The House Boy Ch. 4

Checking back in with Austin, whose humiliation seems to know no end...

Two Months Ago…

Despite almost killing himself in the gym, Austin didn't have much to show for his efforts. But for the first (and hopefully only) time in his fledgling modeling career, how cut and pumped his muscles were didn't matter. Austin's muscles weren't the reason he'd been chosen for the campaign, his massive pregnancy was.

As soon as he got the email from Trevor giving him the details of the shoot, Austin read it. As soon as he had, he wished he hadn't… He didn't know much about marketing but he knew enough to know the campaign was going to be very effective and would make a big splash when it hit college campuses across the country. Under (very) different circumstances, Austin would've been super stoked to be the star of what promised to be quite memorable advertising, but needless to say, not now…

And yet he knew Trevor was right. If he was to have any chance at modeling in the future, Austin had to do this. He had to strike while the iron was hot so if and when he managed to make his "comeback" following his pregnancy, he could use his work on the Magnum campaign to his advantage… Embarrassing as it would be to have the campaign in his portfolio, he could use it to show advertisers that he was "willing" to work no matter what.

That so-called "saving grace" was the only thing that got Austin out of bed bright and early Saturday morning. It was still super hard to fight the urge to stay under the covers and tell himself yet again that this was all just a bad dream and the next time he woke up, it would all be over. If only…

Since they'd had to travel to him, Magnum had rented out one of the locker room's at the school's athletic center. A young production assistant came to pick up the House Boy from the frat he served and he either couldn't, or simply just didn't bother hiding his shock when he saw him. Even though the ride to the center was painfully, awkwardly silent, neither young man speaking to the other, Austin appreciated the ride since it beat having to waddle there.

Upon arriving at the center, after extracting himself from the backseat without any help, the flushed eighteen year old, waddling womb, was greeted by Magnum's head of marketing, a young, pretty, chic and modern looking woman named, Claire, who also looked just as shocked as the production assistant had when she first laid eyes on Austin.

"Oh my fucking God!" She exclaimed, shaking her head in a combination of excitement and disbelief as she looked him up and down, a weird smile on her made-up face."You're massive!"

"That I am…" Austin needlessly confirmed as he pointlessly tugged at his shirt, which covered just under two-thirds of his pregnancy.

All of a sudden, Claire frowned. "Shit… This might not work?!" She shook her head. "You might be too big! We want to shock people, not disgust them!"

Ouch, but hey… Finally, someone else thought Austin was too big.

"No, no…" she waved as she turned and started heading for the athletic center, moving at an impressive clip despite her towering stiletto heels. "Some of the other models are giants, so hopefully, you won't look so freakishly big once you're next to them, I just hope your costume fits!" She said over her shoulder.

"About the… wardrobe…" Austin said as he "hustled" to keep up, pendulous belly and engorged tits all wobbling and bobbling.

"What about it?" Claire asked, already sounding like she didn't want to talk about it.

"Do I… Do I have to be a cheerleader?"

The marketing exec stopped dead in her tracks and spun around. Even though she'd put some distance between herself and the House Boy, considering he'd become quite the "wide load," it now took him longer than it once had to come to a stop. Fortunately, Austin did so just before the front of his pendulous belly smacked into the now frowning Claire.

"Yes, you do," she replied, her tone not leaving any room for debate, but Austin tried anyway.

"But the thing… is…" he huffed out, his face bright red as his hands left the dies of his belly and went to his back.

"Obviously, you didn't see the notes I sent over to Trevor…"

"I did," he nodded. "That's how I… know about the… cheerleader… outfit."

"Right," she rolled her eyes. "So you agreed to be the slutty cheerleader, who doesn't know which…"

"Football player… knocked him up," Austin breathlessly finished for her with a roll of his eyes.

"Correct."

"I'm not gay," he shared with a shake of his head.

Claire raised his brows in surprise. "Oh?"

"No," he shook his head some more.

"Well… That I wasn't expecting, but really, it doesn't affect me or the campaign," she shook her head back.

"No, I guess it doesn't," Austin had to agree. "But…"

"Look… Obviously I can't force you to do this, but if you back out now, believe me when I say that you and Trevor will have hell to pay, and something tells me you don't wanna piss your agent off now!" Claire shook her head. "You like to try and keep modeling after… this, wouldn't you?" She asked as she stimulated at and around the House Boy.

