Nikki And Felicity Belly Stuffing Part 1 Target Best -

“That’s the sound of victory,” she groaned.

Nikki laughed, cracking open a steamy box of pepperoni pizza. “Your funeral.” The first ten minutes are always deceptive. Nikki ate with military precision: bite, chew, swallow, repeat. She finished one entire Red Baron pizza in seven minutes—a personal record. Her stomach, flat and firm at the start, began to show the faintest curve above her waistband. nikki and felicity belly stuffing part 1 target best

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.” “That’s the sound of victory,” she groaned

“Last bite,” Felicity said, holding up a single mini donut. “You and me. Simultaneous chew.” Nikki ate with military precision: bite, chew, swallow,

Nikki moved on to her second course: boxed mac and cheese with extra butter. She ate it standing up, claiming it “settles better.” But her posture betrayed her. She held one hand under her belly—now noticeably protruding, a tight drum of food pressing against her tank top.