“That’s just your organs screaming for mercy,” Nikki replied. She finished the mac and cheese and immediately grabbed the bag of sour gummy worms. “We’re barely halfway. You gonna quit?”
The cashier raised an eyebrow. “Party tonight?” “Something like that,” Nikki replied, sliding her debit card. “It’s a scientific experiment.” Back at the apartment, the coffee table became a landscape of indulgence. Plates were stacked. Forks were sharpened. A pitcher of water sat between them—for hydration, not cheating.
“Feeling anything yet?” Nikki teased, patting her own slightly distended abdomen. nikki and felicity belly stuffing part 1 target best
Felicity looked down. She had indeed popped the top button of her high-waisted leggings. “That’s called creating expansion potential .” By the twenty-minute mark, both women had shifted from sitting upright to leaning back against the couch cushions. The coffee table looked like a battlefield. Empty pizza box. Muffin wrappers. A half-eaten jar of peanut butter and a sleeve of Ritz crackers.
Felicity took a different approach. She ate slowly, savoring each bite of muffin and dipping the pieces into hot fudge. By minute twelve, she had consumed three of the six muffins. Her belly, softer and more responsive, had swollen into a visible roundness that strained the fabric of her oversized hoodie. “That’s just your organs screaming for mercy,” Nikki
Felicity, triumphant but barely able to move, raised a fist in victory. Her belly sloshed audibly when she shifted. “Target Best champion,” she whispered. “Part 1 goes to me.” They lay there for an hour, side by side, groaning, laughing, and swearing they would never eat again (a lie they both knew they’d break by breakfast). Nikki admitted defeat gracefully, though her eyes held a competitive gleam. “This isn’t over. Part 2 is reverse psychology. We eat the healthiest things in Target until we pop.”
“That’s your diaphragm giving up,” Nikki said, though she wasn’t doing much better. She was chewing an Oreo with the enthusiasm of a prisoner eating last meal rations. Her stomach had expanded so much that she couldn’t see her feet. When she breathed, her belly rose and fell like a slow tide. You gonna quit
They counted down. Three. Two. One.