"Next up on the block, we've got a crowd favorite," the MC announced from center stage.  "Pauly's a young, Italian stallion, currently 9 months pregnant with twins, ready to give birth at any minute!" I couldn't help but smirk when the crowd started hootin' and hollerin' at my introduction.  The MC could always be counted on to get them pumped up and their wallets opened.

"25 years old, a tan and muscular 6' tall, currently weighing in at 293 lbs but gaining every minute," the MC continued. "Give it up for Pauly!" He said as he walked toward me with his hand out.

I made sure to pronounce my waddle as I went onto the stage but I didn't have to try very hard. Being 9 months pregnant with a large set of twins makes it easy.  I took the MC's hand and waved at the crowd with the other as he walked me out to the center of the stage and helped me get up on "the block".  

Once I was situated, he took a step to the side so the crowd had full view of me.  We both waited patiently for the whistles, applause and catcalls to die down.

"Well Pauly, it seems like they like you!" He joked to more shouts from the crowd.

"Take off the coat Santa!" Someone called out.

"In a second, in a second!" The MC waved.  "First, for those of you who haven't had the chance to get familiar with Pauly yet, let's hear a little more about him.  Pauly, you're pregnant with twins, right?" He asked, holding the microphone up to me.

"That's right," I nodded, rubbing my belly, enjoying the velvety softness the Santa jacket provided. "Two big girls."

"When are you due?"

"I was due 2 days ago," I replied. "Any contractions?"

"Just a few," I admitted.  "But nothing serious."

"Have you dilated yet or has your belly dropped?" The MC asked.   These were all questions he knew the answers to because the club's doctor had to check each of us boys out before we went up for auction that night. I'd seen the doctor earlier this afternoon and gotten the all clear.

"Not even dilated one centimeter," I said proudly. I knew that might lose me a few bidders because some guys had a fetish for fucking a pregnant guy in the early stages of labor. I was overdue though so it probably wouldn't turn them off. Plus, I was having twins.

"But my belly has dropped," I smirked, cupping the bottom of my belly with both hands, pulling the bottom of the jacket tight so all the audience could see that I was carrying low.

"Fantastic!" The MC nodded.  "Anyone in the audience have any questions?"

"When's he gonna take that fucking jacket off?" A shout came. "What pregnancy is this?" Came another.

"This is my third pregnancy," I told the crowd. "But don't worry, my hole's as tight and pretty as ever!" I added with a wink.

"Alright, Pauly," the MC said, taking a step closer. "I think we've kept them waiting long enough.  Let's get you outta that coat, Santa!"

Dear Brimming, unending thanks for this piece of pure, amazing hotness!!! We're definitely lucky to have you here :D I like the idea of a short interview before the show starts: sounds a great appetizer!! I also love the fact that many of your breeders are Italian studs...if you need to pay a visit to my country in order to pick some new interesting guy to "draft", then let me know :))

I made a show of taking the jacket off, slowly undoing the big black belt, waving at the crowd, getting them to cheer louder. I opened the front of the jacket and let my belly burst out, rubbing the top and bottom of it as the MC climbed onto the block behind me. He helped me out of the sleeves and tossed the coat aside as he hopped down, leaving me standing there topless, with only my boots and a tiny pair of red Santa styled briefs on, the front of which were blocked by my low hanging belly.  The crowd went crazy as I stood there rubbing my belly for them.

I turned profile so they could see just how far my belly stuck out from the rest of my muscular body and so they could see the deep arch of my back as it was pulled forward by the heavy twin girls.

"How much?"  A man called out. "Come on tell us how much!"

"Alright, alright guys!" The MC called over the shouting crowd, waving at them to quiet down. "Time to get down to business.  Pauly, tell me, how are you feeling tonight?" He asked, holding the mic back up to me.

"I'm feeling really, really pregnant," I smirked.  "And really horny.  I'm ready to fuck!"

"You heard him boys!" The MC shouted over the applause.  "This Italian stallion is DTF!  Let's start the bidding!  For one night with pregnant Pauly, the bidding starts at $400.00!"

I winced a little that the MC had started so low but I knew I'd get a lot more than that.  A lot of times, he'd start low to give some of the guys "a chance", knowing full well that the bidding would soon get out of their league. The bigger the belly, the bigger the payout was how it went and I had the biggest belly of any guys on the block tonight.

"$400!"

"$600!"

"$750!"

"$1500!"

My price was going up quick and a big smile came back to my face.  The club got a 20% cut, which was pretty high but I still stood to make a pretty penny.

"Show us your ass!"

"Pauly, if you wouldn't mind," the MC gestured to me as he continued to call out the bids.

Nodding, I turned around, spread my legs and pulled down the back of my briefs, showing off my pregnancy-fattened ass.  I knew that once I did that, the bids would shoot up even higher. I had an incredible, perky bubble butt when I wasn't pregnant but now that I was carrying twins, the globes of flesh had fattened up to immense proportions.

"Look at that nice, pregnant ass!" The MC said, stepping over and giving my ass a sharp smack, making it jiggle.  "Nice and fat. Lots of bounce!" He said as he grabbed hold of my left cheek and gave it a shake.

"How's the hole?" A man yelled out.

Knowing what to do, I let go of my belly which I'd been cupping and took an ass cheek in each hand. I bent over as far as I could which wasn't much more and pulled my ass apart so the crowd could get a look. I glanced behind me and saw that most of the men were on their feet now, craning for a look.

