Liquid Diarrhea

I was supposed to meet some people today. But because of this diarrhea, I can't go anywhere.

I think the hard punch I got yesterday crushed my bowels or something.

So, yesterday, when I went to hang out with some friends, I got into a fight with a man. It was just a small arguing. What we fought about is not really important. But then the man got really pissed and punch my belly so hard.

Ooopphhh...!!

Suddenly I felt nauseous, dizzy, and weak. I bent over and hold my belly in pain. My belly's churning. I felt like my bowels contents are gurgling with such a noise, then I felt like farting. But when I farted, shit comes out to my panties: very liquid shit. That moment I knew the man had totally squashed my bowels.

I tried so hard to hold the shit but I can't. It's too liquid, and it keeps coming out.

Don't ask me how did I get home. It was such a horrible, horrible nightmare.

This morning I woke up with a horrible bellyache. I jumped off of my bed and ran to the toilet, but it was too late. I already shit all over my bed sheet, my pants, my panties, the floor. It was so disgusting.

Belly Punched Effect

This is my first posting after a while.

So you know how bad I want to be punched in my belly. I have this story, you can think of this as a true story or just my imagination. My imagination is very fertile. And just for your information, my stomach is always churning for real even if i only watch or read or imagine about belly punching. So, it's always good.

So, one day I finally met my belly puncher.

We knew each other from the internet and made appointment to meet at a motel.

At the motel, we were very excited to finally do belly punching scene for real.

And finally he punched my belly so... hard!! WHAM!!

"Arrrrrhhhhh...!!" I screamed so loud. I fell down the floor and clutch my belly in pain. I'm gasping. The feeling of real belly punch is so much different from what I've ever imagined. Uhhmmm. I curled up in agony and keep holding my hurting belly. I never know that my belly is so weak. I thought I would still standing at least until 3 or 4 punches. But it happens that he knocked me out in one hard punch in my poor, poor belly.

I felt so much pain. I want to stop and just enjoy the pain for a while. But he wasn't satisfy yet. He told me to stand. "Come on! We don't have so much time here! I gotta go back to my home town in 2 hours."

With my weak voice, I said, "Uuuh..., can we just... uuuhh... stop?"

"What!?" he shout. "No way! It was just one punch you slut!"

I hate it when he called me slut. "Wow! Watch your mouth!" I said.

"Oh yeah!? What you're gonna do? Slap me? You can't even stand on your feet!"

"I know... uuuhhh..." I hold my stomach in pain. "I'm done, okay. I'm not feeling really good. I think I'm gonna puke."

"Oh come on! Don't be a baby!"

I forced my self to stand up and walk to the toilet, but when I finally stood, he delivered an extremely hard blow to my lower belly. WHAAAPPP!!!

"Ooooowwwwwhhhh!!!!"

I fell back down to the floor. Ooohh... think he just squashed my bowels. Now how should I stand up? I can't even feel my leg!

I puked some of my lunch on the carpet while he smiled and enjoyed what he's done to my weak belly.

I curled up on the floor, my legs were kicking as I tried to reduce the pain--but it was totally useless. I was moaning and groaning in pain.

Then he kicked my belly so hard. WHAAMMPP!!

"Ooooooohhhh!" I howled like a female werewolf trapped.

I felt like my digestive system has been squashed. Well, I think it is squashed. Not only my lunch out of my stomach, then my breakfast and dinner also out of my bowels. I could feel that I shit in my pants when he kicked my belly.

He kicked my belly over and over again until I puked everything out and shit till my bowels totally empty. I passed out.

When I woke up, he was already gone. It was already morning the next day. My clothes were very dirty, full with vomit and shit. I think he didn't fuck me because my clothes are still where they were. Maybe he felt disgusted of my shit and vomit, or maybe he just wanna crush my belly, that's all.

Whatever the reason, I'm glad he didn't fuck me.

But you know, even if he did, I don't think it could make me get pregnant. Because I think my internal organ has been squashed by his punches and kicks.

I tried so hard to get up and leave the motel before the room service come. I took a shower and change my clothes before. Yeah, I've prepare that far so I brought other clothes in my bag. I couldn't really stand because my belly was hurting so bad. So I bent over while walking from the room to the elevator, from the elevator to the lobby, and from the lobby to the taxi. Everyone was starring at me with curiosity of what the hell was happened to me.

I went home and took a bed rest for a month. Some of my internal organs really need time to get heal. And don't even ask about my digestive system because it was surely messed up. I couldn't eat properly for a long time.

At that time, I thought, "Oh! This is crap! I don't want any belly punch anymore!" But now that I've healed, I kinda miss the pain anyway.