The House Boy Ch. 3

Eight Months Ago…

A month to the day following his unexpected, artificial insemination, Austin sat on the side of his bed looking down at his feet. The bed he'd recently been so excited about, and the feet he now knew he wouldn't be able to easily see in the not so distant future. He fucking hated his brother…

"Yo, pretty boy! Ready to go?" Shane suddenly barked at him after flinging his door open without bothering to knock.

A glowering Austin turned to look at him. When he did, he found the fraternity President standing there, leaning against his door frame with a huge smile on his face. Had it not immediately gotten him fired, sued, and probably thrown in jail, Austin would've punched the stupid smirk right off Shane's face, but lucky for him, he was the stupid one, and James was a real asshole.

"Oh, come on now…" Shane chided a few seconds later as his glum, dejected looking House Boy puttered out of his room without making eye contact. "This is a big, exciting day! And don't worry… Being pregnant isn't as bad as you think!"

"Have you ever been pregnant?!"

"Ha!" Ha laughed. "Hell no!"

"So then how would you know?" Austin scoffed.

"How would you?" Shane countered.

"Because thanks to you…"

"No, thanks to you and your brother,," he corrected.

"Whatever… I am pregnant now and I already hate it! It is just as bad as I thought it would be, which till a month ago, I…"

"We don't know for sure if you are," Shane interrupted again. "That's why we're going to see Dr. Thompson again!"

Austin couldn't help but shudder slightly at the mention of the doctor. The forty-something, Sigma Phi Epsilon alum (shocker) had been nice enough, but he'd understandably made Austin's shit list after shoving whatever the device was called up his fucking ass, and implanting several fertilized embryos. Today was the day they all found out how many had taken, which Austin knew some had. It made him sick to think about let alone admit it, but he already knew he was pregnant.

"I've been puking my guts out every morning for two weeks now! I know I'm fucking knocked up!" He groaned.

"Fair enough," Shane replied. "That's why no one's complained that you keep serving breakfast late."

"How fucking considerate!" Austin huffed.

"You're welcome. But we still need to see Thompson to find out how pregnant you are…" the frat President replied as they made it downstairs.

"Can't fucking wait…"

"I wanna hit the gym for another training session when we get back. You gonna be up for it?"

"Do I even have a choice?"

"Not really…" Shane chuckled. "Other duties as…"

"Assigned. I fucking get it now!" The House Boy rolled his eyes. "So yeah… I'll do a training session for you, but there's no point in me working out anymore… My body's gonna be ruined after this!" He groaned. "All my hard work, right down the fucking drain, and for what?! Just so your twisted frat can carry out some fucked up tradition?!"

"Pretty much."

"Why?" He demanded. "Why the hell does your House Boy have to be knocked up?!"

"Why not?" Shane shrugged. "Like you said, it's tradition," he finished nonchalantly as they stepped outside.

The only response Austin gave was a huff as he went around to his side of the car. He made a point to slam the door and yank his seat belt on, not that it much mattered… But still, fuck tradition, and fuck himself for having been such a goddamn, naivë idiot!

For what (very) little it was worth, Shane wasn't entirely demented, twisted or evil… He'd gotten loads of requests from other brothers, and all of the potential biological parents had asked to be there for this appointment, but he turned them all down. He would've loved to share what he was sure was going to be a momentous appointment (he just had a feeling,) but he knew Austin would be (further) mortified. None of the alumni/potential parents-to-be were happy about not being present for "the big reveal" as this was one of the fraternity's traditions too, but some traditions were made to be broken, and Shane saw himself as a somewhat progressive President, so…

Twenty minutes later, he found himself wishing he hadn't been "so thoughtful…" Had he allowed an audience, Sigma Phi Epsilon's current President would've been showered with congratulatory accolades for having selected such a fertile new House Boy! After being told by Dr. Thompson that he was pregnant with five babies, Austin looked like he was about to experience another (severe) bout of morning sickness, but Shane looked over the fucking moon, because he fucking was!

