This story is an expansion on my original work "Curse of the Goddess." I have been requested many times to expand the ideas of this world and so this idea formulated naturally as well as with some ideas from fans. I hope you enjoy dear readers. Please feel free to leave comments and message me with ideas or if you would like a commission.
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"All right girls, let's take it from the top," Jennifer said, clapping her hands together getting her classes attention. "Lisa, you're up first."
"Yes Coach." Lisa said with a huff. She had been sweating pretty hard already from their training session. Her face was flush.
"Good girl. Put your costume on as well." Jennifer told her. "I want to see the whole performance from top to bottom." Jennifer turned around and waddled over to her desk in the theatre. She always sat a desk right before the raised seating in the university theatre. They had ten minutes left in their class but she clearly wanted to see how much the girl's had retained from their lesson today. She sat her pregnant ass down at her desk, her chair giving a squeak as it took her weight.
The rest of the class of girls all took seats either on the floor or on the audience seating behind Jennifer. And all of them were nine months pregnant. All the girls were wearing virtually no clothing at all, most of them in a g-string or thong and a bra. A few had leggings on, one girl had a sports bra, but otherwise they were as close to naked as you could get.
Jennifer was the most moderately dressed out of all of them and all she was wearing was a pair of tight gym shorts that went up to her pregnant belly and a sports bra. All the girls in the class were barefoot. Shoes were not permitted in here. They milled about, taking their seats, whispering to each other as they got ready for the performance.
"I'll just need a minute Coach." Lisa said as she waddled up the steps onto the stage. She was wearing a bright yellow thong that disappeared between her rounded ass cheeks, swallowed up by them, and a matching yellow bra. Her brunette hair was teased and styled, flowing down her back. She was curvaceous but not fat, the right amount of thickness around her hips with a heaving chest that produced a vast quantity of milk out of her tits. She was huge, her belly at least the size of a twin pregnancy. All of the girls in here, Jennifer included, had bellies that were on the larger size. To give a better performance required a bigger belly than normal. It was all part of the competition. In her right hand was a golden, see through, sequin skirt. And in her left was a collection of jewelry which appeared to be necklaces and bangles.
"While you do that then I'll address the class." Jennifer swiveled herself and her huge belly around in her chair. She turned to face the majority of the girls behind her. Those near her shuffled themselves on the ground so they could at least be in Jennifer's eyeline. Their coach did not like them being behind her when she talked.
Jennifer looked across the room. Fifteen girls, Lisa on stage making sixteen. All of them aged about twenty years old. All of them as heavily pregnant as you could get. Every woman was pregnant now, ever since that fateful day so many years ago. These girls, Jennifer included, couldn't remember what it was like to not be pregnant anymore. Such was the new age. Every woman was perpetually pregnant, most women desiring nothing more than to breed and raise children, to be wives and mothers.
These girls weren't ready to be mothers and wives just yet. They were young. They had plans, futures they wanted to try before they settled down. They were like Jennifer. They had a fire within them.
"Ladies we are less than a week away from competition." Jennifer told them. She leaned forward in her chair, serious. Her belly shifted down as she did. She was big enough that she would have been carrying triplets back in the day. Her milk filled tits ached ever so slightly as they rested on top of her stomach. She was going to need to be milked soon.
"We are a week away from competition and I want to say how proud of you I all am." Praise from Jennifer wasn't earned easily. She saw a few of their sweaty faces light up as she said that. Jennifer's dark eyes looked at them all. She was serious all the time which had left a few furrows in her forehead, but otherwise she was a beautiful woman coming on forty. "You've all worked you damn asses off to get here. We've been training the hardest you ever had in your life. There have been bruises, falls, you've wanted to give up. But you kept coming back."
A couple of the girls smiled and nudged each other with their elbows. "But..." Jennifer added. "All of that means nothing if we can't perform on the day. This will be the hardest thing many of you have ever done. The competition is stiff. Success at an international level can mean wealth, fame, a rich husband. Everything. You'll be the best belly dancers not only in this country, but the world."
"Hell yeah!" Alice, a blonde girl yelled excitedly.
"We got this Coach!" Chimed in another, a heavily tanned girl named Maureen.
"I know you do. I know what all of you are capable of." Jennifer nodded. "Belly dancing is the number one sport in the world now. This competition is going to be watched globally. It is the biggest event any of you have ever been to. Some of you want the Gold, I know." A few faces nodded. Hungry for it. They lived for the competition. "But I will be immensely happy if I see all of you go out there and fight your damn hardest. None of you give up. You go out there and show them what you are made of."
