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Shark, Part 29 - Female Version
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Contains: Female: 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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After her “meal,” Kat was sent to see the seamstress to attend to her tearing dress.
By the time Kat got there, her front was soaked, not only because of sweat, but because her nipples were leaking profusely.
Her body felt like a furnace. She was breathing heavily, trying to temper the odd jolts that ran through her midsection.
The pressure was still accumulating. Kat felt exhausted and breathless, and wished she could just sleep it off.
“Oh, look what you’ve done,” said Amy, tutting as she regarded her.
They were in a back area of the café, shrouded in racks of clothing, Amy circling her like a wolf. Studying every inch of her body.
Kat couldn’t respond, she just gave Amy a pleading look. She felt ready to collapse. Instead she was forced to stand there, one of her hands rubbing desperate circles on her abdomen. She flinched as she felt a surge of tension, the dress tearing more as her belly tightened. “Fuhhhh…” she breathed.
“Evidently you’ve had a good appetite,” Amy noted.
Kat was huffing and puffing, just trying to hold it together. Her eyes started to water from the intense strain on her body.
Amy twisted her lips to one side. She looked around the clothing racks for a moment, before reaching in and grabbing something, seemingly at random. She held up a dark green piece to Kat’s orb. It looked far too small.
“Try this on,” Amy said, throwing the dress over Kat’s shoulder.
Kat was now clutching her belly with both hands, still breathing harshly. She didn’t want to move, let alone try on clothing. The tear on the side of her dress extended another few inches. It seemed she was going to end up unclothed one way or another.
Amy nudged her toward the nearby changing room. Kat hobbled her way in, gripping the entryway for balance.
Amy swung the curtains shut behind her. “Hurry up!”
Kat would have cursed the woman had she thought she could speak. She looked longingly at the bench built into the side of the small room, but had doubts it would be able to support her weight.
With shaking hands, she gripped the hem of the torn dress she was wearing, which barely covered any of her thighs anymore. Her face flushed red and contorted in strain, she managed to pull it off her. She paused, gripping the wall and gasping for breath. Desperate to get this over with, she grabbed the green number and jerked it on over her head.
Kat had barely pulled it down when the curtain swung open again. “Finally,” Amy said, giving her a onceover. “Come out, come out.”
Kat hardly resisted giving her a rude hand gesture.
She was guided over to the area where Amy did adjustments and found herself standing before a broad, full-length mirror, staring in morbid fascination at her reflection.
She had hardly even noticed the placement of her hand, which was now clutching the underside of her belly. The weight was immense and the pressure was unbearable. She was sweating bullets by then, and truly struggling not to seep milk into the stretchy material. She was gasping as though she was doing lamaze, her belly puffing out and in with each breath. For what had to be the millionth time, she wondered what the hell she had done to herself?
“It looks fantastic!” Amy said.
It looked like a club dress. It was tighter than tight, with a V-neckline and spaghetti straps. The top portion that covered her breasts was a shining metallic material, while the bottom half was black. It only went halfway to her knees, and was stretched so tightly, Kat didn’t think there was an inch of give, were she to expand.
She watched her cleavage pinch against the deep neckline every time she inhaled. She felt absolutely ridiculous. Her eyes trailed along her body, taking in how her hips had widened and her thighs thickened, yet her limbs still looked measly next to her enormous belly. She looked as though she was a term with quads even though she wasn’t even close to her due date.
“I knew it. It’s perfect,” Amy praised herself.
Kat just hugged what she could reach of her belly, as though to contain the pressure. Her insides were lurching relentlessly and often emitting embarrassing gurgling noises.
Suddenly, Amy shot a sharp look Kat’s way. “Don’t you dare grow another inch!”
Such a demand was insane. How could they stuff and fatten her like a pig, then insist that she not grow? When her stomach was near bursting with fat and calories?
Kat felt nauseous. Her eyes going wide, she covered her mouth with her hand.
“Oh, don’t you even think about it,” Amy warned, pulling over a chair.
Kat sat herself down, her orb settling against her lap. She breathed thinly as she gratefully leaned back. She had never seen anyone as pregnant as she was. She was an anomaly. She was just huge. This certainly couldn’t just be one — she had to be packed with babies!
“I haven’t even told my parents,” she said faintly, her belly overcome by a heated throbbing sensation.
Amy just laughed. “It’s a good thing you have time. You can worry about that later. Right now, you need to just focus on the dinner meeting.”
Dinner meeting? Kat blinked up at Amy.
“I hear Mr. Oharo intends to put in a good word for you,” Amy added with a wink. “Well, you are his favorite. If Roger doesn’t appreciate your hard work, I wouldn’t be surprised if Oharo tried to steal you away from him.”
This certainly caught Kat’s interest. But why did the goddamn seamstress seem to know more about her career than she did?
“Dinner,” Kat repeated, her voice a raspy breath.
“You still have a few hours,” Amy noted. “You think you can hold it together until then?”
