Shark, Part 32 - Female Version

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Contains: Female: 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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It wasn’t so much a discussion as it was a very late meal, despite the fact that both Logan and Kat had asserted that they had already eaten.

Unsurprisingly, it was just another thinly-veiled ploy to get Kat even more over abundantly stuffed than she already was.

They were perched on a large, soft couch, Kat slumped back with her thighs spread wide and her massive abdomen practically crushing them. Logan watched as the mass heaved up and down as Kat struggled to breathe. Her tits were huge, her hips round and feminine. She was absurdly voluptuous; fertile to the extreme. Her massive belly was nearly overtaking her body.

She fumbled and fidgeted as servants brought dishes and stood patiently beside her. With a shaking hand, Kat would do her best to pluck up morsels of food and deliver them to her mouth. Logan could see that every bite was a strain for her. Piece by piece, she did her best to cram food down.

Kat was fatigued by the process. Logan could tell as much. Eventually she didn’t even attempt to reach for more, she just panted in her slumped position, looking distinctly panicked as she gazed down at her massive boulder of an orb.

“Feed her,” Oharo said.

Both Logan and Kat looked up at where Oharo was sitting on the ottoman a few feet from them, simply watching the scene.

“She is tired,” Oharo elaborated. “And she must conserve her energy. It is best that you feed her,” he put it simply as he gave a nod to the servant holding the latest plate of pasta Kat had been trying to consume.

Though she had previously been offended when such a thing was suggested, Kat was too tired to fight it.

The servant didn’t hesitate. He spooned up a small pile of creamy pasta and promptly stuffed it between Kat’s lips.

Kat released a muffled grunt as she was fed nearly more than she could fit into her mouth. This was made evident by the visible bulging of her cheeks.

“More,” Oharo ordered.

The servant continued to feed Kat from the plate of pasta as she obediently received it. When the plate was done, the servant who had been feeding her walked off, and a new servant stepped forward with a fresh plate of food. This time Kat was fed heaping portions of meatloaf with buttery mashed potatoes.

“You wanted to discuss the Walker account, sir?” Logan said awkwardly to Mr. Oharo.

But Oharo couldn’t even maintain the guise of this being a work meeting. He was attentively watching Kat consume more and more food.

She ate for an hour, forcing down each bite as it was offered. Logan knew he was probably imagining it, but thought her belly looked as though it was getting even bigger. The mound was practically smothering her. She almost seemed as though she was buried beneath the massive orb, squirming and struggling against it. How could she be so large? This certainly had to be Logan’s greatest conquest to date. She was bigger than anyone he had ever seen. She was certainly bigger than Sarah.

Kat sat there panting, yet unable to catch her breath. Her face flushed, her skin damp, she was utterly gorgeous and didn’t even know it.

After Kat’s final plate of food was delivered to her stomach, the three sat in silence, Logan and Mr. Oharo simply watching the absurdly pregnant young woman. Logan could see the resentment on Kat’s brow even beyond her fatigue and anxiety. She had become little more than a spectacle, her value tethered to how long she could keep this scenario going.

Logan could not help noting that although Kat had won in ways, she had lost in others.

“Thank you both for coming,” Oharo said softly after what felt like hours.

Logan came out of his reverie.

Kat’s eyelids fluttered. Logan wasn’t sure if she had dozed. With her massive belly and the huge jugs perched high on her chest, she gave Oharo an incredulous expression.

“Williams,” Mr. Oharo said. “Bernard. Help Miss Stevens to the car.”

The comment struck one of Logan’s curiosities. Often he would wonder when Kat would lose the ability to support her own weight. It was astonishing that she still could carry herself, even partly. But that certainly wouldn’t be for much longer.

Two butlers approached Kat where she was slumped on the couch.

“May I?” said Bernard.

Logan didn’t know if Kat was fully cognizant of what was going on. She gave a questioning moan as she blinked up at them.

The two butlers shrugged at each other, then took her around the shoulders.

“On three,” one of them said.

“One…two…”

Logan watched as they arduously heaved Kat to her feet. The whole thing felt like a dream.

The two men grunted as they supported Kat, one of her arms slung around each of their shoulders. Kat’s face scrunched as she was reacquainted with her momentous forward weight. The muscles in her legs visibly trembled from the exertion of holding herself up, even with aid.

“Just a moment,” said Mr. Oharo. He gave a motion with his hand, and another servant arrived promptly. The woman was clutching something.

“Shall we take your measurements, Kat?” Mr. Oharo inquired. “You’ve just made so much progress over the last few months.”

Her face beet red, Kat gave a jerky nod. Logan could tell she just wanted to be off her feet again.

“Perfect,” said Oharo, nodding to the servant holding what Logan now realized was a measuring tape.

The woman approached Kat. It was awkward, but she managed to navigate the measuring tape between Kat and the two butlers supporting her. Finally, she had the tape wrapped around the greatest width of Kat’s waist. There was an anticipatory pause.

“She really has beaten the record, sir,” said the servant.

