Then Nikki let out a long, low groan and fell backward onto the couch cushions, hands cradling her enormous, stuffed middle. “I’m done. I’m officially done. You win Round One.”
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Nikki moved on to her second course: boxed mac and cheese with extra butter. She ate it standing up, claiming it “settles better.” But her posture betrayed her. She held one hand under her belly—now noticeably protruding, a tight drum of food pressing against her tank top. nikki and felicity belly stuffing part 1 target best
Felicity had switched to a tactical retreat. She was lying on her side, slowly spooning vanilla ice cream mixed with crushed Oreos into her mouth. Her stomach had become a shelf. When she rolled onto her back, the mound rose like a small hill, pushing her hoodie up to expose a strip of pale, taut skin.
The girls take on the “Target Best Organic Challenge,” featuring quinoa, kale chips, and protein bars. Can clean eating cause the same glorious expansion? Or will their stomachs finally revolt? Then Nikki let out a long, low groan
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.”
“Remember the rules,” Nikki said, tossing a family-sized bag of double-stuffed Oreos into her cart. “No carbonated drinks—too much air. We go for density. Pasta, bread, peanut butter, and frozen pizzas.” You win Round One
They argued over brands like sommeliers debating wine. Nikki opted for organic mac and cheese (three boxes). Felicity grabbed Favorite Day mini donuts and a jar of hot fudge. By the time they reached the checkout, both carts groaned under the weight of processed deliciousness.