Devon's Hubris (FFF/F)
Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2026 11:57 pm
Devon smirked as she walked past her teammates and stepped up to the plate, hearing whistles and jeers ring out from the stadium as the crowd got a look at the incredibly attractive player. The brunette's black long-sleeve softball jersey was easily two sizes too small, stretching tightly across her large, perfectly round perky breasts. The hem of the too-small shirt had no hope of covering Devon's stomach, instead rising like a the crop top to rest just above Devon's pride-and-joy navel, a perfectly round circular divot with a fleshy inbetweenie ball that poked out just slightly past the rim. Her midriff was soft yet perfectly slim in contrast to her huge breasts and equally large ass and thighs which were barely contained by her tight, too-small black joggers.
She ignored the scowls of a couple of her teammates as she stretched casually, hefting the bat in a lazy circle that brought her arms above her head, pulling the bottom of her shirt up to the middle of her ribs and tugging slightly on the muscles of her stomach, just enough to tighten her belly so that her navel slid slightly further out of its hole, appearing for a moment as a small outie. Tossing her ponytail to the side, the brunette smiled cockily at the pitcher, a thickset redhead, who scowled and tossed the softball Devon's way.
The bat connected with a loud smack and she darted forward, the tightness of her uniform doing nothing to slow her speed, although Devon knew the crowd was getting a show from the way her clothes hugged her round, tight, bouncing breasts and ass. She skidded to a stop on second base, her slim stomach rising and falling with gentle inhales and exhales.
Her work was for nothing as her teammate Allison stepped up to the plate, quickly getting her team's third out. "Maybe try hitting the ball next time," Devon snarked as she strode past the tall, caramel-skinned woman, rolling her eyes at Allison's ineptitude.
She saw the other woman scowl at her, an expression that was echoed by her other teammate Elle, a petite blonde with perky breasts that equaled Devon's, though Elle also had a much doughier stomach. "No need to be a bitch," Elle muttered as Devon passed, tugging at the hem of her own jersey no doubt in an attempt to hide the outline of her flabby midsection.
Devon arched her back slightly, amusing herself by forcing her inbetweenie to protrude into a slight outie as her team's pitcher, Sophie, threw ball after ball at the batters. After the fifth poor pitch Devon muttered, "Someone clearly needs to practice more." Though she kept her voice pitched too low to carry to the crowd or the other team, she knew it was enough that Sophie could hear; sure enough, the attractive blonde's ears burned red as she threw another lopsided pitch. Devon scoffed. "Useless."
As the game wound to an end Devon did a cool-down on the field, knowing that her jogging and stretching as the crowd filed out of the stands had to be drawing some attention. She smirked at the thought, entirely aware of her own attractiveness and delighting in it. It was growing dark when she finally strode away and into the small gym off to the side of the playing field, empty save for a few scattered softball players winding down without an audience.
Devon strode into the locker room, ignoring the trio of Sophie, Allison and Elle as she caught sight of her locker and sighed, wistfully awaiting a refreshing shower before she went back to her apartment. She was just beginning to twist the combination on her locker when a bodily shove sent her jolting forward into the wall of metal.
"Ow!" she exclaimed, turning and leaning her side against the lockers and twisting her neck to glare at her teammates. "What the hell Sophie? You're such a fucking bi-mmmmph!" she cut off with an outraged, muffled shriek as a balled up pair of -thankfully unused- silky green socks was stuffed into Devon's mouth. She lashed out, slamming an open fist into Sophie's breast, which jiggled wildly as the blonde gasped and clutched at her chest in surprise. A moment later her arms were yanked behind her back and her forearms placed one on top of the other as she felt smooth, thin cord wrapping around them. "Mmmmph!" she screamed, squirming and jerking around, catching a glimpse of Elle standing behind her and binding Devon's arms before she was distracted by Allison tying a thick plain white headband through her mouth in a cleave gag, layered on top of the socks that were already effectively muffling her shouts of protest.
