G_lko Hits The Spot
by Godiva

Copyright 2019, all rights reserved. No reproduction in any medium without prior permission.
This story is a work of fantasy intended only for adults. Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or fictional is purely for the purpose of satire and parody. No defamation is intended.

G_lko is an extremely stylish blond, but also sweet, with rich, tanned curves seeming far more mature than her eighteen years.
Gyaruko, her red-tressed older sister, is bustier, and spends her time soft-core modeling, drinking heavily and partying.
Ojou, classmate and best friend, tall, willowy, with long black hair; a very traditional beauty with an odd outlook.
Otako, classmate and other BFF, short, frizzy-haired; a childlike body with a razor-sharp mind.

How far down does a girl go before she comes?
If you only ingest and digest, is it still incest?
Tell us, please, tell us, G_lko, we want to know!

Late one afternoon, G_lko's voluptuous sister was tanning on the back porch in a skimpy micro-bikini, heavily into her fourth beer.
G_lko stomped into the house, grabbed an iced coffee from the refrigerator, and huffed her way out to the porch. The younger gal peeled off her over-strained school sweater, then dropped into the lounge chair next to her kin with a sigh. “Dammit.” G_lko muttered.
After a moment, Gyaruko lifted the edge of her straw hat with a perfectly manicured finger and smiled blandly. “Problems, sis?”
“No, yes...” The G-cup endowed blond sighed, further stretching her white uniform blouse. “Otako and Ojou were arguing again.”
Her even more richly gifted in the bodice sister took another deep sip of beer and nodded. “The weirdo and the rich kid. Okay.”
G_lko frowned. “That's not fair. Anyway, Otako found a formula for this old potion that totally relaxes and extends the muscles, so we decided to try it. Kinda fun. Then Ojou remembered this film she saw where this woman had a secret 'g' spot deep in her throat.”
Gyaruko sat up, drained the last of her beer, grinned tipsily. “You're kidding me.”
“Nuh-uh. Very infamous.” G_lko rubbed her nose. “Anyway, we got to, y'know, messin' around, and decided to see if we could find our secret spots.”
“And..?”
“Otako was easy. Ojou reached way down her throat, felt around a little, and she just about exploded.”
“Really.” Her sister's eyes were heavily lidded, following this tale of sensual experimentation raptly.
“I did Ojou. Slimy, but she started moaning pretty fast, too.”
“Then..?”
“Then nothing.” G_lko pouted. “They both tried, but nothing. Otako said it's because I'm so pure and innocent, then Ojou said no, it was due to their arms being way too darn short.”
“So..?” Gyaruko licked her full, red lips, breathing faster.
“I think they were teasing me, not really trying!” The younger girl pouted so hard her mouth looked like a big red honeybee.
“Poor baby!” The older sister sympathized, before asking thoughtfully “You, wouldn't have any of that potion, would you?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, I kept it, here...” G_lko answered absently, reaching into her deep cleavage and withdrawing a small green bottle.
Taking the container, her sister examined it. Grinning impishly, she popped the cork. “Why don't we give it a try, then?”
Hesitating only a moment, G_lko smiled back rebelliously. “Sure, why not?”
“As your sempai, I call first!” Gyaruko downed a dose with a quick gulp. “Mm, not bad.”
Waiting a few moments, the elder sister worked her jaw, then stretched it incredibly wide. “Wow.”
The younger sister straddled her on the bench, and carefully slid a hand in the open maw.
Poking around, G_lko grunted. “Can't, quite, reach anything. Feel something yet?”
“Uh-uh...” Gyaruko grunted. “De-ah...”
“Deeper? Okay...” Shifting, G_lko braced one hand against her sister's lower lip and shoved her other arm in all the way to her shoulder. Her face rubbed against her sister's gaping mouth as she searched for the sensitive trigger area within.
“Ick...” The buxom younger girl muttered, as drool slicked her sister's red lips, causing her to lose her grip. Her other hand slipped down the welcoming tunnel of her sister's throat.
As Gyaruko swallowed reflexively, G_lko's pretty head was pulled into her wide open mouth, wedged in place by her shoulders.
“Hey, don't! Lemme out!” Came the younger girl's muffled protest, already somewhere too far gone in the esophagus.
“Mmmm...” Was her sister's drunken response, tongue gliding sensuously over silken neck flesh.
“Ooo, whatcha doing?”
G_lko could feel her face growing red. Otako! And surely Ojou had to be with her! Catching her in such an embarrassing position with her sister! She wanted to hide or die!
“It's something kinky, that's for sure.” Otako declared.
“Looks like fun. I'll google it.” Ojou offered. “Hmm, it's called 'vore', see here?”
A few moments of clicking, overlaid with the odd gasp as Gyaruko enthusiastically continuing to slurp her sister.
“Well, it's certainly different, although if they wanna try, why not?” Otako finally said.
“Is that what you two really want, for G_lko to get swallowed?” Ojou asked.
Gyaruko's enthusiastic “Mmmm-hm!” completely drowned out her struggling sister's muffled denial.
“Okay, then we'll help!” Her friends cheerfully chorused.
Lifting G_lko's trim, tanned torso, the duo guided her enormous plush breasts and chest into her sister's hungry mouth, forcing the huge mounds inside. Gyaruko almost choked, but after that, the narrow waist was easy.
“Shouldn't we take her clothes off?” Ojou worried.
“Strip her in public? That would only embarrass her.” Her short, curly-haired friend admonished firmly.
