Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, other than Brielle.
Rated: M
Warning(s): Slash, Het, Mpreg, Stripping, Exotic Dancing, Violence, Domestic Violence, Child Abuse, Mentioned Self-Harm, etc.

Meanwhile

Randy offered the young model a radiant smile, before reaching out and firmly shaking his hand. "Thank you again for meeting with me on such short notice. It's hard to believe that a model of your beauty isn't booked into the next millennium." Seth chuckled a bit at that, but Randy was one-hundred percent serious.

"Well, that's very kind of you, Mr. Orton." He took a seat on the simple wooden stool in the corner, carefully crossing his ankles. Yet again, he was wearing one of those form-fitting shirts that showed off his slowly flattening belly. "I tend to do more... private modeling, if you will. Jobs are few and far between, but they certainly pay well."

"You don't have to say 'that's kind of you', when it is obviously the truth." Randy retorted gently. "And please, call me Randy."

"Randy." Seth rolled the name off of his tongue, reveling in the sound. "Alright, if that's what you'd like."

Randy nodded his approval. They started into simple pleasantries, bouncing around various ideas on the modeling industry, what would happen to the company, and the future of the business. Finally, he pulled out a simple, unmarked manila folder. "Do you mind if I ask you a few questions before we begin?"

"Whatever you want." Seth said. "I'm an open book - or so Dean says. You can never really believe half the shit that comes out of his mouth."

Randy laughed. The very sound made Seth smile. "Don't worry. I can see the various gears working away in there. You're much more than a pretty face." And that made Seth laugh. "Now, to get down to business. What was your waist size pre-pregnancy, as compared to your post-pregnancy waist size?"

Seth chuckled. "Starting off difficult, huh?" There was a brief pause, before he offered, "Pre-pregnancy, thirty-four inches. Post-pregnancy, forty-inches."

Randy made a few notes on the page, nodding and clucking his tongue softly. "Good. And your weight pre, during, and post-pregnancy?"

"Wow... um..." he looked up at the ceiling, thinking, before looking back down, "I was 217 pre, about 270 during, and I'm down to 245 now."

Randy nodded again, scribbling a few more notes down. "Good, good."

As Randy continued to ask the model questions, he compared the two-toned model's answers with a pre-made sheet. The pre-made sheet contained specific details about Randy's fiancée, Adam - the detail sheet that Adam had first filled out when he had applied for a job with the modeling company. Randy had taken notice of small, seemingly insignificant details, which were starting to seem incredibly important. For example, Adam had originally listed his waist size as forty inches. A month or so later, he'd gone in and remedied that to forty-two inches. To add to the confusion, his originally listed weight of 241 pounds had been corrected to 246.

This had all come to a head when he'd had a sneaking suspicion that Adam was hiding something from him, and had heard from Brielle that Adam was spending a suspicious amount of time in Randy's office while Randy was at work. Upon searching his office, he'd managed to locate a box. Inside, he found information about a house that it looked like Adam was interested in buying, and a collection of pictures cleverly entitled 'Baby's First Pictures'. So, Adam was pregnant. He was caught somewhere between elation and hurt - while he was incredibly excited at the prospect of bringing another baby into the family, he was hurt that Adam hadn't told him yet.

Which brought him here, to the beautiful model before him. While his information greatly differed from Adam's as far as pre-pregnancy was concerned, they were about the same size now. And Seth's post-pregnancy body was the perfect canvas for Randy to work with. Randy had never gotten the chance to tell Adam what he planned to do should he chose not to take the promotion - and that was to become a fashion designer for pregnant males. Designers for this growing number of men were few and far between, and most men simply made due with buying bigger and baggier clothing. Adam would be about six months along by their wedding, and he wanted to surprise him.

"It looks like we're all set, then." Randy said, smiling. He filled out the last bit of information that Seth had told him, before slipping the piece of paper back into the manila folder and setting it down onto the floor. "Now, then, you said that you were down to a forty-inch waist, correct?" A nod. "Try these on."

"Oh... these are stunning, Randy. You've really outdone yourself." Setting down the pair of sexy, green lace lingerie, he fingered the hem of his shirt lazily. "You mind?"

Once again, Randy felt his heart flutter in his chest. "Not at all. Do your thing."