Sophie, recovered from the hit, scowled at Devon as she reached into her locker and grabbed two jumpropes, one green and the other blue. "I'm going to fucking enjoy this you insufferable slut," she muttered, wrapping both jumpropes around Devon's ribs and behind her back, looping around Devon's upper arms; the tight pull of the jumpropes over Devon's ribs tugged at the hem of her jersey, making it ride up further to expose more of her midriff, and the tight cord wrapped below her breasts made them jut out even further. As the blonde looped the plastic ends of the jumpropes around, tying the ends in a tight knot, Devon grunted and squirmed against the tightness of her bindings. With her upper arms tied by the cord looping around her ribs and her forearms bound with long wrapped lengths of cord beside, she had next to no movement of her arms.
Devon screamed wordlessly and jerked her leg out at Allison, who just barely jumped back in time to avoid the kick to her stomach. "Uh-uh, that's not happening," the other woman said, shaking her head. Elle knelt behind Devon and grabbed her legs, holding them together in a shockingly tight grasp as Allison knelt as well, a long red jumprope in hand. She wrapped the rope excruciatingly tightly around each of Devon's hips, digging the cord into her upper thighs and making the flesh on either side of the rope bulge out; the cord wrapped around her hips and between her crotch, pulling the waistband of her joggers down perilously far, exposing the entirety of her soft, flat midriff. As Devon gazed down in horror and fury, a much shorter orange jumprope was then wrapped around her ankles, effectively binding them as well.
Snarling wordlessly into her gag, Devon writhed in her bonds, her movements growing more and more desperate as it settled how helpless she was. "Mmph mm gn mnn mmhnrmph!" she shrieked, her perky breasts jiggling wildly as she struggled. Her eyes widened as she suddenly overbalanced. "Hmmp!" she exclaimed as she landed on the floor of the locker room with a thump, moaning as aches of pain shot through her body at the rough landing onto her back. Above her she could hear the amused snickers of her tormentors.
She squirmed uncomfortably on the floor, fighting to hold back more moans as she narrowed her hazel eyes up at her three teammates. "Mmhnph phhm hmmm nn mnn mmnnph?" she demanded, glaring fiercely in part to cover up her nerves at the vulnerable position she was in. She wriggled nervously as Sophie knelt beside her and roughly slapped Devon's bare belly, the open-handed hit stinging her soft skin and making her grunt into the gag. "There's some payback for hitting my tit," Sophie said viciously. Instead of lifting her hand off of Devon's midriff she slid her fingers up, deftly reaching Devon's navel and spreading the rim wide.
"Mmmmmph!" Devon protested, eyes widening as Sophie effortlessly stretched the rim of her bellybutton into an even larger circle, forcing the perfectly round, smooth knot of her inbetweenie to bulge outward in response, poking up into the air like a true outie. The blonde pinched Devon's navel knot between her fingers, yanking roughly upward on the ball. "Nnnnnnnn phphnp," Devon moaned despite herself, desperately arching her back as her fleshy inbetweenie was forcefully elongated, the doughy knot stretched into a tight, thick ribbon that slapped painfully back onto Devon's stomach when Sophie released it with a cruel smirk. Devon moaned softly, panting into the gag as she stared at her reddening navel.
"You think you're some hot shit, always flaunting your boobs and belly," Allison said, her calm gaze fixated on Devon's midriff with an alarmingly calculated look. "Your fucking bellybutton always has to be on display, right?" She reached past the rim of Devon's navel and pulled on her inbetweenie knot, yanking it up with a sharp tug. She didn't pull it as hard as Sophie had, instead prising it free of Devon's belly just far enough that it was completely inverted, an unfamiliar but not unpleasant strain twinging in Devon's midriff as her bellybutton was forced out of its hole once again.
