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Shark, Part 17 - Male Version
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Summary: In his career, Logan likes to fuck his competition. Literally. He gets them pregnant and they get out of his way. Contains: Male: pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, lactation, multiples, weight gain, stuffing.
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Colton was unsure of how he had gotten on the little wooden rowboat. It was so crudely made and small, it might have been able to accommodate a second person, at most.
But Colton was alone.
He used one hand to shield his eyes against the bright sunlight beaming down on him. He gazed around in all directions, the still water extending as far as he could see.
His free hand absently cupped his belly.
His midsection felt uncomfortably bloated. Overstuffed. His trousers were tight on his waist, and his button-down shirt was damp with perspiration. Colton narrowed his eyes, thinking he could spot some land far in the distance. “Help!” he cried out.
It was stupid. He was alone. Even if what he was seeing was land, it was miles away. No one would be able to hear him.
Colton kicked off his shoes, allowing his bare feet to press against the bottom of the boat. He felt more stable and balanced now.
God, his trousers were tight. They were positively squeezing him. Colton yelped as the button popped off his waistband, the trousers instantly loosening and sliding down as his belly pushed out several inches, freed from compression. He sighed in relief as he looked down at himself, wondering if he wasn’t bigger than he should have been…
Nothing for miles. Colton wondered where he was, and how he had gotten stranded here. The water was a deep blue, and undeniably beautiful. Yet it was eerily still. His hands cupped the exposed lower part of his belly, his trousers having pooled around his feet. He was wearing a pair of briefs.
His shirt was sliding and bunching up slowly, hitting a snag at his belly button. The material stretched, the buttons straining as he breathed. They began to snap off one by one. Oh, that felt better.
The boat was rocking a little, probably from his fidgeting. Colton eased himself down on the bench, stretching his back, and finally registering what was happening.
He was growing.
His skin was flushed and tightening. He felt hot and breathless, so he pulled off the remains of his shirt. Beneath, he had on a fucking bra. Colton stretched his legs, trying to get more comfortable. His belly was throbbing with growth. He winced at a particularly strong pulse, his abdomen rising. He registered the fact that he looked at term already. How was this even possible?
Something moved in his peripheral vision. Colton directed his attention back to the water.
That’s when he saw it. The gray fin poking out above the water’s surface. Gliding around him in a steady circle. A second fin joined it, then a third.
Sharks.
Colton’s pulse sped up. The boat wobbled. He tried to breathe. Tried to calm down.
He groaned as his belly visibly heaved with growth, rising like dough, stretching and broadening as he arched and strained to support the increasing girth inside of him. He gasped for breath, his skin pink and tight. He could feel the pulsations, the pressure still rising within.
He felt uncomfortably packed, on the cusp of pain. His supple new uterus was straining, his belly making him look as though he was overdue with twins by then. The bra could barely contain his plump breasts that seemed determined to break free. Colton just tried to focus on breathing.
The boat rocked precariously. The sharks kept circling. He grunted as his belly heaved again, pushing and filling as he struggled, sweat pouring down his temples.
He felt dizzy. His swell was becoming brutally heavy against his body, still pulsing and growing fuller even outside of the more visible growth spurts.
“Haaaah haaa…hoooo…haaaahhh…” He huffed and puffed deep breaths of air, determined to maintain his composure. If he panicked, he was as good as dead. By then, he looked as though he had a beachball affixed to his torso, the boat perilously unbalanced. He was afraid to move.
Yet his thighs twitched and fidgeted, his ass strangely heavy. His body felt ready.
I can’t, he told himself, desperately. He had to hold it in. Despite this resolve, he felt a faint popping sensation, then there was a gush of fluid that soaked through the back of his briefs and puddled beneath him.
His insides lurched, then spasmed, the pain forcing him into an arched position. Colton threw his head back and screamed.
The bra tore apart, his fat tits bobbing free, nipples leaking.
Another heave of growth made him feel as though his belly was pinning him down, the bench creaking beneath him. Finally, the bench broke in two, Colton yelping as he dropped to the floor of the boat, the weight of his belly knocking the air out of his lungs.
It took a moment before he could breathe again, squirming and whining, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. He got his hands beneath him, trying to push himself upright. He grasped onto the edges of the boat.
“ERRRGGHHHH!” His belly heaved with growth, his skin prickling as his mass trembled, his overstretched muscles feeling like they would tear to shreds.