"Ideally…" he nodded.

"Well then, I'd strongly suggest you go along with everything as directed, without complaint," Claire said as she raised her brows even higher this time.

Not that he hadn't already done so and not that he even really had any, but Austin gave his "options" some more thought… He was all too aware that the chances of his body returning to its pre-pregnancy glory were slim to none, but with a lot of hard work in the gym and a serious crash diet, hopefully he'd be able to get somewhat back in shape? He probably wouldn't get chosen for any more shirtless gigs, but otherwise, Austin would still have his good looks to fall back on. Any modeling gig he might be able to land in the future would beat taking the college route, that's for sure.

As soon as possible, he never wanted to set foot on a campus ever again, but in order for his parents to be OK with that, Austin needed his modeling career. In order to have that, he now had no choice but to put himself out there in front of the camera looking (and feeling) like he was about to explode; the "don't let this happen to you!" example for horny, promiscuous college-aged kids.

With no other choice, he relented with a sigh and a roll of his eyes. "Alright, fine. Let's do this…"

"Good choice," Claire nodded. "Now let's go," she said as she expertly turned back around on her heels and started off, promptly leaving Austin in her dust again.

Had he been able to see them, the quintuplet-carrying House Boy would stared at his feet to avoid all the stares he was getting. He should've been used to them by then but somehow, he still wasn't. At one time, he'd loved every ounce of attention he got but now, Austin wished no one would look at him, which everyone now did, more so than ever before. Given all the "duties" he performed at the frat, his embarrassment tank should've been empty, but unfortunately, it still had some gas in it.

At least back at the house, Austin only had to be embarrassed in front of the "bros…" Soon, he was going to be really embarrassed in front of strangers and then eventually, the world. The good news (if there was any) was that at least during the shoot, no one would demand Austin get down on his knees and suck them off.

When he finally caught up to Claire in the locker room, she told him she had to go check in with the photographer. Before departing, she Austin off to another young production assistant, this one a girl named Amy. As he shook hands with the hottie who looked to be about his age, he couldn't help but look as her breasts (which were smaller than his own, but still quite sizable) also shook.

Realizing his tits were bigger than Amy's caused his face to turn three shades redder than it already was. Previously (with consent, of course,) Austin would've easily and happily gotten between the sheets with a girl like her. Amy was the kind of hottie he'd been hoping to test his awesome bed out with but would now never have the chance. Fortunately, not only was Amy easy on the eyes, she was also easy on him… As she slowly led Austin deeper into the locker room to his "dressing room," aka, the handicapped stall; she did a much better job hiding whatever she actually thought of him than everyone else had so far.

"Your outfit's hanging on the back of the door," she told him with a smile as she stepped back aside to give him all the room he needed to make the wide turn and then steer himself belly first into the stall. "Let me know if you need any help."

"I should be good," Austin replied as he waddled in, cheeks still flushed with embarrassment as he offered her the best and brightest smile he could muster.

But he wasn't good. Even though the stall was quite large, so was he… Austin realized this when he started turning to the right so he could lock the door and get his first look at his outfit, but before he'd turned even a quarter of the way around, the right side of his pregnancy smacked against that side of the stall with an audible thump. Having grown to be too damn big to turn around in a tight space really shouldn't have surprised Austin as much as it did…

The not so gentle jolt caused all five of his large (and still growing) occupants to physically express their displeasure. As a result, his almost half exposed pregnancy was a jumble of commotion as he slowly backed out of the stall.

"Oh!" Amy said as she looked up from her phone, obviously surprised to see Austin again so soon. "Is everything OK?"

NO! NOTHING'S OK!!! He mentally screamed at her as he gave her another "winning" smile and verbally replied, "Everything's fine! I just, uh…" he stopped to look down and out at himself, trying again not to think about how much bigger his tits were than hers. "I just think it'd be easier if I… backed in," he smiled again as right hand bracing his back and left moving to cradle what it could of his wobbling orb, he stopped backing up and started to slowly turn around in place.

"You poor thing!" Amy shook her head as she watched, offering the mortified House Boy a sympathetic smile. "Someone got you good, didn't they?" She asked with a chuckle she wasn't quite kind enough to help.

Yep, someone sure did. My fucking brother! Austin said to himself before saying aloud, "Yep," as his cheeks flushed again as he continued his wide turn.

