Shark, Part 33 - Male Version

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Contains: Male: 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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Colton knew he shouldn’t have done it.

He stood there with the consequences lurching inside him, his stomach sometimes shivering as it emitted strange growls and grumbles.

People couldn’t help staring at him, even when they were trying their hardest not to. He couldn’t really blame them. He was enormous.

It was the following day, and Colton was in attendance of Roger’s retirement party, which had been set up at an expansive room in the corporate building. Most of the management staff and department heads were there, which amounted to hundreds of people.

Colton was sweating. His insides would not stop twisting and rumbling, his face twitching as he tried to tolerate the growing discomfort. Sometimes his cargo would push and prod out at his skin. It was getting increasingly difficult to maintain a composed demeanor. Eventually he found himself clutching the side of his belly, grimacing from the forceful throbbing inside. He could physically see his body pulsing, pushing out and in. He wasn’t sure what was happening. But he tried his best to grin and bear it.

Colton was wearing a suit that had been custom-tailored for his drastic proportions. It was like the midsection of the shirt just exploded forward, his massive abdomen practically obscene in the way it bulged out from his body, as though it had no regard for the schematics of the human form.

Colton wasn’t sure how much longer this could go on. But he didn’t think about it either. He had compartmentalized his condition, and his sole focus was his career. Work was stable and consistent. He had been absorbed in his job for years. At that point, Colton suspected it was the only thing keeping him sane.

“I’d like to think I’m leaving the company in good hands,” Roger said hoarsely. Around the room, sycophantic executives were clinging to his every word. One might have thought that God himself was imparting wisdom. “But don’t get too cozy in my absence. I’ll still be on the Board of Directors.”

There were some perfunctory chuckles. One man burst into excessive, hysterical laughter, as though it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard.

As Colton offered a fake laugh of his own, his beach ball of a belly wobbled. He grunted, clutching it and panting. The people nearest to him threw concerned glances.

There had just been so much activity ever since he had arrived to work that morning. His belly jumped, causing him to groan out then cover his mouth. He took a step back, leaning his plump backside against the counter behind him.

He could see Logan in his peripheral vision, calmly sipping his drink as he watched him.

“I would like everyone to say a few words about Roger,” Ike called out. “To commemorate his departure.”

Given the number of people at the party, that was sure to take a while. Colton breathed evenly.

“I’ll go first,” Ike went on. He turned to face the elderly company head. “Sir, it has truly been an honor to work for you. You’re the best boss I’ve ever had.” Ike somehow managed to sprout tears. “I am forever in your debt, sir. You are my inspiration.”

Colton tuned the rest out. It was decidedly hard to focus. His right hand continued to rub circles on the side of his belly. He bit his bottom lip as he started to sweat. But everything was fine. He was getting worked up for no reason. He drew in another long breath of air.

Ike had finished up, and now Jim from HR was blathering about Roger’s greatness.

“Cake?”

Colton looked up to find Cindy, one of the secretaries, offering over a huge slice of cake on a paper plate.

A lot of people were trying to be attentive towards Colton, despite the weirdness. But it was getting to be overkill. Colton had already eaten four slices of the decadent vanilla cake.

“Sure,” Colton responded, accepting it. He didn’t know why he did it. It had been impulse. He was practically trained to accept food; to never turn it away. It was as though Oharo was controlling him even when he wasn’t around. Oharo, and this pregnancy.

Colton took a bite, forcing it down even through his discomfort. He tensed slightly as he suffered a particularly forceful throb, his thighs quavering. He blinked back some unexpected tears in his eyes.

“Everything all right?” said Logan casually as he leaned against the counter beside him.

Colton had already managed to demolish the huge cake slice. He gripped the counter behind him as his belly pulsed. He arched by instinct, trembling. He felt as though he was trying to tame an unruly creature.

His tits bobbed, his nipples almost painfully distended. “F-Fine,” he managed, not meeting Logan’s eyes. Not after that morning. He hated himself for giving in to him so easily. Even if it had been amazing.

“Colton?”

He blinked rapidly, only then registering that it was his turn to speak. He accepted the cheap microphone that was being passed around. He hesitated, then looked around at all his expectantly waiting colleagues, some of whom were staring at him in morbid fascination.

“Roger is…a legend.” Even as Colton was saying it, he found it utterly ridiculous. But he continued with his rambling. He wasn’t prepared, so all he could do was bullshit. It wasn’t as though anyone was actually listening.

Looking, but not listening.

“When I first met him, I knew this man would change the whole industry,” Colton went on. “And my faith in him has been rewarded. Now that I have been recently appointed the Senior Vice President of Product Distribution, I’d just like to thank Roger for…” It was a struggle to keep going, but he forced himself onwards, like he always did. He always pushed through it. But this was different. This was so, so hard. Colton was close to tears, but he wasn’t sure why. It was — it was that daunting pressure.

Something burst inside him. He felt it happen before he saw it. A wave of force reverberating outwards. He felt as though he was getting fuller.

