Tom Jakes was a man all women who knew him made sure to avoid. The man of 60 lived in a small secluded house that was so old and poorly cared for, people who saw it frequently wouldn’t be surprised to see it collapse any time soon. The man’s wrinkled skin was the color of raw meat and it was pale enough to make his veins visible. His aged face featured droopy eyes and he had gray whitening hair that was lengthened to his upper back and was balding at the crown. Tom always kept a collection of knives of almost every type. He admired his collection as he used the knives for one purpose. Stab women. His targets were women, particularly with large stomachs that made them appear as pregnant. For as long as he could remember, he had always had an erection to the dream of one point in his life where he would younger females with distended abdomens and stab into their plump bellies. Now, that fantasy was finally coming to a reality.
His first victim was Marisa, about 20 years of age. She was quite thin for Tom’s taste but her pregnant-looking belly made up for it. Marisa had a dark brown complexion, long back-length straight hair with bangs that hid her forehead. The old White man had Marisa tied to an old mattress bed and the fateful event took place in his basement. With her legs spread wide apart, her ankles were bound down by rope to the bottom corners and her wrists were bound together above her head, securely bound by another rope on the headboard, nullifying her chances of escape. All Marisa wore was an A-line t-shirt with thick shoulder straps, a black bra that was visible underneath, and a pair of white panties. Marisa feared what the man would do to her as he approached her with an 8” knife that featured a brown wooden blade with three smooth silver rivets on each side. The blade was clean, shiny, silver with a sharpened blade and tip. Tom just loved Marisa’s belly, that being why he chose her to seduce, lure in, and trap. Her belly looked perfect for stabbing. Marisa’s fingers fumbled around the large ball of a knot, trying desperately to untie it, but she knew it was no use and there was no escape. The doughy, brown-skinned, dome-shaped bulge prominently aimed toward the ceiling and her shirt did next to nothing to hide her navel that was just a horizontal slit. The man rose her shirt to expose Marisa’s belly completely. Marisa’s heart skipped a few beats, a worrisome look clouding her face when a devilish look of evil clouded the old White man’s face. First he cut both sides of her panties and removed them to reveal her pubic mound that was blanketed with a sheet of black pubic hair. Marisa was embarrassed and uncomfortable.
“What are you gonna do to me?” asked Marisa in a weak timid voice, revealing her quite-obvious fear. “Good thing you asked. I have to explain what is about to happen,” said Tom plainly, holding his knife in a hand. “I am going to stab into your beautiful succulent belly. I want the flesh of your belly on my knife.” Scared out of her wits, she fought to escape the ropes but it was no use. “Don’t bother,” Tom added. “I tightly tied the ropes, securely so that you won’t escape being stabbing in your lower abdomen. I have to stab in your lower tummy.”
She felt Tom’s old and wrinkled hands pressing into her belly and they felt rather cold against her warm skin. One hand kneaded into her lower belly, between her navel and her naked pubic mound and the fingers of his other hand pressed into the center of her stomach, the fingers bordering her horizontal slit of a navel. Her dome-like mound of a belly was soft, so his fingers went down past their second knuckles. When he released the hands from her stomach, it jutted out, quivering just a bit. He then picked up his knife. From his pocket, he pulled out a handkerchief and stuffed it deep into her mouth to prevent her from screaming for help. Tom poked the tip of his blade into her lower belly, right in the middle of her fine dark line. It was the exact position where he wanted to stab. After pulling his knife back, Tom thrust his knife vertically into Marisa’s lower belly, his blade in the same direction of her line and her blood leaping out. Marisa’s belly was so soft that the knife blade found its easy way into her lower tummy. Every millimeter of his metal blade was buried into the girl’s tummy, the skin touching the surface of the wooden handle. Marisa’s blood oozed from her lower tummy and trickled down to her nude pubic area, settling into baby-blue fabric of the mattress beneath her body. Marisa’s eyes shot wider and she struggled to move, even breath as his cold metal was now into her stomach. She tried to scream but could not. Tom developed an erection in his pants as he was given great pleasure by his victim being stabbed in her belly. He pulled the knife from her belly. It came out much easier than it had entered. Tom looked intently at his knife blade, fascinated by the blood that covered it, knowing that it was the blood of his victim’s belly. He gave a dying Marisa a sly grin before walking off, leaving her to die slowly.