"You must be due soon…" the sexy production assistant said.

"I wish, but no," he shook his head. "Not for another two months."

"Seriously?!"

"Yeah…" he chuckled.

"With… how many?" Amy hesitated to ask.

"Five," he rolled his eyes as he finally completed his turn, now facing the right direction.

"Oh, wow!" She exclaimed, eyes getting even wider.

"Yeah…" Austin repeated, not following it up with a chuckle this time.

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen. You?"

"Nineteen. So, I'm assuming this wasn't planned?" Amy asked as she waved her phone at his belly.

The House Boy grunted. "No, it most definitely was not!"

"But, well obviously, you still went through with it…" Amy pressed.

"Only because I didn't have any other choice," Austin replied with another roll of his eyes.

"No offense, hun…" the sexy production assistant said as she continued eyeing his biggest swell. "But you're the perfect example as to why people need to be allowed to do what they want with their own bodies!"

"Right?!" He grunted again, this time in agreement.

As much as Austin appreciated Amy's sympathy and her assumed understanding, he wished he didn't have either. For a second, as he stood there with his belly taking up almost all the space between the hottie and the rest of him, he thought about telling her his truth but wisely chose not to. There was no point.

If he did, she'd realize he wasn't gay (not that he considered there to be anything wrong with people liking someone of the same gender,) but then she'd realize he was just an idiot. Under very different circumstances, Austin would've done his best to prove her wrong on that front too, by telling her of all the things he'd like to do to and/or with her, but his unfortunate reality made it easier for both of them to just let Amy think what she did.

"I should, uh… probably get changed, huh?" He asked with another smile, ready to be out from under her kind but painfully embarrassing gaze.

After a couple seconds' hesitation, Amy took her eyes from his belly, looked at her phone and nodded. "The shoot's due to start in twenty and we still need to get you to hair and makeup."

For a moment, what very little remained of Austin's self-confidence reemerged, causing him to briefly, genuinely smile. "That shouldn't take too long," he winked.

"Up top? No!" Amy agreed. "But…"

"But what?" He asked as he went from smiling to frowning in an instant.

"Your… belly."

"What about it?"

"They're gonna have to… work on it too."

"Oh, right…" he nodded. "All the stretch marks," he rolled his eyes. "I'll get changed as quickly as I can so they can have time to cover…"

"Oh! Um…" Amy anxiously giggled. "They're, um… They're not going to be covering them," she shook her head.

Austin sighed. "Figures, but I get it… That would probably take tons of foundation, or whatever it is they…"

"It would," she cut him off. "But that's not why they won't be," she shook her head some more.

"Oh..?"

"They're going to be highlighting them," Amy informed, to her credit, sounding genuinely sorry she had to.

"They're going to highlight them?" Austin frowned.

"So they show up better on camera," Amy nodded. "I… Didn't you know?"

"No, not exactly…" he sighed as he looked down at his belly again. "Well, uh…" he said as he started taking cautious steps backwards. "Better get changed…"

"Yeah," she nodded again. "Let me know if you…"

"I'll be fine," Austin replied as he backed all the way into the stall till his calves were touching the front of the toilet.

Only then was he able to lean forward with a grunt he tried to keep quiet and close and lock the "wide" stall's door. Once he had, the House Boy closed his eyes and let out a long breath through his nose, nearly depleting his cramped lungs. He huffed in annoyance when he realized his chin was resting between his damn tits. With a shake of his head, he quickly lifted it from his cleavage and his gaze finally landed on his outfit for the shoot.

The tiny getup would've been considered skimpy on any cheerleader, male or female, even half his size. Once again, Austin's handsome face rendered with embarrassment as shaking his head, he reached out way in front of himself and took the outfit from its hook. After turning it around, he draped it over his severely bloated form and groaned.

"Seriously, fuck my life…" he groaned under his breath.

Now…

"Someone's coming to see you today, so try and look presentable," Shane said as he gave Austin's left breast one more squeeze, topping off his coffee with fresh milk.

"Me?" The House Boy asked as he turned to face Isaac, who was next in line for milk. As soon as it was aimed at him, the Treasurer took Austin's breast in a firm hold and aimed its large, distended nipple at the bowl of cereal he was holding in his other hand.

