Annete's Dance Session

Annette looked around the house. Empty. She smirked. Ever since she was caught belly dancing, she made sure she could do it in total privacy. She returned to her room, and wore her dance clothes. Poofy, nearly see through pants and a top. She kissed at the girl in the mirror who smiled at her. "I can't make fun of them for being geeks, but when I have a hobby, it's 'Laugh At Annette Day'. Real fair..." she ranted to nobody in particular.

The door closed with a hushed click. She locked it, and rushed over to draw the blinds. Her thong tugged slightly, as her supple rump fills her clothes well. No one could see her, as the maroon curtains combined with the sun made her room have a dusky red glow. She twirled back over to the large open spot between her bed and stereo. A thin finger pushed play on the CD player, as soothing Arabian sounding tunes emanated from all four corners.

She tapped her foot lightly, and smiled. Waving and flowing like a lava lamp, her slender form danced and moved to the primal song. A spin, a twirl, and then a belly roll....and as she completed the step, her belly did roll, bouncing out and larger. Annette looked like she had eaten a sizable lunch, and was dancing on...

Her motions were no slower nor faster. Her shoulders swayed and rocked as she shook her body, belly bulging larger and larger the more she gave it motion. It bounced again, and again, growing inches with the dance. Still, Annette's eyes remained shut, as she moved with the same grace as before.

Sporting a large, pregnant tummy, the music's tempo picked up. As it did, so did the blonde's speed. Silken twirls and rocking hips teased in the erotic dance. The crescendo continued, as she fell to her knees, starting a wave of belly rolls...each one launching her tummy out in a bounce, it landed bigger...and bigger...and bigger!

She rose up and twirled, belly seemingly in slow motion to the rest of her, as it bounced and grew with each motion of her sensual dance. The incense burned as the red room seemed to grow hazy. Time seemed to be dragging around her bulging, bouncing gut. And as quickly as it started, the dance ended. Annette was still in a pose, the motion perfect and still. Her hands slowly descended as her eyes fluttered open.

They pushed into and felt her middle. It was soft, squishing, hardly yielding. It hung with gravity, massively gravid orb that seemed to jiggle and bounce with little provoke. Catherine would be almost jealous of the monstrous middle. Annette was silent as she stared at it, hands running over and giving it a nice slow rub. She grinned a toothy smile, bemused and happy. "It's a good thing those two don't watch me dance...I'd never hear the end of it if they saw me do a REAL belly dance!" She laughed lightly and could hear the second track begin to play lightly...a saucy song. She slapped her belly lightly, making it bounce and jump, a coo emerging from her pursed lips.

"Time for the second dance..."