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Shark, Part 11 - 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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The following day, Tim was wearing a button-down shirt with a vest, the clothing fitted so perfectly to his pregnant form it looked as though it had been stitched right onto him. He casually cupped his belly, as though pleased with his growth, happy that he looked as though he could’ve been due with triplets even though he was only six months along. His skin was flushed and dewy, looking attractive and healthy as he smiled around at Logan and the others staring at him.
“Ike, this is Tim,” Logan said in a neutral tone. Ike had decided to meet them on-site at the café that morning, the venue warm and cozy yet depressingly empty for a coffee shop in the city center at rush hour. “He just flew in last night.”
“Holy shit,” Ike blurted, his bulging eyes pinned to Tim’s massive midsection. You’re—christ—how were you even allowed on a plane?”
Suffice to say, Ike had not seen a lot of pregnant men before, and certainly not ones as pregnant as Tim was.
Ike winced as Logan elbowed him roughly in the ribs. Ike didn’t have the best track record with these sorts of things (as Human Resources would agree).
“Why wouldn’t I be?” said Tim pleasantly.
“I mean—oof,” Ike suffered another blow to the ribs. “I…I trust Logan has been welcoming?” he managed.
Tim’s smile grew broader. “Of course. After my flight, he took me out to dinner. There was so much food, I’m certain he was trying to make me pop.”
Logan felt his face heat up.
“And Colton, it’s good to see you again,” Tim added.
Colton had been standing frozen up to that moment, arms folded where he was leaning again the counter. He blinked out of his reverie. “Hi.” Colton contorted his lips into some approximation of a welcoming expression. Then he shot Logan a disbelieving look, lips mouthing ‘what the fuck?’
“Well, uh, it’s nice to meet you,” said Ike, belatedly shaking Tim’s hand. “I hope you can help turn this place around.”
“That’s why I’m here,” said Tim, the corner of his mouth now pulling downward as he looked around at the venue. “It’s…emptier than I expected.”
Logan gave a pained laugh.
“I’ll leave you guys to it,” said Ike as he frowned at his watch. “About to be late for a meeting with Connors. Colton, I’ll give you a call later about that Bernstein contract.” With a final nod, Ike walked to the door and stepped out into the bustling city streets. Leaving Colton and Logan alone, with Tim.
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The single North American store of the OHO’s franchise looked nothing like the ones it was supposed to be modeled after. Admittedly, it was warm and tasteful, with small tables and outlets to foster work on laptops. The place was functional, without much theme or draw. Generic, in a way. Two aproned employees wandered aimlessly, wiping down already-pristine surfaces.
“This is certainly…different,” Tim noted as he accepted a frothy tea from the barista behind the counter. “I mean…it doesn’t match the franchise aesthetics. At all.”
“We wanted to try something new,” Colton pitched with that tense smile. The three of them were still standing by the front counter, Logan and Colton both in suits. They looked overdressed to be working on-site at the café today. Rather, they looked like patrons, here to grab quick coffees before they headed to the office.
Tim took a sip of his drink then twisted his face, the taste proving an unpleasant surprise. “This isn't human dairy,” he said.
“Human what?” said the barista, his glasses slipping a notch down his nose.
“Chris, give us a minute,” snapped Logan.
Chris shrugged and shuffled off towards the back rooms as he pulled out his phone.
“This is nothing like Mr. Oharo’s vision,” breathed Tim, looking scandalized. “Not the look; not the taste or ingredients. You just took his name and slapped it on a restaurant then filled it up with your factory-made cakes.” He pointed at the counter display that revealed piles of Goop’ms in addition to some other popular Boddims pastries. “This — this doesn’t work. None of this is right. It wasn’t the deal. I will have to report this back to Mr. Oharo.”
“No!” Logan blurted, startling the other two men. Logan took a breath, gathering his composure. “I mean…” He and Colton already had corporate breathing down their necks. The last thing he needed was for Oharo to shut the whole thing down. “Fuck, Tim. Give us a chance. We look to you for guidance. Just tell us what you want—we’ll do it.”
