Concave Belly Peril 3…….Although it only felt so faint upon her skin, a thinning wave of water rode up the sands of the beach on this clear, sunny day and graced her lower back and neck almost as if they were caressing hands. After a few seconds, Julie’s eyes fluttered open, and she slowly, sleepily stretched and looked around. Her ribs protruded as she sucked her stomach in slowly while she stretched. The brightly lit beach appeared to be empty, so she looked down to sit herself up properly. As she looked down, she saw that her belly was still sucked in deeply. “Odd,” she thought to herself. “It usually goes back to normal after I relax my stomach muscles.” Then, she noticed that she was in a bikini. And not in any normal bikini. It was that pink one which she bought for the sole reason to show herself off a bit at her birthday party and see if anyone might actually like her at all. It was odd, though. As much as she had wanted the guys to look at her the same w
Of Love and NightmaresShe watched her from the coffee shop, and she did every day. She had discovered this beauty a couple weeks ago, looking through the Mystery section. Barnes & Noble always had wonderful selections, in both their books and their workers. This one had to be new, as she had never seen her before. According to her nametag, she went by Kira. Absolutely gorgeous, slender but lean build, somewhat pale skin, dark hair that she always wore down, reaching her shoulder blades. She was glad they added this Starbucks into the store, it gave her a place to sit casually and keep track of pretty Kira. Or at least the part she was most interested in. For all of Kira's other beautiful features, there was one specifically that attracted her watcher: she had a tendency to wear her pants very low on her hips, and rarely did her shirt reach them.
More often than not, Kira had some skin on display between her tops and her jeans. Usually it was just lower stomach, but sometimes Nikki would get lucky and Kira w
Concave Belly Peril 2The machine, its door still closed, was only a few feet in front of Julie now as she continued to walk to it.
Chelsey, meanwhile, had come out of her hiding place between the books in order to attempt to get Julie’s attention.
“Hey, Hey! Down here!” she called as her friend walked by the table she was on. However, Julie was still a little shaken from her experience in the heating vent, and at the same time was unable to hear Chelsey’s faint voice from where she was. Chelsey tried everything, including raising her arms up and waving them, causing her knotted shirt to ride up a little more and reveal the slightest bit of her bra. Her belly stretched as she did this, all the way to the point that her ribs began to protrude. She eventually stopped and ran to the edge corner of the table closest to the shrinking machine, attempting to navigate herself through all of the gadgets and things on the surface of the table.
Concave Belly Peril#Inittowinit Concave bellies, Belly Peril, etc.
Julie was walking down the road on one of the hottest days of the year, talking about all things which came up in her mind with her good friend Chelsey. The two of them had been enjoying the summer and all of its spoils; sunbathing in bikinis, jogging in workout bras, going to the gym, buying all manner of short haltertops, just having fun. For the last few summers, the two 19 year olds had been wearing nothing but a wide and evergrowing array of belly-bearing outfits which fitted from just below the navel to just underneath their breasts, and today was by NO means an exception.
“Whew, I LOVE the summer time, but I can’t WAIT until THIS day is finished.” Julie, on this gruelingly hot summer day, wore a black and purple striped croptop which just managed to cover her bra. Her tight jeanshorts were beginning to stiffen from the accumulated sweat and were makin it a bit difficult for her to walk.
The Customer's Always RightSamantha was not happy. She was working the closing shift at the bakery in the local supermarket, and as usual, she could tell she wasn't getting out on time. At the rate she was going, it would probably be about midnight before she finished. Currently, it was about ten-thirty, and she was just starting to clean the big wooden table in the center of the prep area. It was dirtier than usual today, and she grumbled under her breath, scraping off hardened icing, fudge, and the sticky syrup from the cherries.
Once that was done, she crossed to the sink, filling up a bowl with scalding water so she could wipe down the last evidence of the day's work from the table.
"Why the hell can't this table be metal like the rest of them? Because that would be too easy," she growled, scrubbing at the table. "
Moving around to another side, she glanced up at the sales floor. An elderly woman and a younger man were walking around the produce section. Sam frowned. Kind of late for someone that old to be g