Nikki And Felicity Belly Stuffing Part 1 Target Best May 2026

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.

“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.”

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

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. The cashier raised an eyebrow

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.”

“That’s the sound of victory,” she groaned. Plates were stacked

“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.