"We get it, you're a sexy bitch," Elle said, her tone turning nasty as she glared down at Devon. "You only get to act like such a nightmareish slut because you know everyone thinks you're hot. Well, what if you don't even have that to fall back on?"
"Mmhnph? Mmhnph phhm hmmm nn mnn mmnn?" Devon cried in outrage, which turned to humiliated whimpers as Allison yanked harder on Devon's bellybutton, which twinged again with shooting pain as it was stretched cruelly far from her midriff. The entire fleshy knob of her navel was red and pulsating with throbs of pain. She moaned loudly as Sophie pinched the center of the elongated base, squeezing the fleshy middle of Devon's navel knot between her nails.
"You won't want to show off your bellybutton when it's a huge, ugly outie," Elle said. "Not that you'll have a choice." Elle dug around in her locker, the petite blonde going onto her tiptoes to reach the back of the shelf and emerging with a tiny padlock that was small enough that Devon could've engulfed it with only her pinkie. She handed the padlock to Sophie who grinned menacingly as Allison pinched the tip of Devon's navel knot and yanked it up into the air, higher and higher until Devon was panting weakly, her stomach trembling as she arched her back as far as she possibly could in her bound form.
"Nnnnnn pmmnphm nnnph nnph mm hmmmmhnphphnn pmmnphm!" she pleaded, cheeks burning with shame as she begged even knowing the futility. She undulated her belly slightly, groaning as the movement tugged painfully on her already-elongated navel. A helpless squeal escaped the brunette as Allison opened the lock and then hooked the shackle around the very bottom of the base of Devon's stretched out navel. As soon as the shackle clicked into place back in the body of the lock, Sophie released her grip on Devon's bellybutton knot.
It slammed back down towards her stomach, ballooning around the tiny lock that was clamped around the base of her inbetweenie, though Devon couldn't call it that anymore. With the base of her bellybutton squeezed tight by the lock the rest of the round, fleshy knot spilled out over the top of the lock and the shackle, the flushed red outie protruding like a sore from Devon's otherwise-flat midriff. "Nnnnnnnnnn!" she screamed in protest, gazing down at her abused bellybutton in horror.
Her teammates all snickered and Elle grabbed the lock, roughly yanking it upward. Devon's hopes that the blonde would pull the lock free from her bellybutton were quickly dashed when instead, the higher Elle pulled the lock the more that Devon's bellybutton stretched, the base of it straining uncomfortably as it was stretched unnaturally thin with the doughy tip growing a deeper and deeper shade of red where it protruded out from between the lock and the shackle. "Your bellybutton's not so hot now," Elle taunted, smirking as she released the lock and it slapped back down onto Devon's midriff, sending a faint ache through her belly and bellybutton.
Sophie pressed her nail into the center of the smooth knot of Devon's outie, forcing an indent in the middle of the otherwise round bulging knob. "You're still gonna show it off though, right?" she said, arching an eyebrow knowingly. "Well you're going to have to, even if your shirts did cover your belly, nothing can cover up a bellybutton this big." She snickered as Devon flushed and whined in frustration and anger.
Her other two teammates giggled as well as Allison said, "Yeah, your bellybutton's so big and red it makes a pretty obvious target." She raised her eyebrows meaningfully at Elle and Sophie, who both took on devious grins that had Devon shrinking back despite herself.
"It is an obvious target, isn't it?" Sophie mused. She got to her feet and nodded at the other two women as she strode toward the door of the locker room. Allison and Elle each grabbed one of Devon's shoulders, yanking her to her feet as well. They half-pulled half-dragged Devon out of the locker room; the brunette looked wildly around the gym for a savior but it was late enough that they were the last ones left, the large empty room already dim from half the lights out.
Her two teammates pulled Devon into the pitching cage, a long tunnel carpeted in fake green grass and surrounded by see-through black netting; at one end of the cage directly in front of a net was a softball screen, a metal frame that was slightly taller and wider than Devon meant for catching pitches. With the long yellow jumprope clutches in Allison's hand, she wrapped it around Devon's bound forearms and then tied each end to the poles on either side of the screen.
