02-03-2012, 11:35 PM
This is the story of Melissa. Melissa was 15 years old when the story begins….and ends! I was 17 at the time and we both went to the same high school. Melissa’s brother was a good friend of mine and we were classmates. Now Melissa was quite a bubbly girl who loved laughing around with her girlfriends and playing girly games. Also Melissa was fond of eating which showed clearly on her figure. She was 5’8” tall but weighed around 150 lbs with a nice little pot belly. When school started in the Fall I noticed that Melissa’s pot belly had grown over the summer and it looked quite attractive and enchanting in the tight tank tops she wore everyday to school. I often saw her during lunch time eating junk food with her girlfriends at the cafeteria. The gusto with which she gulped down and ingested her food and seeing her cute plump belly moving to digest all that food really turned me on. I always dreamt about punching that cute pot belly really hard some day.
When I couldn’t control myself any further I devised a plan. Even though Melissa and her brother studied at the same school they went home separately. Melissa walked while her brother biked and they never interfered in each other’s lives at school as they had different friend circles. I knew that her brother took off right as school ended while Melissa hung around in the playground eating and chatting with her girlfriends and was the last to leave on foot at around 6 PM.
Melissa’s mother didn’t know me as I never went to her house with her brother and Melissa had just seen me maybe once or twice with her brother. As it was her brother’s and my last year at high school and after that we were supposed to go to college, his mother and he decided to go on a month long trip to SoCal just to indulge in some fun leaving Melissa alone with a nanny. My plan was perfect. To get hold of Melissa during this time and punch her pot belly good.
It was still summer in October and Melissa always showed up to school in her tight tank tops and boy shorts. She never cared about the cute rolls of fat falling over her tight waist bands or the ribbed cotton of the tank top stretched taut over her soft, tight pot belly. The day my plan was to be executed I found Melissa at lunch time with 2 of her friends at the cafeteria enjoying her double cheeseburger with fries and milkshake in her tight black tank top and yellow short shorts. My plan involved waiting until 6 PM for all her girlfriends to leave and then show up when she’s alone at the playground. I would talk to her casually and then take her to the basement of an abandoned building nearby. She was quite naïve for her age which made it easier for me to execute my devilish plan. I had purchased brand new hard leather driving gloves only for tonight.
I made it to the playground at around 5:45 to see Melissa’s friends ready to leave and Melissa gorging herself on half a gallon container of ice cream. I felt intense pleasure in thinking about making Melissa vomit all that she pigged on that day. Once I saw her girlfriends leave I made my way towards her. I introduced myself casually with a fake name and offered her a box of cookies which she gladly accepted, opened up right away and started dipping them in her ice cream and consuming them with extreme gluttony.
I was happy that she didn’t recognize me but even if she did it really didn’t matter as I was going to move to a different city before her brother arrived. It was easy to convince her to take a walk and she pulled up her heavy self from the bench. I noticed her plump pot belly full with all the food stuffed in it, jiggling like jelly. It appeared so soft and smooth and full, so inviting! Her bare thighs were rubbing furiously against one another as she walked and her voluptuous behind jiggled with each step. She was way too friendly with a stranger and finally we arrived at the abandoned building. We went to the basement where I locked the door behind us. Her food was finished by now and her stomach was bulging out very far from within the thin material of her black tank top.
As soon as we were in there my devil face came forward and I pushed her hard on the ground. She fell with a shriek and I saw that she had hurt her knee and there were tears in her eyes. I couldn’t contain my excitement any further and put on my hard leather gloves. I pulled her up by her hair and pushed her against a wall. Her one hand was trying to soothe her hurt knee while the other went up to relieve herself from the yanked hurting hair. Seeing her in this very vulnerable position I brought back my free hand’s gloved fist and with intense force I landed my fist in her soft, unsuspecting, bulging pot belly.
