The Belly Olympics: Day One

They were locked into the endgame of their clawing contest now, both of them sinking their claws in deep and twisting wildly, eyes wide and glaring into each other, mouths locked tight together so that every huff and grunt and gasp was instantly swallowed up by the woman who had elicited it.

Odessa kept pressing, deeper and deeper, and squeezing, harder and harder. She had no intention of putting less than her full effort into this contest, especially when Amy was so close to collapse. She could feel her fingers getting in almost underneath the abs, as if she could tear the muscle off of Amy, and she would certainly endeavor to make it feel like that was happening if her opponent didn't surrender soon. She kept wrenching one hand clockwise, the other counterclockwise, twisting slightly upward to dig her fingertips in at a painful and unexpected angle as she felt Amy's abs collapsing. Her own belly felt like it was ablaze with pain now, her breath coming a bit faster, sweat dripping a little more, but Odessa still kept her gaze steady on Amy, warning her to give up or feel her abs give in completely.

"I don't think I said anything about her outlasting my belly. But if she did, she couldn't do it now," Janet teased. She saw the fight was reaching a climax, and knew she needed to be ready to step in, just in case. So she got back onto her feet, but before moving closer to observe the action, she added: "And don't worry. I've got all the notes we'll need. I take my referee job very seriously."

When one was at the end of their rope they either gave up or fought like a cornered rattlesnake. In this case it was two rattlesnakes throwing the last they had at one another to see who could crush the other first. Amy had a solid little twist and think she found the sweet spot to push into Odessa while Odessa kept trying to squeeze and crush her abs completely, giving Amy almost no room to breathe and little room for error. The pain was growing but Amy embraced it and tried to power through it that way now that she was sure she had Odessa's abs right where she wanted them. The Lion would deepen the kiss to spite Odessa and tell her without words that she was going for the kill.

"I know, it just sounded like she did. If you could outlast her belly, you wouldn't need to worry about her jaw. And from the sound of you saying she could't do it now it seems like you've been preparing your revenge comeback." Chelsea said before Janet stepped off to go do her job, which Chelsea wasn't bothered by since it meant that Janet was serious about doing this which she liked because she asked her too. "I have no doubt." Chelsea said waiting to see what would come next so she could talk more later.

Odessa was already enjoying the taste of Amy's desperation before Amy leaned in harder to deepen the kiss. When she did that, Odessa would gladly let it happen and lean in too. Amy could hardly blame her for trying to get intimate now. They were wild animals in a knock-down, drag-out battle to the bitter end. Odessa opened her mouth and stuck her tongue into Amy's mouth, wrapping it around Amy's tongue to bring them even closer, enjoying the little buzz that went through that tongue every time Odessa's fingers reached a new sensitive spot or level of pain in Amy's poor, collapsing abdomen. She kept twisting in deeper, squeezing the muscle to stop it from flexing, panting hard into Amy's now-open mouth, waiting to hear the blonde woman scream.

"Hey, I had plenty of time to prepare for these Olympics. I knew they were all about bellies. I had a lot of studying up to do, you know," Janet said, giving Chelsea a wink before she circled around the far side of Odessa and Amy, taking a close look just to make sure both of them were still in the fight. They were, and it was incredible. The pain they were in had to be enough to make most normal women pass out. They had so much of each other's abs caught up in their claws that Janet could almost imagine she saw their fingertips pushing out each other's backs.

Odessa invited Amy deeper into the kiss, just like her belly invited Amy's hands in deeper. Granted that last one was probably involuntary but the point still stood, she had fewer secrets now that they were this close with Amy wrapping around Odessa and squeezing her belly even more. The pain and t he kiss got stronger with Odessa wrapping her tongue around Amy's trying to enjoy it for as long as it would last while Amy wrestled her tongue and tried to take control. She had plenty of motivation between the deep kiss and the struggling on her stomach as Amy twisted her fingers a little to drill into Odessa's gut she could see through Odessa's confidence that the uncertainty was returning. ODessa's body language betrayed her, inside her soul the White Tiger was feeling itself get overpowered.

Chelsea considered her chat a huge success. Janet was receptive to her conversation and only seemed to end it to focus on the reffing stuff, she contemplated if she should go further but still felt the barrier between asking Janet for more and settling into this cool friend phase. What she didn't need to think about was how awesome this action was, nothing was better than seeing the two tearing into each other, she was't even blushing about the kiss anymore, it only added to the hotness of the battle.

The two amazons were locked together more tightly than ever now. Amy's tongue began trying to wrestle Odessa's for control, and Odessa's tongue steadfastly refused to allow Amy's freedom, curling tightly around it and slapping powerfully to keep it at bay. Their eyes remained locked on each other, Odessa noting with satisfaction the pain and confusion that Amy could not quite hide behind her ego and bluster.

Her claws were as deep as possible now, buried in every weak spot on Amy's belly. Odessa raised an eyebrow to Amy, silently asking her if she was ready for what came next: the complete destruction of her abs. Odessa was battling through plenty of pain of her own, but Amy could not stop her from completing her mission. The blonde's exquisitely sculpted abdominal muscles were already on the verge of collapse.

