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 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. nikki and felicity belly stuffing part 1 target best
The rules are simple. Each woman gets $50 (the “Target Best” budget). They must fill their cart with the highest-calorie, most volume-heavy foods they can find. They then return to Nikki’s apartment, sit on the oversized sectional couch, and eat until one of them taps out. The winner gets bragging rights and the leftover snacks. Felicity looked down