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Aristeia smirked as she tracked the wounded creature through the forest, stalking through the bushes and tree branches as she followed her prey, eager to claim the bounty upon it once she managed to make the kill. Her fierce, determined expression faltered when a high-rising branch from a bush scraped over her midriff as she walked past, the tiny thorns on the branch scratching uncomfortably at the soft, exposed flesh of her stomach. The warrior's mood abruptly soured as she continued following the creature, growing frustrated and dismal as she tended to do whenever she recalled the Sorceress' curse upon her midriff and navel. It was hard to forget, given that whenever the brunette woman's eyes flickered down, she caught sight of her cursed-bare belly and her bulbous, protruding outie bellybutton. Aristeia's displeasure at her predicament only grew when she tracked the creature to a narrow crevice in a rock formation, where the creature had undoubtedly ventured in a futile attempt

Sylvie groaned as she stood outside the rented house that she shared with her three roommates, rummaging desperately through her pockets. "I can't believe this!" she exclaimed, tossing her hands up in frustration. Somehow she'd manage to lose her keys, leaving her trapped outside the house as it began to grow dark. With a sigh she eyed the small dog door at the bottom of the front door; surely she was thin enough to fit through. Sylvie lowered herself to the floor of the porch, grimacing as her soft, nearly-flat bare belly touched the cool wood. After her strangely perilous Haunted House trip a few weeks earlier Sylvie had been hesitant to expose her stomach, until she reasoned that whatever odd happening had occurred in the Haunted House, her belly wasn't bound to be in much danger if she just went about her day-to-day life wearing a crop top. She peered in through the dog door and called, "Hello, anyone home?" When there was no answer Sylvie sighed and twisted around, leaving her

"Please help me?" Margery begged, her eyes wide as she entreated Corinne pleadingly. "I can't live like this anymore!" Corinne looked up from her book as she sat at a table in the library and with effort, assumed a neutral expression, though internally all she could feel was smug satisfaction. The petite blonde had been forced to leave her stomach exposed for two full days, pretending that the spell she'd cast on her classmates had been unfamiliar to her, in order to force them all to remain with their midriffs involuntarily displayed. It had been well worth it, especially when the other sorceresses at her training institution began relentlessly teasing those who had magically cropped tops. After two days Corinne "found" a counteract to the spell which she was more than happy to use on her ever-so-grateful classmates, who she suspected wouldn't be teasing Corinne's midriff again anytime soon. She was content, however, to let her specially-selected group of offenders continue