Shark, Part 27 - 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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There was a light knock at the door. “Hey, just dropping off the mail,” Diana said as she pushed her way in.

Kat nodded tiredly, forcing a smile.

Diana took a few steps into the tiny office before setting the mail she had on top of the pile already sitting on the edge of the desk.

As Diana turned to leave, Kat jolted. She hadn’t realized she had audibly gasped until Diana glanced back over her shoulder. “Oh, I guess it’s been a while,” Diana said in amusement as she gave her backside a pat that left it wobbling.

Diana had the biggest ass Kat had ever seen! The woman had rounded hips and thick thighs, but her ass was just enormous! It looked like she had a pair of volleyballs stuffed into her shorts.

But clearly they weren’t volleyballs, by the way Diana’s flesh bulged out, all smooth and round, her tight shorts really more like panties by how tautly stretched they were. And they gave her a profound wedgy, leaving very little to the imagination.

Kat lightly shook herself. “I guess those supplements worked,” she managed.

“Ditto,” Diana said, throwing a long look at Kat’s breasts and belly.

With a wink, Diana walked out of the room, her globes quaking. Kat ran her hand down her face. What the hell is this place?

The sound of another knock startled Kat. She jerked, looking expectantly at the door, wondering if Diana had forgotten something.

But this time, Mia poked her head into the office. “Hey girl, how ya doing? Heard you had a great meeting.”

Kat shot her a hateful look. “That’s one way to put it,” she said coldly.

 “I heard the data was solid. And also, your boobs look great.”

“What do you want?” Kat deadpanned.

What Mia wanted became apparent as she stepped inside, her right hand clutching a hanger from which a dress dangled. “Amy just wanted me to drop this off.”

“Mia…” Kat started warningly.

“I mean, with the big boss coming, you don’t think you’re wearing that, do you?” She nodded to the professional blouse and dress pants Kat was wearing, both custom-made.

As reluctant as Kat was to admit it, Mia did have a point. Mr. Oharo would certainly be displeased to see Kat dressed in business attire. He worked in the café space and would expect her to be dressed like one of the…workers.

One of the Oho’s waitresses particularly: perky, skimpy, and round.

Kat’s gaze darted to the dress. It looked like it could comfortably fit someone half her size. “Is that really my only option?”

Mia threw the dress across the desk, knocking over some of the papers stacked there in the process. “Just put it on. He’s gonna be here any minute.”

Mia gave a mocking wave with her fingers, her huge tits bobbing in the process. Then she turned and left, leaving Kat alone in the office, her thighs starting to go numb beneath the weight of her belly.

Right, she thought, frowning down at the garment.

After arduously heaving herself up, Kat waddled over to the door to lock it. She then made sure that the window blinds were securely closed as her hand moved to cup her churning abdomen.

Pulling on the dress took an infuriating amount of effort. Kat knew from the start that it wouldn’t fit, yet was convinced that any complaints she made would be ignored—not unless she proved the dress wasn’t in any way adequate.

She struggled and groaned, her cheeks reddening as she managed to pull the strained, stretchy material over her hot, swollen breasts. She twitched as her nipples hardened and ached, yet she somehow managed not to lactate.

Kat was panting by then. Of course it was a bodicon dress. It was so absurdly impractical, she could have laughed. But instead, she fumbled, she pulled, and she forced the material over her massive stomach.

By the time she got the dress on, she felt weak in the knees, so she leaned heavily against the wall. She looked down at herself in disbelief. Somehow, the dress actually fit her.

It was skintight with spaghetti straps, the deep V-neck revealing as much cleavage as it possibly could without displaying her nipples. It was so thin, it might as well have been a second skin, every curve of her body revealed with explicit detail, right down to her swollen areola and erect nipples, both of which had more than doubled in size since this whole thing had started.

Her belly heaved with her heavy breathing, so blatantly massive and round that every ripple was visible as the mound rose and fell, every movement detectable against the taut surface. The dress hid nothing. She truly might as well have been naked, given the tightness of the material.

It hugged her body down to her thighs, too short for her to feel as though she could walk, let alone sit, with any comfortability.

“Fucking Amy,” Kat breathed, because this was just typical of the damn seamstress. She tugged and fidgeted, but there was no improvement in terms of coverage. If she pulled the hem down, her breasts damn near popped out. If she wanted to improve the coverage of her chest, her backside would be practically sticking out beneath the skirt.

Just as Kat started to consider taking the offensive garment off, she heard a small commotion outside. Seconds later, there was another pair of knuckles insistently rapping on the office door.

“They picked him up from the airport. His ETA is ten minutes,” Mia called from the corridor.

“Great,” Kat muttered sarcastically under her breath. Tempted as she was to just barricade herself in the office, she clutched her belly and waddled over to the door.

After she opened it, Mia gave her a once-over. “Looks great,” she leered.

Kat rolled her eyes. “Let’s get this over with,” she muttered as she fidgeted and tugged at the dress some more.

Trying not to think about the two boxes of goop’ms she had just scarfed down (she was fucking surrounded by the stuff), she followed Mia down the hallway and back into the main café area.

“Everyone, just try to look busy,” Mia called out to the café workers buzzing around. “Kat, come behind the display, next to Logan here.”

