Shark, Part 13 - 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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In only a couple of days, Tim had put the baby shower together. Logan was surprised by the number of people who came out for the party.

“It’s so strange to be here at night,” Tim said. He was behind the counter in a custom button-down shirt that hugged him tightly. The material was thin and stretchy, truly showing off Tim’s huge belly and the rapidly-growing tits on his chest.

He was putting together more of those milkshakes. He seemed to have the servers delivering them to him constantly. There was seldom a moment that Logan didn’t see Tim drinking one. Even when Tim was eating his outrageously fattening meals, it was always in between sips of those liter-sized shakes.

The discovery of what Tim put in them was both concerning and nauseating to Logan.

Lots of ice cream. Logan watched Tim dump several scoops of double chocolate fudge ice cream into the blender. Next was sugar – several spoons of it, followed by a cup of heavy cream, a whole fucking stick of butter, some more ice cream, a scoop of shortening – god – half a bottle of chocolate syrup, and even a couple of those lactation pills.

It was just disgusting. Logan tried not to wrinkle his nose as Tim started the blender. In twenty seconds, all the ingredients were mixed into a gelatinous pile of mush.

Tim then split the concoction between two huge glasses. He finished with a smile, opening his mouth as though to speak, but instead grimacing.

“You okay?” Logan said.

“Y-yes…ohhh…” Tim’s belly trembled. It did that sometimes. Logan’s eyes shot down to the movement. He watched as it gave another visible shudder.

Then the mound seemed to jump, making Tim yelp. Logan’s hands instinctively shot down, his hands cupping the huge swell practically overwhelming Tim’s body.

Tim looked at Logan with a tight smile. “Lots of—activity,” Tim panted.

The swell was full and firm, and felt as though it was throbbing. Tim was just so big. He looked as though he could have been due with quads by then, his belly button pressing hard against Logan’s palm.

Belatedly, Logan withdrew his hands. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Tim said. “I’m still getting used to it myself. It’s…been a journey.”

While one of his hands cupped the side of his abdomen, Tim finished putting together his gross beverages. Logan couldn’t help looking at the way Tim’s belly pressed into the counter, creating an awkward barrier through his efforts.

Logan’s eyes caught sight of something white and powdery. Tim was now sprinkling something into the drink on the left. “This one’s for Colton,” Tim explained.

Logan raised an eyebrow.

“Just something to help with his appetite,” Tim elaborated as he waved at the man in question, motioning for Colton to come over.

Colton had been leaning back against a wall, a (non-alcoholic) beer in hand he glared around. Though sulky, he obediently came over to the counter, his eyes questioning as he approached.

“Made you a snack,” Tim said, taking Colton’s beer and replacing it with the milkshake, the one with the powder.

Colton blinked in confusion before his face twisted into a scowl. “Thanks,” he spat with sarcasm.

“Drink it all. I think you’ll love it,” Tim said, smiling as he took a sip of his own shake. It seemed that Tim had abandoned those fat boba tea straws, at least for the moment, as he brought the glass directly to his lips.

“This place is becoming a clown show,” Colton grumbled, not quite under his breath, as he sauntered off. He took a taste of his milkshake and cringed. Nonetheless, he continued to drink it.

“Well, it’s working,” Logan muttered with a shrug.

Logan looked back at Tim who was now veritably chugging his shake, already halfway through it, just forcing it down. When Tim finished it off, he lowered the glass and wiped his mouth, while breathing heavily through his nose. His cheeks were rosy, lips pressed tight.

“You want to sit down?” said Logan.

Tim grunted in response, still trying to gather his bearings as he started to sweat from his temples. Finally, he looked like he might say something, but then his cheeks got redder, and he took another moment.

“You okay? I can get you some water,” Logan offered.

“N-no,” Tim managed. “It’s fine, I think, ohh…I t-think the babies are just-” He gave a groan which he tried to muffle with his fist.

His shirt was getting tighter. It wasn’t just movement; the fabric was thinning, pressing closer and firmer against Tim’s skin. His breasts were being heaved higher, cleavage pushing out against the open buttons of his shirt.

The shirt was getting shorter as well, inches of skin becoming exposed beneath.

The swell rose and fell with Tim’s gasping breaths, then it tightened a little more, until diamonds of flesh had appeared between the straining buttons.

When the growth spurt finally ended, Tim was panting and gripping what he could reach of the counter. Logan could hardly imagine just how big Tim was going to get. At this rate, he would be gigantic by the time he reached term.

Logan watched Tim struggle to catch his breath and regain his composure. Lately, Tim seemed less like a poised young businessman, and more like the overwhelmed nineteen-year-old that he was. It had been a while since Logan had seen this side of him; not since Asia. It was fascinating to watch Tim fluctuate between the two as his pregnancy got more demanding, got to be more than he could handle. After all, it was hard to prepare for something so…so considerable.

Logan helped Tim over to a chair, where Tim gingerly eased himself down, looking flustered. Logan gazed at the way Tim’s belly pressed the edge of the table, keeping Tim from even being able to reach it, were he intending to eat.

Tim leaned back, still breathing hard, his belly perched heavily in his lap.

Logan noticed a couple of men in his peripheral vision. The shadows of patrons, tentatively inching closer, perhaps hoping to ask Tim how he was doing.

Of course, Tim wasn’t in a uniform or a name tag. Tim could have been another customer as far as anyone else knew. This fact, paired with Logan beside Tim, made people reluctant to approach with their indulgent intentions.

“It seems like everyone’s enjoying themselves,” Logan said as he looked around the café. He sat down in the chair beside Tim’s, rather satisfied to monopolize him at that moment.

