Chapter #5A race against time by: LGV   With a voracious gleam in her eyes, you watch in horror as she raises her palm to mouth level. Her thin, bright pink lips are split as Aly's tongue forces its way through. Like a snake it slithers forward, dextrously coiling around Sarah's beautiful, curvaceous thighs. From there it continues upward, extending around and past her wide hips and flat tummy, its small tip pushing into the tight split of her large breasts. It's an interesting sight; from a distance, it's as if Aly's glistening, fleshy tongue is an ill-fitting dress of sorts. But you, of course, know better.
"Please, Aly, don't do what I think you're going to do," you plead.
"What, you mean like this?" her voice says within your head.
Her tongue shoots back like an overstretched rubberband, sending Sarah into Aly's waiting maw with a wet pop. You watch as the bulge of Sarah's body is swished around from cheek to cheek like an over-sized piece of food. Your sister's having fun with the whole thing, judging by the playful giggles that occasionally escape from her sealed mouth. Soon though it seems as she's had her fill. Closing her eyes, she tilts upward and swallows with a powerful gulp, sending your ex to her waiting tummy.
"Mmm," she taunts, rubbing her stomach, "so that's what it must be like to swallow a live goldfish..."
"Aly, what did you do!? You gotta vomit her up or something before she dies!"
"Geez, you're such a worrywart, Adam. Sarah will be fine in my stomach, for now. I've made her body indigestible and, even if that wasn't the case, her consciousness is still in that bra. Worst comes to worst she'd just live on as my lingerie."
"So then what now? What are you gonna do with her?"
"Well the immunity I granted her won't last forever. In fact, I'd say it'll last long enough for someone to clean my room, if you catch my drift."
"Ugh, I do..."
"Good, then go. And hurry, if you still care even a bit about Sarah."
As annoying as your ex was, the last thing you want is for her to wind up as mush in your sister's stomach. With the literal fear of god in you, you frantically ascend the staircase and duck into the first door on your left. Inside is Aly's mess of a room. It's like her wardrobe exploded; bras, panties, skirts, and shorts are splayed out across the barely visible carpet. Undeterred, you scurry about like a tornado, pulling the articles of clothing from the floor and depositing them in their relevant drawers. All in all the process takes a little under ten minutes.
Hopeful, you rush back downstairs and find Aly reclining on the couch. An empty liter of soda sits at her side, recently emptied. Her belly is pushing outward defiantly.
"You know the best part of being a goddess? Being able to drink as much as you want without ruining your figure!" she jokes as a burp escapes her mouth.
"Aly, did I make?" you say between exhausted pants.
"Oh, yeah, about Sarah..."
Her hands begin to stroke her belly...
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