The President nodded as he screwed on the cap of his insulated cup. "Thought it would be good if someone came and talked to you about what to expect next week."

Austin grunted, both at Shane's response and at Isaac's aggressive tugs. "I know what I'm expecting…" he said as he looked down and out at his enormous belly.

He was so fucking ready for his pregnancy to be over. That's not to say he was looking forward to its conclusion, just to say he wanted it to be done. Naivëly, Austin thought he and the babies couldn't get any bigger, but they all just continued to grow.

He was now so massive, more often than not, he had trouble just getting around. As a result, he'd been relieved of most of his duties as House Boy, but not all of them… The guys still expected Austin to provide them with fresh milk on demand (which needless to say, wasn't an issue, physically, anyway) and of course, blow and/or handjobs whenever desired.

Aside from those tasks, which only he could or was expected to perform, the current Sigma Phi Epsilon brothers had started tending to him. Austin had considered this very strange at first but then quickly realized that he finally had the chance to milk them… As soon as he understood this, he had the guys waiting on him hand and foot.

Speaking of feet, Austin was now the frequent recipient of footjobs, aka, foot rubs. Yes, sometimes he got them while he had a cock in his mouth and/or one in (sometimes each) hand, but whenever he wanted or needed a swollen part of his body pleasured, all he had to do was ask/demand. The guys now brought him food (always a lot of it) and did all the laundry and grocery shopping.

The now struggling to remain mobile, House Boy, didn't feel one single ounce of guilt whenever he got a craving for something, even if it wasn't available at the house. If it wasn't, no matter the hour, how much it cost, or how far they had to go, someone went and got it. Naturally, the guys all grumbled and groaned about the change in roles but more importantly, they now always completed the task.

"Yeah, but you don't," Shane said somewhat cryptically as he headed for the door, late for class. "Don't worry though… Dante will… enlighten you."

"Dante?" Austin repeated as Isaac finished with him, abruptly letting go of his breast, letting it plop back down against the upper hemisphere of his pregnancy.

"Your predecessor."

"I know who he is," he frowned as he looked down again.

Isaac hadn't let all the milk he'd squeezed out make its way into his bowl before scampering over to the table, resulting in a steady and warm stream now running down the underside of Austin's breast before dripping and dribbling down onto the floor. At least he wasn't expected to clean up any messes anymore.

"He should be here around noon," the President said over his shoulder as he opened the front door. "You guys can order whatever you want on the house card. Make sure no one goes hungry."

One thing Shane hadn't had to tell Austin to do anymore was to eat… The House Boy felt like that was all he did now, much to his chagrin. Still, he was about to thank the President, but then his actual brother entered the kitchen and he promptly clamped his mouth shut.

As soon as James saw his younger sibling and that his giant left tit was out in the open and leaking, he dropped his gaze and hurried over to the fridge. After grabbing a couple bottles of water, he shoved them into his backpack and then made a rapid beeline for the front door.

Neither Davis brother could recall the last time they'd exchanged more than a few, very forced words. Their parents had no idea this was the case, nor did they know their youngest son was insanely pregnant since Austin hadn't been home since moving out. James, who'd been back a few times since the start of the school year, explained his brother's absence by telling their parents Austin's job kept him very busy but he enjoyed it.

To keep them off his/their trail, James went so far as to tell his parents he thought all the responsibilities Austin now had were helping him mature and grow up and that the two of them couldn't have been getting along any better. Since James was such a "good" and "responsible" son, whereas Austin tended to march to the beat of his own drum, Mr. and Mrs. Davis had no reason not to believe what they were told. If only they knew…

A few more guys wanted milk but before letting them take what they wanted, their "milk man" made them wait as he switched to his right breast so he'd end the breakfast rush as close to evenly drained as possible. Once he had the kitchen to himself, after wiping his tits off and stuffing them away, Austin slowly set to readying his own breakfast.

He/the quintuplets were craving Frosted Flakes that morning. Had they wanted something even slightly more complicated to prepare, he would've made one of the guys make it for him, but regular cereal he could still (just barely now) manage. After plodding back and forth across the large kitchen to grab a mixing bowl from one of the cabinets and then filling it with almost the entire box of Flakes from the pantry, Austin was ready to get off his feet.