"Impressive" as it might be, by no means was a "quintuplet" pregnancy record-setting, at least when it came to Sigma Phi Epsilon… Shane had been telling the truth when he confirmed with Austin he had "big shoes" to fill because during his last pregnancy (for multiple alumni, anyway,) the House Boy he'd replaced, Dante, had carried seven, hopefully future members! So while he'd yet to fill any shoes, Austin was undeniably off to a good start because it'd been almost twenty years since a first-time House Boy had been so successfully inseminated. Of course he'd be the one to get "so lucky…"

Austin didn't know what he wanted/needed to do more: cry or throw up? He ended up doing (more than) a little bit of both… Fortunately, following his "exciting" announcement, Dr. Thompson had seen this coming and provided the recently confirmed to be (very) pregnant House Boy with a box of tissues and a disposable basin to puke into, both of which he put to good use. All the while, a visibly excited and elated Shane began taking pictures and video he'd all too happily share with everyone else later.

After finding out he was carrying five babies and subsequently puking and crying his guts and eyes out, the remainder of the appointment passed in a convoluted blur. Austin had scarcely said a word by the time he and Shane headed back to his car, during which, the President was already on the phone, making quick, back-to-back phone calls because now more than ever, there was a party to plan! No, not a party… a rager!

As he continued to make preparations for the celebratory shindig, transitioning to using his earpiece so he had both hands free, Shane made Austin train him at the gym as soon as they got back to the house. Even though he'd already known he was pregnant, hearing that he was and that it was with five fucking babies, left the eighteen year old in a numb fog. What he told the frat President to do, or how many reps, he had no fucking idea, but Shane didn't complain. All he did was fucking talk about the party that was to happen that night, supposedly in his honor.

"I wanna look like you," Austin vaguely recalled Shane telling him as he hit the free weights. "Like you do now…"

He'd barely moved into the frat house when he started getting compliments on his body. At the time, a still unsuspecting, still clueless Austin had appreciated all the good and envious things seemingly everyone had to say about his fit and toned form. As such, he was happy to provide all the tips and pointers he could, whenever he was asked. Now knowing he was so pregnant, the thought of the gym, training or his soon-to-be former body made him nauseous.

To Shane (and Austin's) credit, the rager was pretty damn epic. Everyone but the House Boy had a wild, super fun time. Austin was too busy serving drinks, accepting "congratulations," worrying and mentally berating himself to have any fun. He didn't appreciate what was/going to happen to him, but everyone else sure seemed to. Wonderful…

Seven Months Ago…

A month later, when his middle started to bloat and his abs began to disappear, Shane threw another party in Austin's honor. As soon as he started to show, the House Boy figured his appeal and the compliments he got would taper off, but they didn't. Everyone but him enjoyed what was happening to his body and were eager to celebrate the now noticeable changes.

Austin was required not only to help prep for the party, but work it as well. At this wild shindig, he wasn't allowed to wear a shirt so everyone could see his already growing middle. Once epically proud of his body (and rightfully so,) the eighteen year old now considered going without coverage the worst, most embarrassing thing ever. Going shirtless held the title for about half an hour before Austin got asked to do something even more mortifying…

He got "asked" for a blowjob. One he had no choice but to give, right there in front of the crowd gathered in the living room.

The first brother to request the "service" the House Boy had yet to realize he'd have to provide, was a senior named Jamal. To this day, Jamal had the biggest dick Austin had ever seen or (fortunately) had to take. It was massive: over eleven inches long and over half as thick. Had Jamal not had the cushy safety net of one day taking over his family's business, he could've made a very good living doing porn he was so epically proportioned below the belt.

Thanks to all the time he spent in locker rooms, either at the gym or at school, Austin had seen plenty of dicks, but never one so big or so up close (and eventually, in.) Jamal made his unexpected request by approaching the DJ and asking him to stop the music so he could address the crowd. As he waited for everyone to quiet down, mic in hand, a big smile on his dark, handsome face, and a rapidly growing bulge in his shorts, the senior searched the still unsuspecting Austin out in the crowd. Once he found him, he locked his gaze on him as he waited for Shane to make his way to the small dais that had been set up in front of the fireplace.

"Looks like everyone's enjoyin' themselves!" He started once the President was by his side. "I know I'm about to!" He beamed as he winked at Austin. Weird… "Most of you probably know, the privilege of the first blowjob of the year usually belongs to the President…" he said as he draped his arm over Shane's shoulders. "But since our last House Boy was literally my brother and I never got the chance to take advantage of some of his services, Shane has graciously passed the privilege to me this year!" He grinned as he excitedly bounced up and down. "Now where's James?" He asked, breaking his awkwardly held gaze with Austin to search the crowd again.