The corner of Mr. Oharo’s lips twitched. Kat’s exhausted gaze darted between him and Logan, some of her hair hanging in her face as her chest continued to heave with her heavy breathing.

“Have a good night, Miss Stevens,” said Oharo, simply.

And then they resumed, Kat and the butlers. The trio staggered towards the elevator.

Logan stared after them for a moment, then turned back to Mr. Oharo. He wondered if Kat was being pushed too far. “Sir…” he started.

“Have a good night, Mr. Graham.”

Logan shut his mouth. He was being dismissed. “Good night, sir.”

He could see the butlers dragging Kat into the elevator. He would get on the next one. That seemed safer.

Logan finished off the drink in his hand and lowered the glass to the coffee table. He gave a nod, and walked off to the elevator as he watched the door close on Kat’s sweaty visage.

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Kat felt like a mutant. She was just so full of tension, it was impossible to hold it all in.

“No, no, no,” she grunted, her tense hands gripping her bathroom counter. Her thighs were pressed tightly shut. As her legs fidgeted, her belly swung and accidentally knocked several containers of makeup onto the floor.

She was struggling to breathe, just dripping sweat. Her belly shuddered, but she tried to contain the pressure. It was like a massive balloon wanting to burst inside of her. Suddenly her belly jumped, expanding at least an inch all around. She yelped, throwing her head back, as several more stitches tore apart in her nightgown.

Drool trickled down her chin. She was breathing forcefully, her swollen breasts shivering as her nipples seeped profusely into her gown. Her whole body was strained, a vein bulging on her forehead. She didn’t think she could hold it together; she was at her limit. She didn’t think this could go on another day like this.

Her abdomen was throbbing. Kat whimpered and struggled to get herself together. Thinking about her upcoming presentation. Trying to mentally piece her plans together.

It was a struggle just to move. Kat gripped onto the towel rack as she staggered towards the door, doing her best to continue to press her thighs together. She knew it was pointless, but the babies just felt so heavy on her hips, so large and low. She just had to keep them inside a little longer. Sometimes it almost felt as though something was bulging just within the depths of her opening, but she knew it was madness. She wasn’t in labor so couldn’t be giving birth.

Gripping onto walls, dressers, and other household furnishings, Kat made her way back to her bedroom. She had hardly gotten any sleep the previous night. Most of her time had been spent dozing in and out, tossing and turning, sometimes shooting awake with a pained grunt as her belly tightened or shuddered. Her passenger moved relentlessly with no pause. Even now, in her straining nightgown, Kat could see the places where her belly bulged or warped to the movements of her offspring.

So here she was, five in the morning, feeling like she could collapse at any moment, yet getting ready for the workday.

The doorbell rang. At first Kat thought she was imagining it, but a few seconds later, it rang again. The pace revealed no urgency. She stood there dizzily against her bedroom wall, oblivious as to who would come by at such an hour. All the same, she thought she’d indulge her curiosity. Exhausting as that was sure to be.

It did, indeed, prove to be a journey. And it gave Kat a greater picture of how she would function at work after that last growth spurt. It probably took her ten minutes to stagger to the living room, grabbing hold of anything she could find for support. By the time she opened the front door, she had significant doubts that her visitor would still be waiting.

But he was.

Kat found herself unexpectedly face-to-face with the one person she wanted to see least of all.

Logan.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she gasped out. She half expected he was just there to taunt her some more.

Logan held his hands up in a show of surrender. “Just checking in.”

“Checking — in?”

“After that meeting at Oharo’s penthouse…well, just thought I’d make sure you were all right.”

It sounded dubious at best. Kat narrowed her eyes at him.

Then he asked, “Can I come in?”

Kat wasn’t sure that was a good idea. She slumped harder against the doorframe.

“Kat.” He put his hand on her shoulder.

Just his touch made her body react, a pleasured spasm shuddering through her loins. She didn’t know what it was about him, but she could hardly handle it. Her chest was heaving against the V-neck of her gown, flesh overflowing, but she was too tired to try to adjust it. The nightgown as a whole seemed to be shrinking against her by the moment.

And Logan was staring, his eyes dark with desire. He always seemed to want her, no matter the shape or form.

Kat’s hand slipped where it was gripping the doorframe. She nearly lost her balance, but Logan grabbed hold of her, stepping inside in the process.

“The h-hormones,” she stammered, though she wasn’t sure what specifically she was attributing them to.

“Yeah,” Logan countered, helping to guide her towards the couch.

Kat eased herself down, moaning pathetically. Her surroundings blurred in and out. How could she still be so fucking horny?

She felt a handkerchief pressing against her temple, dabbing up some of the sweat there.

Somehow her fingers wound up twisting through the front of his shirt.

“You should take the day off,” Logan told her.

“You would love that,” she growled back. She suddenly found her face buried against his shirt collar. She breathed in his distinctive scent.

“You got the promotion. You won,” said Logan simply. She could still detect the tinge of resentment. But also, the hunger.

“Yeah,” she breathed.

His fingers idly stroked her nape. Her massive belly was pressed firmly against him.

Both of them knew this was a bad idea.

Despite it, they only drew closer to each other.

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