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Shark, Part 30 - 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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Dinner was pure misery.
By the time Colton hobbled into the private room reserved for them at the restaurant, he was late, and most of the other executives were already seated. Roger looked aghast, clearly shocked that one of his top employees had turned into a hippopotamus in just a few short weeks.
His face plastered with a synthetic smile, Colton struggled towards a seat, trying his best not to bump into things. It was getting hard just to judge the span of his body.
His spot at the table was close to Roger’s, but thankfully, not entirely adjacent. Mr. Oharo was seated another few seats down. He smiled and nodded as Colton eased himself down.
Colton felt decidedly uncomfortable. He kept fidgeting and tugging at his attire, which felt like it was continually warping and riding down. Amy had made him stuff down another one of those special pills. Colton was already panting and sweating, trying to remain calm. His insides were lurching relentlessly, his belly occasionally emitting gurgling or whining noises. He tried to cover it with coughing fits that incidentally brought everyone’s attention right back to him.
“Should I get you some tea?” a waiter whispered in his ear, his alarmed gaze oscillating between Colton’s face and his belly.
Colton nodded as he straightened, clearing his throat. He attempted a smile, his face red, and his clothing growing damp from how much he was sweating.
He could hardly hear what was being discussed. It felt as though his pulse was pounding right in his eardrums. He blinked several times, trying his best to focus despite his heaving chest, his throbbing breasts, his stinging nipples, and his squirming stomach.
“Colton’s work at the café has been remarkable,” Oharo was telling Roger directly. “Though, I’m sure Logan helped as well.”
Logan looked quite offended that he was merely an afterthought in Oharo’s praise.
“But Colton has been invaluable. You should come by and see the café sometime. The environment is just dazzling.”
Colton felt a surge of panic at the thought of Roger coming by the café and seeing what was really going on there. He looked at Logan, whose expression seemed to mirror Colton’s opposition.
“I do hope all his hard work has not been missed,” Mr. Oharo finished as he lifted his wine glass and took a sip.
Puzzlement merged into Roger’s disturbed expression. It seemed to take a full moment before he came out of his reverie, turning his gaze from Colton to Mr. Oharo.
“I didn’t realize he had been so efficient,” Roger said warily. “Admittedly, it’s hard to keep up with exactly what he does here outside of making a mockery of meetings.”
Colton’s cheeks heated even more. It seemed Roger had heard about his little “spill” weeks earlier.
Colton gritted his teeth and maintained his smile even after his belly started another round of gurgling. He cleared his throat. Thankfully, Mr. Oharo spoke up again, attracting attention away from him.
“Take it from me,” Oharo said. “Colton is the singular reason I joined your organization. And every day he works on this project, the brand only grows.”
Colton was taking long, deep breaths, truly struggling to hold it together. Yet as he sat there, he could feel himself filling. He just had to hold on. His eyes widened, and he barely managed to cover a belch. Several people threw him glances.
He tried to maintain a relaxed demeanor, but he was in severe discomfort. His thighs fidgeted under the table, spreading to make more room for his belly. He was just so stuffed. He just wanted this thing out of him already.
“Isn’t he fantastic,” Mr. Oharo remarked, causing yet more gazes to shoot Colton’s way. “And so fertile. There aren’t many things nobler than the creation of life.”
Roger’s look of puzzlement grew as he exchanged a glance with Ike, then looked back at Mr. Oharo. It was their first in-person meeting, and the first time Roger became acquainted with the other businessman’s…idiosyncrasies.
“He’s something,” Roger said through his teeth.
Roger did not like being controlled, and that was precisely what Mr. Oharo was endeavoring to do.
Colton knew he should have been grateful someone was finally advocating for him and acknowledging all his hard work.
But it was difficult to feel anything but distressed, as his clothes tightened against him, and the pressure inside him pushed him to yet a new level of hugeness. He was positively stuffed and could feel his body incrementally tightening, physically getting bigger and rounder. He tried to smile through it and pretend nothing was going on.
“I still haven’t met the sister…” Roger noted, his eyes still narrowed. “The one he is surrogate for. Colton, I had been hoping you’d bring her along to dinner.”
“Surrogate?” Mr. Oharo echoed, his brow rising.
Outrageously, Colton had hardly touched the food in front of him. For once, he felt so beyond the point of popping, he could not lift one morsel to his mouth.
Colton’s lips contorted several times as he feebly tried to respond, grateful that the table hid at least most of his massive, expanding belly. “She’s…busy,” he finally rasped. “Works…late.” He was supposed to be working on that. He couldn’t imagine he could convince someone to pose as his sister long-term. Of course, all that could possibly be forgone if Mr. Oharo truly exerted pressure. Granted, Colton stayed in the man’s good graces.
For the first time, Colton wondered what this partnership would even look like after he gave birth.
His belly was heaving – now bumping against the edge of the table. People appeared puzzled as the table rocked, not seeing how it corresponded with every breath Colton took.
Those who weren’t otherwise preoccupied were still staring at him as he sweat profusely; sweat like a pig.
His breathing was audible, his smile more of a grimace by then. The neckline of his overalls was dragging lower. Colton wanted to collapse, but he just kept growing.
“You okay, Colton?” said Ike, sort of just marveling in morbid fascination.
Colton felt the subtle pop of a stitch snapping. He refused to make another embarrassing spectacle of himself. “Fine,” he forced out, his arms encircling his belly. He was stunned to realize his fingers could no longer connect around it.
Colton was feeling a plethora of things. Anxious, fearful, humiliated, uncomfortable, and most unexpectedly of all, horny.
It was like with every pulse his belly grew, he got hotter and needier, his legs fidgeting as he struggled to breathe through it all.
He couldn’t believe how big he was getting. He felt like he was attached to his orb, and not the other way around. A sudden surge of growth left the table rattling. Several wine glasses toppled, people jumping to their feet. Colton took the opportunity to gasp for breath, panting like a dog.
It was just so heavy on his hips, so deep in his pelvis, he even started to push a little, though he wasn’t in labor. It was just impulse. His groin was pulsing, his abdomen prickling with strain. He had never expected things to come this far, and it certainly wasn’t worth it. Had he known how huge he would get, he would have never allowed this to progress.
He was practically pinned down by this massive, indomitable force. He wanted to flee, but stayed firmly in his seat, even as his belly pushed the table more. The table tilted, and more people fussed.
“What the hell!?” Ike snapped as his linguine slid to the floor.
Colton wanted to push his chair back, but he could hardly move, hardly breathe. He was simply wedged there as, one by one, his dozen or so superiors and colleagues slowly came to realize that he was the source of the conundrum. This scarlet-faced, sopping wet, heavily-panting mess of a man, practically being crushed by the massive belly overflowing his lap. As it tremored, bulged, and heaved at times, continuing to gurgle, whine, and push forward. He was merely a vessel. His passenger dominated.
“What the fuck!” someone shouted.
“Someone call a doctor!” another insisted.
Mr. Oharo looked delighted.
“I’m fine!” Colton choked out, mortified. His cleavage was puffing and heaving against the tightness of his jumpsuit's neckline, his tits threatening to spill over it.
Another stitch tore at his side, the fabric opening to reveal a gap of flesh. Colton quickly slapped his hand over the exposed area, covering it up. He was completely miserable. Why did they keep doing this to him?
It was only then that he noticed Logan staring, looking frustrated in his own way.
Colton yelped as his belly bounced forward another inch. The table fell over.
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He got a promotion.
Even a day later, Colton was still having a hard time believing it.
Pregnant as he was. Gay as he was. And even after the various humiliating “episodes” he had had in recent weeks during dinners and meetings.
It seemed that his partnership with Mr. Oharo had actually paid off. He still couldn’t say that this whole situation was worth it, but still…at least it was something.
“So I was thinking we could fit in one more machine, if we push these two against the wall,” Chris was saying.
Colton and Chris were standing in the Pumping Station, which was really just a room in the back with various machines the hired milk producers used not only to pump but also measure their milk output. The machines were really just molds with breast pumps attached, that a person could lean or lay against in various positions (they were adjustable) to comfortably be pumped. Tubing poured the milk into bottles that electronically weighed and documented each person's output to determine their financial compensation.
The program had started out only with Chris, but it was really doing well now. They had about five guys, of varying sizes, and plenty motivated. As Colton idly gazed at one of the guys in a corner, moaning as he arched while leaning into one of the machines, he felt almost tempted to try it out himself.
“So what do ya think?”
Colton snapped out of his reverie. He looked back at Chris, unable to help the way his gaze seemed to automatically shoot to the barista’s chest.
Chris’ breasts had seen a surge of growth in recent weeks. He was taking on more and more pumping hours. Then again, his video game habit wasn’t cheap.
Colton found himself ogling a pair of breasts the size of basketballs. Chris seemed to be leaning back just to balance the things. Colton thought Chris looked flustered and breathless yet Chris was grinning like he was deranged. Then again, he probably was.
“Colton?” said Chris.
“Um…” Colton blushed. He watched the way Chris’ tits bounced with his latest comment. The way Chris was breathing so heavily, his fat tits straining his tank top to capacity. Looking like they would burst right out. His cleavage a deep, sweaty line, his flesh flushed and packed with milk. Together the mounds were wider than his shoulders. Sometimes Chris would cup them with his hands, trying to steady them. One would think Chris would find his growth to be disturbing or inconvenient, but he seemed all smiles, all the time.
“Yeah, that could work,” said Colton finally, a little dazed. He himself was struggling to balance his massive, protruding belly. He felt like a blimp. He was starting to look as if he had a beach ball attached to his torso, and was still growing every day. Or every time Mr. Oharo wanted him to.
He gulped.
“What the hell are we doing?” Colton blurted thoughtlessly.
Chris looked entirely confused. “What do you mean?”
Colton lightly shook his head. He stepped back, leaning on a nearby wall, if just to give his back a break from the overwhelming weight. “Nothing,” he muttered.
Everything was fine.
Comments
Noxious_Weasel
The constant denial of Colton thinking he has one kid in him is hilarious xD
