Nikki And Felicity Belly Stuffing Part 1 Target Best -

“Last bite,” Felicity said, holding up a single mini donut. “You and me. Simultaneous chew.”

Nikki smirked, but her own expression was tightening. She had moved to the cookies—the family-sized Oreo sleeve—and with each bite, her stomach swelled further, pressing against the waistband of her sweatpants until the elastic left red marks on her skin. The apartment grew quiet except for the occasional belch and the crinkle of plastic wrappers. Both women had given up on plates. They ate directly from containers. nikki and felicity belly stuffing part 1 target best

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.” “Last bite,” Felicity said, holding up a single

“Part 1,” Felicity announced, recording a video on her phone. “Nikki and Felicity Belly Stuffing. Target Best. Let the record show that I, Felicity, will consume the entire muffin six-pack before Nikki finishes her second slice of frozen pizza.” She had moved to the cookies—the family-sized Oreo