Target - Nikki And Felicity Belly Stuffing -part 1-

"Target," Nikki texted back. "No limits. No regrets."

Nikki groaned, leaning back against a display of throw pillows. Her own stomach was harder now. The cookies and cheese had formed a dense, heavy knot. "I can’t finish the pizza." Nikki And Felicity Belly Stuffing -Part 1- Target

"PhD in Fullness," Felicity shot back.

"We hit the bakery first," Felicity instructed, pushing the cart with a glint in her eye. "Carbs hit the bloodstream faster. It relaxes the stomach muscles." "Target," Nikki texted back

Neither of them moved. They couldn't. They were anchored to the tile floor by the sheer weight of processed food. " Felicity instructed

"You have to," Felicity whispered. "We haven't even hit the checkout line yet."

The self-checkout machine beeped angrily. "Please remove the last item from the bagging area."