The tension is absolutely killing you - not to mention the continual rubs. If Charlotte just chewed her gum without swallowing like a normal person, you wouldn't be in this mess! You keep pushing back, hoping to find some way out of the meaty, tough walls that keep shifting and closing around you.

A cry inadvertently escapes your mouth: "Mmmfff! MMFFMMM!!"

This, apparently, isn't to your sister's liking. Another slap makes the region around your cell reverberate. You feel a stinging sensation, and can practically hear the pink frills of her dress flap and flutter around. Before the shaking subsides, you can hear her voice reverberate around from the nearby vocal chords.

"Nahhh, I shouldn't be so mean! You might like it in here, after a bit of persuasion."

You really don't like the sound of that. "We can spend time together - like, face to face, OUTSIDE your stinking gut..."

"...Orrrr, I can practice this hypnotic dance technique, to make you an ideal belly passenger!"

She somehow found a way to make you even less enthused.

A few swings of her arms, chest, and feet are all you can sense of the outside world, chaotically throwing you about. You can suddenly hear, muffled by the wretched noises of stomach sloshing and breath - the disgusting opening notes of dance music. Camel By Camel...

And instantaneously, you feel shaking to the tune of it. Your incorporeal form is forcibly jolted to the left. Instantaneously, you swing back to the right. The entirety of the abdomen swings with you - some cells just a step out of tune with another. Charlotte didn't even change her clothes for this, so you can just imagine how much they're shaking - and absorbing the growing sweat, which you're beginning to feel down your lumpy spot...

"WLLLGMHHHPH-!!" You try to yell out, feeling as if your maw is covered by layer upon layer of flesh and muscle. She's swung her head back - revealing her navel to the sky. The way she's moving is like hundreds of tidal waves crashing around a submarine you're locked inside. If only she could move with this much agility and grace when it came to chores...

You yell out - "enough with this damn camel dance!"

For a moment, the shaking stops. Did she hear you? Is she finally going to listen to reason--?

CLAMP

CLICK

You feel like you've just had steel locking your arms in place. Something ended up on her body outside...

Charlotte laughs. "You never liked me wearing this belly button ring, right? Don't worry, it's fake~ Should keep you from interrupting, though!"

"Grcnhhhg--!!" If you had teeth, you'd be grinding them. Absolutely no noises escape your mouth, beyond faint muffled vocalizations. You can't even muster the energy to protest your treatment. She's locked you in place for the rest of this thrusting dance...

A hip slide... That one was a hip twist... Now a "Camel", her pelvis undulating. The rhythm can't be fought against. You want to blot out everything surrounding, and just listen to the beat of the song... As it merges in perfect harmony with the bop of your sister's belly.

By the time it's done, Charlotte wipes a bit of sweat off her midriff, and pokes the remaining lump. "Heheh. Did you like that as much as me, bro?"