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Shark, Part 34 - Male Version
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Contains: Male: pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, lactation, multiples, weight gain, stuffing.
This story is a work of fiction. As specified throughout the story, all characters featured in this work are 18 years of age or older.
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With all the recent structural changes, Roger and Ike decided it was about time they saw the café operation for themselves. They entered the quaint eatery just steps away from the corporate offices.
And then the two men froze, looking around in shock at all the heavily pregnant, scantily-clad men flirting with flustered customers.
“What in the seven hells!?” Roger cried.
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Logan’s new secretary, Allison, poked her head into the office. “You have some visitors, sir,” she said in her sultry, singsongy voice as she stepped inside. Between her long legs and her perky tits, Allison was irresistible. She had only been around for a week, and they’d already hooked up twice. Logan’s new position was yielding quite the benefits.
“Let them in,” Logan responded as he leered unabashedly.
Allison smiled sweetly back at him, before moving out of the doorframe. “Come on in everyone,” she called.
And then, to Logan’s shock, numerous people poured into his office. One after the next, until a crowd of people cluttered the inside. There were numerous people who were vaguely familiar, accompanied by wailing children and some scowling teenagers, all of whom looked a bit like Logan.
Logan gulped and stumbled back as yet more people forced their way into the room. Sure, his office was huge, but this was a bit much.
Once it appeared that all the people out in the corridor had packed their way into Logan’s office, he barely had a few tiles of space to himself. He was completely surrounded.
“What’s going on here, Allison!?” Logan squawked over the chatter.
But she didn’t need to explain anything. Logan’s brain slowly registered individual faces, individual nights—intimate nights. Hotel rooms, coat closets, or right over the desk of his old office.
“You have quite the body count, Logan,” Allison responded, his heart sinking as she smirked. “And quite a lot of children. Care to do the introductions?”
There had to be hundreds of children, crying, squabbling, or running around the room, as their parents glared at him.
Logan choked as he tried to respond. “I erm — I didn’t —”
He flinched as a camera flashed right in his face. He came to realize several photographers were present, taking his pictures, some of them filming. This was bad. No, this was a nightmare. “What do you want?” he rasped.
Allison pushed her way through several other bodies, before standing to face him. “You’re a little behind on child support, Logan. It’s actually in the millions,” she added in a whisper, stuffing a rumpled piece of paper into his fist. “I hope you don’t mind, but I factored in our little tadpole.” She rubbed her belly meaningfully.
Logan stumbled back. He hit the edge of the window, and was stuck there, Allison disappearing as the crowd continued closing in. His mouth was dry as he glanced down at the paper Allison had given him. The eight-figure number sent him into a fit of coughs as he clasped feebly at his chest.
Logan spotted his cousin, Marc, shaking his head in shame, the treacherous bastard.
“You thought you could hide,” seethed a glaring brunette as she rocked a sobbing baby in her arms.
“Or bury us in legal filings,” snapped a man who had her two flailing toddlers on leashes.
There was another flash of a camera. Logan’s eyes darted around. “The media? Really?” he snarled at Allison, wherever the hell she was in the crowd.
“We’re doing a documentary!” piped one of the cameramen cheerfully.
“The genetic testing confirms all the kids are yours,” said Marc solemnly. “Logan, how could you?”
Logan was cornered.
“Homeland security,” said a guy in tactical gear, holding up a badge as he chewed gum. “We are withholding your paychecks and freezing all your accounts. We’ve already seized your condo, your cars, and your watch collection, and we have a warrant for your arrest.”
“We are highly interested in your DNA, Mr. Graham,” said a random guy in a lab coat. “As an alternative to prison, we are willing to study you at our government facilities.”
Logan’s life was over. In an instant, he wrenched open the window and got his foot up on the frame.
“Don’t do it, Logan!” cried one of the photographers while still snapping photos.
But if he didn’t have money or recognition, there was no point in living. Logan flung himself out the window. The last thing he remembered was plunging rapidly towards some parked cars.
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“Colton, we need you back,” said Roger authoritatively.
Colton was exhausted. He had only recently found himself a full-time nanny, and it was the first time he had left his home in weeks. “What?” he said in puzzlement as he sank down in one of the chairs facing Roger’s desk.
“You must have anticipated why I summoned you,” said Roger. “Logan is out. We need you to take over.”
“But you fired me,” said Colton, rubbing his head.
“I’m willing to offer you a raise,” Roger negotiated.
The office door opened. Roger looked up while Colton turned in his seat to see —Oharo — of all people, enter the room!
“Mr. Oharo, what are you doing here?” said Colton in bafflement.
Roger merely frowned at the other business mogul.
“Why, I’m here to give you a better offer,” said Mr. Oharo smoothly. “I’ll give you double the money and half the workload. All you have to do is agree to move to Asia.”
Colton was stunned. His horrible fortune had abruptly changed.
“I even want you to help develop a competing product and prepare it for a global release. You have opened my eyes to international markets. I’m prepared to end my partnership with Boddims entirely, and start fresh. You will have full creative autonomy, and we will destroy his company,” said Oharo as he gazed coldly at Roger.
Colton was stunned.
Roger sputtered. “We have a contract!” he screeched. “And you —” He pointed aggressively at Colton. “You have a noncompete clause. You can’t just work for another food company, you freak!”