He gasped for breath, then whined as something pushed lower and deeper; shoving through him. “Can’t,” he choked. It wasn’t safe. He was too vulnerable. And there was no space. He couldn’t give birth out on the water, isolated.
His face was hot, his insides pushing and lurching as he tried to resist. His belly gave a forceful jerk, then spasmed some more as he wheezed and struggled, clutching what he could of it. His hole ached, his backside swelling, and he was certain that his belly was bigger than he was. It looked like an inflating balloon, overfilled and ready to pop. It started to press into both sides the boat, the wood creaking. The boat rocked, swinging erratically. Finally, it tipped over.
Colton’s yell was cut off as he was submerged in water, sinking deeper and darker, his belly throbbing, and the sharks racing after him.
He gasped awake.
Colton panted, his eyes darting around as they adjusted to the darkness. He registered that he was in his bedroom.
His hands cupped his belly and he felt strangely comforted that it had not grown to the size of a minivan since he had fallen asleep. Shaking off the final vestiges of the strange dream, Colton climbed out of bed, held his back, then waddled into the bathroom adjoining his bedroom.
He studied his reflection. He was wearing an old T-shirt and some sweatpants, his belly sticking out visibly beneath the top since he couldn’t have been bothered to purchase more accommodating sleepwear in the four months since he had acquired this ridiculous condition.
Colton turned to his side, surveying the true extent of his belly, which was so absurdly round, he looked as though he could have been in his third trimester. His tits were steadily growing as well, high and plump, and looking absolutely absurd on his male body.
Colton absently shook his head, still stunned by how rapidly this pregnancy was advancing. It was certainly punishment for being so stupid as to sleep with someone as detestable as Logan.
He huffed a curse, his fist hitting the wall.
How the hell had he let this happen to him?
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Colton opened another drawer of his desk, reaching in and rummaging around.
He was glad to be out of the café and away from the sickening sense that they were fattening him like a prized pig, waiting to devour him.
He opened another drawer.
With Chris fully taking over as manager at the café, Oharo simply didn’t need Colton and Logan on site every day anymore, as Oharo had told them during that last conference call.
Colton had been conflicted about Mr. Oharo’s brusque dismissal. On one hand, the café was a fucking clown show, and Colton couldn’t have been happier to get the fuck out of there as quickly as possible.
On the other hand, that left him back in the ultra-conservative Boddims corporate offices, dodging Roger while doing his best to try to hide his ludicrous pregnancy.
Colton checked the final drawer but came up empty. He usually kept a little stash of candy bars for late nights at the office. Of course, he hadn’t been here in a while, and so hadn’t restocked.
Though it was only 11 AM, Colton had already consumed his hearty lunch of sub sandwiches — two of them. They had been loaded with lettuce, tomato, roast beef, pickles, salami, and cheddar cheese. Colton had plowed through the food in minutes, and it had been absolutely delicious. But somehow, he was still hungry.
His stomach grumbled. Colton’s face twisted into a scowl, his hands clutching the rounded curve of his belly.
He couldn’t believe that he still had this thing inside of him, now so large that he had become fat, his belly bulging out like a dome. He wore oversized sweaters, blazers, and jackets when he was in the office, but it wasn’t going to work for much longer.
In the evenings, he obsessed himself with the latest news regarding his affliction, hoping to find a man who had been able to successfully terminate. But not so far. Colton had even considered dicey surgeons abroad who offered the procedure, but the risk was astronomical.
Even if male-abortion was an option, Oharo remained a problem. The magnate was so clearly obsessive about male pregnancy that Colton was certain his getting an abortion would ruin the café deal.
Colton was out of options. He was going to have to accept this, eventually. He just wished he was smaller; he wished she could hide it, but he was just growing nonstop.
His pregnancy was already heavy, burdensome, and visible. Colton knew that it was strange as well. His doctor had been stumped. The physician had mentioned a high probability of multiples and referred Colton to various specialists. It was all so disturbing, Colton was left paralyzed, desperate to ignore the growing issue as his personal life encroached more and more on his career, pushing out, demanding attention.
The gurgling of his belly caused Colton to grimace.
He slammed the drawer shut, then impatiently rubbed the oversized swell with his palms. He breathed evenly, trying to clear his mind. He might as well work on one problem at a time. The hunger always took the forefront. It was uncomfortable and relentless. It made him anxious.
