I am in sports attire because you are leading me through an abs workout. My abs are already quite strong and defined as I perform the exercises you've assigned me. They contract and stretch alternately, and you can see that my abs are super powerful. However, you have in mind a test that will push my abs to their limits... and then push them beyond the edge. I don't know what you have planned, which is why I'm caught off guard when it turns out that your ab test involves hitting my stomach with your fist. At first, I willingly engage in your game, but soon the punches to my already worked abdomen become stronger and stronger. I feel my sturdy abs giving way, and my stomach starts to ache. Each blow is agony. Yet, to my surprise, I discover that I'm enjoying this pain and suffering. Every penetrating punch that cuts through my stomach brings me pleasure. Pain and pleasure are mixed, and I beg you not to stop. I want your fists to delve deep into my stomach. To utterly destroy my belly.