“We’ll let the courts decide that,” Mr. Oharo responded. “I have an expansive team of law firms and unlimited funds. We’ll bury you in paperwork. Litigation can take decades.”
Colton felt dizzy. He couldn’t believe the direction things had turned. He had gone from unemployed and overwhelmed, to having an abundance of incredible opportunities. He looked from Roger to Oharo, dazed.
Working for Roger would feel safe and familiar, and Colton wouldn’t have to move. At the same time, Roger was prejudiced and had already disposed of Colton once. Who was to say he wouldn’t do it again the next time some conniving hotshot man-bro came vying for Colton’s title?
But moving to Asia seemed even more daunting. Colton gulped as he pictured it. Somehow, he knew what Mr. Oharo would expect of him.
Both choices were simultaneously tempting and unnerving. But Colton knew what he had to do.
“I accept,” he said weakly, feeling dizzy when he thought of the things to come. “Mr. Oharo.”
Oharo smiled at him.
Roger keeled over.
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Epilogue
Four Months Later
Logan was off the grid.
Not even his parents knew his location. No one had seen or heard from him in four months.
His hair was overgrown, his clothing ragged. His arm remained in a sling as he shuffled around his decrepit little studio apartment, a rat scuttling somewhere in his periphery. He could hear the sound of gunshots outside.
His arm would improve in time, once he got some physical therapy. But Logan suspected he would always have a limp.
The doctors had said it was a miracle he had even survived the fall. Logan supposed he should just count his blessings.
It still stung to remember he had been a high-level corporate executive, earning millions of dollars, only a few months earlier.
Logan sighed to himself and continued to shuffle around the “kitchen area” of his apartment, which consisted of a portable hotplate, a dying mini-fridge, and a pile of canned products stacked in the corner of the dirty rug.
There was also a large wooden chest. Logan awkwardly knelt down and pulled it open, revealing countless packages of Goop’ms, the sight of the fat-cakes causing Logan to instantly salivate.
He had an addiction. He had crafted it deliberately. Logan frantically started to stuff the treats into his mouth until his cheeks were bulging. He chewed and swallowed as many as he could. Most of them were expired, having been retrieved from the dumpsters by the corporate building. But when Logan had to, he purchased them. It was an absolute necessity.
After a full hour of binging the icing-covered, cream-stuffed pastries, Logan closed the chest and leaned over it, struggling to catch his breath. His face was flushed, his forehead beaded with sweat. After a while, he finally found the strength to heave himself up, slowly, on his good leg. He limped towards his futon in the opposite corner for a well-deserved nap.
One of his hands absently cupped his abdomen. The curve there. His stomach was protruding significantly, stretching out his torn T-shirt. Big and firm enough that he looked to be five months pregnant.
Logan had done that deliberately as well. He hadn’t even known if it was possible for him, but he had bent over for as many guys as he could, pumping himself as full as possible with baby-juice. Then he would go home and gorge himself on greasy, caloric food, as well as plenty of Goop’ms. Eventually it had worked. He was sure of it! Logan was fairly certain he had successfully gotten himself pregnant! Probably.
This was sure to solve all of his problems. It had worked for Kat, hadn’t it?
Chuckling psychotically to himself, Logan stretched himself out across his lumpy futon, and steadily fell into a fitful sleep, moaning and fidgeting.
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Colton met a guy practically as soon as he touched down in Asia.
He had gone to the hotel bar, unable to sleep from the jet lag. That’s where he met Royce, who worked in banking. He was tall, dark, and masculine. Colton could hardly believe how well they got along, or the intensity of their chemistry. What followed was a whirlwind romance that peaked with a courthouse marriage.
Things had certainly moved fast.
“I can’t believe I’m only three months pregnant,” Colton mumbled awkwardly, his face flushed as his hands cupped his round belly, which was so large he already looked as though he was at term!
Royce was lying on the bed beside him, turned sideways to gaze at him, his elbow against the mattress as his hand propped up his head.
“Me too,” Royce muttered. Royce seemed to spend most of their time together just marveling at Colton, his hand cupping and stroking the huge swell in fascination. “I can’t imagine what nine months will look like.”
Colton gulped. He could. After all, he’d already given birth to a record ten babies at once. He thought of his many children, who were currently being attended to by a fleet of servants on the floor above them. Royce and Colton tried to spend as much time with them as they could, but the children were certainly a handful. Colton was just grateful for the help.
Overwhelming pregnancy aside, life was going swimmingly. This was the happiest Colton had been in quite a long time. He was even happy to be having more babies. He was surrounded by love and support and had a great job that wasn’t too demanding. He had never envisioned his life turning out like this, yet he wouldn’t want anything else.
“Oh…” Colton grimaced when he felt a sudden spike in tension. His belly tightened uncomfortably, his legs unconsciously kicking at the mattress, before his abdomen popped outward at least a few inches in growth.
He gasped for breath as he slumped deeper into his pillows, Royce gaping at him.
Colton’s thighs rubbed together, his groin heated. His hands rubbed his flanks. He was certain he looked overdue!
He knew it was all the eating he was doing for work. Constantly taste-testing new pastry prototypes as Oharo watched on in amusement. “My life is insane…” Colton noted dazedly.
“It’s amazing.” Royce kissed his navel.
The End