Austin's asshole brother had adjusted quite nicely to life as the fraternity's Vice President. He did a great job working under Shane and all the bros liked him, not to mention the alumni were very pleased he'd sourced their newest House Boy. But now, when Austin caught sight of him across the room, his brother looked sheepish and embarrassed as he cautiously raised his hand.

"Sorry, bro…" Jamal went on, sounding anything but as he chuckled. "If anyone knows how awkward this is gonna be for you, it's me!" He laughed again as he nodded. "But I promise, watchin' your brother blow your other brothers, does eventually get easier!"

For the time being, Austin still had no fucking clue what Jamal was talking about? He was Dante's brother? First blowjob of the year? "Other services?" Austin was super confused and becoming increasingly concerned…

"But first, it does get harder. Literally!" Jamal chuckled some more as he gave his bulging crotch a solid pat, further drawing everyone's attention to it. "So let's just rip that bandaid off… Come on up here, bro. You too, Austin," he nodded as his eyed honed back in on the House Boy.

Everyone whooped and cheered as the Davis brothers made their way up. James and Austin hadn't talked in over a month by then, let alone made eye contact, the latter still justifiably furious with his older brother. To be fair, he was mad at himself too, but most definitely, more so, James… When they reached the dais from opposite sides, the brothers finally looked at each other, James quickly breaking the death stare his now visibly pregnant little brother was giving him.

"The Davis brothers, everyone!" Jamal announced to more cheers and applause. "No offense, J, but I totally would've contested the election had Shane not promised me this!" He laughed. "I can't wait to hear what words of advice you have for you lil' bro before he tries not to break his jaw blowin' me!" He whooped and laughed as he handed a mortified James the mic.

The Vice President had no choice but to take it. As he did, he tried to keep his hand from shaking uncontrollably and a smile on his face, but Austin noticed his struggle.

"T-t-thanks, Jamal," James nodded. "And thank you, James," he said as he turned to smile at the President. "I'm sure everyone already knows him by now, but uh…" he paused to clear his throat. "I appreciate the chance to… officially introduce everyone to my… little brother, Austin, Sigma Phi Epsilon's newest House Boy, now confirmed to be pregnant with… with, um… uh…"

"Quintuplets, people!" Shane cut him off. He didn't have the microphone, but he didn't need it. His shouted proclamation drew thunderous applause. "Five fuckin' babies! Already gavin's Jamal's older brother, Dante, a run for his money!"

"Hell yeah, he is!" James jumped back in with a nervous laugh, hoping he sounded as pumped and excited, even though he felt anything but. "Good fuckin' job, bro!" He turned and nodded at Austin, who just glared back at him, wishing he was dead. "So, um… Uh… In mostly keeping with Sigma Phi Epsilon tradition, it's time for you to, uh… To, um…"

"BLOW ME!!!" Jamal shouted as he raised and pumped his arms triumphantly over his head like he'd just won the New York City Marathon.

Austin just stood there, too shocked, mortified, enraged and horrified to move. All eyes were on him and for really the first of what would go on to be many times, he didn't like it.

"Now's no time to be shy, pretty boy!" Shane chided as he got behind Austin and pushed him, forcing him to stumble towards Jamal.

As he moved against his will, the House Boy's eyes locked on the now serious tent the other senior was pitching in his shorts. Jesus Christ, how big was that thing?! Austin gulped. He was still in the process of swallowing when he got his answer… All of a sudden, Jamal yanked down his shorts and boxers right there in front of everyone, and his enormous black cock sprung free, its pink head slapping against his Polo covered torso a few inches north of his belly button.

Below the biggest cock Austin had ever seen in person, were a correspondingly sized pair of balls. Each was bigger than an egg, and hung low and obviously heavy within Jamal's nut sack. Austin couldn't say for sure, but it seemed like Jamal had been saving up for the occasion.

"So,whaddaya think?!" The ridiculously hung senior asked the House Boy, swinging his dick from side to side as Shane pushed on Austin's shoulders, forcing him onto his knees.

Austin's eyes crossed when Jamal stopped swinging and he had no choice but to stare at his one-eyed snake. He thought he was going to be sick (again) that's what! Under different circumstances, he would've given Jamal mad props for being so fucking well endowed, but not under these! Shane still holding him by the shoulders, Austin opened his mouth to protest, scream, plead his case, something…

Before he could determine his approach, a decision was made for him. Seeing as the House Boy had made things easy for him, mouth right there, hanging open, Jamal decided there was no need to hear what he thought of his cock after all… Instead, he seized the opportunity by seizing his cock by its thick base and aiming and then shoving its giant, bulbous head into the House Boy's unwilling orifice.

