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“We’ll have to inject him once a week, and I’ll give you the hormone supplements for his food,” Singh said. She absently petted along the side of his chest. “I think we could get him up to a respectable B cup.”

So all Alex had to do to avoid all this was starve himself.

...That wasn’t happening. Alex was going to have tits.

He collapsed against Tracht when they finally let him up. If he had any energy at all he would have been glaring at Singh.

Goddamn Espinosa and Singh and Anna. This was all their fault.

[Chapter 28]

Tracht made Alex beg for food.

Starving wasn’t in Alex’s plans, but it chafed, having to ask for food that was full of the hormones that would warp Alex’s body.

After the first two nights, Alex’s chest started feeling sore. Sensitive and soft. Alex actually cried then, and it was dumb because they were just tits and they’d be gone before they got back to Cadmus but it wasn’t fair.

Tracht had a lot of fun kissing Alex’s tears away and playing with those first hints of breast.

“They’re much more fascinating on you than on a woman,” Tracht murmured. “How big do you think they’ll get? Maybe I’ll have you push them together so I can slide my cock between them.”

Alex started crying harder. He loved titty-fucking women. It wasn’t right that Tracht would get to do that to Alex when he didn’t even like chicks!

At least the breasts weren’t visible when Alex wore clothes.

He didn’t really want to hang around Tracht—well, mostly he didn’t. So as soon as he could get away, he escaped to the lounge. Not the gym, because he didn’t want to risk anybody figuring out what had happened.

He read more boring history stuff on his tablet and fumed about how Espinosa must have done this all on purpose. She’d probably wanted him to get in trouble with Tracht.

Joke was on her though; Alex was pretty sure Tracht was even more into him now than before.

“Hey! Not working out?” Parsons asked as he sat down next to Alex.

Alex hadn’t even noticed him come in. He looked fresh from the gym.

“Don’t feel like it.”

He saw Parsons frown lightly. “Any reason?”

“No.” Alex jabbed the tablet to dim the screen. “What do you want?”

“Uh… just to chat? What were you looking at?” Parsons got a bit closer, and if Alex didn’t know better, he’d assume that Parsons was trying to peer down his shirt.

He was pretty sure Parsons wasn’t actually trying to do that.

“Just studying. Cadmus politics is the new thing Tracht is on about now.” Alex scooted away from Parsons. “Does it even matter who runs the place?”

“Yeah, Alex, it kind of does.” Parsons looked at Alex, then around the room. Out of curiosity, Alex peered around too, but they were still alone. A rarity at this hour, but it had made Alex feel a bit better about being out in public.

“Hey, so. I had a question.” After a brief pause, Parsons continued, “About your brother. And you, I guess.”

This again? Alex almost snapped at Parsons some more, but then he figured talking about Nick was better than Parsons trying to cheer Alex up or trying to figure out what Tracht had done to to him recently.

“Sure, whatever.”

“Why did you do it? The… the criminal stuff.” His voice was quiet and hesitant, but at least it wasn’t judgmental.

“We needed money? Why else would we have done it?”

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