I awoke in darkness, or what I thought was darkness, until my eyes finally adjusted to the dim lighting through the disorienting headache.
Looking around, I quickly realize the source of my headache; I was bound, arms at my sides, upside-down from the ceiling, by what I can only assume is some kind of spell.
Not only that, but there are four other bound women of similar builds to myself, about 5'8 and a bit chunky, and we all appear to be nude.
Of course I panicked for a while, then at that point also realizing I had been silenced by magic. After continuing to hang for a time I calmed down and attempted to think logically.
"Where am I?" "What's going on?" "When and why did I even get captured?" Being an apprentice mage myself, I could teleport a short distance away, were my hands free, but I seem to be bound far too tightly.
I spent a while longer trying to make out any details in the room, but it was just too dark to really tell what was going on.
 
Finally, a noise; a grinding of gears.
Spotlights illuminate below myself and the other captives on what appears to be a stage; one that seems to be prepared for some kind of dance performance.
In front of the stage, where the seats would have been in a regular theater, opens a large hole where a huge, ornate lounge chair rises up through the floor.
Upon the chair, sits a powerful-looking man. Short cut hair with a clean shave, imposing eyes that could charm anyone. Upon his broad shoulders he wore an ornate cloak
adorned with faintly glowing runes. He also seems to posses several enchanted rings and amulets, and wore oddly-baggy pants...
He speaks aloud in a commanding tone, "Let the festivities begin!". Accompanied by a snap of his fingers with a spark of blue magic.
 
The stage curtains open to reveal a woman clad in a blue and gold bellydancer outfit. Using a basic eagle-eye spell I get a good look at her. She's 5'10 and shapely, her outfit left nothing to the imagination.
Her breasts and butt were quite large for her weight, considering her stomach looked quite trim and toned without being overly muscular. Her hair is a deep blue in a short,
somewhat messy style that falls below her ears. Her golden eyes and plump lips are captivating; with a look that could draw you in and take whatever she wants.
 
As she walks towards center stage, a sort of arabian-style music begins to play.
The dancer stops center stage, "Enjoy the show, Master", she says in a sensual voice, smooth as the silk she wore, before winking at the man and then beginning to dance.
She starts slow, rhythmically, flowing with the music. Soon the music picks up, and her dancing intensifies; her outfit barely containing the bouncing of her large breasts, and the shaking of her thicc rear.
A thin layer of sweat has built up, adding a dazzling shine to her skin. Despite myself, and my position, I can't help becoming almost hypnotized by her beauty and movements.
 
All this time that I've been enthralled by the dancer and her mysterious watcher, the other captives have been struggling to attempt to break free of their seemingly-magical chains, but to no avail.
After a time, the man snaps his fingers once more, with the same accompanying blue sparks. The music in the hall slows down, as one of the other four captives begins to slowly descend towards the stage.
"Well, it seems I was correct about how we're bound to the ceiling, at least", think to myself. The woman stops descending just above the dancer, within arms reach.
The dancer removes her veil, fully revealing her face. She looks up towards the floating captive and says "Mmm, now the REAL fun begins!"
"Real' fun?" "What did she mean by that?" "Why is the captive now on stage?" My mind was wracked with so many questions that would soon be answered in a way I would never expect.
 
The music speeds up again as the dancer reaches up and grabs the captive by the shoulders, dragging her down and swallowing her head in one gulp.
"MY WORD!" I thought immediately, as I watch a nearly perfectly choreographed consumption of a person, whole, by another person; the dancer's swallows perfectly in sync with the beat of the music.
Her throat bulges out greatly as the captive's head begins sliding down. Soon she would swallow the shoulders, and began quickly consuming the rest of her.
The dancer's top stretches and tears, but remains mostly in-tact, as her chest stretches around her large meal.
 
"How is this happening?" "How can she swallow a whole person?!" I'm as terrified as I am fascinated.
The other captives and I began to struggle more furiously as we realized why we were here: We were just food for some dancer and her mysterious master.
I quickly recall why it was that I had already given up stuggling; the magic is just too strong. With my meager training it seems very likely that escaping from this bind is impossible.
"Wait.. there are five of us here." "Surely she can't consume ALL of us at once?" I think to myself, and look back at the captives. Setting aside the futility, at this point my curiousty is piqued.
"I appear to be last on the line-up.. or menu, so I guess I get to enjoy the show as well, until the end."
 