"Mmmmppph!!!" Austin grunted in surprise and shock, eyes almost popping out of his head as he got his first taste of cock, his tongue unintentionally swirling around Jamal's massive mushroom in the process as it tried to find room for itself in his mouth now that so little remained.

Surprising truth be told, the straight eighteen year old couldn't honestly say cock tasted awful. Awful would come later, when he got his first taste of funky dick, but "lucky" him, his first taste of man meat was clean and fresh since Jamal had (thankfully) been thorough in the shower. Austin wouldn't go so far as to say he was enjoying what he was tasting, but he had other things to worry about at the moment, like not puking.

He'd come to be a frequent flier in that regard as of late, but knew doing so now would only make things worse. For a few seconds, as he struggled to adjust his mouth to Jamal's Red Bull can girth, Austin contemplated taking his teeth from where they'd retreated behind his lips and biting down… While that would've ended things, it would also create more, even bigger problems, so he didn't.

Instead, he did his best to focus on the cheers… Austin told himself everyone was cheering for him. That they were all cheering not because he was stupid pregnant and finally starting to show, and not because he was sucking on a stupid, king-sized cock… As Jamal pushed another inch between his lips, causing him to gag, Austin thought back a few weeks to when he'd first visited James…

Back then, everyone had cheered on "inexperienced," eighteen year old him for being so good at taking a beer bong… Belatedly closing his eyes, he willed himself to believe he was sucking on a huge hose at the end of a funnel, gulping down delicious beer, not sucking on a goddamn cock! This worked for all of two seconds, till the House Boy opened his eyes again and looked up to see a pleased as punch Jamal grinning down at him with his hands resting on his hips.

Quick as he could, Austin broke eye contact. Could this even be called rape considering he'd signed a contract? Probably not… Lips and jaw almost painfully stretched, eyes still bulging and now also tearing, the next mistake he made was looking straight ahead.

As soon as he saw how many thick, dark and veiny inches he still had to go, he looked away, but a moment too late as he gagged again. The next place the poor House Boy's eyes landed was even worse: they landed on his brother.

Austin hadn't seen him do so, but Jamal had taken his left hand from his hip and used it to pull James over. Now, he had his arm wrapped around the VP's shoulders, holding him close as he languidly tossed his head back and released a big sigh. As long as he lived, Austin would never forget the look on his brother's face as he stared down at him.

For what very little it was worth, for at least a few seconds, James looked horrified, humiliated, and guilty as fuck as Jamal held him there. He couldn't have looked any more embarrassed had he been the one with one-third of a mega cock down his throat. Since his mouth was (more than) a little preoccupied, Austin couldn't use it to tell his brother to go fuck himself,  so instead, he used his eyes, drilling his gaze into his brother, wordlessly (and needlessly) telling him he thought he was a huge piece of shit.

He was so focused on this, he didn't flinch when Jamal suddenly inserted another few inches, pinning his tongue to the bottom of his mouth. While this was his first time giving a blowjob, having received many of them by then, the House Boy instinctively knew what to do. That being said, his first male, public oral performance wasn't anything close to being magical.

He'd yet to develop any of the finesse he'd eventually come to, but by the time Jamal had worked half of his monstrously thick and long shaft into his mouth and down his throat, Austin's neck fell into an awkward rhythm as he moved it forward and back. Everyone was still cheering, but as he sucked, slurped, occasionally gagged and even one time shot snot out his nose, the incredibly embarrassed House Boy was no longer able to convince himself they were cheering him on for any other reason.

Even though he didn't come close to doing even just a good job, that didn't keep Jamal from (relatively) keeping with tradition… By the time the ridiculously hung senior blew, Austin was as ready as he could be, physically and mentally. He could barely breathe, his jaw ached, his mouth was going dry, and if that wasn't bad enough, he swore he was about to die from embarrassment…

But when Jamal finally (and in a very weird way, thankfully) blew, it turned out the new House Boy wasn't ready. Given the size of the senior's enormous nuts, Austin thought he knew how much spunk to expect, but he grossly (literally) miscalculated… When Jamal came, he did so with both the force and output of a damn fire hose, causing Austin's eyes to bulge more than ever in shock, and sending a good deal of his copious and disgustingly hot seed, shooting painfully out of his nostrils.