What came soon after was a sight to behold and a moment to be remembered for a lifetime. While she was screaming and crying when I held her, as soon as the punch contacted her belly, the screaming stopped, the eyes bulged like they were about to fall out, the lips made a perfect “O” shape and a deep, guttural and demonish hoarse sound emanated from deep within her throat. I let her go after that which resulted in her desperately grabbing her punched mid section which was undoubtedly hurting as hell and falling down on the ground crying uncontrollably.
The adrenaline rush that I felt after that one punch only was so high that I felt like cumming right there in my pants. Controlling myself though, I again pulled her up by her dirty blonde hair and pushed her back against the wall. Her stomach was too badly hurt for her to pay attention to her hair getting yanked and her hands still covered her punched abdomen. I tightened the grip on her hair tenfold which caused her to scream and pull back her hands towards her hair leaving her belly wide open. I again pulled back my gloved fist hard and brought it crashing very intensely right into the center of her soft, bulging, squishy pot belly. This time though I left the fist in there, twisting and turning it for a while for extra effect.
My effort didn’t go unrewarded and I had to move back instantly to avoid drenching myself in the bucketload of vomit that flew out of her punched bowels and made a projectile progress towards the ground right in front of where I was standing. I missed by a few inches thankfully and couldn’t help but smile at the vision before me. Melissa sitting down on the ground, holding her punched gut with expressions of deep agony and no sound but a low groaning coming from her puke covered lips and mouth.
A few drops of the disgusting puke also stained her clothes a bit which wasn’t even 0.0001% of her concern right now! I couldn’t help but admire my handiwork with a raging hard on. Her voice seemed to be completely lost and only the deep echoes of droning groans were to be heard which sounded like eternal music to my ears. I knew I wasn’t finished yet and in order to keep her alive I had to give her one more solid punch harder the two bombs that I dropped before. It was more thrilling to see how the lovely pot belly of hers was so poorly unsuspecting that two hard punches left her in a half dead state!
When she showed no signs of getting up or improving even after 5 minutes of the last punch I decided to give her some more time to recover as I wanted her to feel the final devastation completely and clearly. After about 5 more minutes her groans grew softer and breathing grew harder which seemed to have stopped until now. She also sat up straighter on her back but her hands still clenched her pot belly which was horribly aching from the two belly punches from hell which had found their way into her soft, bulging stomach – the second of which didn’t leave without taking a bucket full of vomit with it.
After 2 more minutes she was sensible enough to finally rest her unfocused eyes on my grinning face. The eyes were still glazed and didn’t seem to convey anything. I thought it was time and that before I dirty my pants I should let the last one in! So once again I put my hand forward to grab her by the hair. This time surprisingly enough Melissa had recovered enough to bring one of her hands up from her hurting belly to stop me from grabbing her hair once again. I was amazed at her guts but they were still weak enough not to stop me. So as she rested her hand on my forearm I regardlessly yanked her hair so tight this time that if her scalp weren’t so strong they’d come into my hand! She gave a high pitched scream on experiencing the very tight and painful explosion in her head that she instantly stood up against the wall with both hands trying to free her uprooting hair.
I set my sights for the final time on her soft, destroyed but still bulging pot belly quivering horribly from the pain inflicted upon it since a few minutes. I brought my free hand’s gloved fist back with all the recoil force in the world I could have and clenched my jaw and squinted my eyes to bring forward possibly the hardest punch I could ever deliver in my life! This time all hell broke loose though. I had an intention of twisting my fist in her belly for longer than last time but I never got a chance! As soon as the diamond hard, leather gloved fist blasted into her soft, bulging gut, a thick waterfall of dirty vomit emerged from her mouth, almost choking her in the process and it kept falling for a good 15 seconds emptying her once full stomach of all it’s contents. Some of it fell on my jacket too which was the least of my concern at the moment. I decided not to move back now as my clothes were already stained but I kept my fist – hard as a rock, buried deep within her soft, warm – now empty belly for quite some time. She was now totally cross-eyed and her hands flailed hopelessly by her side, her hair covered half her face, tongue hanging out and her pathetic body was lying on the ground moving very slightly. I noticed her yellow shorts stained dark at the front. The bitch had pissed herself!
