Shark, Part 25 - 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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He found Colton tucked away in an aisle, tearing furiously through plastic wrappings as he indulged in fat-cakes, practically shoving them whole into his mouth, one after the next. 

Logan nearly walked into a prenatal vitamin display. Given the current campaign, it made sense that they were set up adjacent to the maternity section of the store. 

He slowly approached. The way Colton was hunched over, scarfing the cakes down, was positively fiendish. There were already two empty boxes lying at his feet. Each box carried eight servings of the ultra-processed, grease-saturated dessert. 

“Colton?” he said with an amused sneer. 

Colton froze then slowly looked up at him. He bared his teeth like an animal, icing on his lips and cream smearing his cheeks. Suddenly Logan couldn’t decide whether to be amused or just turned on. 

“What do you want?” said Colton with the utmost contempt. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve. The whole thing was ridiculous. 

You, was the first thing that came to Logan’s mind, but thankfully, he managed not to vocalize it. 

Instead they were interrupted when two customers wandered their way. Colton’s eyes went wide, and he immediately tried to compose himself, kicking at the boxes and wrappings to shove them off. Not even a little discreet. 

The pair of customers stopped, blinking at Logan and Colton in concern. A man and a woman. The woman was pregnant and rosy, nearly at term and looking quite lovely. 

She was a sharp contrast to Colton’s ruffled, sweaty state, as he attempted to straighten himself while clutching his side, his face twisting from the strain. 

The couple stared at Colton’s orb. It almost looked as though it was inflating the more he straightened his back. 

Then Colton put on his best smile, which was also quite the deranged one. “Can I interest you in some Boddims snack products? We’re running a number of great promotions.” 

The so-far silent couple continued to ogle, looking somewhere between confused and alarmed. It was understandable. It wasn’t every day that you encountered a pregnant man, and a huge one at that. Tits and all.

Colton should have quit while he was ahead. “It’s a great source of calories. It can help increase the birth weight of your baby. It’s done wonders for me.” He patted his belly for emphasis, but he looked miserable, his smile self-deprecating. 

The couple stared a moment longer, before the female stretched her face into an awkward grin. 

Saying nothing, they shuffled along to another aisle, leaving Colton and Logan in awkward silence. Colton dropped his shoulders and sighed. This was so truly below both of them. 

Suddenly Colton threw a glare at Logan. “What the hell have you put in me, an elephant?” he snapped. “This kid is enormous.” 

Logan’s eyebrows rose. “You haven’t been to see a doctor?” he asked in intrigue. 

“With what time?” Colton retorted. “I bet you’d love to see me running around, knitting socks and making appointments, just so you could steal credit for all the work I’ve been doing. I told you Lolo, you’re not pushing me out.” 

Logan’s lip curled. Colton really had no idea. Logan found it bizarre that the man didn’t even suspect multiples. “You really should get a checkup,” was all he said. Denial didn’t suit him. 

“You should die in a fire,” Colton countered. 

Logan clutched his chest in a mock show of hurt. 

This was sure to be quite the ride. 

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Logan’s assistant was nearing her due date. Sweet and likable as Elizabeth was, everyone was eager to coddle her. 

In contrast, Colton was not the recipient of such affection. He was a freak and an oddity. Customarily, he would have played along with gushing about how lovely Elizabeth was. Of course, that no longer was very suiting, given that they were both in the same condition. In the end, he and Elizabeth only exchanged thin smiles and awkwardness. And when they were in the same offices, the oddness of the situation was emphasized. 

Because Elizabeth had been showing before Colton had even gotten pregnant. Yet somehow, in just a few months, Colton’s body had managed to far outgrow hers. 

“Wow, we look like twins,” Elizabeth joked lightly as she shuffled some of the papers clutched in her arms. 

Colton gave a tight smile. “Yeah…” he said with equal discomfort. “When are you due again?” 

“Any day now,” she said softly. 

It was ridiculous. Elizabeth was at term and Colton was far behind her. And yet Colton was so much larger, his swollen belly eclipsing the woman’s. 

Colton pressed his lips but tried not to dwell on it. Just another reminder that he was fucking massive. “That’s great,” he had said tersely, as he flipped through another folder. He found the paperwork he had been looking for, then nodded to Elizabeth, and waddled off. 

Colton was really feeling his condition lately. Especially since all his growth at the damn company retreat. He was round and waddling, looking as though it was past time for him to have this baby already. But that wasn’t the case. He had months yet. All the same, he had to carry it. 

Colton could hear the mutterings around the office. People musing about his freakishness. Wondering how long until he “popped.” Deeming that paternity leave would also be his firing. Waiting like sharks for him to bow out so they could feast. 

Colton was breathing heavily as he approached his office. That day he was wearing a white blouse and pants, both of which were plain enough that they could pass as men’s attire. He had purchased his latest wardrobe through a specialty maternity store that had unique sizes — advanced ones. It had been pricy, but his only option for clothes. 

It was a good thing he was a big shot executive at a Fortune 500. Colton grimaced as he was yet again reminded of the tenuous nature of his employment. 

When he opened his office door and struggled inside, he was surprised to see someone standing by his desk, awaiting his entry. “What are you doing here?” 

Chris grinned as cheekily as ever. “Sorry Colt. Kinda needed to see you today. And you weren’t taking any calls, so —” 

“What is it?” Colton interrupted as he closed the door behind him. He breathed evenly as he slid his hands to the underside of his belly, as though this could relieve any of its heavy weight on his hips. “Keeping tabs?” he added bitingly. 

“Oh, we’ve been doing that,” Chris responded blithely. He leaned his ass back on the edge of Colton’s desk. 

Colton couldn’t help noticing how big Chris’s breasts were getting. They were fat and round where they wobbled on Chris’s chest. They were impractically huge, straining the shirt Chris had on, looking ready to tear right through the material. They had to be the size of damn volleyballs, his nipples thick, swollen, and protruding blatantly. Even as Chris sat there so smugly, Colton could see the way the man was flushed and panting, sometimes wiping some sweat off his temple. And the way he constantly fidgeted, sometimes wiggling his hips to sort of grind against the desk—the man had been transformed into a fucking milk cow. And to think, he would probably grow even more. He would be pushed to the limits of what he was able to produce. Maybe even beyond. 

“You like?” said Chris breathily. 

Colton snapped out of his reverie, belatedly raising his gaze to Chris’s face. He gave the other man a questioning look. 

“Yeah, they got me pumping every hour,” said Chris as he idly scratched the side of his left tit. “Even if I can’t produce, it still stimulates more milk production. It’s been getting pretty intense.” He leaned his hands back on the desk, stretching and arching his back. Colton stared at the way this movement strained the T-shirt Chris had somehow crammed those pillows into. The outline of his nipples was simply absurd. They would look like damn teats if they distended an inch farther. 

“God, it’s hot,” said Chris as he straightened. Colton did not know what meaning for “hot” the man was using until Chris tugged at his shirt collar. “It’s like I can’t relax. Just this constant throbbing heat, these udders filling and straining. Had I known what a fucking distraction it would be, I never would’ve signed up.” 

“Yeah right,” Colton muttered under his breath. 

“Well it is good money,” Chris noted, popping his fist under his chin thoughtfully. “Like, real good.” 

“What do you want?” Colton asked for the third time as he waddled over to his filing cabinet, looking around for some more files. He had to host a meeting and he wasn’t prepared at all. He blamed his passenger and its relentless demands for pee and snack breaks. He swore, it managed to shave hours off his workday. 

“Got you something,” Chris intoned, and from somewhere behind his back he withdrew a thermos, presumably full of some unknown beverage. 

“You’ve got to be kidding,” said Colton, freezing in his tracks. “Not this shit again. I can’t. I have a meeting.” 

“Oh I know. This’ll spice things up,” responded Chris with a grin. 

“This is so fucking ridiculous.” 

“It’s coming straight from the boss.” 

Colton glared at him. Yet again he was left to wonder whether this was truly Mr. Oharo’s directive or just some bullshit. “Why do you insist on torturing me?” 

“You knew what you were getting into, big man. Now shut up and drink up.” 

“What is it?” Reluctantly, Colton stepped forward, approaching the desk, and Chris. 

“That would ruin the surprise.” 

Colton presumed that it was just another one of those fucking fat-shakes, full of butter, sugar, and lard. Just the thought made him want to gag. But he knew he could get through it. Based on the cup size, it wasn’t a huge portion. So Colton reached out, taking the thermos. “I can’t wait to be done with this pregnancy.” 

Chris just smirked at him. 

Colton downed the beverage. The moment it hit his tongue, he realized that it wasn’t what he had expected. 

It in fact was not one of the big, gelatinous lard shakes that he had become familiar with during Tim’s tenure at the café. 

It was a thin, cool liquid. Sort of a relief. His belly had tensed up, expecting something heavy. So when that wasn’t what it received, he almost felt at a loss. 

“That’s it?” said Colton after he had finished the beverage. It had just been a thin milk with an aftertaste he couldn’t place. “Eugh, don’t tell me that was yours.” He jerked his chin towards Chris’s monstrous jugs. God, some people were fucking demented, Chris being one of them. 

Chris lightly shook his head as he stood, giving Colton a slow onceover. “Enjoy the meeting,” he chimed before he walked off, tits bobbing. 

Colton sneered and closed the door behind him.  

He hated meetings, but he seemed to have more on his calendar than ever before lately. He saw his increasing responsibilities as punishment for his condition. But he took it in stride. He wouldn’t let it antagonize.

So he continued to meticulously collect the documentation he would need, irritated with how slow and inflexible his body had become so recently. It was just maddening. 

He felt a flush of heat. He paused and inhaled deeply. 

Maybe he needed to slow down. 

With his paperwork gathered in his arms, Colton slowly made his way to his desk, where he eased himself down in his seat. His huge belly settled against his lap, his plump breasts shelved atop it. 

He breathed, taking in long, deep breaths, his abdomen rising with every inhalation. A glance at his watch told him that he only had twenty minutes until the meeting start time. 

Resignedly, he lifted one of the top papers, scanning it with his eyes. Familiarizing himself with the details. 

When he was back to full strength and mobility, maybe he could make them pay somehow. Logan, Roger, maybe even Oharo and everyone else who had exploited him. They had set him up to be broken down. 

Colton knew that even if he wasn’t pregnant, he wouldn’t have power over anyone. Still, it was a nice world to imagine. 

He wearily flipped another page, wondering how he would summon the energy to speak for an hour. He felt terribly hot, more beads of sweat forming against his brow and cleavage. 

Another glance at his watch told him that he was down to fifteen minutes. He would need to be heading out soon.

And so, regretfully, Colton braced his hands against his desk then heaved himself up with a roar of effort.

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