I play a silent but expressive girl who shows up for a belly dancing class in yoga pants, a crop top and very short hoodie. As I begin stretching, a robotic voice welcomes me to the class, and tells me that my belly is not big enough for belly dancing. In metallic female tones it instructs me to take (very quiet this time) pump from the floor and insert it into my rectum, turn it on and let it inflate my belly. I show the hose going into my butthole and spread wide. As it slowly stretches my belly I am a little dismayed, but I cannot but obey the memerizingly dominant, authoritative voice. She tells me that is enough and to strip down into my belly dancing outfit- which is a mere coin bra and belt. Exposed and swollen, I am instructed to oil my belly to aid the muscles to relax and stretch. My belly inflates more and more as the music begins, I am commanded to dance, spank my belly and oil it more. I am a little distressed but helpless, I must comply. I have trouble dancing with my huge swollen belly but I can't stop. My belly starts making very loud gurgling sounds as the air fills me more and more until it pops