Annette only ever needed two things to belly dance. Her red hip scarf, and some tunes to dance to. Thankfully the former was always ready and waiting in her gym bag and the latter was easily supplied by her mp3 player. In only a matter of moments Annette had begun her dance, starting slowly with a warm up routine. It had only been about 30 minutes since her class, but the last thing Annette wanted was to pull a muscle a few days before the competition.
Once she felt she'd sufficiently stretched, she began her dance proper, starting with some hip drops. The movement started slowly, lifting and dropping her hip once every other measure, and slowly increasing in speed until it maintained time with the beat. After a moment or two she changed to the other hip. Lift, drop, lift, drop, until she was moving that one in rhythm with the beat as well and freely alternating between the two. After the hip drops came the locks and figure eights, with the dance movements slowly traveling up her body with a belly roll, then shoulder shimmies, until eventually her dance flowed freely between each part of her body.
Before long, Annette was losing herself in her dance, flowing from one movement to the next with silky smoothness. Even though she'd practiced this routine not long ago, it was nice to just cut loose with it at home. It was liberating just to be able to dance with no one watching, and as the music intensified she found herself forgetting all her cares and troubles. Screw Shannon, screw that shop keep and screw the competition, all there was at this point was the dance! Annette could care less about anything else.
Perhaps it was because Annette had become so enraptured that she never thought to look and see herself in the mirror following her warm up. As her dance continued, the jeweled belly ring in her navel sparkled and glowed, spreading its gentle, mysterious light across Annette's body. Nor was she aware the changes to her body. She never noticed that her bottom, already full and shapely, had grown larger and rounder, or that her underwear had begun to vanish between the increasing mass of the cheeks. She never saw that her hips had begun to flare out a bit more stretching her panties more tightly across their expanse, or that her belly had become a slight bit softer, developing a gentle mound that made her belly rolls a bit more prominent than normal. Her sports bra too had grown tighter, and her breasts jiggled more whenever she did her shoulder shimmies, but like everything else, Annette couldn't be bothered to notice this. At this point, Annette had completely shut out the world and was completely enveloped in her dance. Time lost all meaning, and before she knew what happened, Annette had danced until she nearly dropped.
"Whew... what a... yeah..." Panting and out of breath, she wearily discarded her hip scarf and mp3 player and crawled into bed. She didn't bother to check the time but just from how she felt she knew she was probably dancing way longer than normal. Despite her exhaustion however she felt strangely calm and in good spirits, like all of her problems had melted away. Laying her head down on a pillow, Annette instantly fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.