Shark, Part 26 - 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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Kat was getting used to all the staring.

The most baffled looks came from the executives who had not seen her since her return from the retreat.

Others appeared to find her condition distasteful. Only a small minority of people seemed to listen to what she was saying.

“And those are the projections for June, once we implement the new payment protocols,” Kat breathlessly said as she motioned to the whiteboard. She was breathing heavily as she clutched her orb and awkwardly turned to face the meeting table.

A dozen other executives were blinking back at her, their faces mostly vacant. It didn’t seem that they realized the presentation was over.

“Any questions?” Kat said, though she hoped there weren’t. She grit her teeth as she tried to keep the volume of her panting to a minimum.

The room was silent, everyone looking rather numb, or as though they weren’t sure what they had just witnessed.

This was good news for Kat. She fully intended to just grab her things and abscond to her office. But just as she was reaching for her briefcase, someone raised his hand.

“Where does the maintenance budget factor in?” asked a man named Palmer. “I like the recommendations for new equipment, but are we going to need to hire more people for the training and upkeep?”

Kat felt as though she was sitting in a sauna, the heat nearly dizzying as it encompassed her face, belly, and her chest. She tried to breathe through it. She deeply wanted to sit down, but she put on a pleasant smile, trying to look as calm and content as could be.

“You’ll find more information on the budget in the packets I handed out,” she said, indicating the papers set in front of each person at the large, rectangular table. “I’m afraid I don’t have time to review all the numbers today, but if you’d like to read through it, you’re welcome to email me with any questions.” Kat tugged at her collar. She was starting to feel suffocated.

It wasn’t just the heat, she realized. Her skin was tingling so relentlessly it felt as though a thousand spiders were crawling all over her breasts. Her nipples were tense and stinging. They felt as though they were distending. Kat tried her best to breathe evenly, hoping that no one else noticed how truly erect her nipples were getting.

She wasn’t quite sure what was going on. There was nothing here to arouse her. Well, aside from the relentless weight of her massive pregnancy sitting low on her pelvis, pushing on her groin. But that feeling was continuous, and it wasn’t the root of the current sensations assailing her. She could feel herself sweating, dampness collecting into beading moisture. Maybe she shouldn’t have been embarrassed about all this. She was pregnant. Quite heavily pregnant. Shouldn’t some awkwardness be expected?

“If there’s nothing else…” she panted, “…thank you all for your time.”

Her hands fumbled when she reached again for her things. She felt disoriented. She could just come back for it later.

And so, clutching only her massive belly, Kat drew a deep breath, and took a step toward the door.

But she froze.

“Oh…” Kat breathed.

Executives who had been gathering up their papers and preparing to take their leave stalled at seeing Kat’s inactivity.

“You okay, Stevens?” one of them asked.

Kat pressed her lips tightly shut, but a whimper still made its way up her throat. Her breasts just felt so strange at that moment. There was tingling, and heat, but also an increasing heaviness and a strange sense of being bloated. The pressure was increasing. Her cheeks reddened as she struggled to breathe. As her skin prickled, she finally realized what was happening.

She wanted to get out of there, but she didn’t think she could move. Her face contorted as her breasts throbbed, her hands sliding up from her belly to cup them.

Every pulsation was accompanied by an increase in pressure, Kat breathing heavily as she tried to endure it. She could also feel the girth of her breasts subtly increasing, as the mounds grew rounder and fuller, her nipples swelling even more.

“What’s wrong?” another executive asked, reminding her that she had an audience.

Her breasts were expanding. Kat could feel her bra cups pinching into her flesh as she steadily outgrew them. It took only seconds for the bra to become painfully restricting, a few seams snapping, as Kat’s blouse grew tight at the chest.

It wasn’t the same sort of pressure she had experienced during the growth spurts of her belly. This pressure was more liquid and uniform, pressing at all sides as she tried to endure the rapidly increasing engorgement.

Her breasts were growing, getting fuller and rounder as her nipples bulged yet more in preparation.

Executives who had stood up to take their leave abruptly sat back down, placing her hands on their laps. Everyone stared in dumb silence is Kat stood there, struggling.

The final fibers of her bra gave way, diamonds of flesh forming between her blouse buttons. Kat’s cheeks were red, her packed flesh feeling insanely sensitive. The mounds continued to throb and swell, her nipples aching for release as she inhaled slowly, hardly moving. One of the top buttons of her blouse snapped off, revealing a generous fold of sweaty cleavage.

Kat knew her breasts had been DDs at the start of the day but suspected they had jumped up at least two cup sizes in just the past few moments. They sat high in her chest, shelved by her massive belly. They were too sensitive for her to even cradle with her hands anymore. She shifted and arched her back a little, groaning. She wished she was alone. Wished the others would leave. She felt nearly delirious from the combined pressure, heat, discomfort, and arousal.

Another button snapped, yet more cleavage pushing forward. By impulse, her hands moved toward her nipples but then froze short of making contact.

The pressure continued to increase. Her face reddened worse, her body pouring sweat as she grunted, and her body pushed her past the brink of control.

Kat yelped as a flood of warm fluid spilled into her top. The material thinned as it dampened, seeming to pull closer against her as it outlined every detail of her swollen chest, until she might as well have been wearing nothing at all.

Fluid continued to gush and saturate her clothing. She couldn’t believe the volume. This felt like…this was coming out of her. She was full of milk. Lactating.

