Blake felt a bizarre rumbling from the chamber he'd been entombed in - already tight from the gurgling processing of Nora's latest meal, his unfortunate "company". It made the constricting, meaty walls around him wobble and caused him to shake more. He could barely understand what this strange, sudden shaking sensation was...

...until it pulled away briefly. Nora clutched something from her pocket. It must've been a cell phone

...and she SLAMMED it against Blake's exposed lump, shaking it even harder. His body was bathed in an ethereal blue light, blinding him as well as keeping him in pace. The coolness would almost be refreshing after bathing in Nora's warmth, if it weren't for how cold the surface was.

"Can you see what that says, pipsqueak?"

He barely even had the ability to cough out a pained, agonizing "N-no..." It was like this extra mass was interfering with his magic ability, and plunging him into sickening, squeezing sensory deprivation.

"Hahah... BWAHAH." Nora couldn't have been raising her voice that much, or people would hear her laughing at her own big belly. "Your dance lesson is gonna start, bellybug."

As she kept moving, the resounding slams of each foot made the stomach's mass jiggle and shake. Blake felt himself breaking into a sweat. "I'm gonna - you take a dance class?"

Another hard SLAP, and another SMACK, the pudgy hand assaulted his body. "What're you trying to say? I have a life outside of messing with nerds, believe it or not."

"That's not... ow... It's just..."

Nora snorted. "Oh! Or are you saying..." THWAP "...you never imagined..." THWUP "...me dancing, when I have..." THWACK-WHWP-wppp... "...all these curves?" WHAP WHAP WHAP

Blake would've vomited every micron of stomach acid out if he'd experienced that in a human form. In fatty cell form, it was even worse - like he was a sagging punching bag on a tight rope, surrounded by many other tough, glutinous punching bags.

"Well, I'm gonna show you my hidden depths now." She rubbed the wriggling spot on her abdomen.

"As if I haven't seen enough of your depths already..."

Before he knew it, Nora was changed into a costume for her class. It was, fittingly, purple - a tight-fitting top, with an open, loose skirt swaying around her thighs. He knew because she kept posing in the changing room mirror - practically rubbing her belly against it.

The bully held his entire world in her greasy hands. "Like what you see?"

Blake tried to shake his head. The pressure all over him was getting too much. And he couldn't bear to watch that round shape that taunted him right in front of him; but he couldn't look away from the mound of horror. "Don't... Don't wanna..."

"Yeah, knew it. You can't get enough of this big belly. And now you'll REALLY see it in action."

He could vaguely hear a scramble, as he was soon before another mirror; vaguely seeing the fuzzy reflections of other silhouettes... And Nora, ready to dance. A slow, rhythmic drum beat pounded out - and Nora thrust her hip up.

"TGH!"

Another beat, and her opposing hip flung up - with Blake having the sensation of being on a down elevator.

"ARGH!"

Hip drop, after hip drop. What was once solid, impenetrable concrete was like a waterslide, as every hip lift and drop felt like it rearranged Nora's entire internal structure. Every time he saw the mirror, it was through endless shaking. The bounce of her tummy with each move made it a veritable jackhammer drilling into the back of his mind; not helped by the remaining presence of undigested enchilada.

"Gmmgh... Nggh..."

As Nora paused briefly for snake arms, he could see her smug face peering over the mass of purple bosom, facing down to him. She whispered sensuously. "Y'see all those other girls taking the class?..."

He could barely even make the other students out beyond a foggy blur, past the continual wobbling that he still wasn't used to.

"Sometimes they get on my nerves. Teacher's pets. Y'know, I think one of them's checking me out..."

She pulled a shoulder roll, bringing her belly upwards - the sudden fling making Blake's words and soul catch in what would be his throat. This was a new extent of pain, as he was stretched out to an extreme degree. The ceiling light beat upon him, as the tissue from either end threatened to rip apart. He could even hear a little whine. He sobbed, realizing this was what so many other gummy snacks went through...

...And was suddenly sent hurdling down like a comet as Nora Comet did a full-body undulation, like a venomous snake. "Awww, pipsqueak's squeaking. Don't worry. I know you want me all to myself."

THIS AGAIN?

"You think nasty, nasty things..." She kept swaying, her breasts and butt - sizeable breast and butt - adjusting with surprisingly delicate weight. "About this big, belly." As she moved into a reverse undulation, he could feel himself following the swaying abdomen - and tracking his place on it.

"Sooo much Nora, and you can't get enough of her... Heheh." Her pelvic tilts kept rocking him on the unstable, juicy inner river currents, dizzying the belly bug, and keeping him from even speaking - his sense of self lost in the repetitive motions.

"Baddest girl on campus, and buggiest pest boy in the world..."