“Remember,” Nikki says, grabbing a second cart just for the soft drinks and whipped cream. “We aren’t just eating. We are expanding .”
They don’t finish the ice cream. They don’t finish the second sleeve of cookies. They sit in a food coma, slumped against the sticky red booth, hands resting on their tight, groaning stomachs. Nikki And Felicity Belly Stuffing -Part 1- Target
Felicity adds (Meatball Mozzarella), a bag of frozen mozzarella sticks , and a Red Baron pepperoni pizza . “Remember,” Nikki says, grabbing a second cart just
Felicity starts with the mac & cheese. She doesn’t use a fork. She uses a serving spoon. Three massive, cheesy, elbow-macaroni-laden bites go down in fifteen seconds. Her stomach, already primed from a light breakfast of nothing, gurgles in protest. They don’t finish the second sleeve of cookies
She shifts in her seat. A small, involuntary urp escapes her lips.
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 looks at Felicity. Felicity looks at Nikki.