It was a bit past 1am the following night. Tom, clad in a black old-style top hat, and a ankle-length overcoat was lurking the New Jersey streets, looking for another potbellied-victim. That’s until he stumbled upon another young woman, innocently walking down the street carrying the strap of her purse over her shoulder. Her big fat belly swayed from left to right with each step. Tom, eyeing her, came from the foggy alleyway and secretly followed her. The young woman seemed pretty confident that she managed to get herself to her apartment at this late time of night. Little did she know however that a man was following her. Tom secretly followed the woman to her 423 apartment as the woman forgot to lock the door behind her all the way. This would be her last mistake. Tom entered into her apartment and hid. The woman removed her brown dress shirt. She bent over as she slid her fingers through the waistband of her panties, shimmying to slide them down to her ankles. Lastly, she removed her bra, letting her firm breasts swing from the freeness before stepping into the warm relaxing current of water. The man carefully walked though her apartment, cautious not to make a sound as he advanced to the bathroom. Tom tried the knob of the bathroom door which was, luckily for him, unlocked. Inside, he saw the silhouette of the thickly-framed female inside the shower cabin through the curtain. As he crept into the young woman’s bathroom, he was greeted by a warm cloud of steam that helped the thickness of his coat increase his body temperature. He had no problem walking through the steam until reaching the closed curtain. He stood there, knife drawn and ready to attack. His eyes locked on the flabby belly fat. The silhouette showed a side display of her as she combed her hands through her wet hair. The silent intruder was waiting for her to open the curtain so he could stab her. But it took too long and Tom just could not wait any longer to attack. Then, he pushed the curtain aside and the young curvaceous woman looked at her elderly intruder. Frightened, and startled as ever, she let out a high-pitched girly scream. Tom reacted to her fear by jerking his knife quickly into her lower belly, between the navel and her naked pubic mound, causing her to let out a grumble and dub forward. The girl’s eyes slammed shut with a cringing face as she clutched her chubby arms around her bloody stomach. She descended to the floor of the bathtub and fell to her side, dying in the shower as blood streamed from her belly into the drain, swimming with the still-flowing shower water. That was the next victim he left to die.
As he exited into the corridor, Tom could hear Adrianna speaking from down in the community lounge down the corridor, her Latino roots visible in her accent and skin complexion. She was on the phone with her friend and neighbor Marcia. She was making arrangements to meet up at the gym but Adrianna said that she had to cancel because she needed to go to therapy. After she hung up the phone, Tom entered. Adrianna was filled with fear as she didn’t know this man and he was very creepy. He took out his knife and she was scared even more. Tom pointed the knife at her stomach. Adrianna gently rubbed around her belly as the man’s knife neared it. He threatened to show him her belly before he rips her guts out. Scared, Adrianna rolled up the hem of her dress to show the man her stomach. It was big and round just as Tom liked and there was a fold from her navel down. Tom held the point of his knife to the fold on her underbelly. Adrianna felt the sharp stabbing pain in her lower tummy. It hurt no less than a needle sticking into her belly. Blood was already coming through. “Ow,” she whimpered. “Please don’t stick me. That hurts!” Tom could read the pain on her face. He liked it.
“Why the face, girl?” asked Tom deviously. “I was just skeered,” whined Adrianna as she softly patted and stroked her round potbelly in round circles. “Of what?” Tom asked in a stern sinister tone. “That that knife is gonna go into mah stummik.” “Oh, this knife is going into your belly,” “You gonna put that knife into mah stummik?” She jiggled her belly fat. “Why? What do you want?” Adrianna asked, wanting nothing more than for this to end.“I wanna see what your liver and intestines look like!” Tom replied before he locked his arm against the girl’s neck. Before she had time to defend herself, he plunged his blade into her lower belly. After holding it there for a second, he ejected his knife and stabbed into her upper belly, twice under both breasts, and then one final time into her navel before he released his arm from her neck, letting her fall down to her death. Adrianna’s eyes were closed as her motionless body lied there, her stabbed belly covered in blood. Tom looked at his bloody knife and another sinister idea flooded his mind. He squatted over the victim’s body and cut open the girl’s stomach, slicing from the midpoint between her breasts down to her sternum. Then he spread apart her skin to take a look at her insides. His eyes were blessed with the view of her internal organs; her liver, intestines, blood, her main stomach organ and her other insides.
