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 tried to laugh, but it came out as a burp. "Part 1 is just the warm-up. We still have the leftovers for tonight." Nikki And Felicity Belly Stuffing -Part 1- Target
The first bite was always the best. The soft, crumbly cookie dissolved on Nikki’s tongue. She felt her stomach wake up from its caloric hibernation. By the time they reached the refrigerated section, the six-pack was gone. Felicity’s cheeks were flushed with sugar. Nikki groaned, leaning back against a display of
"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. "I can’t finish the pizza
The final ten minutes of a Target stuffing are the most dangerous. This is where discipline breaks and gluttony takes the wheel. As they rolled toward the self-checkout, Felicity grabbed a box of Entenmann's Donuts and a liter of Mountain Dew.
"I think I ate a Target," Felicity whispered, leaning against the trunk.