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Shark, Part 14 - 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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A week passed and things continued to be eerily functional at the café. It felt, to Logan, like the quiet before a storm. Or maybe he was just a pessimist. He felt like he was always waiting for reporters, lawyers, or police officers to flood the establishment at any moment accusing him of unspeakable perversions.
Of course, the company had lawyers of their own, ones who often assured Logan that all the paperwork and hiring contracts were “completely legitimate,” while sounding truly weirded out even discussing it by phone with him.
Yet Logan still felt paranoid that he would be getting into trouble, at some point. He tried not to allow his uneasiness to take over his decision-making.
The staff was doing well, at least. Andy was always eating a lot these days. Eating like a pig. Tim would smile encouragingly, clearly satisfied with the obvious way that Andy was trying to stuff his belly and make it larger, large enough to get him that $5,000 bonus.
Andy's due date had already come and passed. He was always flushed or breathless, his large at-term belly starting to strain the maternity shirts he wore to work.
He must have been a couple days overdue by then. And as purposefully as he was eating, he indeed was putting on weight. Logan could see it in his hips and backside, as well as in his chest and shoulders. Logan wasn’t sure that Andy's belly was growing the way Andy wanted it to, but he still looked quite nice. Plump and ripe.
Andy would take frequent bathroom breaks, sometimes accompanied by Ryan. Logan suspected they were doing measurements: seeing how close they were to qualifying for the money. Tim’s manipulation had been faultless, really. Now the two servers wanted to push their bodies toward getting as big as possible. Andy showed no concern about being overdue. His primary focus was putting on weight.
And every time Andy went back to Tim to check his official measurements, the answer was always the same:
“Oh, you’re getting close. Just a couple more centimeters,” Tim would say.
Which seemed terribly convenient. Logan didn’t think Tim was particularly good at measuring things.
“We’re heading out, Chris,” Logan called to the barista one afternoon, Colton and Tim standing by the door with him.
Chris offered a thumbs-up, hardly looking up from the register. After a couple weeks on the human dairy pill supplements, Chris was really blooming. It seemed strange, how rapid the treatment was working. Chris now had a pair of round DDs on his chest, stretching out his shirts, and Chris hardly seemed to know what to do with them. Sometimes he would stare down at his cleavage in amazement or scratch one tit distractedly while taking an order. He was only just starting to notice the way the customers stared, which made him sheepish and…increasingly bemused.
God, this whole thing is insanity. Logan sighed as he walked outside, holding the door for his two pregnant colleagues. Tim was smiling even through his awkward waddle. Colton looked like he might be sick.
“Ready?” Logan said, unenthusiastically.
It was time to meet with the overseers.
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It was an “informal” meeting about the status and future of the café. A sort of progress-report. Logan knew that it was largely about determining whether to keep the café open or to shut its doors.
It was only Tim’s second time visiting the corporate offices, and everyone’s shock, by then, had given way to derisive attitudes.
“Moooo…” someone intoned, causing others to chuckle. Logan, Colton, and Tim were standing in a meeting room in front of a large rectangular table where a dozen executives sat around peering at them in amusement.
Tim did not acknowledge the mockery. He was wearing a fitted button-down, his massive belly making him look as though he was past-due with quints by then. The mass was huge on Tim’s narrow body, Tim smiling despite the visible shudders of the swell. He was breathing deeply, but not panting. His orb rose and fell with these breaths, or maybe on its own.
Colton was standing slightly behind Logan and Tim’s shoulders, back to wearing layers of clothing as he tried to appear as inconspicuous as possible. He looked terribly uneasy with the way his colleagues were treating Tim, like he feared it was the way they would treat him once they found out about his own pregnancy.
Logan was honestly puzzled that no one at the corporate offices had noticed that Colton was pregnant by now. With all the eating Colton was doing lately, he looked as though he could have been seven months along. Of course, at present, he was covered up, his clothing softening the prominence of his gut, perhaps making it look like more of a beer belly. Additionally, Tim’s presence naturally drew everyone’s attention. No one was noticing Colton at that moment.