"You've practically been begging for this, you belly whore," Sophie called out. Devon's head snapped up to see the smirking blonde standing far away at the other end of the cage, a large and deceptively hard softball in hand. "Since you're so desperate to get attention, I'll use your bellybutton for target practice."
"Nnnnnnn mmnnph nnph mm hmmmmhnphphnn!" Devon babbled, her eyes widening as Sophie wound back an arm. She squirmed and attempted to jump to the side but bound as she was to the softball screen, she was practically a sitting duck. The softball flew from Sophie's hand across the length of the green and Devon was helpless to watch as it slammed into her midriff, directly on top of her bulbous outie. "NNNNNNNNGH," she moaned loudly, gasping as the ball smacked into her belly and forced the breath out of her. Devon doubled over as much as possible, which wasn't far at all given how she was bound. She whined when Allison grabbed the end of her ponytail, yanking her upright just in time for the second softball to sink deeply into her weak, waiting stomach.
She felt the hard ball force the metal lock to dig uncomfortably into her belly as the ball smacked into it and she groaned in pain, feeling her stomach but her abused bellybutton in particular start to throb. Allison grabbed her ponytail again and yanked her upright as Devon fought back tears that were forming at the corners of her eyes. "Not so tough after all," Elle scoffed, standing on her other side and looking infuriatingly smug at Devon's pain. "Bet you'd hate for all your 'fans' to see you like this." To Devon's horror, the petite blonde pulled out her phone and snapped a quick photo of Devon, bound and gagged with her exposed belly and bulging outie both flushed red. Elle smirked as she waved her phone, with the compromising photo on-screen, in Devon's face. "Just in case you start getting any bright ideas about being a bitch again, later."
"Phhnphph nnph fnnr mnn cnnph phhnmm phhn-nnnnnnnmmmph," Devon began to protest frantically, only to be cut off when Sophie pitched another softball, this one landing slightly below her bellybutton in the softest, weakest portion of her lower belly. Devon groaned loudly and gasped for breath while Allison and Elle both smirked and snickered at her.
"Better hold still," Sophie called out with a cruel smirk. "This will be the last one if I can get it in your bellybutton." She tossed another hard pitch towards Devon, who moaned in pain as the ball sank into her upper stomach, directly in between the bottom of her ribs and her protruding navel. "Ooops," Sophie said in a flat, remorseless tone. She wound back with another softball which sailed directly at the throbbing, cherry-red target of Devon's round, bulging outie, forcing another muffled groan from the brunette as the ball forced her bellybutton into her stomach, though not deep enough to release it from the clutches of the lock keeping it forced into an outie.
Though Devon prided herself on her flat, slim stomach, her midriff remained soft rather than tough, and each softball Sophie threw thudded painfully into the center of her belly, compressing it and sending aches of pain through her already-sore muscles. By the time Sophie had thrown the last of the softballs from her end of the cage, Devon was whimpering helplessly into the gag, only kept on her feet by the jumpropes binding her to the softball screen.
She blinked in incomprehension when Allison stepped forward and untied the cords around her hips and ankles; at the same time Elle unbound the jumpropes keeping Devon secured to the softball screen. Devon had a brief, vicious thought of kicking out at her teammates with her now-unbound legs but as soon as she was no longer held up by the screen she sank down to her knees, only her torso still left bound by the brightly colored cord. Allison smirked as she crouched and wedged a pair of scissors into the grip of one of Devon's bound hands. "Have fun cutting yourself free," she said, fluttering her fingers at Devon as she turned to leave the cage.