“It seems clear that you never had any intention of following Mr. Oharo’s vision,” said Tim. “I can try to fix things, but that doesn’t stop you from rolling back any changes as soon as I leave.”
“But we’re desperate,” Colton noted. “Like, really fucking desperate. What we're doing obviously isn’t working. At this point, I’m willing to try anything. If we don’t start getting sales, we’re both gonna be out of jobs by the end of the month.”
It was true. Logan nodded, ashamed of what a failure this project had become. “Give us a chance,” he entreated. “If you call Oharo, he’ll shut us down. But corporate will shut the café down anyway. That’s obvious. We’re hemorrhaging money, and there’s nothing optimistic about our projections. This whole thing is a damn mess. Maybe your being here is pointless, and if so, I apologize for wasting your time. But while you’re here, at least give this place one more chance. Hell, take charge. Call the shots. Clearly me and Colton don’t know a damn thing about running a café.”
Tim was silent for a while, his face thoughtful as his right hand idly stroked the jutting curve of his abdomen. “I’d be in charge?” he said after a moment. Like most people, he found the idea intriguing. “Completely?”
Logan gave a faux-bow. “I am your humble servant.”
With another forced smile and a slight nod, Colton acquiesced.
“Okay then…” Tim said, looking uncertain, but maybe a little excited as well. “Okay, we can give it a try. Maybe we can get things back on track.”
Logan breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t optimistic, but at least he had bought himself some time. One last attempt to salvage this.
“Now firstly…” said Tim. “Colton, what are you wearing?”
Colton blinked. “Pardon?”
“Mr. Oharo really favored you, Colton. He was counting on you. So for you to put his name on your restaurant and show up like this…” He motioned towards Colton’s outfit.
Colton was wearing a loose suit with a big sweater pulled over it. And clutching a briefcase. It was a bit sloppy, to be honest.
“This is how I always dress,” Colton lied.
Gone were the perfectly-tailored designer suits, shirts buttoned low to show off a slender neck and defined clavicle.
“Maybe that’s how you’re allowed to dress at the office, but now we are at a café. We want to draw people in, not scare them off. You must dress nicely from now on, or perhaps I can help you find something suitable.” Tim really was taking to the managerial role.
“And Logan, can you take off your blazer? Colton, put down the briefcase and get rid of that ugly sweater,” Tim went on.
Willingly, Logan pulled his blazer off, leaving just his button-down shirt that traced his lightly muscled torso. In contrast, Colton hesitated.
Then slowly, grudgingly, Colton put down his briefcase. As Tim continued to give that scrunched-nose look of distaste, Colton reluctantly pulled off his sweater.
“And the jacket,” insisted Tim.
Logan wondered how Colton was even able to breathe underneath all those layers. With tense fingers, Colton unbuttoned his blazer. His eyes kept darting to the door as though he thought someone from corporate would spontaneously pop in at just that moment.
And then it was there. The bump, sticking out in Colton’s baggy shirt, making it entirely clear that he was pregnant. He looked as though he was five months along even though Logan knew that he wasn’t nearly that far in. Logan found himself transfixed by the little swell.
“It’s better, but still not good,” Tim grumbled. “Get a tailor. Or just wear something that looks good. I can’t have you walking around here looking like a slob.”
Colton looked apoplectic. Logan braced himself for a tirade, but it didn’t come.
“Of course,” said Colton with venom.
Tim sighed, still clearly dissatisfied. He turned to the counter and picked up a menu to idly flip through pages. “I suppose it’s a start.”
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Tim’s reserved persona was rapidly melting away. He appeared to quite enjoy giving orders. He met with the three young baristas to critique their smiles, their dress, and even their postures. But this behavior wouldn’t have been unusual to Tim. He had been a server himself, and Oharo’s directives had impacted him at a truly personal level.
