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.”
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.” nikki and felicity belly stuffing part 1 target best
“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.
“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.” Back at the apartment, the coffee table became
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.”
Phase 1: The Carb Load (Minutes 0–20) Felicity initiated consumption with high velocity, utilizing a "slice-folding" technique to maximize intake speed. Nikki maintained a steady, deliberate pace.
Phase 2: The Protein Wall (Minutes 21–40) The group transitioned to the cheesy fries and the second pizza. The combination of cheese grease and carbohydrate density began to impact gastric emptying.
Phase 3: The Carbonation Catalyst (Minutes 41–50) Both subjects engaged in the consumption of the cream soda. The introduction of carbon dioxide gas created immediate volumetric changes.
The selection process for "Target: Best" focused on "comfort foods" known for high satiety density and expansion properties. Phase 2: The Protein Wall (Minutes 21–40) The
Every friendship has its peculiar traditions. For Nikki and Felicity, it wasn’t game nights or spa days. It was the quarterly “Target Best” challenge.
It started as a joke during a late-night grocery run. Nikki, a competitive eater with a hollow leg and a metabolism that defied physics, bet Felicity—a foodie with a sweet tooth and a surprisingly stretchy waistband—that she couldn’t finish a “Full Cart” from the store’s seasonal snack aisle. Felicity lost that first battle, but she won the war of pride. Now, six months later, they are back at the SuperTarget on Main Street for the highly anticipated rematch: Part 1 of the Belly Stuffing Saga.
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.
But this is Part 1. And the stakes have never been higher.