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A request from nameless-phantom ( nameless-phantom.deviantart.co…) of their OC, Lalita, the vore belly dancer, giving Erin a show. I've got a story with it too, which I will be putting here instead of its own doc because my computer's weird and makes me go through extra steps. Obviously it's a simple story, short and to-the-point, but I do appreciate feedback.

Erin found himself in a remote town after a long trek through a hot desert. The oasis it surrounded provided ample escape from the heat just outside of town.

Apparently there was some form of celebration going on as the streets were filled with people in extravagant costumes, music filled the air, and platters of food lined the buildings. Erin had just ordered fried...something on a stick when he saw a peculiar sight. Just outside a small hut at the end of the street was a table covered with what seemed like enough food for six people, maybe more, yet only one person ate at it while everyone else gave the table a wide berth.

The girl at the table looked to be in her late teens, her skin was tanned and her hair was bright red. Erin noticed almost immediately that she must’ve been a dancer, for her only form of clothing was a yellow bikini with see-through silk.

I’ve heard stories about desert dancers, Erin thought to himself, I should talk to her.

As Erin got closer, he realized that she wasn’t merely eating the food, she was devouring it. She greedily grabbed handfuls of food and shoving them into her face, uncaring of the mess she was making around her. She was so engrossed in feeding that she hadn’t noticed Erin next to her.

“Excuse me, miss?” He asked, shyly.

The girl immediately stopped eating and turned to look at him, her cheeks puffed large and sauce dripping from her lips. She looked surprised to see him, but surprised in a happy way.

“Oh sowa, di wa sa.” she said, Erin offered only a confused glance in response. She tipped her head back and gulped, the enormous bulge in her cheeks descending down her neck. She then smiled as she gestured to the food, “Sorry, did you want some?”

“No, I’m good,” Erin said, pointing to his own snack.

“Well then what do you want? I have to finish this entire table before my show tonight, and I haven’t even found a...” she trailed off for a moment before her eyes brightened, “you know what? Never mind, take as long as you like.”

“Well, you see, I’m a traveling researcher,” Erin replied, “and I’ve heard stories of a troupe of belly dancers in these parts who have...’exotic’ techniques, might you be one of them?”

“Maybe,” she replied as he was looking him over.

“If you don’t mind, can I ask you some questions about your techniques? I’m sure they’ve very interesting.”

“Our ‘techniques’ can be...difficult to explain, it’d be easier if you just saw our show tonight,” then, her eyes lit up even brighter, “actually, my home’s right here and I have some time to kill before show prep, maybe I can...give you a demonstration?”

“That’d be terrific,” Erin replied, “thank you.”

“Great, but first, let me finish my lunch, it’s vital for my performance.”

As she began snarfing down her food again, Erin pulled out a piece of parchment and began hurridly taking notes.
———

“I’m Lalita, by the way,” the girl said as she led Erin into her house, “anyway, take a seat and get ready for a show.”

As Erin fumbled for a seat, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her now huge, bulging stomach, jiggling and sloshing as she walked, the gurgles of digestion filling the room. Then he saw that Lalita had noticed his staring, he blushed and looked away.

“Oh don’t be shy, Erin,” she assured, “I wouldn’t have eaten all that food if I didn’t want you to look at it. Now, just sit tight and watch closely.”

Erin sat, pen and paper in hand, and observed as Lalita leaned back, out stretching her arms. An orb of fire materialized above each palm, then the flames began encircling her as if they had a mind of their own. They illuminated the hut and brought with them the comforting warmth of a cozy fireplace. Not even when they got close to Erin did it feel uncomfortable.

Then, Lalita began swaying her hips and moving her entire body in a wavelike fashion. As she did this, her stomach went along for the ride. Her bloated belly shook and jiggled, the splashing and sloshing of its contents sounded as if they had a rhythm on their own, the loud groans and gurgles sounding out at random intervals. It was as if the food inside her was making its own song for her.

As she danced, the flames continued circling around her, illuminating her body to the point where she almost looked like she was glowing. The firelight only further emphasized her jiggling belly which moved as if it had a mind of its own, dancing along with Lalita in perfect harmony. Erin was wholly captivated by the performance, he found it difficult to concentrate on anything but her, in fact he found it difficult just to take his eyes off of her.

