stomachache's blog

(This happens about a week after Punk Show. Wyatt and Melissa take Durk up on his offer to go to the local fight club for the weekend. Contains vomit and nipples.)

Wyatt, Melissa, and Durk all met up at an alleyway in front of a back door. Wyatt and Melissa looked around, nervous, and Durk laughed.

"We're good. This is where we need to be." Durk knocked on the door and was answered by someone in some kind of arcade uniform, who looked all three of them up and down.

"Hey, come on in."

They went inside, finding it to be relatively lit and almost windowless. It appeared to be some kind of half-used arcade or recreation center, with various appliances on the sides of the room. It was empty, save for the doorkeeper and a couple shirtless men heading down a staircase at the other side of the room. A set of lockers next to the staircase was labeled "No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problem".

Durk led them to the lockers. "Alright, time to get almost half-naked. You guys can use my locker so you don't have to get your own."

All three of them bared their torsos and feet, putting shoes, shirts, socks, and even a bra in the locker. Melissa opted to be completely topless, counting on the others in the event to be open-minded enough to either accept or tolerate it.

Wyatt patted her shoulder. "You're good. Something tells me they're not gonna care."

Melissa smiled, stretching and making herself comfortable. "This is gonna be, interesting."

Durk stretched his muscular torso. "I'm gonna be honest, I'm a little nervous. I can't promise I won't vomit in front of you, so be warned."

Wyatt neglected to mention how arousing the image of that was. They started down the stairs and heard the noise of a small crowd talking. They reached the lower floor and saw the source of the noise: a bunch of men, various ages, various sizes, various pants, gathered around a circular spot on the floor, all with their nipples and bellies out. Wyatt savored the sight, while Melissa looked on with curiosity, learning as much as she could about the peculiar display. Durk immediately went up to one of them and hugged him, discussing the half-time entertainment.

Wyatt and Melissa stood next to each other, feeling exposed and awkward. Wyatt looked at Melissa. "I'm a little worried about the fights tonight."

"Really? You tanked a hit from Durk pretty well."

"No, he fucked me up. If any of these guys has half the strength he does, I might not be going home with all my organs functioning."

Melissa looked at his stomach. Wyatt was brunet, tanned, and fell somewhere between skinny and muscular. His abs were such that she could see the top ones, with a slight pouch of fat protecting his belly. "Maybe we'll get lucky and they'll have us fight each other. I mean, I've been in fights before, and I might break the skin, but I'm not very strong, so you have a shot at survival."

Wyatt laughed. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."

The intercom sounded and a voice boomed over the room, the voice of the guy in the uniform. "Happy Saturday! We have some newcomers today, give them a hand."

Everybody looked at Wyatt and Melissa as they applauded, prompting them both to smile nervously.

"And we've got Durk doing half-time tonight. Let's hope he can withstand everybody's wrath today, I know some of you have had a stressful week. Remember, Durk, we have that puke bucket ready so you don't have to clean it up yourself."

The crowd laughed, and Durk lowered his head and smiled. They formed a perfect circle around the ring before Wyatt and Melissa joined in. Two guys went into the circle and bumped fists before fighting. They mostly hit each other in the guts, interspersed with some face and pec hits. They avoided low-blows or hits to the sides of the ribs, but they still hit hard, and it wasn't long before they both stopped and went off to the nearby seats, sitting down to catch their breaths and survey their bruises.

"That doesn't seem so bad." Wyatt rubbed his own abs in anticipation for body blows.

"From the outside, but remember how deep some of those gut punches were." Melissa slapped his stomach lightly. "Imagine a bony, knuckly fist heading only one way, pushing all your insides elsewhere trying to make its way through you."

"Shut up." He slapped her hand away. "And with your belly, they're gonna be paying you special attention too."

Melissa's torso was deceptively soft. She had a slight belly, somewhat more prominent than Wyatt's, and her breasts were small but still tempting targets. She was naturally tan and her hair was long and brown, running straight down to her back. "I like special attention, but I guess we'll be finding out how much you like it."

Wyatt laughed, rubbing his stomach again as if someone was pulling it telekinetically. A few more fights went on, ending similarly, with varying degrees of defeat from one person or another, before the announcer chimed in.

"Time for our newcomers to play, then we'll move onto half-time. Come on, you two, don't be shy."

Both of their stomachs turned with adrenaline, simultaneously apprehensive and excited to fight each other in front of a bunch of equally topless strangers. They stood in the middle, bumped fists, and got into mediocre fighting stances. Wyatt put his fists in front of him and attempted to circle her, and Melissa extended her arms outwards, keeping her body away from any potential blows. They both knew exactly where to aim.

Wyatt approached her to try to hit her, and she blocked him with her flailing arms before sneaking underneath and punching him a few successive times in the gut. They weren't particularly hard, but he had somehow forgotten to tighten his abs before getting within melee range of her, so he felt the blows unabated. He pulled back and rubbed his stomach before continuing to circle her.