The dancer moans a bit as she swallows the captive's butt; clearly enjoying the stretching of her stomach, which had already bulged out a great deal as the captive settled in to her new, fleshy prison.
"I see the belly dancer outfit was stylish AND functional", I muse as the dancer's gut continues to grow.
Finally, she reaches maximum size as the captive's feet slide down the dancer's throat and rejoin the rest of her inside the stomach.
She pats her large belly, replaces her veil, and belches lightly. The "Master" begins to applaud the dancer, and she gives a light bow.
Interestingly enough, the huge belly is not sagging; the dancer appears to have powerful abs, no doubt from having supported the weight of past meals.
 
The man snaps again, and the music slowly returns. Despite her large stomach, the dancer isn't missing a beat; the weight appears to hardly be affecting her at all.
She flows beautifully with the music once again, her moves precise as ever, all while her belly sways back and forth.. up and down.. almost as if it weren't even there.
Oddly, I now find myself more easily hypnotized by the show; even more fascinated than before. "Surely some magic is a work here?" "The dancer can't really be human... could she?"
"Perhaps this is an illusion. A dream?" "So many questions..."
 
Another snap of the fingers from the "Master"; the music slows once again. "Could this be round two?" The dancer's rhythm slows as the second captive floats down towards the stage.
The dancer seems slightly winded; either the weight of her belly is getting to her, or she's a bit tired from the dancing itself. It's hard to really be sure of anything at this point.
Removing her veil once again, she looks up at the captive and licks her lips. "Time for the second course!" she says before reaching up for the woman, and quickly dragging her down like the first.
Expertly swallowing to the beat of the music once again, her chest stretches to accommodate her meal.
However, this time her top can't sustain the strain and bursts, falling away, revealing her large breasts in all their nude glory.
The "Master" whistles at the sight of this, causing the dancer to blush and pause for a moment before continuing her meal.
Larger and larger her already huge belly grows as more and more of her second big meal enters her stomach, until the woman finally settles down on top of the first within the dancer's enormous stomach;
the waist of her outfit's bottoms tearing with her increasing waistline. She replaces her veil and moans with pleasure; grabbing and beginning to lightly grope her breasts before the Master applauds her again.
She gives another light, albiet much more difficult, bow before returning attention to her chest. "Why does she seem so turned-on?" "Is being so bloated really THAT pleasurable?"
 
Another snap, and the music begins yet again. Only, this time, something was a bit off; the dancer still seemed very hot and bothered.
She was still attempting to dance to the beat, but couldn't keep her hands off herself; constantly groping, rubbing or smacking her belly or breasts.
Amazingly, even with two occupants, the dancer could still support her belly with her abs, but it seemed very strained and difficult.
I notice an apparent "wetness" in the crotch of her outfit. "Is that...?" "Is she really THAT hot?" Then I noticed, looking over at the "Master", a "beast" lurked in those overly-baggy pants.
"Is he also that in to this?" "What manner of world have I been dragged in to?!" A hungry one, it would seem; one I didn't expect to end up leaving as anything other than a dessert.
 
Yet another snap, and the third captive floats towards the stage. The dancer immediately stops, removes and tosses her veil aside, and looks up.
"Surely she's not actually going to eat another captive?" "She's already so big, won't her stomach burst?" I wonder as I look on in awe.
"Another! Yes, bring her to me!" the dancer says. She seems oddly hungrier than even before she consumed her first meal. "I guess dancing really works up an appetite..."
After what must have felt like an eternity for the dancer, the captive is within arms reach, and is quickly grabbed and consumed.
The dancer seems to have abandoned any care for the music or dancing, and is just ravenously devouring the third captive. Her large breasts bounce and jiggle as her chest stretches around the meal.
Bigger and bigger and bigger, again her belly grows as she swallows inch after apparently-delicious inch of the woman. The dancer's moans of delight are loud and frequent, with a look of pure ecstasy on her face.
Finally, she finishes her third meal with an audible gulp and a loud belch. She moans again loudly and returns to groping herself, not even noticing her outfit's waist had snapped, the bottoms falling away from her swollen middle.
This new weight was too much for her abs; her now-massive belly settling on the floor in front of her, finally grounding the bloated dancer.
"Well, I don't think she'll be dancing anymore; but what now?" "What's next for myself and the other captive?" Noticable gurgles can be heard as she rubs her gravid gut.
 
