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The cashier raised an eyebrow. “Party tonight?” “Something like that,” Nikki replied, sliding her debit card. “It’s a scientific experiment.” 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.

Nikki laughed, cracking open a steamy box of pepperoni pizza. “Your funeral.” 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. nikki and felicity belly stuffing part 1 target best

Felicity looked down. She had indeed popped the top button of her high-waisted leggings. “That’s called creating expansion potential .” By the twenty-minute mark, both women had shifted from sitting upright to leaning back against the couch cushions. The coffee table looked like a battlefield. Empty pizza box. Muffin wrappers. A half-eaten jar of peanut butter and a sleeve of Ritz crackers. The cashier raised an eyebrow

Felicity’s eyes narrowed. She sat up—slowly, with a grunt—and grabbed the remaining three muffins. “I will eat these while looking you in the eye.” Plates were stacked

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: