Atypical Belly Dance - Part 1

ATYPICAL BELLY DANCE - Part 1: The Dance
by VanceFox

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“Hey, Billy!  You’re on in five!”

“That’s nice.  I’ll be out in ten!”

“Okay… what?  No, dude, Sean’s finishing up his set.  The audience is dying for you!”

“Tell him to do his Ovaltine bit.”

“He’s already done his Ovaltine bit!”

“Hey, I’m doing you the favor here.  I’m the one due in a few days with twins.  I’m the one supposedly on maternity leave.  I didn’t have to come in.  I’ll be out in ten.”

“Fine… just get out here as soon as you can.”

Billy leaned back in his chair.  He was already dressed for his show, but he needed to rest.  The costumes weren’t designed for performers of his size.  As it was, he had to grab the private school student uniform as it was the biggest one the club owned.  It had taken him a half-hour to pull it on and even then, it barely fit.  The buttons on the shirt looked ready to pop off at any given moment.  Which was probably just as well, the audience would love it.

Looking into the mirror on his right, Billy ran a hand through his long hair, shaking it out.  Barely 17 and he was already one of the city’s top pregnant male performers.  He had lied to the management, though they weren’t all that thorough in checking his references.  A swimmer… well, an ex-swimmer with a cut physique was enough to get him on stage and that was good money.  But the pregnancy admirers, that was just random chance that he found that niche.

A thump from one of the babies within grabbed Billy’s attention.  He looked down at the jacket, pushed out by the roundness of his stomach.  Unlike some of the other pregnant guys, Billy wasn’t that thrilled to be knocked up, but at the same time, he was making more than twice what he was as a male stripper.  Sure, it was a couple months of awkwardness, but the money was worth it.

Billy grabbed his bottle of water and just closed his eyes.  He was going to be beat after the performance tonight, he just knew it.  He’d be on stage for all of ten minutes and in his present condition, that would be an eternity.  His last show, almost two weeks ago, had nearly killed him, and he was a lot heavier and bigger now.

The clock in his dressing room showed 10:00.  He was supposed to be in position.  Might as well get going.  With a grunt, Billy lifted himself out of his chair.  He gave one last look in the mirror, taking the opportunity to straighten the black tie.  Satisfied, he grabbed his prop, a backpack filled with “books” and started waddling for the stage.

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“I don’t want more Ovaltine, please!”

A few chuckles.  The crowd was definitely tired of stand-up.  They weren’t there to see Sean and Sean knew it.  But finally he saw a green light come on at the back of the house.  A wash of relief came over him and he smiled.

“Thank you.  You’ve been great.  But I know the reason you came here, and it wasn’t for my comedy.” Sean said into the mike.

“No shit, Sherlock!” a voice rang out from the back.

Continuing unfazed, Mike kept going.  He was the opening act for a pregnant male stripper, he knew he was nothing to these guys.  “In continuing with the tradition of bringing you the hottest, sexiest, and biggest pregnant men around, The Oven has quite a treat for you tonight.  Two weeks ago, he gave a good-bye performance, you thought that was the last you saw of him.  Well, you were wrong!”

A murmur went through the crowd.  Several of the front row patrons stood up, paying attention to Sean for the first time.

“It is my privilege to introduce to you perhaps the hottest of the hot, the sexiest of the sexy, and the biggest of the big.  Due in just 3 days… with twins!  I give you… Billy!”

The lights went dark.

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Slowly a spotlight came up, this one from behind the stage.  It was warm, but the audience loved it.  Billy stood facing a white screen.  He knew on the other side there was a black silhouette of him standing there, book bag slung over his shoulder, legs slightly askance.  Usually this wasn’t all that an amazing pose, but there was a faint gasp from the crowd.  Even from this angle, his size must have been clear to the audience.

The music started to come up.  Billy had no idea what it was, sounded classical.  Phil loved finding non-traditional music for him to dance to.  But the mental ten count was done.  Billy lowered his bag and turned and smiled.  The roar of approval from the audience told him his profile was appreciated.  Of course it would be, he figured.  He was huge, after all.

Billy waited for a few seconds and finally the rest of the stage lights came on.  The white screen shot up and rock music blared from the speakers.

“School’s out for summer!” rang through The Oven, despite it being the middle of February.

Turning back, Billy quickly stepped down from the dais he had been poised on.  He stepped downstage, making sure his waddle was quite pronounced, though it didn’t take much at his size.  The crowd went wild as they saw him and Billy just smiled.  He quickly scanned the audience, flashing that smile that made each and every man in the audience think that he was looking directly at him.

The first thing to go was the bookbag, quickly tossed to the edge of the stage.  Billy never really cared for props anyways, just got in the way of the dancing.  Now that he was on the stage, he felt his adrenaline start to pump.  While he wasn’t thrilled with being pregnant, he always loved being on stage, being admired by the crowd.  And the crowd was ecstatic!

Lowering his hands to the buttons on his jacket, Billy sauntered down the runway as he undid them.  He stopped halfway, past the brass pole.  Holding the side of the jacket, he waited for the music.  His timing was right on and a few seconds later, as the beat hit hard, he threw his arms back and down, the jacket being flung down off of his body.

The catcalls of the audience increased.  Just as he expected, they loved the straining buttons, the tiny flashes of slick flesh poking through.  He turned around to let those behind him get a look and smiled.  He recognized some of the guys in the front row and he immediately made note of Josh.  Billy didn’t know a thing about Josh, but he always made sure to give Josh a good show.  Nobody else stuffed hundreds in his thong.  But he was getting ahead of himself.

