Nikki And Felicity Belly Stuffing -part 1- Target Access

"You have to," Felicity whispered. "We haven't even hit the checkout line yet."

"Target," Nikki texted back. "No limits. No regrets." Nikki And Felicity Belly Stuffing -Part 1- Target

"My turn," Nikki said, surrendering to the chaos. She grabbed the cold pizza and folded a slice in half, cramming it into her mouth. Then another. Then a donut. "You have to," Felicity whispered

Felicity looked at the remaining groceries—the untouched chips, the half-pizza, the extra donuts—and smiled painfully. No regrets

Felicity cracked the soda open and chugged half of it in the checkout line. Nikki watched, horrified and impressed, as Felicity’s belly visibly swelled. The hoodie fabric stretched tight, pulling away from the waistband of her leggings. She looked nine months pregnant with triplets.

"I need a base," Felicity argued. "Sugar is the appetizer. Bread is the sponge. But pizza is the concrete."