Seth lazily pulled his shirt up and over his head, before tossing it onto the chair beside the lingerie. Randy, meanwhile, occupied himself with amazingly vivid images of his Addy in the lingerie. It would contour perfectly to his supple curves, tightly cradling his taut ass. The base material, a racy emerald green color that matched the color of Adam's eyes, was only accentuated by the deep, mysterious black lace that wove over it in intricate patterns. At the right hip, a fancy black lace rose flared out from the panties, set off by the occasional mystical flare of emerald green. Randy was absolutely certain that it would look gorgeous on his blond.

Seth was easily able to dress himself in the lingerie, hooking the 'garter' on. When Randy looked back up, drawn out of his silent reverie, he saw the beauty before him. To Randy, the post-baby bump made him all the more beautiful. "Wow..." was all that he seemed to be able to say.

"You like what you see?" Seth teased gently, flipping his hair over his shoulder.

"Of course. I'm so glad that you agreed to sign on to this." Randy said as he pulled out his camera. He wanted live photos of his clothing and lingerie line to send in for review, and Seth had so graciously agreed to do it - for half his usual price, as well. "I'm just going to take a few shots."

"Just tell me how you want me." Seth said, batting his eyelashes in a less-than-innocent manner.

"Just like that... hands on your hips... yeah, perfect. Cock your hips to the side... there you go... one knee out... hold it, just like that!" Randy said, snapping a few pictures.

When Randy lowered the camera, Seth shifted slightly. It allowed for a gracious view of his manhood, straining against the expensive fabric of the panties. Seizing the opportunity, Randy quickly snapped another picture. Seth snickered, clearly enjoying the attention. "Yeah, I definitely think you like what you see."

Once he stopped taking pictures, Randy motioned for Seth to take a seat. He did, easily crossing his legs. Randy asked, "How do you feel about cross-dressing?" Seth raised an eyebrow, showing that he was listening. "I designed a dress for Adam - a wedding dress, to be more specific. I'd like to see how it fits on a human model."

The dress was an absolutely beautiful specimen, and it was obvious that the person it was created for was well loved. The dress looked to be floor-length, made of a rich, ivory-colored material. The sleeves were three-quarters in length, with emerald green ruffles on the end (not unlike the color of the panties that Seth had just flaunted for Randy). On either side of the dress, intricate emerald green lace webs wove from beneath the arm to the floor, gradually widening until they reached the train. And along the hem and train of the dress, green lace had been stitched. In a word, the dress was gorgeous.

Seth allowed a small smirk to form. "I say, I think you and I are thinking on the same page. Let's do it."

Adam felt hot tears cascade down his cheeks as he forced his way into Randy's office, grabbing the box from where he had hidden it. Without even pausing to take a moment and consider the repercussions of his actions, he raced downstairs and threw the entire box, and all of it's contents, into the fire. Flames leapt up, licking the flimsy sides of the box and everything falling to charred bits in the bed of flames. Within a matter of seconds, he'd fallen to his knees, unable to support his own weight any longer. Everything hurt. Leaning back against the coffee table, he wrapped his arms around his middle and closed his eyes.

It had taken him a long time (two days had felt like an eternity to him) to come to terms with the fact that Randy was cheating - that he'd put all of his eggs in one basket, and had been forced to watch that basket get thrown over the side of a hill, get crushed beneath a lawnmower, and then get carried away by a stream, only to arrive in the ocean and be eaten by a piranha. Randy had convinced him that it was okay to trust him entirely, that he would never dream of hurting him. Wasn't it fitting that it all came back to hurt him in the form of Randy cheating on him? When everyone else made it seem like Adam was trash, Randy had to make him feel like it was true.

"Mommy," Brielle's sweet little voice chimed as she stood a few feet away from Adam, biting her lower lip anxiously. "Why is Mommy crying?"

Adam, startled, let out a few curses beneath his breath, before offering Brielle a watery smile. "Mommy's not crying, sweetie. See?"

Brielle didn't seem entirely convinced, but didn't say anything else on the matter. Instead, she walked over and plopped her little butt down onto his lap. "Where Randy?"

That sent Adam into another fit of sobs. If Brielle noticed, she didn't say anything. Adam pulled his little girl a little closer and offered, "I don't know where he is, baby, and I don't know when he's coming back." He confessed truthfully. "No more questions now, okay? How about we watch some TV, hmm?"

"Okay." Brielle agreed amiably, settling back and watching the new episode of The Fairly Odd Parents on the big screen TV...