A few years ago I was dating a guy and did not realize that he had a “real” girlfriend that he was cheating on with me. We were dating casually, just going to my place or his and when I wanted to see him more or go out somewhere, he always had an excuse so I guess I should have known.
One day I went to his place after work. When I got to his house, a woman answered the door, she was pretty, blond and in very good shape. I felt a sense of dread when I saw her, instantly comparing her gorgeous body to mine. I self-consciously tried to suck in my belly, as if that would help. She didn't seem surprised to see me. “Are you Casey's friend?” she asked. I nodded and she let me in.
When I got inside and closed the door, someone grabbed my hair from behind and started pulling. I tried to get away but I couldn't, she pulled me into the living room and then shoved me down on the couch. She climbed on top of me, straddling my thighs and holding me down. The woman who had opened the door for me came over, grabbed my arms, and pulled them over my head and held my wrists tight. I struggled against them both until the one sitting on me punched me in the gut. She sent two more fast and hard punches into my soft belly. Air whooshed out of my mouth and I moaned.
“Did you know Casey had a girlfriend?” the girl sitting on me asked.
“No,” I said shaking my head. “Please.”
She punched my belly again, harder. I groaned.
“I can't believe he'd cheat on me with someone so fucking fat.” she said. Both she and her friend were in so much better shape than me, she definitely wasn't forty pounds overweight like me, and she didn't have the big soft belly that I do. I blushed with embarrassment when she called me fat. She punched me in the gut again while her friend laughed.
“Have you ever done a sit up, you fat bitch?” she asked.
My belly was throbbing in pain, I gulped for breath. “Please stop.”
“Hit her some more,” the girl holding my arms said. She looked mean.
The one sitting on me smiled as I pleaded with her to stop. Then she started plowing lefts and rights into my belly. I watched and I could see my belly fat jiggle with each hit, her fists sunk so deep into my gut that her hands disappeared from my sight. I could just see her wrists as she caved in my round stomach with each punch.
She hit me so fast I couldn't catch my breath. Each punched slammed more pain into my stomach. My belly hurt so bad that I couldn't keep struggling. I just laid there, my embarrassingly fat belly wide open for her to beat on. She probably only worked my gut over for a minute or two like that but my belly was in so much pain when she stopped.
“Don't ever talk to him again,” she hissed at me. She got up and the other girl let go of one of my arms. The each took one arm and dragged me off the couch. When I was on the ground, the girl who had been holding my arms kicked me in the stomach. I coughed and tried to roll into a ball. I felt like I was going to get sick but then they yanked me up off the floor and walked me through the living room and back to the front door.
They shoved me out into the yard just as Casey got home. I landed on my hands and knees and then rolled to my side, clutching my stomach. “We took out your trash,” his girlfriend said and then left.
