Shark, Part 8 - Female 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: Female: pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, lactation, multiples, weight gain, stuffing.

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As soon as they got into that meeting, Kat was determined. Reinvigorated. It shouldn’t have surprised Logan. She was a shark after all. She never could give up on a deal, even when it was to her detriment. She held her career at higher importance than her family members, and probably oxygen.

“Mr. Oharo, your product is flawless. You give this dairy supplier of yours too much credit. Frankly, they’re irrelevant,” Kat said.

Oharo just frowned, and Kat responded by stuffing another three creampuffs into her mouth. Those were the special ones, made for employees, and pumped full of cream, sugar, and lard. Kat had a whole bowl of them. She had requested them specifically.

By the way Oharo was watching her, Logan knew the man was impressed. Yet they still couldn’t get him to curve on this one stupid detail.

“I fear that it may backfire...” Oharo sounded surprisingly precarious for such an accomplished businessman.

Kat was ready to pounce. “If you give us a chance, we’ll show you that your business will thrive regardless of whether —”

“Look at the time,” Oharo cut her off, gazing at his watch as Logan’s heart sunk to his gut. “I’m afraid we will have to resume this tomorrow.”

-

Kat was definitely getting bigger.

Logan could finally admit it without trying to temper himself.

Her blouse was far too tight now, straining against a curve that made her look as though she was already five months along.

She was breathless and pink as they walked out of the office, composed but flustered, lips twisted in a grimace. Though she was desperate not to prolong this any further, she was equally desperate to get the deal.

“You’ll have to forgive me, I have a call,” Oharo told them. “Sue will see you out.” He motioned to the woman in question who was chattering with another employee down the hall. Oharo gave Kat and Logan a quick bow and smile before returning to his office, closing the door behind him.

“How’re things going?” said Sue perkily after she bounded over.

“Good,” Logan lied.

Kat said nothing, one hand cupping her stomach, brows knit in discomfort. Logan wondered what kind of effects those cream puffs could be having on her. Sue just looked at them both in amusement.

“Just a quick pit stop,” Sue said. “Gotta grab some receipt paper.”

Logan should have known better than to follow. He quickly found himself in the break room again. As Sue rummaged around in a cupboard, Logan and Kat were greeted with the sight of Kim having a “meal.” The woman was so out of it, she hardly registered their presence at all.

“I’m kind of…s-scared,” Kim managed, her legs squirming. She was seated in a chair, her massive belly perched in her lap—outspanning it. In that position, it shelved her round breasts high enough that they squashed against her chin. She gave a grunt as her belly visibly tremored. A belch came up her throat. “N-not sure…what I’m gonna do…when it’s t-time,” she gasped out as her companion dabbed some sweat off her brow.

Kim’s companion—a slim woman with a double-bun—then went back to just stuffing food into Kim’s mouth. Kim gave a muffled grunt as two danishes were shoved in at once.

“You’re fine hun, you’re a fucking star. And you look amazing,” Double-Bun praised Kim in a perfunctory sort of way.

Kim’s little feet squirmed as she tried to chew and more food was stuffed in, her cheeks bulging from the surplus. She looked as though her belly was crushing her, as though it was taking over. It looked like a bolder. She swallowed forcefully, then just gasped out, in her brief reprieve from being stuffed. “Nrrghhh…!” Her belly seemed to bounce, as her back arched, and she gave a wail, then fluid was just gushing into the top of her dress, swollen nipples distending visibly, getting bigger and fatter. Her thighs quivered and pressed together, as though she was just trying to hold those babies in.

Kat looked on in silent horror. Logan was just trying not to drool.

“Got it!” said Sue as she popped out of nowhere clutching several rolls of receipt paper. Logan nearly fell on his ass. “Let’s go.” She was entirely aloof about the things transpiring behind her. But she grinned at Kat and Logan’s expressions. “Right this way.”

It was the weekend, and the front of the café was completely packed with cars fighting over limited parking, so Sue took them to the employee lot in the back to wait for their driver to come around.