"Mmmmph? Nnnn nngh hmmmph hmm mmph!" Devon protested, her eyes widening as Sophie and Elle followed suit, though Elle roughly twisted the still-bulging reddened knob of Devon's protruding bellybutton before she left. "Nnnnnngh," Devon moaned, fighting against exhaustion and a dim sense of fury as she wriggled and squirmed on the false grass of the pitching cage, trying to align the scissors with the jumpropes well enough to cut herself free. The only thing that would be worse than the torment her teammates had put her through would be to remain in the gym overnight and be discovered in such a humiliating position, bound and gagged with her bellybutton trapped in a lock, the next morning...
She ignored the scowls of a couple of her teammates as she stretched casually, hefting the bat in a lazy circle that brought her arms above her head, pulling the bottom of her shirt up to the middle of her ribs and tugging slightly on the muscles of her stomach, just enough to tighten her belly so that her navel slid slightly further out of its hole, appearing for a moment as a small outie. Tossing her ponytail to the side, the brunette smiled cockily at the pitcher, a thickset redhead, who scowled and tossed the softball Devon's way.
The bat connected with a loud smack and she darted forward, the tightness of her uniform doing nothing to slow her speed, although Devon knew the crowd was getting a show from the way her clothes hugged her round, tight, bouncing breasts and ass. She skidded to a stop on second base, her slim stomach rising and falling with gentle inhales and exhales.
Her work was for nothing as her teammate Allison stepped up to the plate, quickly getting her team's third out. "Maybe try hitting the ball next time," Devon snarked as she strode past the tall, caramel-skinned woman, rolling her eyes at Allison's ineptitude.
She saw the other woman scowl at her, an expression that was echoed by her other teammate Elle, a petite blonde with perky breasts that equaled Devon's, though Elle also had a much doughier stomach. "No need to be a bitch," Elle muttered as Devon passed, tugging at the hem of her own jersey no doubt in an attempt to hide the outline of her flabby midsection.
Devon arched her back slightly, amusing herself by forcing her inbetweenie to protrude into a slight outie as her team's pitcher, Sophie, threw ball after ball at the batters. After the fifth poor pitch Devon muttered, "Someone clearly needs to practice more." Though she kept her voice pitched too low to carry to the crowd or the other team, she knew it was enough that Sophie could hear; sure enough, the attractive blonde's ears burned red as she threw another lopsided pitch. Devon scoffed. "Useless."
As the game wound to an end Devon did a cool-down on the field, knowing that her jogging and stretching as the crowd filed out of the stands had to be drawing some attention. She smirked at the thought, entirely aware of her own attractiveness and delighting in it. It was growing dark when she finally strode away and into the small gym off to the side of the playing field, empty save for a few scattered softball players winding down without an audience.
Devon strode into the locker room, ignoring the trio of Sophie, Allison and Elle as she caught sight of her locker and sighed, wistfully awaiting a refreshing shower before she went back to her apartment. She was just beginning to twist the combination on her locker when a bodily shove sent her jolting forward into the wall of metal.
"Ow!" she exclaimed, turning and leaning her side against the lockers and twisting her neck to glare at her teammates. "What the hell Sophie? You're such a fucking bi-mmmmph!" she cut off with an outraged, muffled shriek as a balled up pair of -thankfully unused- silky green socks was stuffed into Devon's mouth. She lashed out, slamming an open fist into Sophie's breast, which jiggled wildly as the blonde gasped and clutched at her chest in surprise. A moment later her arms were yanked behind her back and her forearms placed one on top of the other as she felt smooth, thin cord wrapping around them. "Mmmmph!" she screamed, squirming and jerking around, catching a glimpse of Elle standing behind her and binding Devon's arms before she was distracted by Allison tying a thick plain white headband through her mouth in a cleave gag, layered on top of the socks that were already effectively muffling her shouts of protest.
