Shark, Part 28 - 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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A cutely plump, pregnant waitress wheeled a cart over. With the aid of two other servers, she heaved a massive tray up from the cart and lowered it onto Kat and Oharo’s table.

Kat found herself gazing in disbelief up at a small mountain of donuts. There had to be hundreds.

She was flabbergasted that they would refer to such a thing as “lunch.” They weren’t even trying to be discreet about their efforts to stuff and fatten her.

The donuts were thickly glazed and plump with filling. Kat could see chocolate, custard, jam, hazelnut butter, cannoli cream, and various other fillings oozing out of the sides. As delicious as the pastries smelled, the sheer quantity left her squirming. Her belly gurgled. Kat reached out as if to take one, but her hand shook. She knew that once she started, they would expect her to finish it all. She tried to think of a way out of this.

A waitress came to her side, lifting a donut with a gloved hand and bringing it to Kat’s lips.

Kat slapped her hand aside.

“I can feed myself,” she grumbled, unwittingly making a commitment. She could see the way Oharo was watching her with expectation, as Logan and Mia looked on, rather curious and bemused.

If she really had to do this, she might as well do it with some dignity.

And so, with a quavering hand, Kat reached out and lifted the first pastry. She already felt warm and clammy as she brought it to her lips, opening her mouth wide, and taking a large bite.

Thick, creamy chocolate filling gushed into her mouth. God, it was delicious.

The sugar proved addictive as ever, and Kat rapidly demolished that first pastry, before reaching for another one. She ate with enthusiasm, chomping through one pastry after the next.

It was an odd scene, Kat eating hurriedly and impatiently, trying to somehow impress. Or just get this over with. All while her boss and two colleagues watched her mutely. Even some servers lingered around the table, observing Kat feast.

This was taking too long. And it was hard not to feel like a slob when she was the only one eating; over-consuming calories. The only noises at the table were the sounds of her humming and chewing, her pulse pounding in her head, and the occasional gurgle of her stomach as it was pushed closer to capacity.

She stuffed donuts between her lips whole, big as they were. Her mouth was completely filled, her cheeks bulging as they were packed with sugar, fat, and the sweet, starchy dough.

The fillings were delicious, but Kat was already getting tired, and she had barely put a dent in the pile. Yet she kept eating – if just because of all the expectation in Mr. Oharo’s gaze. This was his first time seeing her in months. She couldn’t start off this reunion by disappointing him.

Kat was not sure when she had gotten into this weird, sick contract. She didn’t know how much time had passed as she ate, just that she was sweaty and dizzy, her skin flushed, and her belly feeling as though it was throbbing. She could hear the rush of her own blood in her eardrums, her surroundings seeming to swim as her gaze drifted from one staring face to another.

“S-sorry,” she stammered, perhaps just to give herself a reprieve from stuffing food down. But she didn’t elaborate. She couldn’t. She felt sick, like if she tried to talk again, food might just start coming up.

The staring faces blinked back at her, as though they too weren’t sure what she was apologizing for. She was a spectacle. She was like some sort of circus act, doing a trick. Kat felt mortified. And yet, she grabbed another donut. Forced it into her mouth, and down her throat, hardly even chewing. It was so soft and malleable. Her throat was used to it by then, to being forced wide open. She could compress the donuts and swallow them whole.

She had hardly gotten through a quarter of the pile when a new tray was wheeled over. Kat could see it in her peripheral vision as she continued to gobble down pastries. Her dress strained, even tighter than it had been before. Her belly felt tense and would quaver at times. It was filling with pressure. She could tell that it was starting to push out.

The cart beside the table held a huge, industrial blender. Diana and another waitress each pulled on a pair of gloves. They then lifted donuts off the pile and threw them into the blender. Kat was puzzled, but she didn’t dare pause in her consumption.

She started to slow down. It was difficult to maintain her speed when she was feeling so packed. The others didn’t seem to mind. They just continued to stare at her. Thankfully, a dialogue started, so there were noises other than Kat’s grunting, groaning, and heavy panting between her bites.

“Just fill it to the top,” a waitress named Tara was telling Diana. “Yeah, all the way.”

“I wonder how it’s gonna taste,” Diana remarked, wrinkling her nose as Tara stuffed yet more donuts into the blender, smashing it all down so she could add another layer. Various fillings could be seen gushing out of the donuts, smearing the glass.

“I don’t think it matters. She clearly has a great appetite,” Tara said, throwing a grin towards Kat. In the meantime, Diana was twisting the top off a 2-quart bottle of heavy cream. She poured the whole thing into the blender.

The two women kept adding things: a stick of butter. Several large spoonfuls of lard. Scoops of vanilla ice cream. Sugar, and more heavy cream. The sight of it was nauseating to Kat, but that could have also been the dozens of donuts she had already crammed down.

“Errgghhh…” she groaned, gripping the edge of the table as her belly quaked.

Someone rubbed her back. Kat swiveled her head around, surprised to see some random waitress petting her. Another had taken to fanning her with some menus.

“You’re doing so great,” one encouraged.

“You’re blowing up,” said the other. “I’ve never seen anything like it. You’re fantastic. God, you’re like the star attraction.”

Attraction? It was only then that Kat noticed that several customers had come over, now forming a crowd around her. Watching her, like this was some sick show. Men licked their lips, their eyes glued to her orb.

I’m — an — executive, Kat would have specified, had she thought she could speak. But all that came out of her mouth was another groan. She was just so packed, so tight. She had to be economic with her movements, or she was sure she would suffocate. There was no purpose in speaking, let alone disagreeing with some random waitress who didn’t know her place.

There was a roaring noise as the blender started, the contents turning into a beige slop as it was rapidly puréed. Only a moment later, the blender turned off again, a few inches of space now appearing at the top.

Tara peeled the cover off and carefully shoved more donuts into the container. Kat’s belly heaved up and down as she struggled to breathe. Her hazy mind had managed to put it together. That was for her.

Kat’s speed had devolved to a crawl, her hands clammy and trembling as she slowly lifted pastries. The blender started again, just for another moment. Now it was packed to the brim with puréed donuts.

“Okay Kat, this should make things a little easier for you,” Diana said as she peeled the cover off again. Tara, meanwhile, had procured a funnel from one of the shelves under the cart.

Kat blinked at them, but didn’t think she could speak to protest. She opened her mouth, but her belly shuddered, and she groaned, clutching it. The mound was pressing into the edge of the table, though Kat was certain there had been enough space earlier.

Suddenly, several hands were on her. They pulled back her chair, so that her belly was no longer shoved against the edge of the table. Kat was pushed to lean against the back of the chair, her head tilted as the tip of the funnel was shoved into her mouth.

Kat could do little more than moan.

But maybe this was preferable to how things had been going. At the rate she had been eating, it could have taken all day. Granted she didn’t pass out first.

Two other servers struggled to heave the huge blender over to her. A third server joined, aiding in tipping the blender toward the funnel, allowing the thick slop to pour through, and subsequently gush into Kat’s mouth.

“See how compliant she is,” Oharo finally spoke. “You should all be aspiring to become more like Kat. She is the paragon of what it means to work at Oho’s.”

Kat could merely moan as the sweet, thick gunk filled her mouth. She gulped it down. Though this was easier, the gunk certainly felt heavier than the donuts as it hit her stomach. It seemed to fill in every centimeter of space that wasn’t already occupied. She could feel her stomach tightening even more rapidly than it had before, her face flushing red as she desperately gulped against the ceaseless flood of puréed donuts.

It was nauseatingly oily and sweet. Her eyelids fluttered, and she was terribly dizzy, yet she just kept drinking. Because somehow, this was her job, apparently.

Her dress was so tight, she could feel it shrinking against her, her belly filling and expanding, growing fuller and rounder. Spreading and advancing, as her feet scuffed the floor, the weight of the mass heavy on her lap. Her dress inched upwards, exposing more of her curvy thighs. She tugged feebly at the thin material that was stretched so tautly, she feared it might tear.

“Atta girl,” Tara praised. “There you go. Keep drinking. Get it all down.” In the meantime, the blender wasn’t even halfway done. The girls continued to steadily pour the gunk into the funnel, their arms trembling from the weight of the blender, sweat beading on their foreheads.

Kat’s belly was pulsating. She struggled to draw breaths of air in the scarce moments that she wasn’t gulping. She was almost afraid to continue, but she had no choice. Logan was watching intently, just leering at the scene. Mia seemed entirely fascinated. And Oharo had a cruel pleasure about his eyes, watching her with rapt focus. Her gaze darted to the ceiling, then blurred, but she forced herself not to pass out. She kept going.

Her body grew tighter, the coverage of her dress only getting worse. She felt like her tits might pop out at any moment. Her nipples were stinging, swollen and distended, her areolas puffy and plump. Her groin was hot and throbbing, every body system in overdrive as it struggled to accommodate the increasing dimension of her body.

“Almost done,” Diana assured, though Kat couldn’t tell if that was true or not.

The surrounding men--the customers--they were practically drooling. This was the sort of thing they wanted. This was the whole draw of the café, and today, they were certainly in luck.

Can’t, Kat thought, yet she kept chugging. Her skin was prickling, stretching, and straining. She heard a tearing noise, and could feel where a seam had split at the side of her belly, the dress material tearing apart to expose swollen skin. And still, she kept drinking the gunk.

She heard another blender start running. There was never a pause to her consumption. She just kept drinking, acclimating to the pain and tightness, resigning herself to just bursting.

Kat didn’t know how much more time passed before the substance finally stopped pouring into her. She blinked several times as the funnel was removed. She could see that all the donuts were gone. And she could see two dirtied, empty blenders. The girls must have been cycling them, ensuring a continuous stream.

Her stomach gurgled and shuddered. She slowly looked down, taking in its massiveness. She couldn’t see any part of her lap anymore. She was just huge. She looked due with triplets, or quads. She was objectively gigantic, transcending all airs of ever having an ordinary pregnancy. Nothing about this was normal.

Kat dropped her head back and groaned.

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