"You're slowing down," Felicity teased, lifting her hoodie slightly to reveal her own swollen belly. It was taut and round, like she’d swallowed a small watermelon. "Look. I’ve already got a food baby. Name him Gregory."
This is the story of Part 1 of their infamous "Belly Stuffing" saga. Nikki And Felicity Belly Stuffing -Part 1- Target
The walk to the car was humiliating and glorious. Nikki held the shopping cart like a walker, her stomach protruding so far she couldn't see her feet. Felicity waddled beside her, groaning, unzipping her hoodie all the way to let her belly breathe. "You're slowing down," Felicity teased, lifting her hoodie
For Nikki and Felicity, Target wasn’t just a store; it was a battlefield. Most people walk through those iconic red sliding doors looking for home décor, discounted DVDs, or a new line of activewear. But for these two best friends and competitive eaters, the Super Target on the edge of town represented something far more dangerous: the ultimate grocery haul challenge. I’ve already got a food baby
The self-checkout machine beeped angrily. "Please remove the last item from the bagging area."