Sophie, recovered from the hit, scowled at Devon as she reached into her locker and grabbed two jumpropes, one green and the other blue. "I'm going to fucking enjoy this you insufferable slut," she muttered, wrapping both jumpropes around Devon's ribs and behind her back, looping around Devon's upper arms; the tight pull of the jumpropes over Devon's ribs tugged at the hem of her jersey, making it ride up further to expose more of her midriff, and the tight cord wrapped below her breasts made them jut out even further. As the blonde looped the plastic ends of the jumpropes around, tying the ends in a tight knot, Devon grunted and squirmed against the tightness of her bindings. With her upper arms tied by the cord looping around her ribs and her forearms bound with long wrapped lengths of cord beside, she had next to no movement of her arms.
Devon screamed wordlessly and jerked her leg out at Allison, who just barely jumped back in time to avoid the kick to her stomach. "Uh-uh, that's not happening," the other woman said, shaking her head. Elle knelt behind Devon and grabbed her legs, holding them together in a shockingly tight grasp as Allison knelt as well, a long red jumprope in hand. She wrapped the rope excruciatingly tightly around each of Devon's hips, digging the cord into her upper thighs and making the flesh on either side of the rope bulge out; the cord wrapped around her hips and between her crotch, pulling the waistband of her joggers down perilously far, exposing the entirety of her soft, flat midriff. As Devon gazed down in horror and fury, a much shorter orange jumprope was then wrapped around her ankles, effectively binding them as well.
Snarling wordlessly into her gag, Devon writhed in her bonds, her movements growing more and more desperate as it settled how helpless she was. "Mmph mm gn mnn mmhnrmph!" she shrieked, her perky breasts jiggling wildly as she struggled. Her eyes widened as she suddenly overbalanced. "Hmmp!" she exclaimed as she landed on the floor of the locker room with a thump, moaning as aches of pain shot through her body at the rough landing onto her back. Above her she could hear the amused snickers of her tormentors.
She squirmed uncomfortably on the floor, fighting to hold back more moans as she narrowed her hazel eyes up at her three teammates. "Mmhnph phhm hmmm nn mnn mmnnph?" she demanded, glaring fiercely in part to cover up her nerves at the vulnerable position she was in. She wriggled nervously as Sophie knelt beside her and roughly slapped Devon's bare belly, the open-handed hit stinging her soft skin and making her grunt into the gag. "There's some payback for hitting my tit," Sophie said viciously. Instead of lifting her hand off of Devon's midriff she slid her fingers up, deftly reaching Devon's navel and spreading the rim wide.
"Mmmmmph!" Devon protested, eyes widening as Sophie effortlessly stretched the rim of her bellybutton into an even larger circle, forcing the perfectly round, smooth knot of her inbetweenie to bulge outward in response, poking up into the air like a true outie. The blonde pinched Devon's navel knot between her fingers, yanking roughly upward on the ball. "Nnnnnnnn phphnp," Devon moaned despite herself, desperately arching her back as her fleshy inbetweenie was forcefully elongated, the doughy knot stretched into a tight, thick ribbon that slapped painfully back onto Devon's stomach when Sophie released it with a cruel smirk. Devon moaned softly, panting into the gag as she stared at her reddening navel.
"You think you're some hot shit, always flaunting your boobs and belly," Allison said, her calm gaze fixated on Devon's midriff with an alarmingly calculated look. "Your fucking bellybutton always has to be on display, right?" She reached past the rim of Devon's navel and pulled on her inbetweenie knot, yanking it up with a sharp tug. She didn't pull it as hard as Sophie had, instead prising it free of Devon's belly just far enough that it was completely inverted, an unfamiliar but not unpleasant strain twinging in Devon's midriff as her bellybutton was forced out of its hole once again.
"We get it, you're a sexy bitch," Elle said, her tone turning nasty as she glared down at Devon. "You only get to act like such a nightmareish slut because you know everyone thinks you're hot. Well, what if you don't even have that to fall back on?"
"Mmhnph? Mmhnph phhm hmmm nn mnn mmnn?" Devon cried in outrage, which turned to humiliated whimpers as Allison yanked harder on Devon's bellybutton, which twinged again with shooting pain as it was stretched cruelly far from her midriff. The entire fleshy knob of her navel was red and pulsating with throbs of pain. She moaned loudly as Sophie pinched the center of the elongated base, squeezing the fleshy middle of Devon's navel knot between her nails.
