Nikki And Felicity Belly Stuffing Part 1 Target Best -

Before the commencement of the "Target: Best" protocol, baseline observations were recorded.

Subject A: Nikki

Subject B: Felicity

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.

Felicity’s face was flushed. She had unzipped her hoodie completely, and her belly sat in her lap—round, hot, and hard. She pressed a palm to it and winced. “I think I felt a stitch.”

“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. nikki and felicity belly stuffing part 1 target best

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

They counted down. Three. Two. One.

Felicity swallowed. Nikki swallowed. For five seconds, neither moved.

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.”

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.” Before the commencement of the "Target: Best" protocol,

The first ten minutes are always deceptive. Nikki ate with military precision: bite, chew, swallow, repeat. She finished one entire Red Baron pizza in seven minutes—a personal record. Her stomach, flat and firm at the start, began to show the faintest curve above her waistband.

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.

“Feeling anything yet?” Nikki teased, patting her own slightly distended abdomen.

“My stomach is gurgling,” Felicity admitted. “But that’s just the muffins settling. I’m not stopping until I see stretch marks.”

Nikki raised an eyebrow. “Bold talk for someone who just unbuttoned her jeans.” Subject B: Felicity

Felicity looked down. She had indeed popped the top button of her high-waisted leggings. “That’s called creating expansion potential.”

Subject: Comprehensive Behavior and Dietary Log: Session 1 – "The Target" Participants: Nikki (Subject A), Felicity (Subject B) Date: [Current Date] Location: Residential Kitchen & Dining Area

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.

Felicity wore her “eating pants”: black leggings with a forgiving waistband. Nikki opted for sweatpants and a loose tank top. They weighed themselves on the bathroom scale for baseline data (a tradition Nikki insisted upon for “accuracy”). Then, they sat cross-legged on the rug.

“Part 1,” Felicity announced, recording a video on her phone. “Nikki and Felicity Belly Stuffing. Target Best. Let the record show that I, Felicity, will consume the entire muffin six-pack before Nikki finishes her second slice of frozen pizza.”

Nikki laughed, cracking open a steamy box of pepperoni pizza. “Your funeral.”