The researcher in the back of his mind told him there were questions he felt like he should be asking. How could her stomach grow so large in the first place? How was she able to dance so elegantly without losing her balance or making herself sick? Where did she learn the fire magic? Yet, watching her dance melted those thoughts away. He didn’t care about his research right now, he just wanted to watch her.

Lalita ended her dance after what only felt like moments, but a glance of the dimming skies outside indicated that it had been a while. Erin thanked her for the show, uncaring that his notes were uncharacteristically thin.

“Thank you for the show, Lalita. I’ll get going, I don’t want to keep you-“

Before Erin could take a step away from the stool, Lalita placed a hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him back in his seat, “No Rush, Erin. In fact, why don’t you stay? I have a proposition for you.”

“Go ahead.” He replied, nervously.

“Obviously you’ve enjoyed what I showed you, but there’s a whole...other side to my dancing you haven’t seen yet, but I’m sure you’d find interesting. I’d be happy to show you if you come to my show tonight. In fact, why don’t I bring you up on stage with me?”

Erin blushed, “I don’t know, I’m a terrible dancer. I...”

He trailed off as Lalita leaned in closer, her face inches from his, her stomach pressing into his knees as it let out another loud gurgle.

“Trust me, dear,” she said, her warm, sweet-smelling breath flowing from her lips, “I’ll be dancing for the both of us.”

As she licked her lips and Erin immediately knew what she meant. He recognized the look in her eyes, as he had seen it many times before and knew what would come after it. Despite his better judgement, he couldn’t help himself. She was so pretty, her belly was so pretty, and he wanted to be close to her, to help her in whatever way he could.

“Alright then,” he said, “I’ll happily join your performance.”

Lalita smiled and kissed Erin on the cheek before pulling back and opening her mouth wide. No sooner had she done that did Erin lurch forward, practically diving headfirst down her throat.

———

Lalita let out a relieved sigh and a small burp as she patted her belly, now having grown twice in size due to its new passenger. Despite her bloated figure, the weight of her stomach was of no hindrance to her balance or ability to walk, much less dance.

“I appreciate your volunteering, Erin,” Lalita told her belly, hearing only gurgling and Erin’s muffled voice in response, “sit tight, we’ve got a long night ahead of us.”

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A request from nameless-phantom ( nameless-phantom.deviantart.co…) of their OC, Lalita, the vore belly dancer, giving Erin a show. I've got a story with it too, which I will be putting here instead of its own doc because my computer's weird and makes me go through extra steps. Obviously it's a simple story, short and to-the-point, but I do appreciate feedback.

Erin found himself in a remote town after a long trek through a hot desert. The oasis it surrounded provided ample escape from the heat just outside of town.

Apparently there was some form of celebration going on as the streets were filled with people in extravagant costumes, music filled the air, and platters of food lined the buildings. Erin had just ordered fried...something on a stick when he saw a peculiar sight. Just outside a small hut at the end of the street was a table covered with what seemed like enough food for six people, maybe more, yet only one person ate at it while everyone else gave the table a wide berth.

The girl at the table looked to be in her late teens, her skin was tanned and her hair was bright red. Erin noticed almost immediately that she must’ve been a dancer, for her only form of clothing was a yellow bikini with see-through silk.

I’ve heard stories about desert dancers, Erin thought to himself, I should talk to her.

As Erin got closer, he realized that she wasn’t merely eating the food, she was devouring it. She greedily grabbed handfuls of food and shoving them into her face, uncaring of the mess she was making around her. She was so engrossed in feeding that she hadn’t noticed Erin next to her.

“Excuse me, miss?” He asked, shyly.

The girl immediately stopped eating and turned to look at him, her cheeks puffed large and sauce dripping from her lips. She looked surprised to see him, but surprised in a happy way.

“Oh sowa, di wa sa.” she said, Erin offered only a confused glance in response. She tipped her head back and gulped, the enormous bulge in her cheeks descending down her neck. She then smiled as she gestured to the food, “Sorry, did you want some?”

“No, I’m good,” Erin said, pointing to his own snack.

“Well then what do you want? I have to finish this entire table before my show tonight, and I haven’t even found a...” she trailed off for a moment before her eyes brightened, “you know what? Never mind, take as long as you like.”

“Well, you see, I’m a traveling researcher,” Erin replied, “and I’ve heard stories of a troupe of belly dancers in these parts who have...’exotic’ techniques, might you be one of them?”

