Finally, on her twenty fifth bowl Stella gave in, letting out a belch of hot air thanks to the ramen's temperature. She pats her round stomach that sits perfectly in her entire lap.
" Oufh.. I think dessert.. may have to wait a little.. "
Stella leans on Belle's shoulder.
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wasn't one to be outdone, especially when it came to her favorite meal. She'd eagerly tear through bowl after bowl of ramen, her belly visibly swelling as she glutted herself.