She rapidly soaked through her top until milk was dripping onto the floor, forming a puddle beneath her feet as she stood there, flushed and struggling to breathe.

“S-sorry,” she stammered, the unexpectedly arousing sensation of release in sharp conflict with her mortification.

Seated around the table, several businessmen gawked at her, stunned silent and open-mouthed.

Her breasts felt as though they were pulsing. Her nipples were drastically, almost painfully, erect. She couldn’t stop releasing milk. This was all so new to her, so jarring.

Toward the far end of the table, Rodriguez seemed to snap out of his reverie. He got up and hurried to the door, opening it and sticking his head out. “Someone get Ruth in here!”

In only seconds, one of the female assistants arrived, and after a startled moment, she hurried over to Kat and helped to usher her out of the room, then to the nearest lavatory.

Kat soon found herself alone inside a wide handicap stall (they hadn’t even attempted the regular stalls), seated on a toilet, staring forward as she breathed, even shivering a little. She was soaked in cooling milk, as warm fluid continued to methodically flow out of her nipples. It must have been going on for fifteen minutes by now. Kat had no idea how she was able to produce so much of it.

She felt rather dazed, unable to focus on any one thing. Her mind spun as her hands absently slid up to cup her breasts gently.

Someone rapped on the stall door. “We were able to grab this from the shopping center on the corner,” Ruth said gently.

Kat looked at the stall. She could see that the latch wasn’t engaged. It was open. “What?” she said weakly.

The door creaked as it was pushed open. Ruth squeezed herself in, smiling awkwardly. Kat couldn’t help noting how kind the woman was being to her. Ruth wasn’t even her assistant, she was Rodriguez’s.

Ruth pulled a box out of the shopping bag she was carrying. The image displayed there was—

Oh.

Breast pumps. It made sense. Kat’s numb mind tried to start working again.

“Preloaded with batteries,” Ruth was explaining as she tore the plastic off the box and opened it, pulling out one of the devices. “The instructions are really easy. I actually used this brand when I had my son — well anyway, you just have to get firm contact, and you flip the switch.”

Kat nodded dumbly, and allowed Ruth to hand her the device.

“I’ll be right outside if you need any help.” Ruth gave another smile then slipped out of the stall.

Kat gazed forward at nothing, still rather stunned. She wondered if this had gotten back to Roger yet. What did this mean for her career? She had seen the looks of disgust the other executives had been sending her.

Despite the static, she tried to get her body to function.

And so, with a deep breath, she started to unbutton the remains of her shirt.

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There was no manual on having a pair of fat, lactating breasts.

Kat supposed there was plenty of information online, but she personally preferred not to peruse it.

She got the gist of things. The more her nipples were stimulated, the more her body would try to cater to a need, presumably that of a hungry baby. And so, the more milk she produced, and the bigger her breasts would grow.

If she was able to avoid unnecessary nipple stimulation, her breasts would not keep producing greater quantities of milk, and her breast-size would stabilize. Maybe even decrease.

All of this made Kat uncertain about the electronic device she had been given and whether she even had any use for it.

She had tried the pumps briefly at work in the bathroom stall, just to handle the surplus and stop making a mess. The sensation had been conflicting, to say the least. It felt warm and comfortable, and even a bit pleasurable as she sat there, breathing heavily, clutching her huge belly as her breasts throbbed in rhythm with the pulsing draws of the machine.

But that was stimulation. It had felt good, but it was…counterproductive, wasn’t it?

Kat couldn’t stand that she was in an even greater mess than before. If she wanted to alleviate the leaking, she had to pump. Yet if she pumped, her breasts would rebound with even greater quantities of milk. It was a disasterous cycle.

“Fucking Mia,” Kat muttered under her breath.

At present, Kat was in the café office, which she hardly fit in anymore. She was starting to realize that the world wasn’t made to accommodate women like her. She remembered the way she had watched Sarah try to navigate her massive belly around corners and furnishings, bumping into things. It had been absolutely absurd – even comical.

But now Kat was facing the same struggles. Was she truly becoming like Sarah?

She cringed at the thought and tried to dispel it from her mind.

She felt wedged there, her huge belly perched against her lap while pressing against the edge of the desk, separating her from it so much that she could hardly reach it. It was becoming impractical to be productive in her condition. Kat spent most of her time struggling and fidgeting, trying to get the world to accommodate her expansive body.

Her breasts had surged up to the size of cantaloupes since the meeting yesterday, sitting high on her chest, pressed together to create a deep fold of cleavage. Kat was keeping a watchful eye on them, almost afraid to move lest she start leaking again. Whatever Mia had given her had been extremely potent. Kat still couldn’t believe how she was being transformed at the leisure of others. For whatever sick pleasures it offered.

She was continually uncomfortable, the arms of her chair digging into her body, making her realize that the width of her belly had outgrown the rest of her. It was outrageous!

Her belly gurgled and lurched, causing her to clutch it, her face scrunching. She sat there anxiously, awaiting word on Oharo’s arrival. The magnate was traveling there all the way from Asia. He was checking in on the budding franchise, clearing them for expansion. And expand they would.

“Ngghhh…” Kat groaned as her belly trembled. She rubbed it desperately. Lots of activity. She blamed her nerves. But she would handle Oharo (not the other way around). And she would guide him through his brief visit.

She was an adult. She had rights, autonomy, and best of all — agency. This was her turf, and she was in control. There was nothing to worry about.

She would handle Oharo.

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