Nikki goes for the Hot Pockets. She eats them in pairs, rotating them like a revolver. Meatball, then mozzarella, then meatball. By minute eight, the first signs of distension appear—a soft curve above Nikki’s leggings.
“You’re a beautiful, stuffed balloon,” Felicity says, tearing into the bag of Doritos. She scoops the queso blanco directly from the jar, using the chips as a shovel. The salt makes her crave the sweets. The sweets make her crave the salt. Nikki And Felicity Belly Stuffing -Part 1- Target
“And a bakery.”
They sit in silence for a long minute, two stuffed soldiers in a Target food court. A security guard approaches. “Ladies, you’ve been here for two and a half hours. You need to move along.” Nikki goes for the Hot Pockets
Stay tuned for Part 2: Walmart - The Supercenter Showdown. By minute eight, the first signs of distension
They decimate the pizza in twelve minutes. Felicity folds her slices in half, shoveling them in with mechanical precision. Her tie-dye sweatshirt is no longer loose; it rides up, revealing a pale, taut belly that is beginning to resemble the dough they just ate.
Nikki pulls out her phone, snaps a photo of the destruction—empty jars, crumb-covered trays, two massive, overstuffed bellies—and captions it: