Shark, Part 30 - 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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Dinner was pure misery.

The moment Kat hobbled into the private room reserved for them at the restaurant, she was late, and most of the other executives were already seated. Roger looked aghast, clearly shocked that one of his top employees had turned into a hippopotamus in just a few short weeks.

Her face plastered with a synthetic smile, Kat struggled towards a seat, trying her best not to bump into things. It was getting hard just to judge the span of her body.

Her spot at the table was close to Roger’s, but thankfully, not entirely adjacent. Mr. Oharo was seated another few seats down. He smiled and nodded as she eased herself down.

Kat was decidedly uncomfortable. She kept fidgeting and tugging down her attire, which felt like it was peeling away from her, continually riding up. Amy had made her stuff down another one of those special pills. Kat was already panting and sweating, trying to remain calm. Her insides were lurching relentlessly, her belly occasionally emitting gurgling or whining noises. She tried to cover it with coughing fits that incidentally brought everyone’s attention right back to her.

“Should I get you some tea?” a waiter whispered in her ear, his alarmed gaze oscillating between her face and her belly.

Kat nodded as she straightened, clearing her throat. She attempted a smile, her face red, and her clothing growing damp from how much she was sweating.

She could hardly hear what was being discussed. It felt as though her pulse was pounding right in her eardrums. She blinked several times, trying her best to focus despite her heaving chest, her throbbing breasts, her stinging nipples, and her squirming stomach.

“Kat’s work at the café has been remarkable,” Oharo was telling Roger directly. “Though, I’m sure Logan helped as well.”

Logan looked quite offended that he was merely an afterthought in Mr. Oharo’s praise.

“But Kat has been invaluable. You should come by and see the café sometime. The environment is just dazzling.”

Kat felt a surge of panic at the thought of Roger coming by the café and seeing what was really going on there. She looked at Logan, whose expression seemed to mirror her opposition to the prospect.

“I do hope all her hard work has not been missed,” Mr. Oharo finished as he lifted his wine glass and took a sip.

Puzzlement merged into Roger’s disturbed expression. It seemed to take a full moment before he came out of his reverie, turning his gaze from Kat to Mr. Oharo.

“I didn’t realize she had been so efficient,” he said warily. “Admittedly, it’s hard to keep up with exactly what she does here outside of making a mockery of meetings.”

Kat’s cheeks heated even more. It seemed Roger had heard about her little “spill” weeks earlier.

She gritted her teeth and maintained her smile even after her belly started another round of gurgling. She cleared her throat. Thankfully, Mr. Oharo spoke up again, attracting attention away from her.

“Take it from me,” Mr. Oharo said. “Kat is the whole reason I joined your organization. And every day she has this project, the brand grows.”

Kat was taking long, deep breaths, truly struggling to hold it together. Yet as she sat there, she could feel herself filling. She just had to hold on. Her eyes widened, and she barely managed to cover a belch. Several people threw her glances.

She tried to maintain a relaxed demeanor, but she was in severe discomfort. Her thighs fidgeted under the table, spreading to make more room for her belly. She was just so stuffed. She just wanted this thing out of her already.

“Isn’t she lovely,” Mr. Oharo remarked, causing yet more gazes to shoot Kat’s. The comment might have been seen as inappropriate if made by a man of a lower position. But Mr. Oharo, being the magnate that he was, was able to get away with it. “And so fertile. There aren’t many things nobler than the creation of life.”

Roger’s look of puzzlement grew as he exchanged a glance with Ike, then looked back at Mr. Oharo. It was their first in-person meeting, and the first time Roger became acquainted with the other businessman’s…idiosyncrasies.

“She’s something,” Roger said through his teeth.

Roger did not like being controlled, and that was precisely what Mr. Oharo was endeavoring to do.

Kat knew she should have been grateful someone was finally advocating for her and acknowledging all her hard work.

But it was difficult to feel anything but distressed, as her dress tightened against her, and the pressure inside her pushed her to yet a new level of hugeness. She was positively stuffed, and could feel her body incrementally tightening, physically getting bigger and rounder. She tried to smile through it and pretend nothing was going on.

“I still haven’t met the fiancé…” Roger noted, his eyes still narrowed. “Kat, I had been hoping you’d bring him along to dinner.”

“Fiancé?” Mr. Oharo echoed.

Outrageously, Kat had hardly touched the food in front of her. For once, she felt so beyond the point of popping, she could not lift one morsel to her mouth.

Her lips contorted the several times she feebly tried to respond, grateful that the table hid at least most of her massive, expanding belly. “He’s…busy,” she finally rasped. “Works…late.” She was supposed to be working on that. She couldn’t imagine how she could trick some fool into to being with her, especially in her massive state. She would be better off hiring an escort then perhaps forging some documents. Of course, all that could possibly be forgone if Mr. Oharo truly exerted pressure. Granted, she stayed in his good graces.

For the first time, she wondered what this partnership would even look like after she gave birth.

Her belly was heaving – now bumping against the edge of the table. People appeared puzzled as the table rocked slightly, not seeing how it corresponded with every breath Kat took.

Those who weren’t otherwise preoccupied were still staring at her as she sweat profusely; sweat like a pig.