Logan was in the back printing out the financial records. It wasn’t pretty. It actually felt very odd to be giving Tim, an outsider, this level of information. But then it had been Logan’s idea to give Tim operational control of the café. Hopefully in the few weeks that Tim was there, he didn’t blow the whole thing up.
Putting the papers together in a file folder, Logan went to find Tim. Logan had shown the college dropout to a little room that served as a shared office. It wasn’t much in terms of space, but it managed to fit a desk and a couple of chairs as well as that cactus Chris had brought in for no conceivable reason.
As Logan approached, he could see that the door was partly open. He stopped short at hearing Tim talking on the phone but then peeked inside.
Tim wasn’t dressed, exactly. He had drawn up his shirt and unbuttoned his pants, perhaps for air or…or something. This revealed the lower half of his belly, as well as a pair of tight briefs that left Logan salivating. Tim’s backside was rounder than Logan had realized. The kid really had filled out in the weeks since Logan had seen him in Asia. Tim was huffing and cupping his lower belly as he spoke. His phone lay on his desk, the device on speakerphone.
“Yeah, it’s so new, it’s weird,” he was mumbling, sounding so different without his air of professionalism. “I don’t know if I like it here. I guess, yeah.”
“Make the most out of it,” said whoever Tim was talking to. A guy, maybe a friend. “How’s the food?”
“It’s good. Heavy. God, my back was killing me yesterday.”
The person on the call said something else. A question. It was a little staticy and thus indecipherable to Logan, from his distance. It sounded like gibberish.
“Yes, I’m eating. Trying. I really need that bonus.”
“fdnklfuolggdfhdeyhrt?”
“You have no idea,” Tim responded. “I’m a fucking blimp.” He arched, rubbing his belly. “Ahh…the babies…oh, I’m gonna get bigger than Cam, aren’t I? Everyone’s saying it. They’re saying I’m way bigger than he was at six months. God, this has to be a record or something. Fuck, I’m so tight. I just keep growing and growing.”
Logan choked on a bit of air. He covered his mouth, but it was too late. He took a step back, wondering if he should flee.
The door opened wider, and there stood Tim. He hadn’t even bothered to pull his pants up. Logan’s jaw was hanging.
“Do you need something?” asked Tim only after they had been staring at each other for what felt like a minute.
“I…er…” It took Logan a moment to recall who he was and what he was there for. He blinked a few times then managed to raise up the folder. Yes, the folder gave him purpose. The folder made this interaction…slightly less wrong.
“Oh.” Tim jerked his pants back up, buttoning them despite the awkwardness of his huge belly being in the way. Finally, he tugged his shirt down and said, “Thanks.” He took the folder from Logan.
“Sure,” Logan managed.
“You know what else you could do for me?” said Tim huskily.
Logan stepped closer. God, Tim was hot. The things Logan wanted to do to him… Hell, if he was getting sacked anyway, Logan might as well go out with a bang.
“We need to implement Human Dairy as quickly as possible,” Tim said briskly, completely pulling Logan out of the nosedive his libido was on. “Maybe you can talk to some of the baristas. If none of them are interested, we need to start doing interviews.”
“Wait. What?” Logan lightly shook himself.
“I found a whole cabinet full of the pills they’ve been sending. Just piling up, unused.” Tim held up one of the aforementioned pill bottles, shaking it for emphasis. “If we want to make this right, we have to follow the protocols. Human Dairy is a key ingredient in all our offerings, so we have to get on top of this right away.”
“Right…uh…” Logan was frazzled. But from what he could put together, what Tim was asking was ludicrous. Who in their right mind would agree to being a cow for a coffee shop?
“This is really important, Logan,” Tim went on. Now he was pulling the cover off the pill bottle and poking around inside. He withdrew a little white pill and idly stuck it into his mouth. Eating it like candy. He sucked the residue off the tip of his finger. “Mmmm.”
Logan opened and closed his mouth.
“Thanks for the reports.” Tim held up the folder. “Now get started with recruiting someone. We need that milk started asap.”
With that, Tim shut the door in his face. Logan just gripped onto the wall.