As they did, Logan noticed that Sarah was also leaving the café, her shift presumably over. She had changed out of her uniform but wasn’t nearly fitting into her own clothes. Her belly was bulging several inches out under her shirt as one of her hands tried to stretch the hem down over it. She again had her overcoat on, but it could no longer close over her, now buttoned down only over her chest with her belly sticking out underneath.

Presently, Sarah was struggling beside her car, panting and fumbling, hissing curses as she tried to navigate her heavy body behind the steering wheel, but it would surely be a squeeze—no—she didn’t fit. She was panting and maneuvering, trying to get herself in there, but she just…didn’t…fit.

Logan was so fucking hard he thought me might come untouched, right there.

“Here he is,” said Kat tiredly, pointing out their driver. “Let’s go.”

“See ya later,” said Sue, cheekily waving. She gave the dazed Logan an encouraging shove towards the car.

Then they were off.

-

The negotiations went on for days. Kat was giving it her all. Logan felt woefully unhelpful as he spectated her stimulating strategy.

Whenever they thought Oharo was on the cusp of being convinced, and Kat had stuffed herself to the point of looking sick, Oharo always drew back, growing colder. He had a curious attachment to the dairy supplier he had here in Asia.

“No,” said Oharo finally; decisively. “No, I will not pursue this unless my dairy supplier comes along. If they agree, we go forward with the partnership. If not, then things end here.”

Kat looked crestfallen. After all, she had invested a lot of her herself in this. And her wardrobe must have been cut in half!

“Right,” Logan managed. “Fine. We’ll talk to our team.” He was highly doubtful that this deal was going through at this point, even despite all the time they had put into it. And after his last failure…Logan wasn’t too auspicious about his career going forward.

Almost as a consolation prize as they left, Logan got another glimpse of Sarah being stuffed by her coworkers. Logan wondered if there were people here whose sole job was to shove food into the mouths of others, fattening them like pigs.

“Errggggghhh…” Sarah groaned, face red and strained as she leaned forward in her seat to grip the table. She was pouring sweat, her belly looking even plumper than it had yesterday when she couldn’t fit in her car. She wasn’t nearly Kim’s size, but god, Sarah was big. She probably looked larger because of how disproportionate her belly was on her. Skinny little thing looked ready to pop out twins.

Her chest was heaving with her rapid breathing. “This isn’t right,” Sarah sobbed. “I have to leave, I can’t —c-can’t do this anymore.”

A plate of pastries was brought over, Sarah looking daunted. But then someone closed the door before Logan could see what would happen next.

Adding to his sadness was the thought that he might never visit this bizarre and wonderful place again.

Kim was serving as hostess and looking close to tears. “Nrrgghh!” Her belly jumped, like it might just pop! She gripped the host podium as she struggled to smile at customers. She was just massive, and straining, trying not to burst. She struggled to greet a concerned-looking man, through her gasps and grunts, and the quavers of her body. And then on top of everything else, her tits started leaking again, right into her dress. “T-table for t-two?” Kim stammered, as she held on for dear life.

It took all of Logan’s willpower to walk out of the café door. He followed Kat into the car, swallowing down his sorrow about not being able to see Kim, and Sarah, and all the other pregnant waitresses at the café anymore.

The sound of a belch tore him out of his reverie. Logan turned to see Kat quickly covering her mouth, her cheeks red. “God,” she groaned, slumped there in her seat, and Logan took a moment to really take her in. Sure, she was small-fry next to the women at the café, but…

‘the hell happened to you? Logan wondered as he looked her over, at her blouse buttons straining, seriously straining, so hard that he could actually see skin between a few of them.

A button popped, and Logan couldn’t help the curse that came up his throat as he crossed his legs. Kat folded her arms over her waist, appearing mortified as she panted, and just looked —plump —in general. She hadn’t looked pregnant before they had come to Asia a week ago.