But he still needed to add milk to his now and grab a spoon, which meant he needed to trudge back over to the other side of the kitchen… For a second, to save the energy he hardly had, the House Boy considered forgoing the spoon and using his milk to wet his cereal, but he couldn't. As much as he felt like he was, Austin still wasn't an animal. He'd made it this far without having tried any of the milk he made and intended to keep it that way because somehow, he still possessed some self-respect.

After pouring almost half a gallon of cow's milk into the bowl and grabbing a spoon from the drawer, Austin headed for the table. Fortunately, this time, he remembered to take his phone from the back right pocket of his too tight shorts and set it on the table before heavily dropping into the chair he'd randomly selected. Twice in the last three weeks, he hadn't remembered, resulting in two crushed/shattered iPhones, which Shane had been "gracious" enough to replace for the House Boy "free of charge," but not free of some rather annoyed and derogatory commentary.

As a result, Austin's second replacement phone was a (further) emasculating shade of purple, rather than the "midnight" hue he'd started out with. As much as this upset him, baby-bloated, pregnancy-brain riddled beggars couldn't be choosers, and needless to say, now that he offered so much else to look at, no one noticed the color of his phone anyway.

When he was a few cheek bulging spoonfuls of Frosted Flakes in, the House Boy's purple phone vibrated on the table, taking his focus off stuffing himself yet again. As he thoroughly chewed, with a muffled grunt, Austin reached out for his phone, just able to reach it on his first attempt. After unlocking it, he saw he had a text from Trevor.

*CHECK YOUR EMAIL NOW!!!

As soon as he read the message, Austin felt sick to his stomach, much like he had back when he'd been dealing with morning sickness. Trevor hadn't said much, but he didn't have to… Austin knew what the email he'd yet to see was going to contain: the completed Magnum campaign.

Ever since the shoot, the House Boy/model had done everything he could to block it from his memory. Now though, as he was about to see the final results, everything that had happened over the course of that painfully embarrassing day came flooding back…

Two Months Ago…

Supposedly sweet, undeniably hot, Amy burst into laughter as he waddled out of his "dressing room" in his OOTD. To be fair, he did look completely ridiculous… Massive as it was, he was even more so, making the crop top's deep scoop neck truly struggle to contain his giant tits. The top was so tight, Austin hadn't been able to get it on with his bra on, leaving his distended nipples clearly showing through the strained fabric.

His baby-packed belly looked even bigger all out in the open. The stretch mark-riddled skin struggling to contain the quintuplets was so tight, it shined under the locker room's harsh, fluorescent lights. Once Amy managed to stop laughing, she told Austin she was taking him to hair and makeup. That was the last thing she said to him the rest of the day and honestly, he couldn't blame her. Had he been forced to interact with someone who now looked like him, he also would've kept his commentary to a minimum.

But everyone else Austin came in contact with, starting with the three makeup artists awaiting his arrival, had plenty to say, making up for Amy's sudden silence. As soon as they saw him, the flamboyant men, all clad from head to toe in black, erupted into a lispy tizzy of commentary.

The so-called "professional" talked about the incredibly fecund model like he wasn't right there, struggling to stand in front of them, and they weren't all crouched around his mammoth middle, highlighting as many of the stretch marks and veins covering it as they could so they'd be even more noticeable in the pictures. Eventually, the skinniest one gave up on his portion of Austin's pregnancy and started working on his hair and face.

After working some product into his hands, he gently tousled and styled the House Boy's now longer locks. The only "benefit" of being pregnant was that all the hormones otherwise ravaging Austin's body had worked wonders on his hair, making it extra lush and shiny. While his hair didn't take long to tend to, handsome as it still was, Austin's face required more attention than he expected…

The painfully skinny makeup artist had to use a lot of foundation to tone down its perpetually rosy hue. He also had to apply a good deal of powder to Austin's bulging breasts, making sure to get as deep between the mounds as he could so everything up top would match.

"Well…" he sighed as he and his cohorts stepped back to assess their work. "I think that's as good as we're gonna get."

"I agree," one of the other ones said before finally directly speaking to Austin. "Did an entire football team actually knock you up?" He asked him, shaking his head as he stared at his now almost grotesquely pregnant looking belly.

The House Boy/model/mortified teen baby maker forced himself to smile as he shook his head and replied with a curt, "Nope." Again, part of him wanted to come clean with his truth, but what would be the point?

