It was a fairly average day for us at the piercing place. I'd been at this new job for about six months, and even in a position where you earn your pay poking holes in people's bodies, things can get a little repetitive and mundane after that much time. Particularly when the people you work on always seem to be the same sort, which in my case was horny men. It stands to reason. One of the reasons they hired me was the fact I was likely to attract a lot of male customers. See, I like to dress in tight black leather, and I'm a pretty sexy lady, not to stroke my own ego too much. Flat stomach (I work out) good healthy curves, and a fair amount of my own piercings. A lot of guys come in, see me, and ask for a Prince Albert or some such, just to get to spend some time with me handling their junk. It's a living.

That's why it was a breath of fresh air when she walked in. It's no secret around the office that I'm more into girls than guys, and there was a lot of her to be into. Her breasts were out of this world, and barely squeezed into a cute little tanktop. Her butt and hips had some real meat on them, but were sculpted into a set of sumptuous curves that put every tasty scrap of flesh to excellent use. She had the tiniest bit of a muffin top, her exposed belly showing a bit of chub that only served to make her even more adorable. I was thrilled when she pointed in my direction.

"I want her," she said.

We went into the back room so I could get to work.

"What'll it be?" I asked.

"I want my belly button pierced. One of the ones through the bottom. And if you can, make sure you start it good and deep. I've got a nice little innie. I want to make sure we use it all," she said.

"You sure do have a cute little navel. We'll make sure we treat it right," I said, snapping my latex gloves as I slipped them on.

I swapped her belly button out with a little alcohol. This caused her to giggle and squirm cutely in the chair, and raised goosebumps up and down her skin. Then I stuck my finger inside to find a good spot to pierce.

"Remember, make sure you get it good and deep," she said.

I laughed. She only had the very beginnings of a tummy on her. From the size of her, she should barely have any depth to her navel at all, but I figured I'd make a show of it and give her a gentle probing so she'd be sure I "struck bottom," so to speak. So I shoved my finger into her belly, causing a deeper, more sultry giggle and some wiggling of her toes and clenching of her fingers. With a squeak, my gloved finger disappeared inside to the second knuckle.

"Whoa," I said. "That's... deeper than it looks."

"You can get deeper than that," she murmured sweetly.

Out of morbid curiosity, I gave another gentle shove and managed to work my whole finger inside. I curled the finger down, my finger sliding against the slightly slick flesh (people underestimate how sweaty the belly button can get, another wonderful little discovery piercing technicians get to make early in their career).

"Okay, that's plenty deep enough. I'm going to go get the--" I started to say.

"Deeper," she whined, grabbing my wrist and tugging.

There was a moment of resistance, then a wet pop and my whole latex-clad fist popped inside.

"Um, Miss? Listen, this is NOT normal, so let's just--"

It would seem she wasn't interested in conversation. She reached forward and grabbed the back of my head, hauling me forward and driving my arm into her navel clear up to my shoulder. My whole arm felt oddly comfy, like I'd driven it into a vat of warm bread dough, and feeling her press my face into the soft, smooth flesh of her midriff wasn't entirely unpleasant. This had rapidly shot from mundane to refreshing and then straight on through to surreal. Now it was bordering on dangerous. I tried to pull back, but she kept her grip on my head, so she just slid forward in her seat and both of us lost balance.

This turned out to be a miscalculation on my part, since when I went down, landing hard on my butt, she came down with me. The momentum of our falling bodies forced my head easily inside along with my arm. It was this point that I was treated to my first full whiff of the inside of her belly button. As previously stated, it was an oft-underestimated place for sweat to gather, and that usually meant it could smell downright funky. Such was not the case here. There was an undeniable scent to it, but it was... nice. It was a healthy, feminine smell. The kind of scent one tends to take on after the first fifteen minutes of what's destined to be an hours long session of love making. It brought back memories of a number of wonderful nights, and the way the flesh all around me pressed in and jiggled was quite nice as well... so nice that for a moment I forgot to pay attention to what was supposed to be an escape attempt.

Her momentum hadn't slowed when it hit my shoulders. As she continued to slide forward, I continued to slide in. My leather-clad breasts squished and popped into her, and from there it was a quick slide down until she was lying flat on the floor, and I had slipped in clear to my waist.

"Whoopsie Daisy," she said, giggling that adorable little giggle again.

When she talked, and especially when she laughed, her stomach muscles clenched and the fleshy embrace that was beginning to feel so comforting and soothing would become much tighter, spiking the increasingly pleasurable sensations and beginning to curl me forward a bit.

Panic got the better of me at this point, as the primal part of my mind forced its way past the womb-like comfort of my prison and demanded I do something to escape. There's a reason the primal part of the brain doesn't call the shots though. She'd managed to get up on all fours, lifting my butt off the ground, and said primal drive decided the best course of action was to try to stand up. I scrambled to bend my knees until my feet were under me, then straightened my legs. Predictably for the logical portion of my brain, but coming as a complete shock for the primal part, all this managed to do was force more of me inside. Before I knew it, my butt, thighs, and knees were all stuffed in there with the rest of me.

Okay, to be fair, that's not ALL standing up achieved. It also managed to cause her to lose her balance again. She flopped forward and *SLURP!* went my calves and shins. Now only my spike heeled boots were still in the outside world. The rest of me had curled up into a little ball. The moistness and closeness made it difficult to tell if I was still in some sort of disproportionate void within her navel, or else if it was still connected to her stomach somehow and I'd slipped into THAT. But one thing was for sure. I wasn't getting out on my own. And it was worrying how little I wanted to... It was nice. Like the best parts of a sauna, a hug, and a massage all rolled into one sexy-scented package.

I felt things tip a bit and I reasoned she must have stood up.

"See?" she said. "I told you. Now... just a LITTLE bit deeper..."

Distantly I could feel the muted sensation of a palm pressing to the bottom of each of my wriggling boots. She giggled again, causing my world to get just that much snugger for a second, and then...

*SQUEAK* *POP*

That was it. I was inside. Completely inside that cute young woman's belly button... I felt my prison jiggle and shake as she walked, and heard the muffled sound of her explaining she'd gotten cold feet and changed her mind about the piercing. Considering my boss didn't freak out about what should have been a me-sized form squirming (somewhat happily) in her midsection, I'm guessing I didn't make for much of a bulge (somehow). Once she was clear of the shop, I could hear her start talking to me.

"Sorry about the lack of warning, but you've got SUCH a cute outfit, and I love your piercings. I just had to take you home to my sister to show her. She's always looking for some new fashion ideas..."

My panic eased somewhat, as at least there was the indication she'd let me out. Once that concern was put to rest, that pesky primal mind perked back up, this time suggesting, as long as I was tucked away inside a lovely lady and wrapped in her silky, moist flesh, I might as well put my hands to good use... I squirmed until I could work my fingers down the front of my pants, took a deep breath of the sexy musk, and began to dream about what OTHER fun places this special lady might be able to stick me...