"Wooo!!!" Jamal exhaled loudly as he took himself by the still rock hard base of his shaft and pulled out.

As soon as his mouth was free of cock, the gasping, red in the face and now profusely coughing and gagging House Boy, struggled to swallow the cum that hadn't already made it directly into his churning stomach. He had to swallow multiple times to fully clear his mouth and throat, during which time, tightly fisting his cock, Jamal smeared its glistening, still dribbling head across the House Boy's full and flushed lips, finally doing him in…

Austin puked. Actually, no, he didn't… Right there, still down on his knees on the small dais and now crying  in front of everyone at the party supposedly being thrown in his fucking honor, he projectile vomited, further mortifying himself, which scarcely seemed possible but apparently, was.

If there was anything redeeming about his mortification, it was that all his profuse, unintended release had hit the perfect thing…

James.

Two Months Ago…

Austin looked down at his ringing phone and groaned. Not that long ago, he would've been elated to hear from his modeling agent, Trevor, but ever since telling him of his situation, he'd been avoiding him like the plague, not answering any of his calls or returning any texts or emails.

What more was there to say? Austin knew he'd fucked up and didn't need another reminder. Once again, he let Trevor go to voicemail. He'd just tucked his phone back into the increasingly tight pocket of his shorts when it vibrated, letting him know he had a text.

*CALL ME NOW!!!

Trevor demanded in all caps.

Might as well get this over with, Austin realized. Just call and face the music, he told himself as he called Trevor back.

"Why have you been ignoring me?" Trevor asked as soon as he answered.

"I'm sorry," Austin apologized. "I know you've been trying to get a hold of me, and I know I fucked up, but…"

"That's an understatement!" Trevor huffed. "You more than fucked up, and yet I still managed to book you a gig!"

"That's why you're calling?" The eighteen year old asked in surprise. "I thought it was to dump me as a client?"

"That was the plan, till I saw a casting call that had your name written all over it."

"I appreciate you thinking of me, really, I do, but…"

"I know you're a whale, Austin," Trevor cut him off. "You sent me those pics last month, which I submitted for consideration."

Austin was equally horrified and dumbstruck. "You submitted them?!"

"I sure did," Trevor confirmed. "The casting call had your name all over it, literally now, thanks to me."

"But…"

"If there's any hope of getting your career off the ground, you need to do this!"

"Well what the hell is this?!" Austin asked, already all but certain he wasn't going to like the answer because who would want him doing anything for them looking the way he now did?!

"It's a national campaign, is what it is!"

"For..?"

"You familiar with Magnum condoms?" Trevor asked before scoffing. "Of course, you are… I've seen that bulge of yours, and I'm NOT talking about that GIANT fuckin' belly!"

Austin gave a low chuckle. "Yes, I'm familiar with Magnum. It's my brand of choice if and when I have the opportunity to fuck, which I probably never will again!" He groaned. "Below the belt bulge aside, what could Magnum be interested in me for now?"

"They're interested in using you to scare people into using their product," Trevor replied. "They think having someone stupid pregnant in their ad campaign would make a great visual reminder as to why it's so important to wrap it up. Pretty genius if you ask me."

"I am stupid pregnant, in more ways than one," the House Boy conceded as he looked down and out at himself. At seven months along, already looked like he was due any day with triplets. Big ones. "But I'm not gay."

"What's it matter? You did that swimwear campaign."

"That was different!"

"Hardly!"

"Easy for you to say!" Austin huffed. "Modeling gay swimwear is one thing, doing a shoot for a condom ad as a stupidly pregnant guy is another! Everyone's gonna think I…"

"Got fucked?" Trevor finished for him with a dry chuckle.

"Exactly!"

"Didn't you though?" He grunted. "Figuratively at least…"

"That's an understatement!" The House Boy was the one to huff this time. "But, Trevor, I…"

"We need to strike while the iron's still hot. I personally can't believe it still is, but any press is good press, isn't it?" Trevor rhetorically asked.

"Is it though?"

"I think so."

"At least tell me the pay's good…"

"It's alright, but that's not the point."

"Well then what the hell is?!" Austin groaned.

"Exposure! Getting people talking about you! Proving to brands you're willing to work, even under… challenging circumstances!" Trevor listed off.  "You wanna make a name for yourself, don't you?"

