Nikki And Felicity Belly Stuffing Part 1 Target Best 〈WORKING〉

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Felicity’s face was flushed. She had unzipped her hoodie completely, and her belly sat in her lap—round, hot, and hard. She pressed a palm to it and winced. “I think I felt a stitch.”

Felicity had switched to a tactical retreat. She was lying on her side, slowly spooning vanilla ice cream mixed with crushed Oreos into her mouth. Her stomach had become a shelf. When she rolled onto her back, the mound rose like a small hill, pushing her hoodie up to expose a strip of pale, taut skin. nikki and felicity belly stuffing part 1 target best

Then Nikki let out a long, low groan and fell backward onto the couch cushions, hands cradling her enormous, stuffed middle. “I’m done. I’m officially done. You win Round One.”

She did. Two of them, anyway. The third she had to break into pieces, washing each chunk down with water. Her belly now strained against the leggings, creating a deep, visible curve that brushed the top of her thighs. She rubbed it gently, moaning. Liked this story

Felicity’s eyes narrowed. She sat up—slowly, with a grunt—and grabbed the remaining three muffins. “I will eat these while looking you in the eye.”

“My stomach is gurgling ,” Felicity admitted. “But that’s just the muffins settling. I’m not stopping until I see stretch marks.” She had unzipped her hoodie completely, and her

The cashier raised an eyebrow. “Party tonight?” “Something like that,” Nikki replied, sliding her debit card. “It’s a scientific experiment.” Back at the apartment, the coffee table became a landscape of indulgence. Plates were stacked. Forks were sharpened. A pitcher of water sat between them—for hydration, not cheating.