Belly Trample Novels & Stories

His face twisted in disgust, and he wiped his sleeve as if I’d smeared disease on him. He pushed me. I fell. In the most undignified moment of my adult life, I let out a yelp that echoed down the corridor. Trey spotted me instantly. “Sienna?” he called. Of course. Crap. I curled forward, clutching my stomach. “Ahh—my belly—my appendix! Or kidney! Something is… paining me…” The man I’d collided with barely glanced back, striding away with stiff shoulders and coldness. Rude.

"I would Fulton but it seems the Football team and Cheer squad ganged up on me and thought it be funny to oil me up." At her comment the guys belted out laughter so high you could hear it down the hallway. "No worries JZ I am coming to the rescueeeeeeee." Belle did not give her enough warning, before Jasmine ended face first on the vegetable coated floor. "EEEWWW, who did this?" All of the guys were on the floor turning purple from laughter. Jasmine looked at Jezzebelle with a look that said it all. "Yep it be them." That was all Belle said before Jasmine propelled it into high gear and plowed thru the mess to get to the cackling mess of men. "You idiots are so dead!"

She could hear him close on her tail, but she didn’t look back. Seconds later, a pair of powerful arms locked around her and tackled her to the ground. At the last second he spun, taking the brunt of the fall before then rolling her onto her stomach. “Caught. Trapped. And soon to be fucked.” Belle struggled, squirming beneath him. “I don’t think so.” Layke grunted as she slammed her elbow into his ribs and although she manged to wriggle from beneath him, he grabbed her feet and dragged her back to him. “Tricky little bitch.” He grinned. “My tricky little bitch.”

Sandra did as he ordered, then shut the bathroom door behind her. This was probably the most embarrassing moment of her life. Her husband of two weeks wanted her to masturbate for his pleasure. What would Cathy say if she knew? Sandra pulled the string from within her and frowned as she glanced down, letting it fall in the toilet. There was barely any blood on it. That was not the norm for her. She was typically a heavy bleeder. Perhaps it really was the change in altitude or the stress they had been under. Either way, she hoped the flood gates didn’t open when they were making love or swimming in the pool.

Tanya was saying. "What about you?" Bella asked. "Are you hurt?" "I'm fine," Tanya answered. "It's just…my foot is trapped." Groaning, Bella pushed herself up on her hands and knees and felt her way along until she found Tanya's leg. She realized that the table over them had created a tiny cave when the building fell. They didn't have much space, but it was adequate for the two trapped women. She noticed that breathing was a little difficult. But maybe that's just my imagination, my claustrophobia kicking in, she thought.

He jogged slightly, preventing himself from moving his injured arm. With those fuming mad eyes of Collin, he stood up, holding his stomach and straightening his wobbling legs. Bing kicked in the stomach hurts, painfully. It's in his luck that his diaphragm wasn't touched but Klyde did, he won't be able to stand up any more. "Is that the best you do?" Collin mocked him. A post near them fell on the floor, making the ceiling collapse beside them, but none of it broke their eye contact. The focus is at a hundred percent in just between them. It's getting hotter and hotter, and so does their anger.

I don't know if I'm thankful or scarred. "Bell, I have a modeling gig tonight. I can't be on my feet all day long. You know my ankles swell," Troy tells his sister as he struts over to where she's now standing. "Be chivalrous, gentleman-like, and offer me your seat," he demands before striking a dramatic pose -- I preferred him dying with the man-flu. "I'm standing, you idiot," Bell snarls at him. "And, for your information, I'm not a gentleman, I'm a beautiful lady!" she huffs at him and pinches his arm, clearly offended.

I muttered and walked away from him cause people were starting to pay attention to us. Some girls glared at me as I passed by them, one said loudly "what a cheap slut, now she's rubbing herself all over that poor new student"" why don't you go back to the slumps where you're meant to be" another said, people started laughing. I bent my head and continued walking but fell over when an idiot tripped me over. One of the guys from the football team Greg Colton grabbed my bag and emptied the contents in it on the floor, then his teammates started kicking my books and stationeries around. Soon a crowd formed and they started taking pictures of me.

Across from them were two couples who were frightened at the sound of the bomb and were now covering themselves with blankets in fear. He tried to carry Bella again, but instead she kicked hard on the leg, making him land very hard on the glass table, breaking it into pieces. Bella stood up and sat on top of the guard, making sure her pussycat was right on top of his dick. The couples were naked, so they both took the blanket and ran into the bathroom.

Gravity is not my friend, and my stomach lifts in my body as I am temporarily weightless in the air. I take Dane down in a flying hurdle I don’t intend. Instead, I am just looking for a soft landing spot to save me from ultimate permanent disfigurement. His arms, face, and torso meet my body side on, and we become a splat-impacted, entangled mess of limbs and grunts as we topple the last small set of five steps into a rolling ball. We crash across the marble floor, somehow ending up wrapped together in the fetal position with me on top, and hit a sliding stop against the nearest pillar.