"I was thinking we could chat for a bit."
You were a little surprised, but still wary of her. "About what?"
"Don't be so on edge! I only want to catch up, squirt. I don't get to see you as often as I did back when I was in high school."
You felt a bit of the tension leave the room and you lowered your guard a little. "Alright! What do you want to know about?"
"Have you made a move on that Jen girl yet?"
You cheeks turned a light shade of red as you became flustered. "What are you talking about?"
Jordana rolled her eyes. "Come on, squirt! If you're trying to keep it a secret, you're doing a really bad job. Anyone paying attention to you when you look at her can tell."
You sat there on her belly, unable to talk. She was right on the money, but you were too embarrassed to admit it.
"Soooo... have you asked her out yet?"
Your cheeks turned beet red. "No!" you blurted out.
Jordana fell into a fit of laughter. It was a deep laugh that caused her belly to rumble and contract, making it hard to maintain your footing with all the jiggling. Jordana wiped a tear from her eye, and her belly's undulations came to a stop. "Oh, man! I didn't think you'd deny it so aggressively. That was too good!"
"Kill me now," you said as you covered your face.
"So you're still single?"
With a huff, you reluctantly replied, "Yeah, I guess I am."
Jordana was smiling smugly on the outside, but she was dancing for joy on the inside. She'd liked you for a while, but throughout the years, she'd become a huge source of intimidation for you. It hadn't been intentional, but it was self-inflicted. She knew her sister liked you, but she refused to lose.
"Maybe you've been looking at the wrong kind of girls."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't get me wrong, Jen is pretty, but she doesn't have that Latina thickness on her like Lillian... or me."
"You?"
Jordana leaned forward as she smiled devilishly. As she did, her belly folded in the center, which caused you to tumble backwards. "I've got meat in all the right places," she said in a sensual yet sinister tone. You felt a cold sweat cropping up as a surge of fear ran down your spine.
"How about we play a game?"
You had the distinct urge to run, but there wasn't anywhere you could go. You were completely at her mercy.
"Wh-what kind of game?"
"Hmm... ever been on a trampoline?"
The question caught you off guard with how bizarre it was.
"Yes? It's been a while, though."
"Let me introduce you to the world's best trampoline."
"Huh?
Suddenly, Jordana flexed her stomach muscles, which caused the fat surrounding them to push outward. You were launched into the air from the force of it before descending back down and landing on Jordana's belly once more. While it had completely caught you off-guard, the experience had been more enjoyable than you'd have thought. Jordana continued to flex her stomach muscles bouncing you up and down with her belly.
"There are certain benefits to being with a woman with the right amount of thickness."
Her bouncy, jiggling stomach was the perfect trampoline. It was crazy how high it launched you. The fear you felt before subsided as you lost yourself in the freedom of being airborne.
"See, squirt! I can be nice someti-," SHLORP, "Huh?" Jordana felt a familiar tickling sensation inside her belly button. She could tell you were struggling to get out. That's when an idea hit her.
Inside Jordana's belly button, you struggled to move in your constricting environment. The fleshy tube offered little in the way of wiggle room and the sweat inside it wasn't helping you make progress. Suddenly, you felt Jordana's belly muscles press down around you; however, this time the pressure was even greater than before. You felt like the cork in a champagne bottle as pressure built up all around you trying to force you out. Without warning, you shot out of Jordana's belly button at a high velocity. You soared into the air and managed to make it halfway towards the ceiling before you began your descent. However, when you looked down, you saw that Jordana had rolled over presenting her otherworldly ass to the sky.
"Oh fuck!" you said as you began to plummet towards her ass. "No, no, no, no!"
You easily slid halfway between Jordana's butt cheeks. The pressure bearing down on you from both sides wasn't as constricting as her belly button seeing as how there was more fat to deal with. The only other silver lining was that her sweatpants acted as a barrier from slipping into the darker depths of her ass.
Meanwhile, Jordana was resting her chin on her palms as she wiggled her butt back and forth. With a smug chuckled she said, "I told you! I have meat in all the right places."
What happens next?