Shark, Part 25 - 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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He found Kat tucked away in an aisle, tearing furiously through plastic wrappings as she indulged in fat-cakes, practically shoving them whole into her 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 Kat was hunched over, scarfing the cakes down, was positively fiendish. There were already two empty boxes lying at her feet. Each box carried eight servings of the ultra processed, grease-saturated dessert.

“Kat?” he said with an amused sneer.

Kat froze then slowly looked up at him. She bared her teeth like an animal, icing on her lips and cream smeared against her cheeks. Suddenly Logan couldn’t decide whether to be amused or just turned on.

“What do you want?” said Kat with the utmost contempt. She wiped her mouth on her 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. Kat’s eyes went wide, and she immediately tried to compose herself, kicking at the boxes and wrappings to shove them off. Not even a little discreet.

The pair of customers stopped, blinking at Logan and Kat 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 Kat’s ruffled, sweaty state, as Kat attempted to straighten herself while clutching her side, her face twisting from the strain.

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

Then Kat put on her 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 someone who looked so pregnant that it was equally as likely that the belly was a prosthetic.

Kat should have quit while she 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.” She patted her belly for emphasis, but she looked miserable, her 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 Kat and Logan in awkward silence. Kat dropped her shoulders and sighed. This was so truly below both of them.

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

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

“With what time?” Kat 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. She really had no idea. He found it bizarre that the woman didn’t even suspect multiples. “You really should get a checkup,” was all he said. Denial didn’t suit her.

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

He 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, Kat was not the recipient of such affection, given her stony demeanor. She would have usually played along, gushing about how “precious” Elizabeth was. Of course, that no longer was suiting, given that they were both in the same condition. In the end, she 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 Kat had even gotten pregnant. Yet somehow, in just a few months, Kat’s body had managed to far outgrow hers.

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

Kat side-eyed her. “Yeah…” She said with equal discomfort. “When are you due again?”

“Any day now.” Elizabeth gave a soft smile.

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

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

Kat was really feeling her condition lately. Especially since all her growth at the damn company retreat. She was round and waddling, looking as though it was past time for her to have this baby already. But that wasn’t the case. She had months yet.

Kat could hear the mutterings around the office. People wondering how long until she “popped.” Wondering whether maternity leave would also be her firing. Waiting like sharks for her to bow out so they could feast.

Kat was breathing heavily as she approached her office. That day she was wearing a blouse and a pencil skirt, both of which she’d had to purchase through a specialty maternity store that had unique sizes — advanced ones. It had been pricy, but her only option for clothes.

It was a good thing she was a big shot executive at a Fortune 500. Kat grimaced as she was yet again reminded of the tenuous nature of her employment.

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

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

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

“Oh, we’ve been doing that,” Mia responded blithely. She leaned her ass back on the edge of Kat’s desk.

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

“You like?” said Mia breathily.

Kat snapped out of her reverie, belatedly raising her gaze to Mia’s face. She gave the tomboy a questioning look.

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

“God, it’s hot,” said Mia as she straightened. Kat did not know what meaning for “hot” the woman was using until Mia tugged at her 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,” Kat muttered under her breath.

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

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

“Got you something,” Mia intoned, and from somewhere behind her back she withdrew a thermos, presumably full of some unknown beverage.

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

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

“This is so fucking ridiculous.”

“It’s coming straight from the big guy.”

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

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

“What is it?” Reluctantly, Kat stepped forward, approaching the desk, and Mia.

“That would ruin the surprise.”

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

Mia just smiled sweetly.

Kat downed the beverage. The moment it hit her tongue, she realized that it wasn’t what she had expected.

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

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

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

Mia lightly shook her head as she stood, giving Kat a slow onceover. “Enjoy the meeting,” she chimed before she strolled off, tits bobbing.

Kat sneered and closed the door behind her.

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

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

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

Maybe she needed to slow down.

With her paperwork gathered in her arms, Kat slowly made her way to her desk, where she eased herself down in her seat. Her huge belly settled against her lap, her plump breasts shelved atop it.

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

Resignedly, she lifted one of the top papers, scanning it with her eyes. Familiarizing herself with the details.

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

Kat knew that even if she wasn’t pregnant, she would not have power over anyone. Still, it was a nice world to imagine.

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

Another glance at her watch told her that she was down to fifteen minutes. She would need to be heading out soon.

And so, regretfully, Kat braced her hands against her desk then heaved herself up with a roar of effort.

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