Nikki Brooks Belly Novels & Stories

I dragged my dress down and bent slightly, trying to see if I could find how big it was. “What are you doing?” Nicki’s voice almost startled me. “Nicki, will it go back to normal? Jimmy drilled a hole down there. I swear, I didn’t know he was that big.” I was pointing down at my private region. “Ouch! Why did you do that?” I yelped when she spanked my head. “It’s elastic, Irish. It’ll always go back to its shape,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Just go for a moderate size next time. Look at how petite you are. Wait, shouldn’t you be nursing a broken heart right now?”

" Why'd you think? I missed you. My brother never allowed me to come over. He was always the bossy boy. A great bully. He should be rewarded. I have come here several times but the thing is, he always gave orders not to open up the gates for me. He has always been like that since he was a child. So, I hope you have a lot to tell me, I am starving for gist." Nikki brought out her phone, taking several pictures. Of course, how could I forget she was a social media influencer. She's everywhere. F******k, I*******m…TikTok…Twitter.. she had that time. Her make-up was light and it blended with her skin. " I have stories for ya, not lists though. And who helped you with your makeup?" I really wante

Sharon had come by a few times and brought Nikkie a change of clothes and underwear. I wrapped the necessary clothes in a plastic bag, then returned to the bathroom to help Nikkie. "Aaaa! What are you doing? Why did you come in? Richard pervert!" cried Nikkie in shock. Although it wasn't as loud as usual, I was glad Nikkie could now scream. This proved that she was not too deep in depression anymore and would soon be back to being her usual Nikkie. Nikkie had just moved to undo the knot in the hospital pajamas at the shoulder, revealing the pale skin of the shoulder. Was Nikkie feeling embarrassed?

My nipples were stiff peaks now, obvious through my shirt, and I knew he saw. Heat pooled low in my belly, dirty and unwanted and way too strong. “Welcome to the program, Brooke,” he said quietly. “Let’s get started.”

He jokingly suggests. "Hmm, maybe but until then this will have to hold you over," I send. Immediately I took a picture of myself from the neck down. I am only in my jeans and a bra. I turned my body in a way so he could see the curve of my ass but still see the full swell of my breasts in my bra and smooth toned belly. "Sneak peak, see you in a bit." I replied looking playfully at Karen while she shook her head telling me I was mean. I laughed.

"If that's what suits you." The private gym downstairs was empty, which was exactly how I wanted it, no one watching while I worked through a light routine, enough to make sure my stomach was flat and tight under the bikini instead of bloated from two days in bed. Halfway through my workout, I propped my phone against a water bottle and called Rei. "Okay but do you actually think Nike's cute, or is it just the basketball thing," she said, without so much as a hello. "Both. Obviously both."

he says, “And show us that beautiful body of yours.” I feel a warm glow in my chest from Maverick’s praise. I pull down the rest of my bodysuit so that I’m wearing just my elaborate one piece lingerie and thigh-high leather boots. Brooks comes up behind me and reaches his hand between my legs. He runs his fingers up and down my folds, wetting his hand with my pussy juice. “Actually, keep this on,” Brooks says as he yanks the thin black ribbon wedged between my ass cheeks, “We can already see everything anyway.”

Nikki spat as I was just refilling my cup. “Not a twerk battle again.” I heaved out. Nikki has been fond of twerk battles and dancing in general and honestly, she’s quite the monster and she would easily devour anyone. Not only that she’s gifted with a modelesque figure, but she’s also good at working the dance floor. She might not have the biggest bum out there but she surely does have the moves to back things up. “Oh yes, honey! I’m going to throw my ass out there and slay everyone.” Gritting with such confidence, Nikki pulled me once again.

She turns on her hell and walks out of my dressing room. “You might as well stop worrying about it. She wants you to have a good time and enjoy shopping with her. Money isn’t an object to her, so just be in the moment,” Nikki said. I watched as she pulled her dress up and I let out a whistle. “Oh my gosh, is that your dress?” I asked her in awe. It also had spaghetti straps, but her dress is black and so sheer it’s almost see-through. She gives me a half-smile and does a spin. The split goes up the back and stops right below her ass. The chest area cuts low, right below her tits and it’s somehow keeping her chest pushed up and together even though there’s nothing keeping the dress together.

She was smiling and didn't look particularly nervous, which surprised me a little. Sitting to her right, in the upholstered chair, was Nicole. Nicole is short, barely 5 feet tall, with jet black hair and an olive complexion, but she's easily the most shapely of the girls. She's Italian, a New Yorker, but she looks like she could be a long lost Kardashian sister. She was wearing a tight-fighting, sequined blue dress; it was backless, with the front of the dress tying around her neck. It didn't show any cleavage, but it didn't need to; there was no question who had the biggest breasts in the room.