"Bravo, my Dear, Bravo!" "Such an exemplary performance deserves an exemplary reward!" Says the "Master", as he releases his "beast" from those baggy pants, while his mechanized chair platform rises up to stage level.
"Ngh.. Oh, Master, such a delicious meal is... more than enough, but if you insist!" She says before standing back up to full height, and using all her strength to lift her huge belly off the stage.
A very noticable pool of "liquid" remains where she was resting. She begins to waddle over towards the "Master", who is still lounging, prepared, upon his mecha-chair.
The fatigue getting to her, the dancer barely manages to position herself above the "Master" before collapsing; taking his entire member at once, as her bloated belly rests on top of him.
She cries out in pleasure, climaxing instantly from the large, rapid insertion. The "Master" already begins to thrust from beneath his stuffed partner, while massaging her under-belly.
Riding atop her master, the dancer's body is constantly wracked with pleasure. She takes turns with massaging her full belly, or groping her breasts; while not in hand, they bounce atop her belly like very large, ripe oranges.
With every thrust, ripples can be seen racing back and forth through her massive stomach and thicc butt. "They certainly do not have shows like this back home." "Though, I have to wonder how the "master" is able to breath under there."
 
The dancer cries out again, as her body shakes from another orgasm, before slumping over forward on to her belly to catch her breath.
"Amazing as ever... *huff* Master." She says through heavy breathing. "But I want... *huff* more." "I need more!"
I consider her statement in disbelief, "MORE? Surely she can't possibly mean..."
"Of course, my Dear." the "Master" somehow says from beneath the massive belly, and snaps his fingers once again.
The last captive, aside from myself, then begins her descent towards the ravenous dancer. At this point I've pretty much given up on her getting full before eating me, but just maybe?..
"Yes! More! Come to mama!" she says before grabbing and engulfing her prey just like the last three.
The "Master" begins to thrust once more as the dancer consumes the fourth captive, eliciting many pleasurable moans and sighs with each gulp.
Her stomach begins to stretch again; more and more as it fills with even more chunky captive. "This is clearly no ordinary woman, that much is certain."
The moans get stronger with each thrust and swallow, until the stretching of her belly from the final gulp, together with the "Master's" expert thrusting, causes her to climax for a third time; even harder than before.
Her arms, back and neck go limp and fall backwards, with only the weight of her belly keeping her from falling off of her "Master".
 
To say she was huge would be an understatement. Never have I seen such a massively engorged stomach on a creature, especially not a human, and the pleasure she is getting from her state is immense.
"Her appetite is impressive, certainly, but how big can she actually get?" I wouldn't have much time to consider it, however, before dancer awoke from her afterglow.
She spoke slowly; "Master?"
"Yes, my Dear?"
"We have a fifth captive, right?"
"Yes."
"Put her in me."
 
My heart sunk at those words. Or rose, since I'm STILL upside-down. "So this is it. This is how it ends; as food for an unnaturally-hungry and horny dancer."
"It could be worse, I suppose." "She's swallowing her meals whole, so at least I won't be torn to pieces."
The "Master" snaps his fingers once more, and I begin my descent towards the maw of the beast.
"She is rather attractive... even hugely bloated like this, there is a strange beauty about her; I'm strangely o.k. with being her food. Whether these are my thoughts or the "Master" is calming my mind, I can't say.
 
The dancer reaches up to grab me, just like the others, and I brace to prepare for the consumption... but it's oddly much slower this time.
She swallows my head quickly like the others, but stops just after my shoulders for a while in order to taste my breasts. Her tongue is very soft and deftly skilled; tasting every inch of my chest.
It's a strange experience, but not entirely unpleasant. She moves more quickly past my stomach to my waist, again, tasting every in.. "OOH!" "She's tasting my.. AH!.." "No, not in there! AH!"
Her tasting caused me to climax in her mouth, to which she responded with a pleased moan; "She must have wanted to enjoy her dessert." She soon finishes off my legs and feet, sealing me away in her belly with the rest of the captives.
I can only imagine how titanic her stomach must be now, after having consumed five, full-bodied women at once. "Where will all these calories go?" I also wonder about the "Master", being currently crushed under said mammoth belly.
 
I settle in on top of the previous meals and it's quiet for a time, before everything around us begins to shake up and down. "They're at it AGAIN?"
I could feel the "Master's" furious thrusting from within the belly; far stronger than what I watched outside. The dancer's moans of ecstasy were louder than ever.
The sex would increase in intensity until finally the two both climaxed together. I could feel a bit of the inner stomach wall begin to bulge in towards us.
"What the...?" "Oh my, that's her womb filling up!" Those of us in the belly started to rise up on top of the inner bulge as the "Master" continued to pump his seed in to the dancer.
I could feel her orgasm repeatadly as her womb stretched to take in litre after litre of cum, making her belly just that little bit bigger.
 
After that, complete silence. The two were finally spent, and they both passed out on the spot, despite the fact that the engorged dancer was still on top of her master.
Now I'm also getting tired, must be the lack of air... time to sleep as well, before the digestion...
 
Sleep well, Belly Dancer. I hope I was... delicious.