Nikki Brooks Belly Novels & Stories

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.

“What do you want, Nikki?” “Awwww baby. Don’t be like that.” Nikki runs her manicured hand up and down my chest. She is wearing a hot pink, short bodycon dress. Her heels have to be at least 5 inches though she is still much shorter than me. Her makeup is heavy as hell and so unnecessary. I have slept with her a few times, but since I’ve met Zahara, there is no interest there. “I’m so glad you’re here. I missed you,” Nikki leans in to try to kiss me, but I push her away. Her face falls at this, but I don’t care.

If not, well, I’m sure I can find some ice cream somewhere. I can feel the butterflies in my stomach, which only increases when the doorbell rings. She’s here, and I’m not sure that I’m ready. I take a deep breath and walk to the door. I place my hand on the handle, take one last deep breath, and open the door. I swear my jaw hit the floor. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I really can’t breathe. If I had thought Nikki was beautiful before, nothing could prepare me for what I’m looking at now. She is absolutely stunning. She’s wearing a black halter dress. It fits her body like a glove and stops mid-thigh. The window from the halter is proudly displaying the best cleavage I think exists

I wear a demure floor-length flower dress with cap sleeves a sweetheart neckline and long silt exposing one oiled thigh, sitting on the blanket spread out on the floor. Niko sits behind me in a simple white shirt and black pants, the shirt is only burned up halfway revealing his chest, his position relaxed, his feet bare. He did glare at the make-up artist when she came close to him with her bottle of coconut oil indicating at his chest making the poor girl quake in her heels. “Looking into each other’s eyes, Yes! Like so,” the cameraman directs the camera clicking. “Niko places a hand on Lola’s belly, per-fect” is followed by more flashes and clicking.

"Shut up Nik, I was trying to think today's outfit onto my body." "Wait, what?" Nikki looked puzzled. "Nothing, let's go. I want to be the first ones there." I grabbed Nikki and Maisie's hands and we shimmered to the training house bathroom together. "It's getting better . . . but I can't get over the motion sickness . . . that comes with the shimmering thing." Nikki tried to speak between spouts of throw up. When her stomach was finally empty she rinsed her mouth out and splashed her face with water from the bathroom sink.

I reached around for the pull tab to undo the zip once I stood up straight, just as Anna had shown me when I put it on. I haven't wiped, my pee dripping down the inside of my leg, but I wouldn't have been able to wipe it myself anyway. The sound of the metal giving way as the pull tab unzips the dress was as loud as a pin dropping in a silent room. Niko raises his brown, standing up straight before stalking towards me. "Oh, Bee, you never know when to submit," he tells me. A silly bubble of excitement fills me with a warm sensation as I try to dart away from Niko's advance, but he grabs me just before I slip past him.

Nikki volunteered. And with that, I started my gruesome journey of changing clothes. In the end, Nicolo was able to make me try four dresses. The first one that I have tried was the kind of dress that is used for maternity shots. Not only was it so extravagant for the occasion it was also too long. The second dress that I have tried was so revealing. “Wow,” Nikki said after seeing me in the second dress, “Those boobs are just huge.” “It’s not my boobs,” I exclaimed, “It’s the dress, it’s too small!”

Her hair is down and wavy which makes her more sultry. "I'm so fine! How 'bout you?" her smile could reach her ears for how wide it is. "I'm great, you look magnificent Niki, you really don't change, do you?" "Please don't say that. I was getting so stressed seeing wrinkles around my eyes but they were due to stress in the first place." They split one's side and talk loudly. Gabbie did not know she is this bubbly and she loves it even more. She couldn't believe she would see her favorite model on this day and she felt everything was worth it.

Luna's Pov I looked up to see a lady who looked to be slightly older than I was, with long, smooth, and straight brown hair falling to her hips. She was dressed in a short satin nightgown with spaghetti straps, and looked alluring and beautiful in every way. Nikkie took my hand, pulling me closer to him. “Who are you?” Nikkie asked, and she took a few steps back, shy. Her voice sounded hoarse, like she hadn't conversed in ages.

After that, I removed her clothes and started to give her a bath. “Why my bewwy button wook diffent?” Nikki asks, inspecting my belly button and then her own. “Because you’re a baby and babies have outies, it might change to look like mine when you’re older,” I tell her, rinsing her hair. Roy-Imagine's mate is naked as an adult. Roy says, smirking in my mind. Stop it Roy, she’s just a baby. This is why we never give her baths. I should have just let Courtney do it like normal.