Nikki And Felicity Belly Stuffing -part 1- Target File

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.

The "entree" of the stuffing session requires volume, not just sugar. Nikki pushed the cart toward the frozen aisle while Felicity grabbed a rotisserie chicken from the hot deli (eating it with her fingers out of the plastic container, grease dripping down her chin). Nikki And Felicity Belly Stuffing -Part 1- Target

"My turn," Nikki said, surrendering to the chaos. She grabbed the cold pizza and folded a slice in half, cramming it into her mouth. Then another. Then a donut. The walk to the car was humiliating and glorious