I couldn’t help but stand over her almost lifeless form, hands raised in a victory stance, my member hard erect waiting for a release desperately! After getting a full lustful taste of my handiwork and the effects produced by my faithful gloved fist, I decided to leave the slithering form to rot and go home, pack my stuff for the early morning journey. I never heard what happened to Melissa or her family after that. But what happened that night was indeed the plump girl’s nightmare and an unforgettable heavenly memory for me.
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When I couldn’t control myself any further I devised a plan. Even though Melissa and her brother studied at the same school they went home separately. Melissa walked while her brother biked and they never interfered in each other’s lives at school as they had different friend circles. I knew that her brother took off right as school ended while Melissa hung around in the playground eating and chatting with her girlfriends and was the last to leave on foot at around 6 PM.
Melissa’s mother didn’t know me as I never went to her house with her brother and Melissa had just seen me maybe once or twice with her brother. As it was her brother’s and my last year at high school and after that we were supposed to go to college, his mother and he decided to go on a month long trip to SoCal just to indulge in some fun leaving Melissa alone with a nanny. My plan was perfect. To get hold of Melissa during this time and punch her pot belly good.
It was still summer in October and Melissa always showed up to school in her tight tank tops and boy shorts. She never cared about the cute rolls of fat falling over her tight waist bands or the ribbed cotton of the tank top stretched taut over her soft, tight pot belly. The day my plan was to be executed I found Melissa at lunch time with 2 of her friends at the cafeteria enjoying her double cheeseburger with fries and milkshake in her tight black tank top and yellow short shorts. My plan involved waiting until 6 PM for all her girlfriends to leave and then show up when she’s alone at the playground. I would talk to her casually and then take her to the basement of an abandoned building nearby. She was quite naïve for her age which made it easier for me to execute my devilish plan. I had purchased brand new hard leather driving gloves only for tonight.
I made it to the playground at around 5:45 to see Melissa’s friends ready to leave and Melissa gorging herself on half a gallon container of ice cream. I felt intense pleasure in thinking about making Melissa vomit all that she pigged on that day. Once I saw her girlfriends leave I made my way towards her. I introduced myself casually with a fake name and offered her a box of cookies which she gladly accepted, opened up right away and started dipping them in her ice cream and consuming them with extreme gluttony.
I was happy that she didn’t recognize me but even if she did it really didn’t matter as I was going to move to a different city before her brother arrived. It was easy to convince her to take a walk and she pulled up her heavy self from the bench. I noticed her plump pot belly full with all the food stuffed in it, jiggling like jelly. It appeared so soft and smooth and full, so inviting! Her bare thighs were rubbing furiously against one another as she walked and her voluptuous behind jiggled with each step. She was way too friendly with a stranger and finally we arrived at the abandoned building. We went to the basement where I locked the door behind us. Her food was finished by now and her stomach was bulging out very far from within the thin material of her black tank top.
As soon as we were in there my devil face came forward and I pushed her hard on the ground. She fell with a shriek and I saw that she had hurt her knee and there were tears in her eyes. I couldn’t contain my excitement any further and put on my hard leather gloves. I pulled her up by her hair and pushed her against a wall. Her one hand was trying to soothe her hurt knee while the other went up to relieve herself from the yanked hurting hair. Seeing her in this very vulnerable position I brought back my free hand’s gloved fist and with intense force I landed my fist in her soft, unsuspecting, bulging pot belly.
What came soon after was a sight to behold and a moment to be remembered for a lifetime. While she was screaming and crying when I held her, as soon as the punch contacted her belly, the screaming stopped, the eyes bulged like they were about to fall out, the lips made a perfect “O” shape and a deep, guttural and demonish hoarse sound emanated from deep within her throat. I let her go after that which resulted in her desperately grabbing her punched mid section which was undoubtedly hurting as hell and falling down on the ground crying uncontrollably.
