Felicity shook her head. “You think like a bodybuilder. I think like an artist.” She veered toward the bakery section, grabbing a six-pack of chocolate chip muffins the size of softballs. “The key to a belly stuffing is variety . You can’t just dump bricks of carbs into your stomach. You need strategy. Sweet, savory, salty, repeat.”
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. nikki and felicity belly stuffing part 1 target best
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. Felicity shook her head
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. “The key to a belly stuffing is variety
Nikki raised an eyebrow. “Bold talk for someone who just unbuttoned her jeans.”