And the turnout really was surprising. After all, it was an evening event at a brand-new café that was catered to…to those who appreciated a certain body-type. Of course, all the employees had come whether or not they were working, looking to celebrate the occasion with Andy, but so did a sizable crowd of customers. The place was packed, and Logan could hardly believe how profoundly the café had changed in only a couple of weeks.

The lighting had been changed for the event, the tones darker and more sensual, the vibe and the soundtrack matching those found in a bar. It wasn’t loud by any means. Just, comfortable.

Logan watched the servers laughing and chattering with the flirty customers surrounding them. There were also several new employees Tim had hired only in the last few days. These men appeared puzzled but entertained all the same.

Logan’s attention returned to Tim, who looked so uncharacteristically tired compared to the way he was during the day. But it must have been hard for him, working into the evening, given his condition. Tim should have been resting, yet Logan rather liked this. Tim exhausted and uncomfortable, for once not hiding the strain.

Logan had noticed that Tim had started progressively easing away from his authority. He was giving Colton and Logan more room to make decisions and direct the workers. Tim was letting them spread their wings, so to speak.

“You’ve done well,” Logan told him.

One of the servers arrived. He was wearing a jumpsuit, his abdomen sporting a gentle curve. The man was looking around bemused at everything as he offered Tim another huge milkshake, this one with a large straw protruding out.

“Here you go, boss. I…er…put in everything you said to. You want one every hour, on the hour, right?”

“I already just had – actually, yes, this is fine, Fred. Thanks.” Tim forced a smile as he tried to sit a little straighter.

Fred responded with an awkward grin then backed away. Logan watched Tim do his best to lean toward the table so he could pull the straw to his lips. Tim took a long suck that lasted thirty seconds or so. Then he huffed out the breath he had been holding in, before slumping again in his chair. His hands clutched his belly while his nose scrunched. As the mass gave a shiver, Tim fidgeted and groaned, rubbing the orb.

“Everything is working out,” Tim said wispily. He motioned wearily at the party.

“But is it practical?” Logan inquired. “Three of the servers are already going on maternity leave in the next few weeks.” And who knew if they would even return to their jobs, once confronted with the reality of a newborn.

“The numbers don’t lie, Logan. Even with the turnaround, it works. We’re thriving,” Tim said.

“Anything for you, Logan?” Another server had come over, this one plumper than the last one. He smirked flirtatiously at Logan.

Logan was still having a hard time looking at anything other than Tim. “Gin and tonic, thanks,” Logan said. They had a full bar that evening. This party had certainly opened the door for other events. “This is amazing, Tim.”

Tim gave an amused little quirk of his lips. “I’ll be leaving soon,” he admitted. “I almost don’t want to. Nurturing this place has been so meaningful for me. And then there’s Colton.” Tim’s gaze drifted to where the man in question was standing in a corner, apart from everyone else. “You’ll take care of him, won’t you?”

It was an intriguing question. Certainly Tim couldn’t have known about the two of them – that Logan was the father of Colton’s baby. It was common knowledge that Logan and Colton despised each other, even past the veil of professionalism.

But there was something about Colton that just made him different from everyone else, in spite of it all. Logan couldn’t deny that it drew him, whatever it was. It roused something that was troubling and sinister. “Oh, I’ll take care of him,” Logan assured.

“Here’s your drink,” the last server said when he returned, winking as he handed Logan his beverage. “Oh, and Tim, this package came for you.” He held up a box balanced in his other hand.

“Perfect. I was waiting for this,” Tim said as he fumbled to stand. Logan quickly got up to help. Tim braced his hand against the back his chair as Logan supported his shoulder. Tim grunted as he finally heaved himself up, his belly shoving outward. God, the thing was massive.

It took the server a moment to tear his eyes away from Tim’s orb and walk off, looking stunned. Tim was busily ripping open the box.

“What is all this?” Logan asked as Tim dug out several pill bottles packaged together. Logan took a sip of his drink as he counted them: six by six for thirty-six bottles.

Tim lifted one of the bottles. It looked like something one might pick up at a drugstore.

“It’s a supplement I heard about. The science behind it is pretty impressive. Thought we could test it out at the café. It would be fun to try something a little different.” Tim grinned, still clearly breathless.

“What does it do?”

“It makes your butt grow bigger.”

Logan choked as some of his gin went down the wrong pipe. He coughed several times to clear his lungs, then managed, “W-why?” Why had Tim been interested, and why would he go on to purchase such a product?

“Why not?” Tim said brightly.

“Er…”

“This place is weird,” mentioned a passing Chris as he fanned his chest with a menu.

“Exciting, right? Dane said he would try it out,” Tim went on.

Who the hell is Dane?

Tim read Logan’s questioning look. “He’s one of the new-hires,” he said, eagerly waving someone over.

A moment later, a twenty-something guy slouched over. Logan had been wondering about this particular hire: Neither plump nor pregnant (as far as Logan knew), he had an average build and a blithe demeanor, his longish hair hanging around his face.

“The instructions say once a day, in the evenings,” Tim informed Dane as he handed him the bottle.

“Sure,” Dane said as he peeled off the cover. He shrugged at Logan’s baffled expression. “I’ve taken worse stuff for less.”

“Really?” Tim said, interested.

“Well, you know, coke. Ah, and clinical trial drugs. Weird stuff.”

“This guy’s hilarious,” Tim laughed even though it didn’t appear that Dane was joking.

“Should we really be getting involved in so many pharmaceuticals?” Logan said nervously. “We’re a café, not a pharmacy.”

“It’s not a drug, it’s a supplement,” Tim corrected him. “It’s all completely legal.”

It probably doesn’t do anything anyway, Logan reasoned as he downed the rest of his beverage. Just some snake-oil he found online. Tim was a teenager. This was all silly, really.

“Bottoms up,” Dane said as he tipped a pill (or several) into his mouth straight from the bottle.

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