I interjected, my voice laced with teasing and innuendo, "No, Marina, I think you'll be even more beautiful when you're chubby." I let my gaze drift down to her breasts, imagining how they would swell and strain against her clothes, threatening to tear the fabric with their massive size.
Marina blushed deeply, her cheeks turning a delicious shade of pink as she caught my meaning. Her grandmother laughed heartily, oblivious to the undercurrent of desire that passed between us. We finished our breakfast quickly, the tension between Marina and me growing more palpable with each passing moment. She shot me angry looks, clearly frustrated by my teasing, but I could see the spark of desire in her eyes, the anticipation of what was to come.