“Well, the numbers are impressive,” muttered Ike, who was seated at the head of the table to face them. He appeared to be the only person who wasn’t snickering. Ike flipped through some of the papers lying in front of him on the table. “In only a couple of weeks, the café went from hemorrhaging money to breaking even.”
“Oh, you have to look at the updated draft,” Tim interjected. “We’ve more than broken even. You’ll find that profits just this month have been quite substantial.”
Ike hummed in approval as he continued to peruse the forms. Of course, if he analyzed it with any real depth, he might have noticed some of the bizarre stuff going on at the establishment.
“There’s been an 80% growth in patronage just since Tim came on, and it’s only increasing,” Logan added, trying not to impulsively gaze at the way Tim was rubbing his belly.
“Yes, and if the café stays on course and sticks to the Oho’s company standards, there is no reason it shouldn’t th…thrive,” Tim said, his smile twitching a bit as his eyebrows furrowed. He kneaded his belly with the heels of both hands, as though to soothe the babies packed within.
There was a momentary pause as Ike appraised him, absently. Then Ike lightly shook himself, clearing his throat. “I’m impressed, Mr. Sao.”
“This is some queer stuff,” someone muttered, to a new round of chuckles.
“Enough with the jokes. I don’t need HR on my ass like they were at the company retreat,” Ike muttered.
Someone snorted loudly, several others snickering. Logan was used to the fratty antics. The only time people behaved was when old man Roger came through.
“Tim, how old are you?” Johnson asked.
“Nineteen,” Tim responded comfortably.
Someone gave a low whistle.
“Damn,” Pryce muttered.
“What beastly specimen is responsible for that?” Roth said, as he gave a pointed look at Tim’s inflated abdomen.
More chuckles. Things were rapidly deteriorating.
“Lolo, one of yours?” someone jibed.
Logan cleared his throat, awkwardly shuffling some of the papers in his hands.
“What the hell went down in Asia?”
“Shouldn’t this guy to be on the front page of the news?”
“Enough with the jokes,” Logan said. He really didn’t want Human Resources riding him either. “You’re making our guest uncomfortable.”
Tim just looked amused.
“Colton’s quiet today,” Ike noted.
Colton flushed. “Bad company,” he deadpanned while casually throwing a rude hand gesture.
“I think he’s on his period,” someone cackled.
“He’s on something,” Rodriguez whispered.
“Dipping into the inventory?”
“Moving on,” Ike called out emphatically. “The numbers are looking good. The three of you have really turned this dumpster fire around. We can even look into franchising if things hold stable over the next couple months.”
“You need a chair?” Logan asked Tim quietly. The meeting was running longer than he had expected.
“I’m fine,” Tim responded, even though he couldn’t have been fine, not at his size. He was arching somewhat against the weight of his midsection.
“That being said…” Ike went on. “The entrepreneurial skills portrayed by Logan and Colton leave a lot to be desired. You two have a teenager cleaning up your mess. Maybe we should just fire your asses and hire Mr-mom over here.” A pause. “Sorry,” Ike added, to Tim.
Tim didn’t react, he just gave a shrug. Logan and Colton stood there uncomfortable and wordless as more attention shifted to them.
“Colton, you’re not participating in this meeting it all. I guess you don’t have shit to say for yourself,” Ike said wryly, enjoying his discomfort.
Colton responded with a tense grin. “Well, we’ve learned a lot these past few weeks,” he practically seethed.
“I fucking hope you learned something. The only one of you three who seems to have any competence at all is Tim. And he doesn’t even work here. I’m tempted to just fucking hire him.”
“Hire the teen freakshow about to pop out a fucking litter. He takes half a year paid maternity leave then disappears. Good idea, boss,” Pryce drawled sarcastically. “No offense,” he added to Tim, as though belated apologies could negate all the rude remarks.
“I’m flattered Mr. Turner, but it’s important that I get back to the Asian franchise and work from there,” said Tim.
“You sure?” Ike countered, confidently. “My colleagues over here–” he motioned to Colton and Logan, “—are fucking useless. You’ve been carrying their asses the past couple weeks. Maybe you should consider coming on board full-time, save us future headaches.”