Yet he worked for one of the world’s largest snack producers. He had nothing to worry about.
Colton heaved himself up from his chair, once again stunned by how much effort that took compared to just a month ago. He still couldn’t believe how rapidly he was blowing up! Colton adjusted his blazer and grabbed his briefcase, holding it close as he stepped out of the office.
He walked along familiar corridors, keeping his head down, avoiding attention. It was so uncharacteristic of him and he hated it. No one made it to the top while trying to fade into the background.
Unsurprisingly, his thoughts wandered back to his hunger, his skin hot, his belly beginning to ache with need. He was always hungry and horny. This condition was maddening. Colton did his best to focus on his destination.
Only moments later, he was in front of the third-floor storeroom, unlocking it with the key he had borrowed from the janitor.
Colton entered the room and closed the door behind him, flipping on the lights. He found himself surrounded by shelves piled with boxes upon boxes of Boddims fat-cakes in every variety. They were mainly stocked here as samples for potential clients, or just handouts to whomever was feeling masochistic.
Colton quickly grabbed the closest box to him, ripping it open, and tearing apart the wrapping on the first snack-cake. It was covered in icing, and as he stuffed it into his mouth, whipped cream gushed onto his tongue. The cake was so soft and squishy, sweet and oily. He barely had to chew before he gulped it down, then quickly tore the packaging off another cake, demolishing it.
He was six cakes in when he finally took notice of the muffled voices. Colton furrowed his brow at the familiarity. Was that…Johnson? He shuffled towards the far wall, pushing boxes aside as he leaned as close as he could get, while gnawing on another cake. He realized that this storeroom must have been right next to the third-floor break room as he listened to the chattering voices.
“You have no fucking chance with Pam,” Johnson was saying.
They were talking about one of the new interns.
“…she’s been crushing on Colt since she got here last March.”
“Not for much longer. You guys seen him lately?” said Smith. “Colton’s fat as fuck.”
There was a round of snickers.
“Too many goop’ms?” Was that Logan’s voice!? Colton crushed the cake he was holding into mush, his body tensing.
“Shit, maybe I have a chance then.” That sounded like Pryce, the idiot. “Pam’s my masochistic fantasy. I want her to slap me around then strangle the shit out of me.”
More juvenile giggling.
“I say go for it. It’s not like Colton knows what to do with her,” said Reese.
“What do I do, what do I do!?” someone mocked in a panicky voice.
Colton’s face heated as the group chortled at his expense.
“You guys see the way he’s been skulking around the offices? What’s up his ass anyway?”
“Oh, we all know what he puts up there.”
Someone guffawed then fell into a fit of coughs, others chuckling nervously until the room quieted.
Then Logan spoke: “Well, I have it on good authority that he’ll happily choke down eight-inches—no homo.”
They were positively howling.
“Well shit, if he’s doing it for free…” said someone else.
“Dude.”
“Hey, it’s not gay if you’re just—letting it happen.”
They were laughing so hard they sounded like they couldn’t breathe. Someone knocked something over. Colton’s heart felt like it was lodged in his throat.
“That fucker’s gonna need a beard soon,” noted Smith.
“Reese, just get your mom to do it.”
“Fuck you!”
God, they were being so fucking loud. Colton wanted to murder all of them!
“So who’s leaking this to Roger,” someone joked.
“I don’t think anyone has to leak it. He’s starting to look really round, if you know what I mean,” said someone meaningfully.
Colton froze, his body paling. There was a long pause in the other room.
“What the fuck are you talking about? You don’t think—”
Another pause.
“That’s just insane, what the fuck have you been smoking?”
“Hey, it’s a thing.”
“I actually heard it happened to some guy at Cryptacorp. You used to work there, didn’t you Logan?”
“Yeah, briefly. I’ve never heard about that though,” responded Logan, sounding nonchalant.
“Eugh, could you imagine?” said Smith.
“He’d be a laughingstock. Those people are freaks of nature.”
“Roger would lose his shit,” someone snorted.
“Hey, what do you guys think about Ike’s new secretary?” Reese changed the subject, ADHD-fucker. “That girl’s got an ass on her. It’s just so grabbable…”
Dazedly, Colton stepped away from the wall.
His condition was not as hidden as he had previously thought.
