The Mad House of Abs

With both belies broken and nothing left for them to defend themselves with the only option was to attack, even though by now they were so weak almost any wrestler in AFW could beat them like this. Not breaking the kiss proved to be a challenge as well with the two of them running on fumes and sharing what little reserves of air they could pull in through their noses which due to the increased exhaustion was nearly nothing. Her lungs were burning almost as much as her abs and not even the feeling of Fallon being so close to her could motivate her back into action. Her belly rubbed against Fallon putting up as much offense as her broken abs could when rammed into Fallon's own, with a sharp pain from each meeting to match and make her moan out more.

Kyoko felt her legs slip from wrapping on Fallon's and her body struggle to stay close as her voice got softer and her eyes fluttered, she tried to shake the cobwebs off but everything was getting dark. With nothing left to do Kyoko would thrust her way forward with one final push feeling her belly mold against Fallon's and somehow feel like their insides met as well..a final push that left out one final moan from Kyoko before the light in her eyes started to fade and she slipped back no longer able to hold herself close to her girlfriend.

Odessa sensed early on that, for all the confidence each woman had in her own tummy, they were wearing each other down at almost exactly the same rate. Partially, that could have been a result of the limited nature of the contest, but it was clear that they were very, very close to evenly matched. Somehow, Odessa doubted that this result would resolve any dispute which the two little girlfriends had going on. Perhaps even a full suite of belly-centric challenges could not properly settle which of them had the more resilient abs. But that, of course, was part of the fun of AFW, of rivalry and competition itself.

Odessa stepped forward and gave the two unconscious girls a soft round of applause. "Good show, the both of you," she congratulated them, before she went about the business of getting them down. She untied them and managed to get each woman draped across one of her shoulders—in her present state, they were heavy enough to make her stoop and force her to move at a slow, shuffling pace. Her eyelids weighed heavily as she managed to carefully maneuver them into Kyoko's room. There, she draped them over the bed, arranging them so they were face to face, arms intertwined between them. She pulled the sheets over them, tucked them in, made sure they would be comfortable when they awoke.

She stepped out of the room and closed the door, then turned to regard the snoozing blonde on the floor of the main living space. Kyoko had said that Amy would be just fine on the floor, but Odessa did not want to be so cruel. That, after all, was one thing which differentiated her from Amy. She could show a little sportsmanship. She picked the nude Amy up and laid her down on the sofa, then found an extra pillow and sheet in a hall closet and arranged them so that Amy was as comfortable as possible. Odessa tucked her in, too, in a fashion, and gave her a goodnight kiss on the cheek.

Then, Odessa, yawning and stumbling slightly from exhaustion, would make her way over to Amy's bedroom, and discard the robe she had been wearing. Clad only in a borrowed pair of the blonde's panties, Odessa would slide into the inviting bed, pull the covers over herself, breathe in deeply, and let sleep overcome her, wondering what the next day in this den of delicious belly depravity would bring.