"Jesus… I'm never just counting on my birth control ever again!" The third said as he dismissively waved at Austin, letting him know they were done with him.

Amy stood nearby waiting to take him to the portion of the locker room that had been designated for the shoot. Silently, she looked Austin up and down, her eyes widening as they took in the results of the work that'd been done on his belly, then slowly led the way.

As he ponderously approached, Austin's stomach sank, or it would've had it the room. Before they came into view, he heard the loud, raucous shouts and laughter of young men, making him think he was back at the frat house for a second. He almost wished he was as he quite literally rounded the corner and his fellow models saw him. As soon as they did, all eight of them immediately fell silent as they stopped joking around and housing around and gawked at him. Several mouths hung open.

Following some ten seconds of complete silence, during which Austin came to a ponderous stop and looked around at the group (who all looked like they might actually play football) but never directly in anyone's eye, Claire and a thirty-something year old man wearing thick rimmed glasses worked their way through the gaggle of uniformed models, surprisingly looking at them rather than Austin.

"That's perfect! Absolutely perfect!" Claire clapped. "That shocked and horrified look is just how I want you to look when we start shooting, got it guys?"

A few of the guys gave slow nods of understanding as the man in glasses approached and honed in on Austin, giving him a quick but thorough once over.

"Jesus…" he muttered under his breath before shouting at everyone, "Alright, places people! I have several shots I wanna take and I wanna get through all of 'em before this thing detonates!" He said as he reached out (not needing to extend his hand very far) and slapped the closest side of Austin's turgid belly, leaving behind a big, red hand print.

The still silent "football players" parted down the middle, forming a space big enough for Austin. Hands attempting to brace his deeply arched lower back, the House Boy tottered forward, silently telling himself again he could do this. He had to. His future career was riding on it. As he took his place, he was once again talked about like he wasn't there.

"God damn!" One of Austin's "maybe baby daddies," who was the size of a lineman, said as he shook his head. "That's the biggest belly I've ever seen! How many's he got crammed in there?"

"Five," Austin replied as he slowly turned to face the photographer, even though the question hadn't been directed at him.

"Shit…" a model, whose physique rivaled Austin's former, grumbled as he took a cautious step back as if he were genuinely in fear. "I hope he doesn't pop! These cleats are brand new!"

"If he pops, we're all gonna drown!" Someone shouted from behind, earning themselves a lot of laughter and grunts in agreement.

"No! No laughing or smiling!" The photographer shouted as an assistant hurriedly handed him his camera and he aimed it at the group. "Horror, remember? All those damn babies might belong to you! Belly…" he said to Austin. "Turn to the right a little and cradle your… pregnancy," he said, sounding more than slightly disgusted. "What you can of it, anyway…"

As Austin did as instructed, the guys standing to his right moved back.

"No! Closer!" The photographer shouted again. "Quarterback!" He yelled at Austin's former body double. "Crouch down next to it and hold the football up in front of it!"

"Jesus…" the "quarterback" groaned as he took his place, his handsome face close enough to Austin's tremendous pregnancy, he could feel the heat it was giving off. His eyes, already bulging, got bigger as they darted down beneath the House Boy's most massive swell and saw the bulge in the front of his tiny shorts. "Shit! Dude's packin' downstairs too!"

"He's packed everywhere! His ass is poppin' out the top of his shorts in the back!" Someone informed from behind Austin. "Holy shit, the bottom too!"

"Fuckin' tits are twice as big as my girls!"

Beneath all his foundation, Austin felt his face redden. In many ways, this was just like being back at the frat house.

"Come on, guys… I know this is… a lot, but focus! Belly! Smile!" The photographer shouted.

"Smile?!" Austin huffed back as he glared at the camera.

"Yes, smile!"

"Why would I be smiling?"

"'Cause you're some stupidly pregnant, himbo cheerleading shut, who doesn't know who knocked you up!"

Austin still didn't smile. He frowned. "Still doesn't explain why I'd be smiling…" he pressed.

"JUST FUCKING SMILE!!!" The photographer roared at him, so he finally did.

Even as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, Austin kept smiling. Even as his back and feet started to ache more and more as he and the others stood there, changing positions every couple minutes (Austin, fortunately not moving much), he kept smiling, even as the poses became more and more humiliating.

