The game moves along more quietly for a few minutes; eventually passing to you, and you draw the card and begin reading the question: “If you had a crush on a girl that had eaten and digested your sibling, and your sibling went right to her chest, would you motor-boat her?”
Reddening and trying awkwardly not to look at Rudy as your female cousins, and especially Alexa, burst into laughter around you as they awaited your answer.
You struggled not to give anything away with your facial expressions, even as you felt the temperature of your face rise by several degrees. You couldn’t help but think of your current crush, a gorgeous blond-haired girl named Elle that you shared a chemistry class with.
She had the perfect everything. Her body, her hair, her eyes… just… everything. You and your friend Marc had both been entranced the moment you saw Elle. And if you ever had the chance to motorboat that rack… not that you ever would. You saw a guy ask her out once, in the chemistry auditorium, not long before your class was about to start. Elle had calmly disrobed him, methodically removing each piece of clothing while her dark-haired sister, a fraternal twin you’d learned, held him with his arms behind his back. The entire scene had drawn a crowd, the man begging and pleading as Elle silently and calmly folded his clothing and set it to one side, before unhinging her jaws and just devouring the man.
He went down in only three gulps; her stomach swelling with his form and expanding out from her loose-fitting shirt, the imprint of arms, legs, hands, and face all visible beneath the taut flesh of her belly as it clenched around him. She’d sat only a few seats down from you, gut churning and sloshing as it went to work on the wailing man within. By the time the four-hour class had ended, her stomach was little more than a potbelly, the grown man having been digested as briskly and efficiently as he’d been disrobed.
Despite having spent the entire four hours silently listening to the desperate begging and screaming of her meal as he suffered a hellish demise in her tum, despite her calm indifference to his struggles, her only reaction the occasional quiet belch or hand dropping to rub along the surface of her belly as it churned, despite her sister’s callous jokes and taunts as she played with Elle’s belly… you couldn’t help but admire the rest of Elle’s body.
The way her long, toned legs disappeared into her skirt, muscles visible under the smooth pale skin as she shifted in her seat. The way her ass formed a discernable shape even through the skirt’s fabric, firm, and curving outward from her hips. Her tits, DD cup at least, maybe EE, jutting out from her chest under the strained cover of her already stretched shirt. Her soft pink lips, pale blue eyes, long, golden blonde hair…
… You realized you were sitting there fantasizing for far too long. “Uhhmm n-no, no; that would be… bad…” you finished lamely, mumbling under your breath as the rest of the group either burst into laughter or awkwardly stared down at their sheet in silence. You feel Miranda’s right arm around your back as she pats you softly on the shoulder, eyes bright with laughter as she covers her mouth with her other hand.
Dropping her hand from your shoulder, Miranda reached forward to draw another card, sitting back against the couch as she read. “Have you ever… posted nudes of yourself online…? Well… I mean, I guess a few of my social media posts are pretty close…”
“Yes or no Mira; and remember you’re supposed to be trying to fool us,” Leah said, leaning forward and staring intently at Miranda, a grin across her face, her posture mirroring the interest suddenly shown by many in your group.
“Well… no; no, I have never posted any nudes. Just bikini photos.”
“And photos of you in just your robes. And photos of you in your ‘pajamas’” Harvey says, making the air quotes around the word ‘pajamas,’ “aannddd even some photos of you ‘disposing’ of your prey.”
“Aaaannndddd, you seem to be way too aware of all this for being my brother Harvey.” Miranda shot back, leaving Harvey blushing and quickly looking away as the women in the group tittered. “You go Taryn.”
“Alright, let’s see… ooh, a blank one!”
“It’s about time; go ahead and spin.” Alexa says, pushing the spinner toward Taryn.
With one hand on the ottoman to steady herself as she leaned forward and flicked the spinner with the other, Taryn watched it land on… Madelyn. “Ok, Madelyn, ask away.”
