet!" Amy bounced on her, crushing her and making her scream. Amy took Chloe's bikini bra - which was moist from sweat - off and wrapped it around her wrists, binding her to the bed. "Bad girls need to be punished."
Chloe was completely restrained, her breasts revealed and dripping with sweat. Amy, still keeping Chloe's legs restrained with her own, pinched Chloe's nipples, softly at first, but then tightly and twisted them, making tears form in Chloe's eyes. "Good thing your parents are gone for the weekend eh?" Amy laughed. She took her sports bra off and tied Chloe's feet up and stood up to look at her victim, she then stripped off and used her thong to wrap around Chloe's mouth, stopping the girl's pathetic yells.
"Wait there a minute, I'm going to get some... toys," Amy grinned, she took some of Chloe's clothes temporarily and left the room, but not before saying, "I'll be back soon."
Chloe struggled, she could feel her stomach tightening, knowing what was to come.
...To Be Continued...