Rose steps on stage, wiggling her hips back and forth, the audience erupting with cheers and hoots. Rose smiles and put one hand on her hip, popping her belly out even further. "I see a lot of familiar faces here," she smiles. "You all like seeing this big belly jiggle around?"
The audience starts to cheer even louder and Rose grins, waddling out to the pole and spinning around slowly, letting her belly hang down. Lisa did a great job with the oil: her whole body is glistening and irresistible.
"Anyone new tonight?" Rose says, a few men and women crying out in response. "Curious about the stories of a big pregnant dancer, huh? Do I live up to the hype?" Everyone cheers at that, a few putting money on the stage. Rose smiles and knows what that means. She waddles to the edge of the stage, moving her belly around sensually in front of the patron. "Thank you, sweetie," she coos, running her hand all over her roundness. "Even bigger up close, huh?"
"Damn right," the club patron replies, reaching a hand out to her belly. Rose takes a step back and waves one finger playfully.
"Oh no, not yet. Besides, if I let you get a belly rub here, everyone else will get jealous."
"Then let us all feel!" someone in the back yells, getting cheers from the crowd. Rose smiles and returns to the pole, putting it between her legs as she massages her curves.
"Mmm, that would be fun," Rose says. "We'll work something out someday, I'm sure." With that, Rose grips the pole and starts the real dancing, her body moving with impressive speed given her size and womb weight. Her E cup breasts (which many patrons showed up for, instead of her belly) slapped against her belly and strained her tiny bikini top. It was designed to come off quickly, but Rose knew she had to make the crowd wait before she whipped them out.
--- Your POV ---
As Rose dances, you slosh around inside her womb. "Whoa!" You laugh, bouncing against the soft walls. "What's going on out there?"
Alisa turns to you. She appears to be hovering in the middle of the womb and torrent of amniotic fluid, legs crossed, unaffected by the turbulence. "Rose, the woman whose womb you're in, is moving around."
"Well, this seems like a little more than just normal walking around," you say. "What, is she running or something?"
Alisa looks up, her face vacant for a moment, before turning back to you. "Seems that she's dancing. Rose is an erotic dancer. Are dancers in an advanced stage of pregnancy common in this time period?"
"No exactly," you say with a grin. "But a pregnant stripper...that's pretty hot. And I'm in her womb?"
"Yep," Alisa smiles, moving closer to you. "That seems to make you even happier. I see you lucked out and you'll be able to make the best out of a bad situation."
"I wouldn't say it's a bad situation at all," you say, taking Alisa by the waist and brining her closer. "Now then, you said I can make wishes while I'm in here? And those wishes can affect Rose?"
"Yes, I think these wishes are mostly meant for Rose," Alisa replies. "I'm a pregnancy genie and she is, well, pregnant."
"Hmm, what better time to try this out than while Rose is dancing," you grin, becoming more and more aroused. "Alright then, I wish..."
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