This choice: Cheetah makes a little deal with her baby sister • Go Back...Chapter #6A Wager With A Hungry Devil by: chaos   “Ya know,” Britanny began to say with a confident smile. “Ever person who has ever been inside my trim and pristine belly has told me that the experience was amazing and a few even said the word ‘orgasmic’.” Britanny pulled away from Gina and stepped beside her. Britanny leaned over till she was at the same height as Gina. Side by side, the two sisters were looking at the insides of the console only none of them were really seeing it. All they could focus on was the conversation that was happening between them.
“Now Gina, you used to say that being inside me was one of the greatest things in the world but ever since those popped up,” Britanny said referring to the generous bosom that hung on Gina’s chest, “you try to avoid my ‘great’ mouth. Maybe you out grew the feeling of excitement my stomach used to bring you? But I doubt it.”
“What makes you think that?” Gina acquired. She desperately wanted her sister to stop but couldn’t work up the urge to say it. She needed to regain control of the situation before things got further out of hand.
“Because big sis, no one ever gets over these lips.” Britanny emphasized by running her tongue over her glossy lips. Gina just grunted in response not wanting to say anything to give Britanny any more ammunition in this mind game she was playing.
“I think the real reason you’ve tried to stop taking the train to stomach town was that as soon as your body changed so did the level of enjoyment that you felt. You moved from being someone who found being swallowed amazing to being someone who found it orgasmic.” Britanny’s eyes sparkle with amusement from the look of absolute terror on Gina’s face.
“That’s ridiculous,” Gina unsteadily says. “You’re a girl and my sister, that is just sick.” Gina laughs at the notion of harbouring feelings for her sister but even to her the laughter sounds forced.
Over the years she’d tried to resist the feelings of happiness that being swallowed by Britanny gave her, but nothing worked. Over time she’s lost track of the times when she suppressed a moan or pushed away the urge to fondle herself as Britanny was ingesting her. Often after leaving the stomach, Gina would run to take a shower or make out with a man to reassure her of her sexuality. It didn’t make any sense, the mere sight of a hunky man would make her flustered but when she was inside that tight wet maw or stomach she’d be sexually intoxicated. Gina was at the end of her rope and it looked like the secret she was trying to hide from herself was coming out. Britanny could see the gloominess displayed on Gina’s face, it made Britanny feel bad but it had to be brought out into the open or Gina would never change.
“How does this sound Gina, I get one chance to have your well apportioned body as a meal and if you feel nothing sexual then I’ll never eat you unless I have your consent? But if you do feel something less then platonic I get to do whatever I want to you for a whole week.” Britanny said firmly, if this worked out not only would it help Gina deal with her mind-set about vore but also give Britanny a chance to try out some special activities she was dying to do to her sister.
Gina didn’t really have to think about it that hard, over the span of many years Britanny had swallowed her more times then she could remember. All she had to do was ignore that tingling sensation in her groin one more time and she would never become a meal for Britanny unless she agreed. It was to good to say no to, Britanny had been stalking her and forcing her down that throat with out her consent for too long, today was the day that Gina would take control of her fate.
“Sure Cheetah,” Gina smirks confidently as she says this. She was already calculating how much money she’d be saving soon on dry cleaning to get saliva stains out of her clothes.
“Wise decision Gina, now strip.” Gina’s smile crumbles and she start to panic, maybe this wasn’t going to be as easy as she thought.
“What,” Gina mumbles as she tries to take control of the situation. All she had to do was take one more bout of vore and she’d be free, losing control wasn’t something she could afford at this time.
“Since this is about discovering the truth, I feel it’s time that I tell you a fact. Your clothes taste like crud and I’m not going to let you into my mouth with those dirty rags your wearing.” Gina hated to admit it but her clothes were a little dirty. Since she had been working all night in her lab she was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday and they were covered in oil, dust and her own sweat, not exactly the most appetizing thing to eat. Sighing in defeat, Gina pulled down her shorts and unbuttoned her shirt. Gina wasn’t certain of it but Britanny’s eyes seemed to widen with hunger as her breasts jiggles after being exposed. Nervously she stood in the shadow of her larger little sister in only her bra and panties.
Tsk, Tsk Gina I thought you were a better listener,” Britanny waged her finger in Gina’s face and looked sternly down at her. “I said all your clothes not all your clothes except your bra and panties.” Blushing in embarrassment Gina complied with her sister’s wishes only keeping her cool in the knowledge that this is the last time. Reaching behind her back Gina unhooks her bra and lets it fall to the floor by her feet. With her size double D’s hanging freely Gina removes the last article of clothing and she is left completely nude. Britanny’s eyes eat up the sight of her naked sister, taking in every detail of the brilliant blonds body. As Britanny scrutinizes Gina she can’t help feeling inadequate and ugly. Sure, compared to most girls she’d be considered beautiful with her shiny blond hair, hourglass figure and large breasts but in the presence of Britanny she felt so plain and invisible. It’s hard to stand out when your standing beside an Amazon sized were-cheetah with exotic and sensual vibes practically emitting from her.
“Not bad sis, not bad at all,” Britanny commented with an appreciative attitude. Gina blushed, her sister rarely if not almost never remarked on her body except to bring up how she could improve it.
“You don’t mean that,” Gina bashfully said.
“Naw, I mean every word. Your skin has a nice texture, which makes it taste specifically good. Your body has little excess fat but you still carry enough to make your flavour meatier. And those breasts, man oh man, they look big enough to fill even my large mouth and you know that isn’t a easy task.” Britanny jokes playfully, it was all part of her plan to loosen Gina up before she went down. If she were tense and nervous then she wouldn’t have as much fun and Britanny would loose the bet, which wasn’t something that Britanny could afford to do. If Gina stopped being a part of her menu then it would be a horrible.
“Moving on Gina, how do you want to do this. Should I start at the feet or the head?” Britanny asked carefully, one of the best ways to snare a meal was letting them think that they are in charge.  You have the following choices: 1. Feet 2. Head indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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