The weird way the neighbor woman held me
When I was a boy there was a woman next door. Sometimes I visited her and watched TV with her. This woman was 40ish, and she didn't have any kids. So it worked out well for everyone. She enjoyed having me around, and my mom knew I was with this woman. In fact my mom often asked this woman to babysit me.
But here's the thing. This neighbor woman would hold me on her lap while we were watching TV. And this woman always held me abnormally tight.
She would hold me with her large firm hands clasped over my stomach. And her hands would be sunk back into the soft of my stomach more than an inch deep. She would be holding my stomach in farther than I could've caved it in if I sucked in my gut.
I liked getting held this way. So I sat on this woman's lap a lot.
And if I squirmed around, I would suddenly find that now she was holding my stomach in even tighter than before. And then she would keep her hands ratcheted back into my stomach that tight. So sometimes I squirmed around on her lap on purpose, just to get her to hold me tighter.
One day while she was holding me extra tight like this, I came right out and asked her to hold my stomach in even tighter, "just as tight as you can!" Suddenly I found my stomach held in tighter than ever.
"You mean like that?"
"No, even tighter!" My stomach was suddenly cinched in even tighter yet.
"Is that tight enough?"
"No, even TIGHTER, just as TIGHT as you can!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, just as TIGHT as you CAN!!!"
She chuckled. "Ok, you asked for it..." Suddenly I found my stomach wrenched back in so inhumanly ultra-tight that it felt like white-hot arc welding in the pit of my stomach. She was holding my stomach in so horrifically tight that it felt like she was about to break me in half. And she kept on holding me that tight while we watched TV. And I just loved it!
From then on this neighbor woman always held me SUPER tight like that. I didn't even have to ask her. Any time I sat on her lap I would find her large smooth work-hardened hands automatically constricted back into my stomach all the way, just as absolutely tight as it could get.
This went on whenever this woman and I were alone together. Looking back, I sometimes wonder what was going on between us anyhow.