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Intern II
🕑 Added 2017-09-30 10:57:41 +0000 UTC Note: This is a story-prompt for Ani.-
We would like to offer you a raise.
W-what? Dakota stammered.
The work you do here is invaluable. We think you should be duly compensated.
Dakota worried his bottom lip. He stood staring at the partners seated around the meeting table before him. Dakota eyed Christoph specifically, who was barely containing a smirk.
Its its okay, Dakota managed. I really dont want it.
Mr. Withers chuckled as he stood. Always with that sense of humor. He walked to Dakota and shook his hand.
Whats the catch? said Dakota, as he nervously rubbed his belly with his free hand. There was always a catch. When he had been given a company penthouse apartment, his entire extended family had been invited over for a surprise housewarming partyonly to be shocked and disturbed by Dakotas condition. They had not known about his pregnancy. Another time when Christoph had treated Dakota to dinner, he had refused to take Dakota home until the intern had eaten all of ita whole mountain of food! It had taken all night to consume it all, and had left the intern groaning. Dakota had soon learned better than to accept perks from his job.
It does come with a promotion, Withers admitted. You are now, ahem, Mr. Daniels personal assistant. Withers coughed as he nodded to Christoph, who sat at the head of the table. Well leave you to it.
The group of partners all stood and filed out of the meeting room, some wearing professional indifference, and others, knowing grins. Dakotas heart sank and his face reddened as they left, until he was alone in the room with Christoph Daniels. Now what? said Dakota miserably.
Christoph licked his lips. He stared at Dakota indulgentlyat the way his stretched button-down bulged out from the small blazer he wore. Dakota was on his second pregnancyquints this time. He was such a good surrogate. At the end of the last pregnancy, he had popped out three plump, healthy babies, only two weeks overdue, and after only 144-hours of labor. Christoph had been so impressed, he had solicited Dakota for a new surrogacy. It had been more of an unspoken agreement this time around. Christoph had dosed Dakotas coffees with fertility drugs, and had taken on a morehands onapproach to the insemination, following an especially drunken office Christmas party. Dakota had been so stunned by the news of his pregnancy, he had hardly spoken for days. In fact, Dakota hardly spoke to Christoph at all nowadays. It was June.
Dakota arched his back and rubbed both his hands along his spine, his massive belly seeming to bulge out even more, were that even possible. He still had those swollen B-cups on his chest, nipples protruding evidently. His mound was so disproportionally large, he looked unbalanced.
What do you want me to do? Dakota groaned out miserably, and it sounded so sexual, Christoph instantly became hard. Dakota glared at him, resigned and aware of the helplessness of his position. His belly throbbed up and down with his heavy breaths. Goodness, it had to be bigger than a beachball. The fact that the rest of Dakotas slim body never seemed to put on any weight just made matters worse. Dakota looked like he might explode babies!
Just alphabetizing files, said Christoph lecherously. Tidying up the office. That kind of thing. Ohmy wife made you brownies. She cant thank you enough.
Dakota narrowed his eyes. You still havent told her. That you
Whats that?
Dakota lightly shook his head. Shes going to find out eventually. Dakota rubbed his mound, his face flushed. His navel was pulsing, and he deeply wanted to sit down. But he knew better. Christoph would just have him get back up, exclusively to watch Dakota struggle at it.
Dakota was still conflicted that these babies actually carried his DNA. But he did his best to brush these thoughts aside. They were going to the Daniels. It was a clean break. Alphabetizing, huh? He grimaced as several babies began to squirm at once. Fine then. But I cant have any brownies. He was almost painfully tight, and not even close to term. He was scared of another hellish labor, with narrow hips and plump babies. Im doing my best to hold on, but you have to stop stuffing me. He stretched his back more, some beads of sweat on his brow.
Christoph smirked. Well see. With that, he got up, and ushered the plumply pregnant young man out of the room.
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