“Maybe,” she replied as he was looking him over.

“If you don’t mind, can I ask you some questions about your techniques? I’m sure they’ve very interesting.”

“Our ‘techniques’ can be...difficult to explain, it’d be easier if you just saw our show tonight,” then, her eyes lit up even brighter, “actually, my home’s right here and I have some time to kill before show prep, maybe I can...give you a demonstration?”

“That’d be terrific,” Erin replied, “thank you.”

“Great, but first, let me finish my lunch, it’s vital for my performance.”

As she began snarfing down her food again, Erin pulled out a piece of parchment and began hurridly taking notes.
———

“I’m Lalita, by the way,” the girl said as she led Erin into her house, “anyway, take a seat and get ready for a show.”

As Erin fumbled for a seat, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her now huge, bulging stomach, jiggling and sloshing as she walked, the gurgles of digestion filling the room. Then he saw that Lalita had noticed his staring, he blushed and looked away.

“Oh don’t be shy, Erin,” she assured, “I wouldn’t have eaten all that food if I didn’t want you to look at it. Now, just sit tight and watch closely.”

Erin sat, pen and paper in hand, and observed as Lalita leaned back, out stretching her arms. An orb of fire materialized above each palm, then the flames began encircling her as if they had a mind of their own. They illuminated the hut and brought with them the comforting warmth of a cozy fireplace. Not even when they got close to Erin did it feel uncomfortable.

Then, Lalita began swaying her hips and moving her entire body in a wavelike fashion. As she did this, her stomach went along for the ride. Her bloated belly shook and jiggled, the splashing and sloshing of its contents sounded as if they had a rhythm on their own, the loud groans and gurgles sounding out at random intervals. It was as if the food inside her was making its own song for her.

As she danced, the flames continued circling around her, illuminating her body to the point where she almost looked like she was glowing. The firelight only further emphasized her jiggling belly which moved as if it had a mind of its own, dancing along with Lalita in perfect harmony. Erin was wholly captivated by the performance, he found it difficult to concentrate on anything but her, in fact he found it difficult just to take his eyes off of her.

The researcher in the back of his mind told him there were questions he felt like he should be asking. How could her stomach grow so large in the first place? How was she able to dance so elegantly without losing her balance or making herself sick? Where did she learn the fire magic? Yet, watching her dance melted those thoughts away. He didn’t care about his research right now, he just wanted to watch her.

Lalita ended her dance after what only felt like moments, but a glance of the dimming skies outside indicated that it had been a while. Erin thanked her for the show, uncaring that his notes were uncharacteristically thin.

“Thank you for the show, Lalita. I’ll get going, I don’t want to keep you-“

Before Erin could take a step away from the stool, Lalita placed a hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him back in his seat, “No Rush, Erin. In fact, why don’t you stay? I have a proposition for you.”

“Go ahead.” He replied, nervously.

“Obviously you’ve enjoyed what I showed you, but there’s a whole...other side to my dancing you haven’t seen yet, but I’m sure you’d find interesting. I’d be happy to show you if you come to my show tonight. In fact, why don’t I bring you up on stage with me?”

Erin blushed, “I don’t know, I’m a terrible dancer. I...”

He trailed off as Lalita leaned in closer, her face inches from his, her stomach pressing into his knees as it let out another loud gurgle.

“Trust me, dear,” she said, her warm, sweet-smelling breath flowing from her lips, “I’ll be dancing for the both of us.”

As she licked her lips and Erin immediately knew what she meant. He recognized the look in her eyes, as he had seen it many times before and knew what would come after it. Despite his better judgement, he couldn’t help himself. She was so pretty, her belly was so pretty, and he wanted to be close to her, to help her in whatever way he could.

“Alright then,” he said, “I’ll happily join your performance.”

Lalita smiled and kissed Erin on the cheek before pulling back and opening her mouth wide. No sooner had she done that did Erin lurch forward, practically diving headfirst down her throat.

———

Lalita let out a relieved sigh and a small burp as she patted her belly, now having grown twice in size due to its new passenger. Despite her bloated figure, the weight of her stomach was of no hindrance to her balance or ability to walk, much less dance.

“I appreciate your volunteering, Erin,” Lalita told her belly, hearing only gurgling and Erin’s muffled voice in response, “sit tight, we’ve got a long night ahead of us.”