And without waiting for an answer, Odessa gave another squeeze, as hard as she could, roaring like a proud White Tiger into the kiss as she aimed to force Amy's abs into complete softness and rob them of their ability to defend the woman's soft underbelly!

Odessa's question was met with defiance, mainly because the Lion was still barring fangs and clawing deep into the soft belly flesh of Odessa and finding little resistance compared to the wall she had to scrape through. She was emboldened by that and fought harder against her in every way in response. Even when Odessa's counterattack was hard enough to case the blonde great pain she quickly tried to pull through and stand her ground, smirking on her lips while pushing against Odessa's tongue. The attack was painful and enough to crush most, but Amy was still standing and was now even more determined to make Odessa pay for hurting her that much.

While she couldn't muster up her prime strength since her body was feeling everything and fading, Odessa's strength wasn't staying at it's own level either and grappling her belly in both hands Amy would squeeze as hard as possible while trying to fold up Odessa's tongue and push into the kiss at the same time, trying to control everything in one fell swoop and bring the White Tiger back down.

Odessa's attack had all but destroyed whatever tough, shieldlike muscle there had been in Amy's belly, and she had virtually free reign to do with the soft and malleable belly flesh as she pleased. The blonde was still standing, though, trembling though she may have been, refusing to surrender. It was very impressive, if more than a little frustrating. And it was agonizing as Amy's counterattack was enough to make waves of pain seem to crash over Odessa like the tide.

Oh, Amy was absolutely going to pay for being so stubborn. Odessa took the squeeze with a twitch, then continued her own assault. She slid her tongue up to expertly block the entrance to her own mouth, meeting Amy's tongue right where their lips touched, where they could wetly battle for control, tangling like wildcats themselves as the White Tiger and the Lion continued their larger battle. Odessa gave another powerful squeeze in return, mauling soft belly and twisting it as far around as she could as she stabbed in all ten fingertips roughly.

Fallon was impressed by their resilience. Each of them had gone for a kill shot a half dozen times now, and they had only just gotten to the point where they had robbed each other of the ability to flex. They were going to spend all their energy right now. The ending to this one was going to be spectacular.

Odessa's belly almost seemed softer than when Amy had crushed it after the punch out, this time with clawing instead of punches. How many ways would Amy end up destroying that belly? She was looking to find out by the end of this Olympics and she wanted to do it in every way possible. Amy almost regretted that Odessa's abs would never be as strong as this again for the rest of the events but Odessa let them get this soft and weak and Amy pushed deep into them to try and create that final opening. Pushing her tongue against the brit when she tried to hold her off pushing them down to the middle exchanging strokes of each others tongues while she went for another round of squeezing to Odessa's soft tummy watching her fingers dig in deeper and deeper as if the muscles were barely their.

Kyoko couldn't see much from here since the two were right on each other but it seemed as if the bodies weren't doing anything anymore besides accepting pain and trying to endure. She wasn't sure how much longer this could go on but judging by the looks on their faces it was looking dicey. Chelsea was scooting in closer looking to see if she could find any sign that one was going to break but right now it seemed too close.

Odessa did not intend to let Amy have any satisfaction during this Olympics competition. Sixteen events were planned, and Odessa intended to win every single one of them. She did have her pride, after all. She never would have become as famous as she was without it.

The blonde's abs were all but nonexistent now, masses of wobbling muscle without any movement or tension. Whatever pathways had led the flexing signals from Amy's brain to her belly were blocked now, and Odessa dug in deep, curling her fingers up, twisting her wrists in both directions, trying to pull on those abs hard enough to make the blonde scream into their kiss even as their tongues slapped at each other and swapped saliva.

Both of the competitors were obviously straining, their faces visibly wrinkled with pain, the sounds they were making into their kiss loud and wet and guttural. Janet kept close in case she needed to step in; Fallon tried to get a better look at their abs to see just how deep they had penetrated...

The Lion was in a lot of pain, without a doubt, enough pain to make a grown fighter cry out for mercy if she was any weaker than Amy Evans was. Usually this might've been her limit too with how bad this was and how her body seemed to be shredded completely. What kept her going after all that pain and suffering that would make one reconsider even her own competitive nature? The fact that Odessa was going through it too and her eyes were delicious! Odessa could hide it no longer, the panic in her face and the White tiger starting to yield as it felt the pain from Amy's claws sink in deep from both sides, wrapping around her tender belly with enough force that she might crush through it and pop it like a balloon. The kiss helped too, each little squeeze gave her a fresh new sound and a shiver down her tongue, all the signs pointed to a body close to bursting and yielding then and there.

Kyoko could start to see it too, subtle but the bodies were quivering, the nerves in the midsection were being pressed and soon the rest of the body would cave, she had a hard time seeing who was quivering first but she looked at the ref who was getting a better look to see if they noticed it, if they both collapsed little details like that could help her make a decision. Chelsea bit her lip, sensing that this couldn't go on much longer and prayed for a winner, a tie to start this off would make her think they might all be ties!