"You won't want to show off your bellybutton when it's a huge, ugly outie," Elle said. "Not that you'll have a choice." Elle dug around in her locker, the petite blonde going onto her tiptoes to reach the back of the shelf and emerging with a tiny padlock that was small enough that Devon could've engulfed it with only her pinkie. She handed the padlock to Sophie who grinned menacingly as Allison pinched the tip of Devon's navel knot and yanked it up into the air, higher and higher until Devon was panting weakly, her stomach trembling as she arched her back as far as she possibly could in her bound form.
"Nnnnnn pmmnphm nnnph nnph mm hmmmmhnphphnn pmmnphm!" she pleaded, cheeks burning with shame as she begged even knowing the futility. She undulated her belly slightly, groaning as the movement tugged painfully on her already-elongated navel. A helpless squeal escaped the brunette as Allison opened the lock and then hooked the shackle around the very bottom of the base of Devon's stretched out navel. As soon as the shackle clicked into place back in the body of the lock, Sophie released her grip on Devon's bellybutton knot.
It slammed back down towards her stomach, ballooning around the tiny lock that was clamped around the base of her inbetweenie, though Devon couldn't call it that anymore. With the base of her bellybutton squeezed tight by the lock the rest of the round, fleshy knot spilled out over the top of the lock and the shackle, the flushed red outie protruding like a sore from Devon's otherwise-flat midriff. "Nnnnnnnnnn!" she screamed in protest, gazing down at her abused bellybutton in horror.
Her teammates all snickered and Elle grabbed the lock, roughly yanking it upward. Devon's hopes that the blonde would pull the lock free from her bellybutton were quickly dashed when instead, the higher Elle pulled the lock the more that Devon's bellybutton stretched, the base of it straining uncomfortably as it was stretched unnaturally thin with the doughy tip growing a deeper and deeper shade of red where it protruded out from between the lock and the shackle. "Your bellybutton's not so hot now," Elle taunted, smirking as she released the lock and it slapped back down onto Devon's midriff, sending a faint ache through her belly and bellybutton.
Sophie pressed her nail into the center of the smooth knot of Devon's outie, forcing an indent in the middle of the otherwise round bulging knob. "You're still gonna show it off though, right?" she said, arching an eyebrow knowingly. "Well you're going to have to, even if your shirts did cover your belly, nothing can cover up a bellybutton this big." She snickered as Devon flushed and whined in frustration and anger.
Her other two teammates giggled as well as Allison said, "Yeah, your bellybutton's so big and red it makes a pretty obvious target." She raised her eyebrows meaningfully at Elle and Sophie, who both took on devious grins that had Devon shrinking back despite herself.
"It is an obvious target, isn't it?" Sophie mused. She got to her feet and nodded at the other two women as she strode toward the door of the locker room. Allison and Elle each grabbed one of Devon's shoulders, yanking her to her feet as well. They half-pulled half-dragged Devon out of the locker room; the brunette looked wildly around the gym for a savior but it was late enough that they were the last ones left, the large empty room already dim from half the lights out.
Her two teammates pulled Devon into the pitching cage, a long tunnel carpeted in fake green grass and surrounded by see-through black netting; at one end of the cage directly in front of a net was a softball screen, a metal frame that was slightly taller and wider than Devon meant for catching pitches. With the long yellow jumprope clutches in Allison's hand, she wrapped it around Devon's bound forearms and then tied each end to the poles on either side of the screen.
"You've practically been begging for this, you belly whore," Sophie called out. Devon's head snapped up to see the smirking blonde standing far away at the other end of the cage, a large and deceptively hard softball in hand. "Since you're so desperate to get attention, I'll use your bellybutton for target practice."
"Nnnnnnn mmnnph nnph mm hmmmmhnphphnn!" Devon babbled, her eyes widening as Sophie wound back an arm. She squirmed and attempted to jump to the side but bound as she was to the softball screen, she was practically a sitting duck. The softball flew from Sophie's hand across the length of the green and Devon was helpless to watch as it slammed into her midriff, directly on top of her bulbous outie. "NNNNNNNNGH," she moaned loudly, gasping as the ball smacked into her belly and forced the breath out of her. Devon doubled over as much as possible, which wasn't far at all given how she was bound. She whined when Allison grabbed the end of her ponytail, yanking her upright just in time for the second softball to sink deeply into her weak, waiting stomach.
She felt the hard ball force the metal lock to dig uncomfortably into her belly as the ball smacked into it and she groaned in pain, feeling her stomach but her abused bellybutton in particular start to throb. Allison grabbed her ponytail again and yanked her upright as Devon fought back tears that were forming at the corners of her eyes. "Not so tough after all," Elle scoffed, standing on her other side and looking infuriatingly smug at Devon's pain. "Bet you'd hate for all your 'fans' to see you like this." To Devon's horror, the petite blonde pulled out her phone and snapped a quick photo of Devon, bound and gagged with her exposed belly and bulging outie both flushed red. Elle smirked as she waved her phone, with the compromising photo on-screen, in Devon's face. "Just in case you start getting any bright ideas about being a bitch again, later."
"Phhnphph nnph fnnr mnn cnnph phhnmm phhn-nnnnnnnmmmph," Devon began to protest frantically, only to be cut off when Sophie pitched another softball, this one landing slightly below her bellybutton in the softest, weakest portion of her lower belly. Devon groaned loudly and gasped for breath while Allison and Elle both smirked and snickered at her.
"Better hold still," Sophie called out with a cruel smirk. "This will be the last one if I can get it in your bellybutton." She tossed another hard pitch towards Devon, who moaned in pain as the ball sank into her upper stomach, directly in between the bottom of her ribs and her protruding navel. "Ooops," Sophie said in a flat, remorseless tone. She wound back with another softball which sailed directly at the throbbing, cherry-red target of Devon's round, bulging outie, forcing another muffled groan from the brunette as the ball forced her bellybutton into her stomach, though not deep enough to release it from the clutches of the lock keeping it forced into an outie.
Though Devon prided herself on her flat, slim stomach, her midriff remained soft rather than tough, and each softball Sophie threw thudded painfully into the center of her belly, compressing it and sending aches of pain through her already-sore muscles. By the time Sophie had thrown the last of the softballs from her end of the cage, Devon was whimpering helplessly into the gag, only kept on her feet by the jumpropes binding her to the softball screen.
She blinked in incomprehension when Allison stepped forward and untied the cords around her hips and ankles; at the same time Elle unbound the jumpropes keeping Devon secured to the softball screen. Devon had a brief, vicious thought of kicking out at her teammates with her now-unbound legs but as soon as she was no longer held up by the screen she sank down to her knees, only her torso still left bound by the brightly colored cord. Allison smirked as she crouched and wedged a pair of scissors into the grip of one of Devon's bound hands. "Have fun cutting yourself free," she said, fluttering her fingers at Devon as she turned to leave the cage.
"Mmmmph? Nnnn nngh hmmmph hmm mmph!" Devon protested, her eyes widening as Sophie and Elle followed suit, though Elle roughly twisted the still-bulging reddened knob of Devon's protruding bellybutton before she left. "Nnnnnngh," Devon moaned, fighting against exhaustion and a dim sense of fury as she wriggled and squirmed on the false grass of the pitching cage, trying to align the scissors with the jumpropes well enough to cut herself free. The only thing that would be worse than the torment her teammates had put her through would be to remain in the gym overnight and be discovered in such a humiliating position, bound and gagged with her bellybutton trapped in a lock, the next morning...