"Still nice and tight just like Pauly said!" The MC confirmed as he ran his fingers over my hole for affect.

"$2500!"

"$2750!"

"Come on guys, you can do better!" The MC egged on the crowd. "Do I hear $3000 for a night with the hottest, biggest, overdue guy in town?"

"$3000!"

"He's having twins!" The MC reminded.

"$4500!"

"$6000!"

I'd never gone for that much before. I was pumped.  Unfortunately in my position though, I couldn't see who was making the bids.  Deciding that I've given the crowd enough "ass time" I stood back up, leaving the back of my briefs down. Slowly, I turned around on the block and showed off my profile again, reminding them of the big belly they could get their hands on for a price.

"For those of you who aren't close enough to see," the MC continued. "There's not one single stretch mark on this beauty," he said as he reached up to stroke my belly.

"$7000!"

"$7500!"

$7500 was good, no, it was great. Even minus the club's cut, I would make $6000. Still, I wanted more, so I put on a show.  I ran my hands over my belly and played with my belly button before I moved my hands up to my chest.  It was very tender and full at this point but still had a lot of muscle underneath. I tweaked each of my nipples and massaged my chest, showing the audience its beefy texture.  After that, I broke out the guns, flexing my biceps showing the men that while I might be in a delicate state being overdue with twins, I was all man, as was evident by my muscular arms.

"$15000!"

"$15000!" The MC repeated. "A new club record!"

"Fuck!" Someone yelled.

"Damn it!" Another man groaned.

"$15000! Going once!  Going twice!  Sold!" The MC said. "To bidder #17.  Congratulations!"

"Fuck you #17!"

I smiled and waved at the crowd as the MC helped me off the block. As I waddled off stage, I pulled up my briefs and headed back to the dressing room

Thanks!  Just realized I missed posting 2 chapters, so posted them above.  Everyone be sure to check them out! Sorry!  Also, for those of you wondering, this was my inspiration for Pauly...

Thankfully the penthouse was nearly 30 floors up and the service elevator wasn't too fast, giving me some time to catch my breath. The back wall was mirrored so I turned around to check myself out.

I adjusted my hat, hoping that my hair still looked OK underneath. Maybe whoever I was about to meet would want me to keep it on?  I had just wiped off the light sheen of sweat that coated my forehead when the elevator buzzed, announcing my arrival. I turned around to face forward, debating how to present myself.  I was most comfortable with my hands at the small of my back but I knew that could make me look like I was struggling, which to be honest, I was but I didn't want to appear that way. The doors opened slowly and I was surprised to see a 20 something year old woman standing in there waiting for me.

"Jesus you're big!" She said, shaking her head.

"Hi," I smiled.

"Come on out," she said, waving me out of the elevator.

"Thanks. Nice place," I said, looking around the private foyer.

"I know, right?" She grinned.

"Most cost you a dime."

"Oh it definitely does," she nodded. "But I don't pay for it!  Wait, did you think you were here for me?" She laughed.

"It wouldn't be the first time," I chuckled.

"You're not here for me," she said, shaking her head. "You're here for my boss.  I'm Zara, his assistant."

"Oh OK," I nodded.

"Why don't you have a seat over here," she said, gesturing to a nearby chair. "There's a few forms we have to go over before you go in."

I took a seat in the chair, grateful to be off my feet. Zara went over to a desk and pulled some papers out of the drawer along with a clipboard.

"The top form is an agreement you need to sign that says to the best of your knowledge you're free of any diseases and are healthy enough for sex," she said as she handed me the forms and a pen.

"Just got cleared by the doctor today," I said as signed.

"I'm aware of that," Zara nodded. "I know you boys get checked out daily, still I need that form signed. The second form is a waiver that says that you have the right to say no to any request my boss has but if you do say yes and there are damages or complications, you waive your right to sue."

"Damages or complications?" I asked, looking up at her before I signed the second sheet.

"Hehe!" She giggled as she rolled her eyes. "There's no other way to say it than my boss has a big cock. So I've heard, I've never seen it," she said, putting her hands out defensively. "Apparently it's big enough though that he needs this waiver just in case. So if you see it and you think it's too big, just say no.  It's happened before," she shrugged. "He's generally pretty understanding about it but I know he'd be disappointed if you didn't work out."

"Has he seen me?" I asked as I debated whether or not to sign the form. I loved big dick. I'd never seen one I thought was too big. But if I needed to sign a waiver....

"No," Zara shook his head. "But he has a type. He'll really like you."

"I hope I like him," I said, shrugging as I signed the form. I wanted my money. I'd given birth twice before so I was used to big things in my ass and I'd be pushing 2 more out soon. I could take it...

"That brings us to the next form," Zara said. "Like him or not, the next form is a confidentiality agreement. You can't discuss what happens in there with anyone. That means you also can't disclose his identity," Zara explained as I glanced over the form. "You're not allowed to take pictures or videos but he is at his discretion, you're also agreeing to that. If he does take videos or pictures they will not knowingly be distributed by him ever so you don't have to worry about them getting out."

"OK," I nodded as I signed the last sheet.

"Good!" Zara smiled, taking the clipboard from me. "You're all set then," she said as she offered a hand to help me stand.

"Thanks," I smiled as I stood and adjusted my coat.

"Right through the door," she said, opening the front door for me. "He'll be waiting for you in the living room.  Have fun!"