"Yeah, but not like this!"

"And whose fault is that?"

"Ugh…"

"You've gotta do this, Austin… If you…"

"Fine!" The eighteen year old groaned again. "When and where? You know I can't fly anymore, right?"

"Obviously! That's why they're coming to you."

"When?"

"Saturday morning. Does that work?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"No, not really. Not if you wanna still maybe have that big, successful career. Speaking of big, this is a big deal, Austin. It's your first…"

"National campaign. I get it."

"I think you mean, thank you. Now I've gotta go. Check your email later, I'll send the rest of the details," Trevor promised before ending the call.

That hadn't been the conversation Austin had been expecting… Because he was expecting (to an alarming degree,) he'd been expecting Trevor to dump him as a client, but no. Instead, much to his surprise (but surprisingly, not relief) he'd been told his career as a model might still be kicking (just like a couple of his occupants) but at what cost? Previously, he would've been thrilled at landing a national ad campaign with a well-known brand but now, he already felt humiliated, not to mention, embarrassingly huge.

Every day, the eighteen year old was reminded in some way or another that he was getting bigger and bigger, with some two months still to go! Austin's job as Sigma Phi Epsilon's House Boy kept him busy, but as both the school year and his pregnancy progressed, he found himself with more time on his hands… By then, no one asked him to train them at the gym anymore, and while he still had to do all the shopping, most of the guys made their own food the majority of the time since everything now took the House Boy so much longer to complete.

There were still exceptions, but more often than not, for the time being, Austin was left alone. Relatively speaking, anyway, seeing as he was housing five, increasingly large and typically, rather rambunctious alumni offspring.

It was Thursday morning, which gave Austin less than forty-eight hours to try and prep for the shoot, whatever that meant… Whereas he used to hit the gym once if not twice a day, he hadn't gone and done even a light workout in more than two weeks, though almost anything he did now could be considered a workout, it required so much effort and almost always left him some degree of breathless and sweaty. Austin had once practically lived at the gym but now, the thought of setting his swollen feet into it caused great trepidation.

Given all the damage that had been (and still was being) done, he knew it was probably pointless, but he decided to spend as much of the next two days working out as he could. Fuck the guys, they could (try to) fend for themselves.

He hadn't been in the gym more than ten minutes and already, the House Boy regretted his decision and was questioning his sanity. Austin started off on the treadmill… He set it very slow but it didn't take long before he was sweating like a whore in church. Despite having donned two sports bras for additional support, each heavy step he took caused his milk-engorged breasts to wobble and bobble almost out of control. Quickly, his increasingly sensitive nipples ached from constantly rubbing against the padded fabric.

After thirty agonizing minutes on the treadmill, during which he only waddled just over a mile, Austin gave up, not only on cardio, but also on his tank top… No longer big enough to fully cover his belly anyway, he took it off and used it as a sweat towel, even though it was already completely soaked through by then. On tired, aching and slightly unsteady legs, he breathlessly lumbered over to the free weight area, and set to work.

One of the very few parts of his body that hadn't changed throughout his pregnancy were Austin's arms and shoulders. They remained pumped and toned, thanks most recently to having to work harder to maneuver his bulky body around. Aside from in the shower, the House Boy had given up on peeing standing up because if he made a mess, he was the one who had to clean it up, and living with all the other guys, he already had enough messes to deal with. His personal bathroom had a rail bolted into the wall next to the toilet he now always sat on to use, which helped, but the upper body strength he'd developed over the years is what really came in handy.

Austin had to spread his legs wide to accommodate his belly as he sat on the weight bench. It still rested heavily on his lap, shelving his tits, which rocked every time he moved his arms. Tired as they were, his legs continued to get a workout every time he had to stand to switch out his weights. Austin spent an hour lifting, after which he was exhausted, so he headed upstairs to take a nap.

When he woke, the first thing he did was use the bathroom (of course,) the second was to check himself in the mirror. The only thing he liked that he saw was the definition he still had in his arms and shoulders, the rest, he hated. By then, his already enormous belly was riddled with stretch marks and his belly button had almost disappeared. Even though he still had on his two sweat-soaked bras, Austin's distended nipples were clearly visible.

What the hell had he done to himself, and more importantly, why? And this was how he was going to make his (literally) big modeling debut. Fucking wonderful…