"YES COACH!" The girls yelled together. All of them smiled.
"You've trained for years for this moment. You got this." Jennifer swiveled her chair back around.
On stage was Lisa, gold skirt attached to her thong, flowing down to the floor. Her arms and wrists were now covered in bangles and jewelry. Around her neck were more necklaces going down between her huge breasts and resting on top of her protruding, pregnant belly.
"Are you ready?" Jennifer asked.
"Yes Coach."
Jennifer leaned forward on her desk, grunting at the effort at how pregnant she was. There was a boombox on top of her desk and she pressed play. Jennifer's music was already pre-loaded. "Let's see it." Jennifer said as she leaned back. Soft instrumental music began playing as Jennifer rested her arms over her belly and watched.
Lisa's dance was one of the slower dances of the girl's in the class. She started with her back to the audience, moving her hips slowly in a rocking motion side to side. Lisa had started with her hands by her side. The music was light, airy, matching Lisa's own slow movements. Slowly she began raising her hands, up her body, to bring them together over her head.
"Very good." Jennifer said. The rest of the class paid attention, all of them watching Lisa. For Lisa she was all about the tease. She wanted to have all the attention on her, make the audience crave to see more. Her belly would poke out side to side as she wiggled her hips but never full shown. Her hands came back down, extending out, moving up and down with her hips all in one motion.
"That's hot." Alice whispered.
"Damn this is good." The rest of the class began talking to themselves as Lisa now turned around.
"Go girl!"
Lisa smiled now as she began going further into her routine. She kept her arms out as her hips continued to rotate and now her belly went up and down. She moved her gaze among the rest of her class, giving winks and blowing kisses, as it all became about the belly.
She was able to suck her stomach in and then push it out, causing her huge mound to undulate. She moved slowly around the stage, her gold skirt flying around her as she spun every now and then, always keeping her hips and belly moving.
"Fuck yeah." Jennifer saw out of the corner of her eye Maureen lean back in her chair. She spread her legs wide, exposing herself. Her thong was doing little to cover her pussy. Dark hair was poking around the sides. Two hands slide down her belly, going down her thighs...
"Maureen." Jennifer said sharply. The girl's hands stopped before they reached their destination. "You know better than that."
"Sorry Coach." Maureen said flustered. Her hands went back up and rested on her belly. The girl turned her attention back to Lisa on stage.
Belly dancing wasn't the number one sport in the world without a solid reason. It was practically the only real sport a woman could do these days now that they were all perpetually pregnant. Society had changed a lot. It was all about the belly. Men and women both were drawn to the curvaceous, sensual figure of a pregnant woman and nothing exemplified that more than a huge pregnant belly.
The sport was huge. More people watched belly dancing competitions internationally than football. The International Belly Dancing Champsionship was watched by everybody globally. And a lot of that had to do with the sensual, alluring nature of it. The girl's in this room were on track to be the best of the best. All of them showed promise and skill. And natural ability. All of them here were sporting bellies larger than most with a pair of tits to match.
Because of how beautiful these women were and the nature of the dance it wasn't unusual for those in attendance to be... excited by the dances. That was the point. If anything since that great event that had changed society, at least women were far more in tune with their bodies. Body positivity was high. Women felt connected and in love with themselves far more than previously. Out of that came this sexual fire. Women were now how they were meant to be, their whole bodies designed for love making and breeding. And belly dancing showed off all of that new belief and desires.
And pregnant, hormonal teenagers often found it hard to regulate their emotions. Jennifer wasn't sure how other teachers or classes did it, but here, in this room, there was none of that like Maureen had attempted. That was for outside these four walls. It was hard, considering how horny these girls could get. None of them wore much clothing in here. But she demanded it from them and they followed her rules. Except on game day. That was the only time Jennifer ever allowed them to blow off steam. It helped keep them focused.
The music increased in tempo and Lisa took it up another notch. She began moving faster on stage, golden skirt swirling around herself as she commandeered the whole area. She smiled even wider, enjoying everything about her dance. Then, in a blink of an eye, her skirt came flying off!
Though they had seen it many times the audience cheered as Lisa's skirt was off and now wrapped around her body. She cocooned herself in the golden material and then spun it around her body while she continued twirling. The girls cheered again and Jennifer smiled herself. Lisa was in her element, belly moving, rubbing the skirt across it, as she spun again.
The music reached a crescendo as the skirt was tossed into the crowd. She spun a few more times and then stopped, one hand up, a huge smile on her face, just as the music died.