Finally, after nearly an hour, the shoot was over. As soon as the photographer shouted at everyone that he was done, Austin stormed back to his "dressing room" at a pace faster than he'd dared to try for some time. As he did, his bare belly achingly swayed from side to side and his engorged tits threatened to burst right out of the strained crop top, the friction causing his nipples to leak through the fabric.

As soon as he got the stall's door shut and locked, Austin backed up and dropped down hard onto the toilet. The "quickness" of his movement caused his tiny shorts to split right up the back with a rip he was still able to hear even over the loud laughter and commentary coming from the other models as they headed for the showers to wash off all their makeup while talking about how "fucking insane and freaky" the shoot had been.

Austin stayed hidden away in the stall till the locker room quieted down. By the time he'd changed and waddled out, everyone was gone. No one had come to check on him, tell him he'd done a "good job," or check to see if he needed a ride. When he made it outside, there was no production assistant to give him a ride back to the frat. Utterly humiliated, Austin didn't look up from his belly once as he made the long, slow waddle back to the house, where he knew he'd be expected to start making lunch for the guys as soon as he arrived.

Now…

The pictures were even more humiliating and horrifying than he could've imagined. The sight of himself looking like some freaky breeding experiment gone wrong, in such high resolution that his belly and boobs almost looked like they were popping out of his screen, made him want to puke. And yet Austin couldn't stop staring at the images… There were five in total, the "team" and him striking a different pose in each. In all of them, all the guys looked absolutely horrified, while he looked like the bell of the ball, almost unfathomably pregnant and yet happy as a clam not knowing which big "stud" had put a damn pee-wee team inside him.

Austin got so caught up staring at his freakishly deformed self in the sure to be successful Magnum campaign, he completely lost track of time. He was finally brought out of his disgusted reverie by the sound of the doorbell ringing.

"Shit…" he grumbled as he checked the time at the top of his screen.

It was just after noon, so that had to be Dante, his predecessor, here for their supposedly informative lunch date. The current Phi Sigma Epsilon House Boy groaned when he realized he'd spent more than two hours sitting there obsessing over his first national ad campaign, and not for any good or proud reasons… He groaned again when he noticed that he'd finished off the entire mixing bowl of cereal without even realizing it.

He groaned for a third time when with a Herculean amount of effort, he slowly pushed himself up, wincing as his feet, calves, thighs, ass, back and (what remained of) his abs, were all forced to once again, take on almost more than they could handle, even combined… Austin cradled what he still could of his belly to keep it from rocking too much as he lumbered out of the kitchen, the epitome of barefoot and pregnant. He groaned for the fourth time in half as many minutes when the doorbell rang again, this time twice in a row.

"Seriously… dude?" He huffed out. "Didn't you… carry… seven babies one time?!" He rolled his eyes. "You of all… people know how… how fucking… hard… this is!" He griped as he tugged at his shirt before reaching out over and around his belly to open the front door.

"Ohmygod, hi!" Dante (he assumed, since introductions had yet to be made) grinned at him, but Austin hardly noticed his big, genuine and gleaming smile.

Austin's eyes bulged huge in their sockets as they honed in on the biggest belly he'd ever seen, let alone imagined… One that put his quintuplet-filled monstrosity to shame, making it look downright puny!

"H-h-hi…" he stammered out, now knowing for fucking sure despite the lack of introduction, that he was speaking to Dante, while also wondering how the fuck his predecessor was capable of bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet as he stood there on the front porch, grinning at him?! "I, uh… I…"

"I really need to pee!" Dante giggled as he continued to bounce, his version of the "pee pee" dance. "I know you understand…" he raised his brows.

"Oh!" Austin nodded as he opened the door wider and stepped back. "Yeah, um… bathroom's right down the…"

"Thank you!" Dante sighed as he waddled forward, the sides of his monumental belly almost scraping against the sides of the doorway as he passed through it at a clip Austin couldn't imagine moving at himself at the moment. "Gimme a minute…" he requested over his shoulder. "Then we'll talk. In the meantime, think about what you guys wanna have for lunch!" He waved and winked before closing the door to the bathroom behind him.

"Um…" was all Austin could say as he continued to stare at where the most pregnant person probably ever had been standing just a moment before. As he did, he instinctively closed the door, knocking himself in the belly with it in the process. "Ooof!" He grunted before eyes still bulging, he asked himself aloud, "What the fuck?!"