Shark, Part 29 - 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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After his “meal,” Colton was sent to see the tailor to attend to his tearing jumpsuit.
By the time Colton got there, his front was soaked, not only because of sweat, but because his nipples were leaking profusely.
His body felt like a furnace. He was breathing heavily, trying to temper the odd jolts that ran through his midsection.
The pressure was still accumulating. Colton felt exhausted and breathless, and wished he could just sleep it off.
“Oh, look what you’ve done,” said Amy, tutting as she regarded him.
They were in a back area of the café, shrouded in racks of clothing, Amy circling him like a wolf. Studying every inch of his body.
Colton couldn’t respond; he just gave Amy a pleading look. He felt ready to collapse. Instead, he was forced to stand there, one of his hands rubbing desperate circles on his abdomen. He flinched as he felt a surge of tension, the jumpsuit tearing more as his belly tightened. “Fuhhhh…” he breathed.
“Evidently you’ve had a good appetite,” Amy noted.
Colton was huffing and puffing, just trying to hold it together. His eyes started to water from the intense strain on his body.
Amy twisted her lips to one side. She looked around the clothing racks for a moment before reaching in and grabbing something, seemingly at random. She held up a dark green piece to Colton’s orb. It looked far too small.
“Try this on,” Amy said, throwing the overalls over Colton’s shoulder.
Colton was now clutching his belly with both hands, still breathing harshly. He didn’t want to move, let alone try on clothing. The tear on the side of his jumpsuit extended another few inches. It seemed he was going to end up unclothed one way or another.
Amy nudged him toward the nearby changing room. Colton hobbled his way in, gripping the entryway for balance.
Amy swung the curtains shut behind him. “Hurry up!”
Colton would have cursed the woman had he thought he could speak. He looked longingly at the bench built into the side of the small room but had doubts it would be able to support his weight.
With shaking hands, he pulled off the torn jumpsuit he was wearing, his face flushed red and contorted in strain. He paused, gripping the wall and gasping for breath. Desperate to get this over with, he grabbed the green overalls and navigated his legs into them.
Colton had barely pulled them on when the curtain swung open again. “Finally,” Amy said, giving him a onceover. “Come out, come out.”
Colton hardly resisted giving her a rude hand gesture.
He was guided over to the area where Amy did adjustments and found himself standing before a broad, full-length mirror, staring in morbid fascination at his reflection.
He had hardly even noticed the placement of his hand, which was now clutching the underside of his belly. The weight was immense and the pressure was unbearable. He was sweating bullets by then, and truly struggling not to seep milk into the stretchy material. He was gasping as though he was doing lamaze, his belly puffing out and in with each breath. For what had to be the millionth time, he wondered what the hell he had done to himself?
“It looks fantastic!” Amy said.
It looked like club-wear. Overalls with no shirt underneath, so his man-tits were nearly popping out into the open. It stretched so tightly over his belly, Colton didn’t think there was an inch of give, were he to expand.
He watched his cleavage pinch against the box neckline every time he inhaled. He felt absolutely ridiculous. His eyes trailed along his body, taking in how big his hips and ass seemed to be getting. His limbs still looked measly next to his enormous belly. He looked as though he was a term with quads even though he wasn’t even close to his due date.
“I knew it. It’s perfect,” Amy praised herself.
Colton just hugged what he could reach of his belly, as though to contain the pressure. His insides were lurching relentlessly and often emitting embarrassing gurgling noises.
Suddenly, Amy shot a sharp look Colton’s way. “Don’t you dare grow another inch!”
Such a demand was insane. How could they stuff and fatten him like a pig, then insist that he not grow? When his stomach was near bursting with fat and calories?
Colton felt nauseous. His eyes going wide, he covered his mouth with his hand.
“Oh, don’t you even think about it,” Amy warned, pulling over a chair.
Colton sat himself down, his orb settling against his lap. He breathed thinly as he gratefully leaned back. He had never seen any woman as pregnant as he was. He was an anomaly even for a man! Just fucking huge. This certainly couldn’t just be one — he had to be packed with babies!
“I haven’t even told my parents,” he said faintly, his belly overcome by a heated throbbing sensation.
Amy just laughed. “It’s a good thing you have time. You can worry about that later. Right now, you need to just focus on the dinner meeting.”
Dinner meeting? Colton blinked up at Amy.
“I hear Mr. Oharo intends to put in a good word for you,” Amy added with a wink. “Well, you are his favorite. If Roger doesn’t appreciate your hard work, I wouldn’t be surprised if Oharo tried to steal you away from him.”
This certainly caught Colton’s interest. But why did the goddamn tailor seem to know more about his career than he did?
“Dinner,” Colton repeated, his voice a raspy breath.
“You still have a few hours,” Amy noted. “You think you can hold it together until then?”
Colton had many concerns. Firstly, regarding his nipples that were aching from how engorged his breasts were. Secondly, was the fact that the overalls he had on only seemed to be getting tighter the longer he sat there wearing them…and his belly, heavier.