Kat had many concerns. Firstly, regarding her nipples that were aching from how engorged her breasts were. Secondly, was the fact that this new dress only seemed to be getting tighter the longer she sat there wearing it…and her belly, heavier.
She thought of how appalled Roger would be once he saw how much he had grown since their last meeting.
Suddenly Kat felt quite dizzy. I need a nap, she thought.
Unfortunately for her, the workday had barely even started.
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Kat could hardly function for the remainder of the workday. Oharo had gone to his hotel to rest, so she kept to the café office. It was as though she could feel her body struggling to digest the onslaught of doughnuts. Her belly would lurch, gurgle, and sometimes quaver. Other times she would release massive belches and suffer gas pains, her fingers desperately trying to massage what they could reach of her huge orb.
If anyone stepped into the office for anything, she would plaster her face with a smile and try to look busy. But once they were gone, she would slump back again, groaning, fidgeting, and absolutely despising her very existence.
When her sitting position got to be too uncomfortable for her back, she would stand up, leaning on the wall, while gazing in morbid fascination at her huge swell. It didn’t even seem possible that she could house such a thing. How could she, herself, be growing so much life? And growing it to such a profound degree?
When the clock drew close to 5 PM, Kat knew she had to see Amy again to change back into the dress she had picked out for dinner.
Kat first made a stop in the main café area, just to get some water. The lights were dim, the scene relaxed, men lounging on couches as they flirted with the cute girls serving them.
As Kat waddled behind the counter, she could see the looks aimed her way. Some of the waitresses appeared uneasy, their hands cradling their cute little bellies. They looked as though they thought Kat’s hugeness was somehow contagious. Surely they didn’t want to become goddamn blimps like she was, lucrative as it might have been, given the bonuses.
Kat just panted heavily as she chugged her glass of water, then refilled it. She was grateful she had gotten the chance to pump her milk while in the office. It was one less thing to worry about.
She could not believe how heated she felt. Hot and flushed, her skin dewy. Her groin was constantly throbbing, and she was unbelievably horny. Ridiculously enough, she even felt peckish enough to eat. Pregnancy was proving to be truly horrific. She’d never had any intention of going through it. She was one of the guys. She wasn’t maternal, and she had never wanted children.
“Hey mama, you doing ok?”
Kat looked up to see Mia scrutinizing her. “Just…digesting,” she managed. As though to punctuate, her stomach gurgled.
“Yeah, it looks like you put on a few inches while hiding away in the office,” Mia responded as she eyed Kat’s straining top.
Kat leaned back against the counter. She felt a phantom bloom of tension that made her grimace. “Mmmghhh…” she groaned, clutching her belly, but it grew regardless. It tightened and pushed, shifting forward with visible growth as she grunted and leaned harder against the counter, all of her muscles tensing as her abdomen inched forward.
It was only a moment. Kat was left gasping for breath, her nipples leaking even after being pumped recently. She looked down at her body in disbelief. She cupped the side of her belly, stunned to realize it was getting wider than the rest of her.
Mia gave a low whistle. “Impressive,” she said, holding up her phone to snap a picture. Her fat tits jiggled as she shoved the phone back between them. “Damn girl, I think you’re starting to look like Sarah.”
“No,” Kat protested harshly, still struggling to catch her breath. Never. She would never become like that fucking whale! Kat felt dizzy.
“Seriously Kat…you okay?” Mia said, quirking a brow.
One of Kat’s buttons popped off, revealing her bare navel, her belly button in the size of a damn golf ball. Her belly heaved up and down. She was just so fertile, so full of babies.
“F-fine,” Kat retorted snippily.
“You got mommy-brain. I get it.”
Kat just glared at the tomboy. She tried to straighten up, only then noticing the group of servers who had gathered nearby to stare at her in fascination.
“God Kat, you’re massive,” one remarked, as though that wasn’t an incredibly rude thing to say.
“She’s the favorite,” someone else said, with bitterness, Kat thought.
“Kat’s making that big money,” said yet a third server. “She’s gonna be hitting all the bonuses.”
“What’s your secret?”
Kat squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, wanting to tell them to all fuck off. “I have to go see Amy,” she breathed. She didn’t have time for this.
“I was heading that way,” a masculine voice remarked.
Kat, Mia, and the surrounding women looked up at Logan, who was looking as handsome and composed as ever. He offered Kat his arm.
Glaring at him, Kat took it. Only because she was certain to lose her balance otherwise. She was just so exhausted. She waddled alongside Logan as they made their way toward the back offices. She could feel all the others watching them, and hoped it wasn’t too obvious what had happened between them.
“You can barely walk,” Logan said quietly beside her. “You know you don’t have to keep working.”
Kat ignored him.
“You know Roger would let you take an early maternity leave,” Logan went on, with his faux-geniality. “Think about it. It just seems like a lot on your body.” She could see the way he was drinking her in. Memorizing every inch of her.
Ordinarily she would have told him to fuck off, but somehow she had transcended that. Somehow it wasn’t sufficient. So when they got to Amy’s workshop, she simply let go of his bicep, and walked inside.