“Ooo, look!” The taller, busty friend giggled as they fed G_lko's ripe bottom between Gyaruko's wide-stretched red lips. “Her cute panties are soaked.” She sniffed her fingers, touched them lightly with the tip of her tongue. “Kind of musky, yet floral. Very sexy.”
“Shame on you.” Otako tried to sound stern, but burst into giggles. “I guess she really is enjoying this. Makes you think, doesn't it?”
“Yeah...” Ojou licked pink lips reflectively before shifting her grip to help their friend's shapely tanned legs slip down her sister's hungry gullet.
As G_lko's feet wriggled into Gyaruko's mouth, each friend grabbed one pretty petite white lace sock, removing them. Ten perfectly pedicured, tanned bare little toes wiggled helplessly between sharp white teeth and crimson lips for an instant, then were gone.
Gyaruko continued to gulp, slurp and swallow loudly for a couple of minutes, then lay quietly for a moment. Her formerly trim tummy now swelled outwards nearly a meter, with shifting bulges as her sister struggled desperately within.
She gave a tremendous belch, struggled to sit up, finally managing with G_lko's friends help and spreading her thighs wide. But the top of her micro-bikini popped, as the bulge of her new belly curve forced her enormous breasts too far apart.
“How was she?” Otako asked.
“Mm, my lil' sis is awesome delicious!” Gyaruko answered drunkenly, rubbing her aching gut. “Imagine the tastiest pork sashimi you ever tasted, all smoky and musky.” Her fingers wandered, pinching freed nipples into thumb-sized erection.
“Wow.” The duo responded together, then giggled again. They came closer, began massaging her tummy and breasts.
Their sempai responded with shivering groans of pleasure, panting loud and fast, arching her back, one hand navigating past the writhing belly globe, then under the bikini strap to dip furiously into her soaked pussy. Scant seconds passed before she let out a tiny choked scream and collapsed.
Sweating, Gyaruko grinned at them. “Mmm, thanks, that felt niiiice. Buuuurp! Excuse me! Oh, wow, I'm still so full! You know we didn't plan this?”
G_lko's friends blushed furiously, covering their open mouths.
“No, no, we didn't.” Ojou said quietly, then smiled. “Well, what's done is done. Obviously it was meant to happen.”
“But now I haven't any idea what to do next. Ah!” Gyaruko smothered a hiccup as her still struggling sister shifted inside the swollen sphere of her stomach.
“Obviously, at this point you must digest her.” Otako declared solemnly.
“W, w, what?” The older sister sputtered.
“You did eat G_lko-chan. She became your food, a meal you obviously enjoyed very much. Complete the ritual; digest as much of her flesh as you can and poop out what's left.” The curly-haired girl explained. “It's all very natural.”
“I, I guess so...” Gyaruko said slowly. “Definitely didn't consider... But there's no turning back now, I guess.”
“Nope.” Ojou said happily. “In fact, if you consider the entire process of digestion, slowly turning your beautiful, beloved sister into fat and padding and ass and curves and boobs, then a bittersweet farewell series of trips to the bathroom, that makes all this even more... erotic!” She finished with an excited little moan, hands twitching near her own thighs.
“But, does that mean I'm gonna have to shit bones? And a skull?” The older sister asked, her voice rising in panic.
“Maybe not.” Otako rustled through her backpack, produced a small vial. “Here, drink this.”
“What is it?” Gyaruko asked as she complied.
“A super-digestive aid my father's company developed. Increases the speed and efficiency of your stomach by a factor of fifty.”
The busty gal's massively swollen belly rumbled. From deep inside there was a faint scream, then the wriggling bulges slowly stopped, finally smoothed out. She belched, hiccuped, reached in her mouth, and pulled out a huge pink lace bra. More hiccups followed, with more clothing items. A school uniform blouse and skirt, a vest, hair ribbon, a pair of lacy crotch-less red panties, then finally two pink silk leggings.
All of them were soaking wet, so she dropped them in a nearby laundry basket. With the last item, Gyaruko's tummy gurgled even more noisily and she paled.
“Oh, no!” Staggering awkwardly to her feet, Gyaruko dashed into the house. Seconds later, the sound of moans and repeated flushing echoed through the air. Then the shower ran for a moment.
After twenty minutes or so, the tanned gal walked cautiously back out onto the deck, now barely wearing a hugely bulging floral obi and carrying a six-pack.
Tossing a cold beer to each of her sister's anxious friends, she cracked one, drank deeply and leaned against the wall.
“This was an interesting day.” Gyaruko murmured, sounding far more sober. “And not something I'm likely to forget.”
“We'll all remember G_lko.” Ojou agreed, slowly licking a still slightly sticky finger meditatively.
“She left a lot of great memories.” Otako sighed.
“That's not all.” Gyaruko opened her robe. “I got these.”
The exaggerated concealed curves they'd assumed were her belly, still bulging with their friend's digesting body, were in fact Gyaruko's breasts. Now even more gigantic, the pair of full, round, slightly dangling elongated spheres were almost half her body weight. They were separated only slightly by a gently curved, nearly normal stomach. Stiffening in the first cool evening breeze, the soft brown nipple at the tip of each breast was larger than her hand.
“Oh, my.” Ojou stared. For some reason all she could think of was how tasty they looked.

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