The adrenaline rush that I felt after that one punch only was so high that I felt like cumming right there in my pants. Controlling myself though, I again pulled her up by her dirty blonde hair and pushed her back against the wall. Her stomach was too badly hurt for her to pay attention to her hair getting yanked and her hands still covered her punched abdomen. I tightened the grip on her hair tenfold which caused her to scream and pull back her hands towards her hair leaving her belly wide open. I again pulled back my gloved fist hard and brought it crashing very intensely right into the center of her soft, bulging, squishy pot belly. This time though I left the fist in there, twisting and turning it for a while for extra effect.
My effort didn’t go unrewarded and I had to move back instantly to avoid drenching myself in the bucketload of vomit that flew out of her punched bowels and made a projectile progress towards the ground right in front of where I was standing. I missed by a few inches thankfully and couldn’t help but smile at the vision before me. Melissa sitting down on the ground, holding her punched gut with expressions of deep agony and no sound but a low groaning coming from her puke covered lips and mouth.
A few drops of the disgusting puke also stained her clothes a bit which wasn’t even 0.0001% of her concern right now! I couldn’t help but admire my handiwork with a raging hard on. Her voice seemed to be completely lost and only the deep echoes of droning groans were to be heard which sounded like eternal music to my ears. I knew I wasn’t finished yet and in order to keep her alive I had to give her one more solid punch harder the two bombs that I dropped before. It was more thrilling to see how the lovely pot belly of hers was so poorly unsuspecting that two hard punches left her in a half dead state!
When she showed no signs of getting up or improving even after 5 minutes of the last punch I decided to give her some more time to recover as I wanted her to feel the final devastation completely and clearly. After about 5 more minutes her groans grew softer and breathing grew harder which seemed to have stopped until now. She also sat up straighter on her back but her hands still clenched her pot belly which was horribly aching from the two belly punches from hell which had found their way into her soft, bulging stomach – the second of which didn’t leave without taking a bucket full of vomit with it.
After 2 more minutes she was sensible enough to finally rest her unfocused eyes on my grinning face. The eyes were still glazed and didn’t seem to convey anything. I thought it was time and that before I dirty my pants I should let the last one in! So once again I put my hand forward to grab her by the hair. This time surprisingly enough Melissa had recovered enough to bring one of her hands up from her hurting belly to stop me from grabbing her hair once again. I was amazed at her guts but they were still weak enough not to stop me. So as she rested her hand on my forearm I regardlessly yanked her hair so tight this time that if her scalp weren’t so strong they’d come into my hand! She gave a high pitched scream on experiencing the very tight and painful explosion in her head that she instantly stood up against the wall with both hands trying to free her uprooting hair.
I set my sights for the final time on her soft, destroyed but still bulging pot belly quivering horribly from the pain inflicted upon it since a few minutes. I brought my free hand’s gloved fist back with all the recoil force in the world I could have and clenched my jaw and squinted my eyes to bring forward possibly the hardest punch I could ever deliver in my life! This time all hell broke loose though. I had an intention of twisting my fist in her belly for longer than last time but I never got a chance! As soon as the diamond hard, leather gloved fist blasted into her soft, bulging gut, a thick waterfall of dirty vomit emerged from her mouth, almost choking her in the process and it kept falling for a good 15 seconds emptying her once full stomach of all it’s contents. Some of it fell on my jacket too which was the least of my concern at the moment. I decided not to move back now as my clothes were already stained but I kept my fist – hard as a rock, buried deep within her soft, warm – now empty belly for quite some time. She was now totally cross-eyed and her hands flailed hopelessly by her side, her hair covered half her face, tongue hanging out and her pathetic body was lying on the ground moving very slightly. I noticed her yellow shorts stained dark at the front. The bitch had pissed herself!
I couldn’t help but stand over her almost lifeless form, hands raised in a victory stance, my member hard erect waiting for a release desperately! After getting a full lustful taste of my handiwork and the effects produced by my faithful gloved fist, I decided to leave the slithering form to rot and go home, pack my stuff for the early morning journey. I never heard what happened to Melissa or her family after that. But what happened that night was indeed the plump girl’s nightmare and an unforgettable heavenly memory for me.
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