Indeed, there Logan was, looking cool and relaxed in a crisp suit, his hungry gaze practically devouring her.

Kat just gave him a hateful look, gripping the display for balance as she closed their distance. She flinched when her belly bumped into the counter and took a step back. She had yet to acclimate to how far her body spanned now.

“You’re looking healthy,” Logan muttered, checking his watch in an attempt to appear nonchalant.

Was that his way of calling her fat? He wasn’t worth a retort. Kat just rolled her eyes and tried not to pay too much attention to the chocolate cake in the display practically emitting subliminal messages demanding her to eat it.

God, she was tight – her belly packed with food, fat, and fucking life. “I really need to sit down,” she muttered to Mia who was leaning casually against an adjacent counter.

“He’s outside,” Mia hissed, her gaze on her phone. She hurriedly shoved the device deep between her huge tits. “Everyone, look natural!”

God, this is stupid, Kat thought, fidgeting with her dress again.

It really was, though. All of this, as a whole. She looked around at all the skimpily-clad servers in various degrees of pregnancy. How the hell did this even work, as a business model?

The door opened with that tacky jingle Kat could hardly tolerate. A man in a suit walked in and held the door for Oharo’s slow entry.

Suddenly Kat’s breath but caught her throat. She was abruptly reminded of the tenuous nature of this collaboration. If Oharo didn’t like what he saw here, it could be the end of the whole café deal.

Oharo took a moment to look around, his aged hands adjusting his glasses. He gazed around at the café, the servers, and then the front display. He steadily registered the people behind the counter. Mia, then Logan, then finally, Kat. His expression brightened. “Katlyn, it’s been too long!”

Kat tentatively smiled. “Indeed it has, sir,” she said, giving a slight bow of her head, because a bow at her waist just wasn’t going to happen.

“You look well!” he boomed, moving closer. “Come here so I can see you.” Still, he had yet to greet Logan, Mia, or anyone else.

Kat’s face fell. Suddenly feeling rather icky, she obediently made her way out from behind the counter, her belly slowly emerging before the rest of her, a swollen display of her most profound failings.

Oharo looked delighted. “My, have you changed!”

Kat gave a grimace of a smile. “Yes, things are certainly…progressing. You must be exhausted from your flight, sir. We can have you escorted to your hotel. Or would you prefer a quick tour?”

Oharo opted for the tour, and insisted Kat be the one to give it.

She awkwardly waddled around, guiding him through the small establishment. He watched the way she clutched her abdomen, her movements onerous, her narrow frame not well suited for the expanse of her condition.

Her pregnancy was unusually large. Beyond the size of what most women reached, even when they were at term. Kat just tried her best not to think about it.

“And that’s our set-up,” Kat told Oharo at the close of the tour. “It’s quaint, but functional. I sent you the numbers. Business is doing really good.” They found a table in the main café, where Kat eased herself down. This was a parallel experience to her visit to Asia, only now she was hosting. She was fully indoctrinated into the insanity.

“Sir, it’s good to see you again,” Logan said as he sat down with them, hilariously pretending not to notice the fact that Mr. Oharo had entirely ignored him thus far.

“Cool to finally meet in person,” Mia said as she plopped down to join them.

“Mr. Graham,” Oharo said with a nod. “Mia.” He smiled.

A waitress came over with tea and pastries, setting them on the table.

Kat glanced at the waitress, only to find herself eye-level with Diana’s enormous ass cheeks. She quickly averted her gaze again.

Oharo gave Diana’s butt a considering look, before he returned his attention to Kat, Logan, and Mia. “How is she doing?” he asked Mia.

Mia seemed to know what he was talking about without any need for elaboration. “She’s doing great. Big appetite. We’re getting her a snack in a minute.” She winked at Kat, who reddened.

“Oh?”

“She is very compliant,” Mia went on with smugness. “Oh, she’s practically insatiable. Hardly needs any coaxing anymore. She just loves to eat, just wants to fatten that belly.”

Kat felt herself going tense in her seat, her stomach throbbing.

“We give her plenty of sugar, wheat, lard, and sometimes…” Mia went on and on, talking about Kat as though she wasn’t a person, but a damn farm animal.

It was infuriating. Kat’s hands balled into fists. It took every drop of her resolve not to assault Mia with one of the little pastry forks on the table.

“She’s really taking to her role here,” Mia finished.

It was delusional. Kat hardly even frequented the café anymore. Her work was in the corporate office.

Nevertheless, she did her best to look pleasant, no matter how flustered she felt. She only had to tolerate this for a few days, after all. She offered Mia a deranged sort of grin that promised suffering in the near future.

“Mr. Oharo,” Kat sharply cut in. “I was actually hoping that you could speak to Roger for me. You see, he’s not…very comfortable with my condition. So, I thought if you put in a good word—”

“Why don’t we get an early start today?” Oharo interrupted, still addressing Mia. “It’s nearly lunch. Kat deserves a treat for all the hard work she’s been doing.”

Kat stiffened.

“Sure thing, boss,” Mia said, waving her hand to get the attention of a nearby server. “Bring out Kat’s lunch.”

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