“I can’t imagine it would be very lucrative for me,” Tim responded, his grin sharp. “Mr. Oharo’s company is small and intimate, but he can buy this one several times over. Occasionally he does purchase Western corporations so he can grind them down to their foundations but still use their names. He has looked at Boddims a few times, but his feelings remain neutral.”
The room had fallen silent, everyone staring at Tim as though he was Roger himself, their CEO, shuffling in at bottom-speed with his sparkling new hip replacement.
It took a while before Ike regained his composure. “Right,” he managed awkwardly, looking down at his papers.
The other executives at the table had become similarly reticent.
“Well,” Logan said. “If there’s nothing else?” He was already headed for the door.
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Tim suggested they stop at a patisserie, just the three of them, so that they could discuss business a bit more in privacy.
While Logan and Tim sat at a table with tea and pastries, Colton was still at the counter, ordering. He had doffed the two amorphous sweaters he had been wearing.
His shirt was straining, too-tight on his growing body. He absently tugged it down as he continued to make his order, round plump breasts now visible on his chest, nipples bulging prominently in the thin material.
Colton just kept talking and pointing at food items in the display. It was evident that he’d grown bigger than Logan had realized. Perhaps he’d had another growth spurt or two (or three). He looked as though he was almost at term, even though he wasn’t nearly. No way.
But with all of Tim’s recent badgering and forcing food on Colton, in addition to those outrageous milkshakes Colton was made to choke down, it shouldn’t have been very surprising that Colton was blowing up.
Oddly, Colton didn’t seem to have noticed the significance of his size, not when Tim was around, flaunting his body at all times while looking like he had a beach ball attached to his torso. Relatively speaking, Colton was tiny. But once Tim left, that would change, and perhaps then Colton would notice just how insane his own condition was.
“How far along is he?” Tim inquired.
“About four,” Logan responded thoughtlessly. “I mean, I think he mentioned…” He trailed off as he thought more about it, his mouth going dry just from the awareness that Colton was so much bigger than he should have been at his stage. Logan wondered just how many he was carrying.
Tim gave a thoughtful frown. “Poor thing’s malnourished.”
Logan’s eyebrows shot up.
“I just wish Colton would properly eat like he should. Well, at least the appetite enhancers have finally started working. I mixed some into his canister of decaf back at the office. So he should have a steady supply for another month or two. And of course, by the time it runs out, his stomach will have a much larger capacity and the hormones and hunger will have kicked in so…”
Logan’s mind was reeling as he tried to process Tim’s remarks.
“Colton is special,” Tim went on. His huge dome of belly was squashed on his lap, pressing into the table edge as he palmed it tiredly. “He has more potential than me, or Cam, or anyone else. Mr. Oharo said it himself. Even I can see it. Colton…he’s special...mghhhhhh…” Tim hummed as he shifted in his seat, trying to somehow get more comfortable beneath his belly full of babies. He was just so big, so fertile. Logan couldn’t imagine there was much truth to what he was saying. There was no way that Colton could ever be as…
Logan gulped.
“Take — care of him,” Tim managed. “You have to help Colton. You have to show him.”
Logan’s vision was tunneling, his gaze locked on Tim’s dewy face.
“Colton has to be part of this. It’s the only way to succeed, and the p-payoff — fuhhhh…” Tim clutched his mass as it lurched, visibly.
Colton returned carrying a huge tray of food, a take-out bag hooked to his elbow. He gave Tim an uncomfortable look as he sat down. Logan stared at Colton’s mountain of pastries and sandwiches which seemed like enough food to feed a basketball team.
Colton reddened under the scrutiny. “I didn’t have lunch,” he grumbled, though Logan knew that it was an objective lie. Colton had stuffed down the contents of a huge container of pasta in the car earlier. “And I’m taking some home,” Colton added, feebly.
Tim quirked his lips in weary amusement. “I should head out. I have a flight in the morning.”
“You’re leaving?” Logan said in surprise.
Tim nodded. “Yes. I just wanted to make sure things went well with Mr. Turner’s review. But I do have to go. Mr. Oharo needs me.”
Logan grabbed Tim’s shoulder before Tim could lift his phone to order a car. “I’ll take you back to your hotel,” Logan offered.