“Don’t say a word,” Kat warned, not meeting his eyes.

Logan was too busy coughing.

“I’m not like those fucking waitresses,” she added tensely.

“I didn’t say anything.” Logan managed, tearing his eyes away from her.

Mostly to distract himself, Logan pulled out his cell phone and called Ike. He quickly relayed what had occurred in their final meeting with Oharo, before putting the call on speaker phone so Kat could participate.

“Who the hell is this dairy supplier?” Ike said.

“No clue. But Oharo seems very loyal to them. He won’t budge. Wants the supplier incorporated in the deal.”

“Arrange a meeting.”

Logan’s eyebrows shot up.

“Seriously?” Kat butted in. It didn’t seem to logistically make sense: exporting dairy milk to the west all the way from Asia.

“Roger wants Goop’ms in restaurants, and this seems to be the way to do it,” said Ike. “See what they have to offer. It might be financially worth our while.”

Logan and Kat exchanged dubious looks. “Sir…” Kat started.

“Just get the figures. Is there anything else?”

Logan was briefly at a loss for words. He honestly just wanted to go home at that point. “It’s weird here, Ike,” he admitted, eventually. “Really weird. Oharo has some crazy stuff going on at his cafés.”

“It looks like ‘weird’ makes money,” Ike responded dismissively. “Get back to me when you have some numbers.” Then he hung up.

-

They had expected a ranch or a farm or even some residence in the country.

Not a city-center high-rise full of cold corporate offices.

“I’m afraid there might have been a mix-up,” Kat said the next day when they were seated in the expansive corner office of some bigshot executive in the slickest suit Logan had ever seen. “We had arrangements to meet with the head of Humane Dairy?”

“Yes, that is me,” said Mr. Cho, the thirty-something executive who seemed to run things here.

Though he was puzzled, Logan had to admit that it was probably good to be away from OHO’s. He just didn’t think his dick could take any more.

“Let me bring out some samples.” Mr. Cho pressed a button on his intercom and muttered something Logan didn’t understand. A moment later, a secretary in a pantsuit walked in with a tray of shot glasses, each holding a small portion of milk.

As the secretary lowered the tray to the desk, she threw Logan a grim look, which surprised him a little. This certainly wasn’t the amiable treatment he had gotten at OHO’s. The secretary then stalked off.

Logan turned his attention to the samples. “My apologies, but I’m a little confused. Where is your dairy produced? We were expecting fresh product, straight off a farm.”

“Farms? Oh no, we do not have business with any farms,” said Cho.

“Then where do you keep your cows?” The question sounded utterly stupid as Logan heard himself say it. Clearly they were in the wrong place. Or Cho was some middle-man to add to their headache.

Mr. Cho gave Logan a peculiar look. “No, we do not have any business with cows either.” He pressed the intercom again. “Ann, our guests would like to meet some of our producers,” he said.

“Just a moment, sir.”

And it was just a moment later, that the office door opened, and in walked two women with the biggest breasts Logan had ever seen.

“Oh…” Logan breathed.

These tits were large, but plump —round and fat, not sagging. The redhead had hers straining against a sleeveless little midriff top that left her torso practically naked, even some of her under-boob exposed. Logan could see where her hugely swollen nipples were bulging hard against the material, as though to tunnel through. She was also wearing a pair of micro shorts that were just tiny and showed off a good deal of her ass cheeks at the bottom and crack over the waistband.

The shorter woman had her dark hair tied back and was looking down, as though trying to hide under her long bangs. Her sweater was oversized, sleeves going down to her fingertips, but it was still stretched tight at the chest. The knitting was strained, maybe coming apart a little, and her huge boobs might have been even bigger than the blonde’s. Logan could tell that she was wearing a bra just by the way the cups were pinching hard into her fat mounds under the sweater. The undergarment didn’t seem to fit her anymore.

Logan’s jaw was on the floor. He didn’t have to look at Kat to know that she was mirroring his expression.

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