Colton stopped midsentence, his eyes wide, and his lips parted as he stared forward. The whole room was silent. Waiting. When it went on for too long, Ike cleared his throat.

“Colton…everything okay?”

They were looking at him as though he were a bomb about to go off. And maybe that was precisely what he was.

“I think…” He was panting and shaking. He had to get out of there. Yet he had to stay put. He didn’t know what to do, but something was happening. The wave of pressure finally rippled to the surface.

His stomach pushed forward. He gave a choked, wheezy noise, his head tilting back, his elbows bracing against the counter behind him because his knees were nearly buckling.

“Stevens!” said Ike. Everyone else was frozen in shock. Roger teetered, gripping his cane.

Colton was struggling.

His belly surged again – tight, red, and impossibly tense. It was visibly advancing with growth; taking over. He looked as though he was inflating, as he was stuffed with more pressure, life, and bulk.

Sweat was pouring down his body. He was struggling not to be dragged down by his increasing weight.

A woman nearby fainted.

“What in the hell!” shouted a middle-aged man from Accounting.

Cindy found the courage to go to Colton’s side, holding his hand, trying to help.

“Errrgghhhhhh!” Colton roared as his belly expanded yet more, rolling forward and outward, as though it was trying to take over the space. It prodded into Cindy, causing her to lose her balance.

Colton was barely hanging on. He was breathing forcefully and audibly, his chest heaving frantically. “C-Can’t!” he choked out, feeling like he might tear in two. His belly button throbbed, the size of a tangerine.

His breasts were growing as well. Swelling and heaving, until they were spilling over the neckline of his shirt. Two of the buttons popped off. “Guuhhhh…” His nipples started to leak profusely, spilling forward, milk practically splashing down from his front.

“Nghhhhh…” It didn’t seem possible, but his belly was bigger than he was. Probably twice or triple his size. It was still pulsating forcefully, becoming impossibly heavy. He was starting to look as though he was housing a young elephant, and he was only getting bigger.

It was too much. He sank down the counter, plopping onto his plushy ass, to find himself pinned there by the crushing weight of his belly. It jerked and he yelped, sinking back, the mountainous orb hoovering over him. He could hardly see anything beyond it.

It gave another jerk, and he screamed. He found himself screaming more than he ever had in his life, his limbs writhing. One more jerk, and his shirt tore to shreds, as kicks and nudges visibly littered the surface of his skin. His face was beet red, and he knew he was suffering contractions. Real ones. He couldn’t fathom the prospect of trying to give birth. He was fucking massive! He needed to get to a hospital!

“Logan!” he cried accusatorily. His belly tensed and tightened, seeming to squeeze in on itself. Bobbing and shoving, shoving deeper in his pelvis. He felt like he was going to break! More of his milk gushed free of him, enough that it was making a puddle on the floor around him.

Another puddle of fluid indicated something else, Colton spreading his thighs by impulse. The position was slightly less excruciating. He spread them as far as he could manage, yet he didn’t know what he was doing, not until he felt something shoving towards his hole, setting his whole backside on fire. “N-no!” he choked out, but something was forcibly crowning. He didn’t even think it was possible. He threw his head back and howled in pain as his belly started up with its next wave of shuddering contractions. It looked like a balloon about to pop, the size of a boulder, completely dwarfing him!

He gave a choked wheezy noise as the head burst free. People were either gawking or scrambling around him, a few people on the phone with emergency services.

And Logan had done nothing but stand there watching him. His drink warm and forgotten, his fist wrapped tightly around it.

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“Maybe I shouldn’t have given him the extra slice,” murmured Cindy from behind the massive bouquet of flowers she was clutching in front of her.

Colton was in a complete daze. He didn’t know how he had done it. But somehow he had.

Ten babies.

Big ones. Healthy, plump ones. Ten, overweight, babies.

And now he lay there motionless, staring blankly at the ceiling.

He couldn’t lift a finger. Hell, he couldn’t move a toe.

“Is he okay?” Cindy whispered loudly.

“He needs rest,” said Ike, looking distinctly disturbed as he peered around at the many sleeping babies in cribs that lined the walls of Colton’s private hospital room. “This must be some sort of record.”

Colton was unemployed.

Ike had apprised him of this only moments earlier. Colton’s position had been given to Logan.

At least they had sent flowers.

In his semi-conscious stupor, Colton wondered if Roger had planned this all along. His final act as CEO had been firing him.

Logan had won.

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Three months later, Logan sat in his expansive corner office, contentedly sipping his coffee.

Everything had worked out wonderfully.

He had to take a moment to reflect on his achievements.

He had forged a successful partnership with Mr. Oharo and the Oho’s franchise. He had gotten the first café up and running, with plans for two more to soon be opened locally. Overall, he was a hard worker, a trusted colleague, and an amazing human being. Not to mention the fact that he was a damn stud. Logan chuckled to himself.

A knock on his office door interrupted his thoughts. He looked up in intrigue. He did not have any meetings scheduled that day. Perhaps it was just a colleague stopping by to congratulate him on his many recent accomplishments. “Come in!” he called with imperious glee.

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