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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. The apartment grew quiet except for the occasional belch and the crinkle of plastic wrappers. Both women had given up on plates. They ate directly from containers.

“Remember the rules,” Nikki said, tossing a family-sized bag of double-stuffed Oreos into her cart. “No carbonated drinks—too much air. We go for density. Pasta, bread, peanut butter, and frozen pizzas.”

Felicity swallowed. Nikki swallowed. For five seconds, neither moved.

“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?”

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.

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