Late the next afternoon, Marcia was coming home from the gym one afternoon. Working and exercising to get rid of the unwanted meat on her belly, she felt muggy and decided to go for a shower. Marcia relaxed under the warm current of water. It felt so good to her. There was a knock at her door. Marcia, interrupted, turned off the shower water to put on her robe. Marcia started at it as she tied the waist belt around her belly. “Who is it?” she answered. The knocker knew giving his real identity would not allow him entry. “It’s the state police,” he lied. Marcia’s face was filled with a combination of worry and confusion as she undid the locks of her front door and opened it. The person on the other side surely wasn’t a policeman. He wasn’t an undercover cop either. It was Tom. Marcia froze. She was astounded and intimidated as he gave her an evil smile. Tom then quickly drew his knife. Marcia looked at it with fear before looking up at the dangerous old man. “I’m gonna put this knife into your belly,” he said darkly, walking into her apartment. “One wrong move and you can could on your intestines being spilled out.” Scared, she quickly raced for the kitchen but Tom pursued her swiftly and Marcia knew he was going to get her any way. Marcia rubbed the roundness of her belly, right through her robe, knowing Tom’s knife was going to get inserted in it. Marcia slowly stepped back in intimidation. In the same pace, Tom followed as he span his knife vertically in his hands. “Please,” Marcia cowardly whimpered. “Please don’t hurt me, Tom. What do you want? Just tell me what you want.” “Oh, I’ll tell you what I want!” Tom said smartly as a devilish smile formed on his face before he grunted his question in his creepy stern voice. “Where… is Tiffany Greene?” “I’m sorry, Tom,” Marcia said somberly. “I don’t know where! All I know is that she’s on vacation right now, but my only guess is that she and her friend went to the Greenfield Park on the other side of town!” Tom knew the information provided would help. He also knew he wanted his knife into Marcia’s stomach as he creepily approached her. He flicked his knife in his hand again in the same vertical direction. It frightened Marcia out of her mind as her body was fully against the kitchen counter and she could go no further. She couldn’t run. She was trapped and clean of options.“Sorry, I’m not satisfied,” were Tom’s final words before he sent the blade of his knife into his favorite attack spot, below the navel of her swollen belly.
The instant Marcia felt the cold metal blade shove all the way into her pregnant-looking belly, her eyes widened, she slowly arched forward, wrapped her hand around the handle of his knife, and took a couple of steps sideways in front of the sink. Marcia’s head steadily rose and she took one last good look at her attacker. She tried to scream but lost her breath and voice. With his victim still on her feet, Tom yanked the blade from the bottom of her belly. The mid-section of Marcia’s robe was smeared in her blood that also trickled down her smooth slick legs. Marcia’s arms now clutched her bloody stomach as she descended to the floor, her lips and eyes all closed. Marcia’s legs were spread and her pubic mound was coated in a light sheet of dark brown pubic hair.
Tom watched in fascination as the crimson flesh leaked from her belly wound, staining her light-colored robe and spilling onto the kitchen floor beneath her body. Tom turned away from the unconscious body as he took a close look in fascination at his knife blade that was now smeared in Marcia’s blood. Before he made a walk-out from the woman’s apartment, Tom cleaned the blood from his knife using the inside of his brown overcoat.
Tom got into his pick-up truck; a huge metal binding board attached over the trunk, and drove over to the woods. Tiffany spent her vacation here to look for his last victim, Tiffany. Tiffany was dressed in a one-piece swimsuit and a pair of sandals. What a lovely day, she though. And a lovely day it was, until a man’s hand grabbed her on the lips and snatched her away.
“Scream,” he grumbled in her ear, his knife point against her side, ready to kill her at will. “And you DIE!” Then he took her away with his hand toughly locked over her mouth. He tied her down to the metal binding board with her limbs spread. With her body in star-form, her pregnant-looking belly prominently aimed for the sky. Tom went to his pick-up truck and got out a thin steal spear that featured a long sharpened point. He also got a roll of duct tape to tape and girl’s mouth shut. Then, Tom picked up his spear. Fear was the only emotion programed into Tiffany, knowing that she was about to be stabbed. He squatted over her and felt around her belly.
“Let’s see where should I stab?” he wondered aloud as he pressed into her soft rounded protruding belly. His hands probed around her lower belly until he made his decision. He picked up his spear and poked it into her lower belly. He lifted it from her belly and sunk it into her, just centimeters away from her pubic mound. Blood splashed from her belly as Tom’s spear went through, staining the lower abdominal region of her bathing suit. Tiffany’s eyes shot open as she felt his cold spear cutting inside her stomach. He twisted his spear roughly into her gut and walked away, leaving his metal spear into her stomach, leaving the girl to die in peace.