The smell of sizzling bacon and eggs filled the air as Brad put the finishing touches on a greasy breakfast spread. He glanced up as Bella entered the kitchen, already noticing the way her jeans seemed to strain against her fuller figure.
"Ugh, these jeans are getting so tight," she complained, rubbing her belly. "I can barely breathe."
Brad chuckled, giving her a knowing smile. "You're just getting more comfortable in your own skin, that's all."
Bella rolled her eyes, shooting him a teasing glare. "Easy for you to say, Mr. Fat-Loving Pig."
Brad grinned, unable to resist the bait. "Oh, you're my little heifer now, aren't you?" He gave her a playful slap on the butt, causing Bella to yelp in surprise.
"Hey, cut it out!" she protested, trying to swat him away. But Brad was undeterred, insisting she eat the breakfast he'd made for her.
Bella reluctantly started eating, but soon found herself pushing the plate away, full to the brim. "I can't finish this, Brad. It's too much."
Brad teased her, a twinkle in his eye. "Oh, come on, you need to fatten up more. You're looking too skinny these days."
Bella got up from the table, visibly annoyed. "I need to go for a walk, clear my head."
Brad suggested otherwise, trying to pull her back onto his lap. "Save the walking for later. Let's enjoy each other's company now."
Bella playfully pushed him away, a mischievous grin on her face. "Nope, I need to work off this food you made me."
Brad grinned, his mind already racing with thoughts of what he'd cook for her next meal. "Alright, I'll join you later. Don't forget to feed my little piggy!"
Bella shook her head, muttering something about "pigs and heifers" as she left the kitchen. But Brad was already thinking about what he'd make for her next feast, a wicked glint in his eye.
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