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 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.
Felicity took a different approach. She ate slowly, savoring each bite of muffin and dipping the pieces into hot fudge. By minute twelve, she had consumed three of the six muffins. Her belly, softer and more responsive, had swollen into a visible roundness that strained the fabric of her oversized hoodie. nikki and felicity belly stuffing part 1 target best
“Feeling anything yet?” Nikki teased, patting her own slightly distended abdomen.
“My stomach is gurgling,” Felicity admitted. “But that’s just the muffins settling. I’m not stopping until I see stretch marks.”
Nikki raised an eyebrow. “Bold talk for someone who just unbuttoned her jeans.”
Felicity looked down. She had indeed popped the top button of her high-waisted leggings. “That’s called creating expansion potential.”
The selection process for "Target: Best" focused on "comfort foods" known for high satiety density and expansion properties. Back at the apartment, the coffee table became
Subject A: Nikki
Subject B: Felicity
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.
Nikki moved on to her second course: boxed mac and cheese with extra butter. She ate it standing up, claiming it “settles better.” But her posture betrayed her. She held one hand under her belly—now noticeably protruding, a tight drum of food pressing against her tank top.
Felicity had switched to a tactical retreat. She was lying on her side, slowly spooning vanilla ice cream mixed with crushed Oreos into her mouth. Her stomach had become a shelf. When she rolled onto her back, the mound rose like a small hill, pushing her hoodie up to expose a strip of pale, taut skin. Subject A: Nikki
“I can hear the food digesting,” Felicity whispered dramatically. “It sounds like a cement mixer.”
“That’s just your organs screaming for mercy,” Nikki replied. She finished the mac and cheese and immediately grabbed the bag of sour gummy worms. “We’re barely halfway. You gonna quit?”
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.”
She did. Two of them, anyway. The third she had to break into pieces, washing each chunk down with water. Her belly now strained against the leggings, creating a deep, visible curve that brushed the top of her thighs. She rubbed it gently, moaning.
“That’s the sound of victory,” she groaned.
Nikki smirked, but her own expression was tightening. She had moved to the cookies—the family-sized Oreo sleeve—and with each bite, her stomach swelled further, pressing against the waistband of her sweatpants until the elastic left red marks on her skin.
This report details the events of the initial "belly stuffing" session, codenamed "Target: Best." The primary objective was to test the gastric limits of Subject A (Nikki) and Subject B (Felicity) through a structured, high-volume caloric intake. The session focused on the consumption of a diverse "best-of" menu comprising dense proteins, simple carbohydrates, and sugary beverages. Subject B acted as the primary initiator and competitor, while Subject A adopted a more passive, endurance-based approach. The session resulted in significant abdominal distension for both parties, with distinct behavioral and physical outcomes noted.