He knew better than to try to attack her again, so he waited for her to make a move before attempting a counterattack. She inched closer to him in intervals of a few seconds, prompting him to refresh his stance each time, much to her amusement. "You gonna hit me or just strongly consider it?"

A few laughs from the crowd made Wyatt flustered. "How about you? Afraid to come at me?"

"Nah." Melissa approached him, leaving herself open to a decisive gutpunch which seemed to sink into her bowels. She groaned a little, then lifted her head and smiled, grabbing his fist while still embedded and using it as leverage to return the favor. He tightened his abs a little too late, hardening them against her already present knuckles. He backed away, leaving her hunched over and favoring her stomach while he did the same.

"Shit." Wyatt's intestines readjusted in his naked belly. A few more punches like that would have him feeling how he did after Durk punched him at the show.

"Heh." Melissa wiped some spit off of her face. "If you wanted to get inside me so bad, you could've just asked."

Wyatt blushed again. He wasn't romantically interested in her, but he had the odd fantasy here or there. "You better hope I don't turn your reproductive organs to mush."

Melissa blushed as well, then came at him quickly, her hands in the shape of claws. He defended his stomach with his arms, so she went for his pecs, clenching her fingernails into them, earning a yelp from him. He pried her fingers off of him and rubbed his chest, so she went back to her original destination of his belly, squeezing between the spaces in his abs and putting pressure on his guts.

Wyatt hated the gut claws even more than he hated the pec claws, and he hunched over as she squeezed. She was borderline maniacal, enjoying tormenting him, knowing he could tap out at any time and simply chose not to. He grabbed her arms and kneed her in the stomach, jiggling her whole torso and making her spit in the air. Her eyes widened and she unclenched her fingers from his belly, holding his hips for support.

He gasped, worrying that he injured her with that blow. She looked up at him and raised her head, freaking him out until she brought it into his gut, using his love handles as leverage to keep him in place as she did it. He was completely unflexed, her forehead hitting him directly in the lower guts, making him withdraw and clasp his belly.

Melissa dropped to a knee, holding her midsection and sticking her tongue out repeatedly. "Puke bucket!" One of the men was already on his way with it when she called for it, and she hung her head over it for a dozen seconds before releasing into it, to the laughter and applause of the men.

Wyatt crawled over to her, still holding his belly. "Mel, I'm so sorry."

Melissa looked at him and smiled. "Don't be. That was fucking awesome."

Wyatt sighed in some relief, helping her to her feet and leaving the ring together. The announcer chimed in once more.

"Good show! Better keep that bucket handy, because it's time for Durk to get his treatment!"

The crowd clapped again and began lining up as Durk approached the large pole in the side of the room, getting his hands tied behind it by one of the other men. Wyatt and Melissa went closer to the front, not wanting to be the ones to potentially make him puke. Melissa grabbed a water bottle from off to the side to replenish her fluids before joining the line.

Durk was able to absorb the first few punches well enough, hard as they were, with his bulwark abdomen. Wyatt and Melissa hit him at half strength, while everyone behind them gave no quarter with their punches. He began breathing heavier and sweating more and more. By the time the last guy came up to him, he was on his last legs. The last guy was about as big and muscular as him, and wound up his fist for maximum power before sending it just above his navel.

He groaned loudly and his body twitched, preparing to expel its contents. Wyatt held up the bucket under his face, allowing him to projectile into it, mixing with Melissa's vomit. The smell made him vomit again, tears welling in his eyes as Wyatt pulled away and Melissa untied him, letting him slide to his knees and rub his reddened abdomen.

"Man." He lifted his head, vomit still dripping from his mouth. "I did NOT do enough conditioning."

All three of them laughed, then the two of them helped him to his feet and to the water bottles.

"I knew he was gonna have you two fight. Your stance could use some work though." Durk took a swig from his water bottle and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Melissa laughed. "I'm surprised you fucking kneed me. Didn't know you had it in you."

Wyatt rubbed the back of his head, showing his pit. "Somehow I'm less surprised you tried to claw my insides out."

"Trust me, if I wanted your insides on the outside, they'd be on the outside." She patted his stomach again. "Nah, I like having you around, for now."

They all laughed, then watched the rest of the fights that night before heading back to the lockers. They slipped their clothes back on and went back into the alleyway.

"That happens every weekend, right?" Wyatt lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat off his own face. "Would we be able to come back?"

Durk laughed. "Of course. Same time, every Saturday night. Obviously sometimes we'll be playing that night but still."

"Sounds fun." Melissa rubbed her belly some more, exposed by her slightly cropped shirt. "For now, I need a shower, and maybe a massage."

"Yep. Sounds about right."

They all left in different directions to go home, and spent the rest of the night favoring their bellies to lull themselves to sleep.