There's no way to hide it right now, you suppose.

Just grab her. Grab her. Just do it.

And you do--you reach both your arms forwards, grab Giggling Girl by the shoulders, and shove her head into your mouth.
In the same motion, you bring your arms slightly upwards and lift her so slightly off of the ground, in preparation to tilt your head back and make the downing easier.

The thicker girl takes a step back in surprise and unease, staring at your quick motions. The timid one has already bolted down a good 10 feet. She's probably a lost meal.

Your head is now tilted back. You press your tongue downwards in your mouth and let the Giggler fall in a bit more before pressing upwards to hold her in place so you can take another breath and use your arms. While her shirt is going to be on for the ride down, you still have to work swiftly to unbutton her denim hot pants. It's actually a fairly impressive display as you rip the pants down her legs in one fluid armstretch--working swiftly tends to look graceful if everything goes well. Her panties are pretty weak-looking; indeed, you use both your hands to just grab it and rip the fabric apart. There is a muffled protest. Who cares?

You continue to swallow, and you put your hands back to controlling her in the air and let your tongue prob. It pushes up her shirt, it pushes around her bra until you can take a couple good licks of her breasts and nipples, and then you take a couple massive swallows and rest her normal and unremarkable stomach. Oh, wait, you think you feel a belly button stud pierced. There is another muffled protest. Her voice is definitely something you would not be able to stand in even mild doses.

You have the feeling of hunger right now. Your stomach wants to have something sit inside of it. Screw the play. She don't need no stinkin' climax. She doesn't deserve it now, doing all this kicking around.
Swallow. Swallow. You definitely do lots of licking, but it's not about savoring. Swallow that meat, feel the belly bulge.

And you're done swallowing her feet. It's already over. You realize you had closed your eyes at the pleasure of feeling her inside of you, and open them as you untilt your head back to eye level with other people.

The timid girl is nowhere in sight, but the meaty morsel is...