Picky Piggy X Bubba Bubbaphant Novels & Stories

It took a while before she calm herself down. "Erella, I still want to eat the desserts," Tubby said touching his tummy. Eddie knocked his head. "You are really a pig! Didn't you see what happened earlier?" Eddie asked angrily. "Tubby, you need to control yourself," Suzy said. "He is a pig for a long time!" Flynn butted in. "I am not a pig! I am a mouse! I still really want to eat those desserts because they are delicious," Tubby replied with puppy eyes.

That if I just tried harder, loved him better, lost more weight, complained less, smiled more — maybe then he’d finally love me back. But he’d never loved me. He’d never even liked me. I was a checkmark on Papa Niel’s list. A broodmare. A means to $2.3 billion. I pulled myself together through sheer force of will. Crying wouldn’t save me. Planning would. I moved to the closet and pulled down the small duffel bag I’d hidden behind winter coats last year — a bag Bruce didn’t know existed, purchased with money skimmed from grocery receipts over months. Inside: $347 in cash. Not much, but it was something.

The kids look at the pig in wonder behind Sebastian and the mayor's long legs. "This here, is Trixie. Trixie, as well as most Pigs, are very intelligent animals, who are curious and very smart," Holly says slowly for the children. "They love to be around other pigs and even people, too!" The kids gasp, as five piglets appear from a pile of hay around the corner. Holly smiles, as if she knew this was going to happen. The cameras snap relentlessly behind us. "These are Trixie's babies," she points to each piglet, "Buster, Dash, Mini, Blackie and Bonnie!"

**Zoe** "Why are we at a pig farm?" "What do you mean why are we at a pig farm? We're completing exams on over 100 pigs," Michael exclaimed proudly. "I mean, I get that we have a job to do, but don't you think you would've saved the pigs for the end of the day?" "Did you bring a change of clothes?" "Yes." "Well, then you're good. Let's go!" I whined softly as I dragged myself out of the Jeep. "Get it together. This is what you asked for, Z," I said, giving myself a mini pep talk.

"We missed you bigtime, Bubu bear." "Missed you, too, Mom," Ira planted a kiss on his mother's cheek. "You don't have to call me Bubu bear for Pete's sake." Chloe caught a glimpse of his awkward smile which she found utterly ludicrous. Helena pulled away from their hug and giddily pinched both of his prominent sexy cheeks. She could tell Ira got his undeniable good looks from his mestiza Filipina mom while the authoritative manner was from his half-Turkish, half-Italian father. Such a great combination of DNA, she ought to herself. Not too long they were all settled in the spacious lounge area where a middle-aged woman showed up to serve assorted refreshments and tarts. It was as if Chloe's

Little baby considered the question carefully before shaking his head. Laughter became more pronounced, most no longer able to hold their laughs. “How do you think little uncle puts food on the table?” Chris asked with a teasing smile. Little baby thought for a while before sighing. He got up from his chair and ran upstairs. He returned hugging a little piggie piggy bank and placed it before Chris. “Here, you can have this.” He didn’t stop. He walked over to his daddy, “Give me your money card.” Darcy hooked a brow, pursing his lips that were curled up in a teasing arc.

Amber hair, small face, large eyes, and that sensuous lips. His sugar baby that got away. “Tch. You’re a trouble maker, Ann.”

Instead, it was an ultra-HD video. The footage was dimly lit, set against the grimy backdrop of a pigsty. Steve wore nothing but a red thong. A rough hemp rope was tied around his neck, and the other end was held firmly in Paige's hand. He crawled on all fours through the mud, emitting eerily realistic pig grunts. "Master, I'm your most loyal slave. This mud smells so good. This is what real life is." He crawled to Paige's feet and began frantically licking her toes, which were caked in pig manure.

He blushed lightly and smiled softly, "Well, I'm happy that you enjoyed it so much." She grinned happily and pecked his lips. "Are you hungry?" he questioned. She nodded and shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, "Yeah, kinda. Can we order pizza?" He smiled wider, "Of course, baby girl! What do you want?" "Surprise me," she smiled and snuggled further into his arms. "Alright, okay. I'll have a medium cheese and tomato pizza and you?" "How about you get two slices of pepperoni and sausage pizza?"

The screaming outside dragged on for almost half an hour. Then it stopped. When the silence settled in, I slowly lifted my head. Something black rolled to my feet. Bubba stood there, 24-karat gold eyes shining, chin tipped up like he'd just saved the world. "Dad, I bit off every zombie head on the block. I'm solid, right?" *** Who just talked? "Ahhh—monsters!" Missy calmly licked the blood off her paw. The leg that used to limp looked strong now.