Your next session begins now belly slave. Your former super hero self has been slowly wilting away in my presence. You are no match for my wicked tempting flesh. A villainess becomes your master. My henchmen will serve me well as they turn you into a punching bag. Watching them knock the wind out of you amuses your goddess. How long can you last as we grow out that soft new potbelly of yours? You are pathetic compared to your former super hero body when you had the wild idea of trying to defeat me. My belly and navel mesmerize you. Obediently you will fall to your knees.