🧼 Sash'd Up & Wasp-Waistified!

Falaerin, a lovely elf from the city of Elbend, managed a rather special bathhouse, where one could get a relaxing soak while enjoying the company of the enchanting elves, including Falaerin himself (to be honest, the first slut among them).

One sunny day, as he chatted with a fellow gypsy elf, Falaerin's pointy ears caught wind of some tantalizing stories about mesmerizing belly dancers. The talk of their graceful sways left him yearning to immerse himself in their alluring world.

"Don't fret, I know all about it," his friend patted him on the plump behind. "In our old campsite during my youth, there were some incredible belly dancers who'd attract throngs of knights and peasants from far and wide with their tiny waists and wide hips..."

He ogled Falaerin's slender figure, taking note of its slightly-less-than-optimal proportions. "You're gonna need to tighten up that middle though," he grinned wickedly.

"You think I'm fat!?" Falaerin huffed.

"Maybe too much human protein... You know, swallowing more than ten servings every day can make us elves a bit chu-"

"What! Not once in a hundred years has anyone called me chubby!!" Falaerin protested, blushing furiously. "I mean, not that I mind a nice bulge on my belly... like... you wouldn't believe how big those barbs can get after you massage their manhoods with the right oils!"

"Haha, tell me something I don't know about 'em barbs..." The gypsy elf snickered. "Well, let me tell you, Fal, if you love belly bulges so much, you're gonna just adore this! I bet you're going to be the talk of the town when you've got your impressive hourglass figure going!"

"Hour-glass figure? What's that?" Falaerin asked curiously.

"Are you kidding? Have you never seen a wasp waist?" His friend rolled his eyes, exasperated.

"Uh... nope?" Falaerin admitted.

"Buddy, you're living in a bubble inside your little bathhouse." The gypsy elf sighed.

"Someone has to keep the water hot for Elbend's most demanding patrons," Falaerin retorted, sticking out his tongue. "And cocks are not going to suck themsel-" He caught himself and lowered his voice, "Let's just say it's part of our culture."

"Ohh, someone's so desperate for riding modded noble cocks all day they forget to explore life outside the steam room?" The gypsy elf teased.

Falaerin's cheeks turned red as a bulge started growing against the inner side of his skirt. "I do enjoy pleasing others, in fact many barbs and knights would pay me handsomely to join them on their travels but since I have duties to bathe Princess Arisha herself... I doubt I will have time for some silly adventures."

"Haha, sure buddy! I was in that kind of situation when I couldn't dream about leaving our campsite, it was contortion, contortion and more contortion all day long! Either performing or training, my body was always twisted into positions that'd make a pretzel jealous!"

"So be grateful that Arisha paid for your freedom!" Falaerin pinched his friend's buttcheek playfully. "And I bet I've also seen many, many things that you haven't, like... umm..."

"Horse-size cocks?" The gypsy elf winked. "Or those giant squids from the sea?"

"Wait, wha... I mean yes! Among many other things!" Falaerin giggled sheepishly.

"Sooo... You'll start working out and toning up that tummy, right?" His friend poked him gently in the stomach.

"I suppose... although I'm not really sure what a 'wasp waist' is supposed to be like..." Falaerin trailed off, glancing down at his figure. "If it's gonna sting, then no thank you! I had this one run-in with a wasp and-"

"Fal! Nobody's planning on stinging you," the gypsy elf stated confidently. "Besides those flabby merchants with their puny peckers. Here's what you need: get yourself a tight sash, then cinch it around your middle so tightly it cuts off your breath. You'll need a lot of practice getting used to that sensation."

Falaerin didn't quite understand why such discomfort would be desirable, but it sounded kinky enough to pique his curiosity. They went to an elven shopkeeper who sold a variety of silks and laces, including some of the most luxurious fabrics known to Elbend. Falaerin chose a red velvet sash that matched the color of his skirt and wrapped it around his midsection.

"Wow, not bad at all for an amateur!" The gypsy elf chuckled as Falaerin wiggled his hips in front of him, the sash cutting across his belly. "That's it, Fal! Show me some more moves..."

"I... uh..." Falaerin stammered for a second, a grimace slowly spreading on his face. "I think... I've... had enough for todaahh-" he groaned, trying to cover his crotch with both hands as a sudden spurt erupted from beneath his skirt.

"Ooh, nice! I've never seen someone lose their load over a belly dance before!" The gypsy elf took a closer picture of Falaerin's wet skirt, genuinely surprised. "I bet clients will line up around the block to help you out with your sash after seeing something like this!"

"Y-You mean..." Falaerin panted. "Was it hot?"

"Buddy," the gypsy elf chortled. "I've seen a tightrope walker who spurted a whole gallon of jizz during a somersault but I'm pretty sure you'll give him a run for his money!"

"Hehe, I guess I'll need to get better at this then," Falaerin snickered. "After I wash my skirt."

"Just don't drop the soap when wearing that sash! Seriously, if your tummy is that sensitive, you might end up cleaning your entire bathhouse after bending down with that sash on!" His friend nearly doubled over from laughter at the thought.

The two elves burst into giggles together as the idea snowballed in their minds. Of course, it was decided that the red velvet sash wouldn't go off Falaerin's waist anytime soon!

Sadly, the initial experience proved hard to repeat easily, so Falaerin learned different ways to help provoke his waistgasm during dancing as he grew quite addicted to the sensual pleasure of moving in such a constrictive outfit.

His clients loved watching him squirm and twist during his shiny new act, often begging to touch his stomach or help tie his sash. Something about having his belly bulge out more with the tightness around his waist made even the puny peckers almost double in size.

Before long, Falaerin acquired a stunning hourglass shape, visible even when not wearing the belt. Whether he wore it or not, his hips rolled in manners that were simply mesmerizing, leaving his patrons drooling whole buckets at his bathhouse.

Of course, the added pleasure of a new great show was just the icing on top of a cake already generously filled with hot, steamy, sensual fun!