He thought of how appalled Roger would be once he saw how much he had grown since their last meeting.
Suddenly Colton felt quite dizzy. I need a nap, he thought.
Unfortunately for him, the workday had barely even started.
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Colton could hardly function for the remainder of the workday. Oharo had gone to his hotel to rest, so Colton kept to the café office. It was as though he could feel his body struggling to digest the onslaught of doughnuts. His belly would lurch, gurgle, and sometimes quaver. Other times he would release massive belches and suffer gas pains, his fingers desperately trying to massage what they could reach of his huge orb.
If anyone stepped into the office for anything, he would plaster his face with a smile and try to look busy. But once they were gone, he would slump back again, groaning, fidgeting, and absolutely despising his very existence.
When his sitting position got to be too uncomfortable for his back, he would stand up, leaning on the wall, while gazing in morbid fascination at his huge swell. It didn’t even seem possible that he could house such a thing. How could he himself be growing so much life? And growing it to such a profound degree?
When the clock drew close to 5 PM, Colton knew he had to see Amy again to change back into those overalls she had picked out.
Colton first made a stop in the main café area, just to get some water. The lights were dim, the scene relaxed, men lounging on couches as they flirted with the attractive waiters serving them.
As Colton waddled behind the counter, he could see the looks aimed his way. Some of the servers appeared uneasy, their hands cupping their small bellies. They looked as though they thought Colton’s hugeness was somehow contagious. Surely they didn’t want to become goddamn blimps like Colton was, lucrative as it might have been, given the bonuses.
Colton just panted heavily as he chugged his glass of water, then refilled it. He was grateful he had gotten the chance to pump his milk while in the office. It was one less thing to worry about.
He could not believe how heated he felt. Hot and flushed, his skin dewy. His groin was constantly throbbing, and he was unbelievably horny. Ridiculously enough, he even felt peckish enough to eat. Pregnancy was proving to be truly horrific. He had never even wanted children.
“Hey Colt, you doing ok?”
Colton looked up to see Chris scrutinizing him. “Just…digesting,” Colton managed. As though to punctuate, his stomach gurgled.
“Yeah, it looks like you put on a few inches while hiding away in the office,” Chris responded as he eyed Colton’s straining shirt.
Colton leaned back against the counter. He felt a phantom bloom of tension that made him grimace. “Mmmghhh…” he groaned, clutching his belly, but it grew regardless. It tightened and pushed, shifting forward with visible growth as he grunted and leaned harder against the counter, all of his muscles tensing as his abdomen inched forward.
It was only a moment. Colton was left gasping for breath, his nipples leaking even after being pumped recently. He looked down at his body in disbelief. He cupped the side of his belly, stunned to realize it was getting wider than the rest of him.
Chris gave a low whistle. “Impressive,” he said, holding up his phone to snap a picture. His fat tits jiggled as he shoved the phone back between them. “Damn dude, I think you’re starting to look like Tim.”
“No,” Colton protested harshly, still struggling to catch his breath. Never. He would never become like that fucking whale! Colton felt dizzy.
“Seriously Colt…you okay?” Chris said, quirking a brow.
One of Colton’s buttons popped off, revealing his bare navel, his belly button the size of a damn golf ball. His belly heaved up and down. He was just so fertile, so full of babies.
“F-fine,” Colton retorted snippily.
“You got mommy-brain. I get it.”
Colton just glared at the other man. He tried to straighten up, only then noticing the group of servers who had gathered nearby to stare at him in fascination.
“God Colton, you’re massive,” one remarked, as though that wasn’t an incredibly rude thing to say.
“He’s the favorite,” someone else said, with bitterness, Colton thought.
“Colton’s making that big money,” said yet a third server. “He’s gonna be hitting all the bonuses.”
“What’s your secret?”
Colton squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, wanting to tell them to all fuck off. “I have to go see Amy,” he breathed. He didn’t have time for this.
“I was heading that way,” a new voice remarked.
Colton, Chris, and the surrounding servers looked up at Logan, who was looking as cool and composed as ever.
Glaring at him, Colton took hold of his shoulder. Only because he was certain to lose his balance otherwise. He was just so exhausted. He waddled alongside Logan as they made their way toward the back offices. He could feel all the others watching them, and hoped it wasn’t too obvious what had happened between them.
“You can barely walk,” Logan said quietly beside him. “You know you don’t have to keep working.”
Colton ignored him.
“You know Roger would let you take an early maternity leave,” Logan went on, with his faux-geniality. “Think about it. It just seems like a lot on your body.” Colton could see the way Logan was drinking him in. Memorizing every inch of him.
Ordinarily Colton would have told him to fuck off, but somehow he had transcended that. Somehow it wasn’t sufficient. So when they got to Amy’s workshop, he simply let go of Logan’s arm and walked inside.