Billy waddles back up the run way and stopped, turning and looking over his shoulder.  He grinned as he shook out his hair, his body swaying to the music.  He felt his shirt loosen slightly and the crowd roar and he glanced down.  One of the buttons had given up the fight.  Just as well, the shirt was ready to come off.

He knew he could improvise and figured to give the audience what it wanted.  He slid his hands up and down the sides of his stomach, moaning to himself though nobody could head it.  His fingers slid past the new wider opening and he gripped.

“School’s out for-ever!”

The shirt got torn open, buttons flying into the crowd.  For a moment, the music couldn’t be heard.  Billy stood here, panting softly already and his skin glistening slightly with sweat.  His huge stomach bared for all.  He had taken good care of it, rubbing cream into the skin every night, making sure to shave fastidiously to keep himself looking tight and perfect.  His stomach was a perfect sphere bulging forth, shining with the light from the spots above him.  After this reveal, he knew taking off his pants would be anticlimactic.  This is what they came to see after all.

Billy moved to the music, striding as best he could from one side of the stage to the other, always making sure to keep just a hair farther than arm’s length from the appreciative patrons.  He went back for the runway, this time stopping at the pole.  Billy wasn’t much of a pole dancer, but the weight was getting to him.  He was already getting tired and he was just a few minutes in.  He leaned back against the pole and stretched his arms over his head, making the lithe muscles of his upper torso flex for the crowd.

There was a flash from the left side of the audience and in the darkness, Billy could make out the large form of Matt, the bouncer, heading for the unauthorized photographer.  Billy really couldn’t care less, he knew there were plenty of pictures of him already on the net.  What was one or two more?  But the club had strict rules.

Time to take the rest of it off.  Pushing himself away from the pole, he slid his hands down his skin, taking a moment to tease his outie of a navel.  He made a show of that, making it look like his navel was more erogenous that it was.  Not to say that it wasn’t, but the audience loved the big reaction.  His hands moved lower and he grabbed the waistband of the stage pants.

Billy yanked and the velcro thankfully let go.  The pants flew off of him, leaving him standing there on the runway in just his tight purple thong.  Now it was time to make money.  He moved over to one side, this time in arms length, and smiled down to the audience.  He stood to his side, so he could see, knowing that the audience was looking up at the bulge in his thong and the much larger bulge just a bit higher.  He saw several bills immediately shoot up and he smiles at the guy with a twenty.  This he knew wouldn’t go to the music.

He kneeled down as part of his dance, though he knew it looked awkward.  Which the crowd, again, loved.  For a moment he figured he could probably just sit in a chair reading War and Peace and the audience would love it.  The thought didn’t last long as the hand with the twenty pushed the bill into the pouch.  This was, of course, accompanied with a grope of his cock.  He didn’t mind, it was a twenty after all.  The guys stuffing ones in his thong on the other hand…

Not seeing any more big bills, he arched his back and pushed with his legs.  He had to reach for the pole to help pull himself up and he barely made it.  His back was sore, he was panting heavily, and he was tired.  And he was barely halfway through the routine.  Billy kept moving down the runway, repeating the performance, making sure he didn’t do just the same thing.  Some guys wanted to touch his stomach, which was fine as long as his thong was stuffed with cash.  Halfway through he finally let himself get hard, aware of how his erection distended his thong even more.

Getting to the end of the runway, he smiles to those in the back and turned.  He bent over with a hand holding his stomach, giving the audience a view of his ass.  It had expanded nicely as it prepared for the labor that was coming in a few days.  There were quite a few ass men out there, so he made sure to give them what they wanted, though he knew there were more looking for the front.  As he was bent over, he made eye-contact with Josh.

Smiling, Billy stood up and waddles over to where Josh was sitting.  Josh was there every night he had been dancing and he could see it in Josh’s face; he was loving the show.  And that was a hundred in his hand.  And not just one.  Right in front of Josh, Billy kneeled down and smiled to the patron.  On his knees, Billy leaned back, groaning as his legs spread.  This was definitely uncomfortable, but his stomach bulged hugely over him, showing off the hard thong underneath.  He felt Josh’s hand push a couple of bills into the pouch and Billy smiled.  That bought Josh just about anything, so when he felt one hand grab his cock and another push against the underside of his pregnancy, he didn’t signal the bouncer.  Instead he moved to the music, his body bouncing as he worked himself back upwards.

Another thump came from Billy’s stomach and Josh smiled huge.  Both hands came up, massaging the side where the child kicked and sure enough, there was another.  Josh’s hand darted down under the table and came back up with a twenty.  There was an apologetic look in Josh’s eye as he pushed the additional tip into Billy’s thong.

Finally he got up, aware that bills were dropping out of his thong now.  The stage crew was pretty good at getting everything he was due, so he didn’t worry.  As the music reached the final bars, he started to move back to the starting position.  The show finale.

He stepped back up onto the dais he was on earlier and flashed a smile to the crowd.  The music ended, the lights died.  Quickly Billy reached under his stomach and dropped his thong.

There was a beat, then the spotlight from behind burst into full light.  The white screen was back.  He stood, back arched, his stomach thrust out, the silhouette of his hard cock jutting out along with his stomach.  There was a roar of approval until five seconds later, the show was over.

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Billy sat in his chair again, panting softly.  He hadn’t bothered to get dressed.  There was probably a mob still outside the club waiting for him and his show had been over for an hour.  There was a bag of cash on the desk next to him.  $783 dollars worth of cash.  Glancing down, he gently patting his huge stomach, stroking his children.

“You guys made your first twenty today.” he said, chuckling to himself.