Wearing double denim caused depression.

At least that's what he jokingly told himself, between wailing, weeping, occasional bursts of wild laughter.

Fat and ugly, that's what he was. Seeing himself in the mirror made him cry.

He was UGLY! Big chicken beak nose and ragdoll hair and cantaloupe belly.

Hotel nearly ran out of tissues, he cried so often.

But laughed more when was stuck on the bed, beached whale, turtle flipped on its back, had to roll somewhat, no rock, just rolling to hit the floor.

He was fat, wore as many oversized shirts as possible, draped in a tent, a muumuu.

How could anyone love him, find him attractive, looking this terrible?

He pondered over the Family he had, why they cared.

Wade, Drew, Justin...maybe the two tallest were drunk and Justin...maybe he'd hit his head on something, doing all those crazy flips.

They cared about him but he felt bad they had to see him, bloated and repulsive.

Then Heath saw himself, really took a hard look.

And smiled.

He wasn't hideous at all, strange looking, sure but not disgusting.

Wasn't fat either but rounded, filled out, full of babies.

and that was GOOD.

He was suddenly happy, delighted, overwhemingly overjoyed, couldn't stop grinning.

Thankful for everything he had.

Grateful always and forever.

Managed to waddle down a fortunately quiet mostly empty hallway. Only the housekeeping who barely glanced his way.

He found the VIP guests only mini fridges in the lounge, located his cold bottles of water, snatched one up, stayed thirsty always now, had to go alot too.

'Beautiful.'

The water bottle did some jayge-ish flying tumbles of its own, nearly slipping from Heath's fingers.

And referee Armstrong caught it, handed it back politely.

The smile he wore was scary.

The lustful gleam in his eyes was worse.

chilled to the bone.

'Beautiful.' he said again, a whisper.

'Uh...yeah, thanks.'

The hand on his face startled him into a standstill, couldn't budge when fingers climbed over his bristles of a beard attempt.

'I...really...you shouldn't.'

'Beautiful.'

Great, now he had his own version of fruit loop looney tunes Derrick.

'It's not nice to fondle people.'

Heath scooted and pushed himself past the busy hands, scowling.

'You're pregnant.'

'How did-?!'

Not good. Not good or safe if a human, a full blooded human knew his secret.

He couldn't run away.

But he could waddle at a fast pace and did, until he was safely back in the room, Jinder eyeing him with confused worry on his face.

A human knew he was...

A human!

His life's shoe had just stepped into a big brown pile.

'So we're agreed?'

'Yes! I take him for myself and you have his husband.'

'Not his husband! MY husband!' Derrick fussed into the phone.

'Yeah, sure.'

'Take the brat, do whatever you wish with him.'

'You know I will.'

Derrick grinned, begin to rock in place, on the floor, staring blankly at a bare wall.

It was nice to have help.

Especially when they were as evil as you.