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His mother hired me to train her son, Dan. I told her that I could do this by weightlifting, along with some boxing and wrestling.
He came in for his session.
His name was Dan, and I introduced myself.
He was a scrawny little guy, 5'4, and only 80 pounds. I'm 6ft and 235.
I asked him what his goals are and said that he would like to gain strength and size.
He said that he always wanted to wrestle.
I chuckled at him when he said that, and he seemed indignant.
I said I don't think we could wrestle because of our size difference.
He insisted, though. I thought this would be a good way to teach him a lesson, too.
I asked him about boxing and self-defense, and he seemed open to the suggestion.
We moved over to the area where there were mats on the floor.
He stood in front of me. I said, "Let's see where your strength levels are at."
Just then, his mother came in and sat on the side of the area where we were.
I told her that I would test his abilities. She thought that it was a good idea.
She was divorced and pretty cute, and it seemed like she had money! I thought that I could show off and impress her.
I asked him to throw some punches at me so that I could test his power.
I was wearing shorts and no shirt. I bounced my Pecs to intimidate him.Subject
He threw a feeble punch at my midsection, and I asked him if he was trying to tickle me!
His mother was yelling encouragement to him and said, "Let him have it!"
He threw a dozen or so more punches at my stomach but had little effect. I then said, "Try some kicks!" Dan kicked me in the midsection a few times, but they weren't much harder than his punches.
Dan said, "Your stomach is harder than it looks."
Maybe we should try some wrestling! I suggested. Dan seemed eager to do so.
His mother seemed a bit impatient.
Dan and I squared off the best that we could with our size difference.
His mother was yelling more encouraging things. "Come on Dan! Wrestle him! Dan and I locked up, but when I stood up, I bopped him with my body, and it broke the hold.
I grabbed Dan and put him in a headlock.
This wrestling was bringing out the Bully in me! His mother said, "get loose, Dan! I dragged him around a bit while in the headlock. I gave him a hip toss, and he landed on the mat.
I then picked him up and placed him in a Bearhug. His scrawny legs were around my waist. I squeezed him pretty tight.
I think this is when his mom figured out that I was playing with him more than anything.
I let him drop to the mat, and I stood over him and did a double biceps flex and victory pose. She seemed angry that I was hurting her son.
"Maybe you should help him! I said.
Dan got up from the mat and walked towards his mother.
His mother stood up and removed her shoes and jacket. I was shocked, but she came towards me!
"I hired you to train my son, and all you did was beat him up!"
"You're a big fat Bully!" I laughed at her and said that I was just having a little fun is all!"
"You need to be taught a lesson!" She said loudly.
Now she's about 5'2 but seemed fit and solid.
What I didn't know was that she practiced Taekwondo.
I said to her,"Calm down!"
"You need to be taught a lesson!" She said.
Dan whispered to his mother, "he has an iron stomach!" She replied. We'll see about that!"She stood in front of me and quickly grabbed me tightly by both wrists. Before I could react, she pulled herself0 quickly into me and rammed me in the belly with the top of her head. I was staggered by the impact. As I was recovering, she then kicked me several times in the body. The last kick to the chest sent me to the mat on my back. She looked down at me and said, "That'll teach you not to be a Bully!
He came in for his session.
His name was Dan, and I introduced myself.
He was a scrawny little guy, 5'4, and only 80 pounds. I'm 6ft and 235.
I asked him what his goals are and said that he would like to gain strength and size.
He said that he always wanted to wrestle.
I chuckled at him when he said that, and he seemed indignant.
I said I don't think we could wrestle because of our size difference.
He insisted, though. I thought this would be a good way to teach him a lesson, too.
I asked him about boxing and self-defense, and he seemed open to the suggestion.
We moved over to the area where there were mats on the floor.
He stood in front of me. I said, "Let's see where your strength levels are at."
Just then, his mother came in and sat on the side of the area where we were.
I told her that I would test his abilities. She thought that it was a good idea.
She was divorced and pretty cute, and it seemed like she had money! I thought that I could show off and impress her.
I asked him to throw some punches at me so that I could test his power.
I was wearing shorts and no shirt. I bounced my Pecs to intimidate him.Subject
He threw a feeble punch at my midsection, and I asked him if he was trying to tickle me!
His mother was yelling encouragement to him and said, "Let him have it!"
He threw a dozen or so more punches at my stomach but had little effect. I then said, "Try some kicks!" Dan kicked me in the midsection a few times, but they weren't much harder than his punches.
Dan said, "Your stomach is harder than it looks."
Maybe we should try some wrestling! I suggested. Dan seemed eager to do so.
His mother seemed a bit impatient.
Dan and I squared off the best that we could with our size difference.
His mother was yelling more encouraging things. "Come on Dan! Wrestle him! Dan and I locked up, but when I stood up, I bopped him with my body, and it broke the hold.
I grabbed Dan and put him in a headlock.
This wrestling was bringing out the Bully in me! His mother said, "get loose, Dan! I dragged him around a bit while in the headlock. I gave him a hip toss, and he landed on the mat.
I then picked him up and placed him in a Bearhug. His scrawny legs were around my waist. I squeezed him pretty tight.
I think this is when his mom figured out that I was playing with him more than anything.
I let him drop to the mat, and I stood over him and did a double biceps flex and victory pose. She seemed angry that I was hurting her son.
"Maybe you should help him! I said.
Dan got up from the mat and walked towards his mother.
His mother stood up and removed her shoes and jacket. I was shocked, but she came towards me!
"I hired you to train my son, and all you did was beat him up!"
"You're a big fat Bully!" I laughed at her and said that I was just having a little fun is all!"
"You need to be taught a lesson!" She said loudly.
Now she's about 5'2 but seemed fit and solid.
What I didn't know was that she practiced Taekwondo.
I said to her,"Calm down!"
"You need to be taught a lesson!" She said.
Dan whispered to his mother, "he has an iron stomach!" She replied. We'll see about that!"She stood in front of me and quickly grabbed me tightly by both wrists. Before I could react, she pulled herself0 quickly into me and rammed me in the belly with the top of her head. I was staggered by the impact. As I was recovering, she then kicked me several times in the body. The last kick to the chest sent me to the mat on my back. She looked down at me and said, "That'll teach you not to be a Bully!
Is there any interest in stories of fat women punching hard and deeply in to one another's soft bellies?
Maybe one fat lady with her arms tied back to expose as much of her huge belly while another two fat women alternately punch her deeply in to her fat belly?
Maybe one fat lady with her arms tied back to expose as much of her huge belly while another two fat women alternately punch her deeply in to her fat belly?
Hi all
My 'belly' interest is more along the lines of bearhugs / squeezing / constriction / cinching and tightening as
potential 'perilous traps' for my superheroine alter-ego
I know it's not strictly 'belly-pain', but it is waist centred. Anyway, if anyone is intrigued, please feel free to drop me a line
My 'belly' interest is more along the lines of bearhugs / squeezing / constriction / cinching and tightening as
potential 'perilous traps' for my superheroine alter-ego
I know it's not strictly 'belly-pain', but it is waist centred. Anyway, if anyone is intrigued, please feel free to drop me a line