Her breathing was audible, her smile more of a grimace by then. The hem of her little dress was sliding higher. Kat wanted to collapse, but she just kept growing.

“You okay, Kat?” said Ike, sort of just marveling.

Kat felt the subtle pop of a dress stitch snapping. She refused to make another embarrassing spectacle of herself. “Fine,” she forced out, her arms encircling her belly. She was stunned to realize her fingers could no longer connect around it.

Kat was feeling a plethora of things. Anxious, fearful, humiliated, uncomfortable, and most unexpectedly of all, horny.

It was like with every pulse her belly grew, she got hotter and needier, her thighs squirming as she struggled to breathe through it all.

She couldn’t believe how big she was getting. She felt like she was attached to her orb, and not the other way around. A sudden surge of growth left the table rattling. Several wine glasses toppled, people fussing and standing up. Kat took the opportunity to gasp for breath, panting like a dog.

It was just so heavy on her hips, so deep in her pelvis, she even started to push a little, though she wasn’t in labor. It was just impulse. Her groin was pulsing, the skin on her abdomen prickling with the strain. She had never expected things to come this far, and it certainly wasn’t worth it. Had she known how huge she would get, she would have never allowed this to progress.

She was pinned down by this massive, indomitable force. She wanted to flee, but stayed firmly in her seat, even as her belly pushed the table more. It tilted, and more people fussed.

“What the hell!?” Ike snapped as his linguine slid to the floor.

Kat wanted to push her chair back, but she could hardly move, hardly breathe. She was simply wedged there as, one by one, her dozen or so superiors and colleagues slowly came to realize that she was the source of the conundrum. This scarlet-faced, sopping wet, heavily panting mess of a woman, practically pinned to her seat by the massive belly overflowing her lap. As it tremored, bulged, and heaved at times, continuing to gurgle, whine, and push forward. She was merely a vessel. Her passenger dominated her.

“What the fuck!” someone shouted.

“Someone call a doctor!” another insisted.

Mr. Oharo looked delighted.

“I’m fine!” Kat choked out, mortified. Her cleavage was puffing and heaving against the tightness of the low neckline, her breasts threatening to spill over it at any moment.

Another stitch tore at the side of her dress, the fabric opening to reveal a gap of flesh. Kat quickly slapped her hand over the exposed area, covering it up. She was completely miserable. Why did they keep doing this to her?

It was only then that she noticed Logan staring, looking frustrated in his own way.

She yelped as her belly bounced forward another inch. The table fell over.

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She got a promotion.

Even a day later, Kat was still having a hard time believing it.

Pregnant as she was. Unmarried as she was. And even after the various humiliating “episodes” she had had in recent weeks during dinners and meetings.

It seemed that her partnership with Mr. Oharo had actually paid off. She still couldn’t say that this whole situation was worth it, but still…at least it was something.

“So I was thinking we could fit in one more machine, if we push these two against the wall,” Mia was saying.

Kat and Mia were standing in the Pumping Station, which was really just a room in the back with various machines the hired milk producers used not only to pump but also measure their milk output. The machines were really just molds with breast pumps attached, that a woman could lean or lay against in various positions (they were adjustable) to comfortably be pumped. The milk filtered into bottles that electronically weighed and documented each woman’s output to determine their financial compensation.

The program had started out only with Mia, but it was really doing well now. They had about five girls, of varying sizes, and plenty motivated. As Kat idly gazed at one of the girls in a corner, moaning as she arched while leaning into one of the machines, she felt almost tempted to try it out herself. Her tits were aching.

“So what you think?”

Kat snapped out of her reverie. She looked back at Mia, unable to help the way her gaze seemed to automatically shoot to the barista’s chest.

Mia’s breasts had seen a surge of growth in recent weeks. She was taking on more and more pumping hours. Then again, her video game habit wasn’t cheap.

Kat found herself ogling a pair of breasts the size of basketballs. Mia seemed to be leaning back just to balance the things. Kat thought she looked flustered and breathless but was grinning like she was deranged. Then again, who was she to judge?

“Kat?” said Mia.

“Um…” Kat blushed. She watched the way Mia’s tits bounced with her latest comment. The way Mia was breathing so heavily, her fat tits straining her tank top to capacity. Looking like they would burst right out. Her cleavage a deep, sweaty line, her flesh flushed and packed with milk. Together the mounds were wider than her shoulders. Sometimes she would cup them with her hands, trying to steady them. One would think she would find her growth to be disturbing or inconvenient, but she seemed all smiles, all the time.

“Yeah, that could work,” said Kat finally, feeling a little dazed. She herself was struggling to balance her massive, protruding belly. She felt like a blimp. She was starting to look as if she had a beach ball attached to her torso, and was still growing every day. Or every time Mr. Oharo wanted her to.

She gulped.

“What the hell are we doing?” Kat blurted thoughtlessly.

Mia looked entirely confused. “What do you mean?”

Kat lightly shook her head. She stepped back, leaning on a nearby wall, if just to give her back a break from the overwhelming weight. “Nothing,” she muttered.

Everything was fine.

Perfectly normal.

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