Shark, Part 23 - Male Version

$4/Base Directory
$7/Bronze Directory
$12/Silver Directory

Story Schedule

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.

Previous Chapter

-

They hadn’t been to the café for a few weeks, but it was time for a check-in.

The first thing Colton noticed when he and Logan walked in that morning was several café workers and some customers gathered around a table. He and Logan approached, joining the group of people.

Andy was slumped in a seat, writhing and groaning. His face was pink and sweaty, his breathing rapid, which caused his chest to heave and emphasize the fat melons he had stretching out his shirt.

But the most notable thing about Andy was his huge belly. Colton was silently astonished that the man hadn’t given birth yet. By then, he must have been over a month overdue.

Andy looked huge. He looked like he could have been past term with twins, his belly huge and round where it protruded from his form. It was just massive, truly stretching out the t-shirt he was wearing, several inches of the mound sticking out beneath. He groaned as it tremored visibly. He was squeezing the arm of the chair, trying to bear the strain.

As Andy sat there, he seemed unfocused, hardly paying mind to the people watching him as though he was some spectacle. But then he spotted Logan, and recognition sparked in his eyes.

“Mr. Graham,” Andy choked out. “D-Do I qualify for the bonus? I’ve h-held out as long as I could. I must qualify n-now, right?”

Logan looked stumped.

Ryan hurried off, returning shortly with a measuring tape, which he handed Logan. Some of the other servers helped Andy to a standing position, but he continued to grip onto their arms for support.

Now that Andy was standing, Colton was stunned to realize that the other man was somewhat smaller than he was, despite Andy being so uncomfortably overdue. Colton unconsciously cupped his own belly and gulped.

Logan hesitated. “Er…” But slowly he approached Andy, wrapping the measuring tape around the greatest width of Andy’s belly. The server had filled out in more than just his abdomen. His backside was plump and full, his face round, and his body as a whole had softened and gotten feminine.

Logan’s fingers seemed to tremble slightly as he tried, and failed, to get the ends of the measuring tape to meet. “So,” he said awkwardly. “You’ve got the bonus.”

“Oh,” Andy puffed out in relief. Colton watched in morbid fascination as damp spots started to form on his shirt, against each breast. His thighs were quavering. It seemed that he was doing everything he could to hold his overgrown baby inside of him.

“Yeah,” said Logan, awkwardly stepping back, his eyes glued to Andy’s orb.

“Nice!” Ryan cheered for his friend.

Andy’s eyelids fluttered, his face contorting in strain.

There was a splash of fluid, a puddle forming beneath him as he groaned, hunching somewhat as he gripped onto Logan’s arm.

“Oh shit!” said Ryan.

“Someone call a medic!” Logan shouted as Andy screamed, his belly quaking.

Colton stood there frozen in shock. He was never going to get used to this place. After a moment he shook himself out of his reverie, looking around at the people hurrying about. Chris was on the phone yammering something, and Andy had spread himself wide, his head thrown back as he whined.

Entirely disturbed by the scene, Colton moved towards the back rooms, clutching his decaf coffee. He waddled straight for the office, trying to dispel any thoughts of Andy from his mind. We’re going to need to hire a new server, Colton uneasily realized.

He settled his heavy body down behind the desk and took a long, grateful slurp of his coffee, before setting the cup down and drawing in a deep breath of air.

He knew that the minutia of paperwork would calm him. Colton looked at the pile of papers at the corner of the desk that Chris had left there for him and Logan to look over. He pulled it closer, quickly scanning the top documents with his eyes. He grabbed a pen, scratching something out. Scribbling something else. He zoned out, enjoying his short reprieve from having to think about male pregnancy.

Within a half-hour, his pen ran out of ink. Colton rummaged in some of the drawers, finding that the bottom one was cluttered with papers. He pulled them out, flipping through some, before something he spotted in the stack made him freeze. Blanching, he set the papers down on the desk.

Colton lifted the sheets of paper one by one, his eyes glued to the words, numbers, and figures.

They were reports about the café staff members. There were diagrams, pictures, and even measurements. There were projections on each man’s growth rate, and suggestions on motivating their food consumption, or introducing more calories into their diets.

Colton was appalled to find a report on himself. He stared in horror at a recent drawn image of him. Trajectory of Growth:, read the document, before cutting off.

With a clammy hand, Colton turned the page.

The sketch that he found there was as outrageous as it was absurd. Somehow his face was attached to a warped body of nonsensical proportions, each breast bigger than his head, and a belly that would have been the size of a beach ball, were it real.

Colton quickly dropped the pages, the offensive sketch disappearing. He shoved the papers back into the drawer, his mind reeling. “What the fuck.”

-

After Colton had gulped down the rest of his decaf and gotten the hell out of the office, he attempted to check the register logs but found his gaze consistently drifting to the pastry display. The offerings looked delicious and he was practically salivating at the thought of sinking his teeth into one of the cream-filled pastries. He tried to resist, his insides gurgling as he recalled the huge pancake breakfast he had consumed not two hours ago. It had been at least a dozen fluffy, syrup-drenched pancakes.

Colton startled when Chris suddenly stepped directly into his field of vision, blocking out the display.

“Mr. Oharo wants us all on a video call in ten.”

Smoothing his hands over himself, Colton nodded. “Right.”

Chris gave him a onceover. “I think you’re going to want to change. You don’t want the boss to see you like that.”

Colton frowned. He thought his oversized button-down shirt and maternity trousers were perfectly acceptable. But he got Chris’s point (irritatingly enough). “Fine,” he said with a grimace.

In only minutes, Colton was sent off to see the tailor (Amy again), where he was dressed in an absurd jumpsuit.

Before Colton could leave, Amy stopped him.

“You have to drink this before you go to see Mr. Oharo,” Amy instructed, holding up a large beverage that was at least a liter and had a straw poking out. It resembled a milkshake, but Colton knew better.

Colton frowned uneasily down at the liquid. He considered refusing it, but then wondered if Mr. Oharo had really instructed that he drink it. It was entirely possible that this was just how Amy got her kicks. But if Colton did refuse it, would that put him in hot water during the meeting, which was only minutes away? It would be a risk, for sure. After a brief internal struggle, Colton took the drink, glaring at Amy as he did.

The straw was extra-wide; basically a boba-tea straw. It was likely the only thing that could accommodate the sludge.

After Colton took his first sip, he nearly started gagging. Obviously this was another one of those ultra-sweet lard-and-dairy concoctions that Tim had been forcing on Colton and the other workers at every opportunity. Abruptly reminded of why he only visited the café when he absolutely had to, Colton continued to suck away, rapidly gulping the drink down his throat and into his stomach.

He felt sick by the end of it, his insides gurgling. He was nauseous but managed not to hurl.

Amy just beamed at him.

“We have three minutes!” said Chris as he poked his head into the room. “Come on, let’s go.” He ushered Colton along.

As Colton arrived at the meeting room for the video call, he couldn’t help noticing the growth of Chris’s breasts for the first time. Holy shit, Colton thought as he watched Chris’s honeydew-sized tits gently bob with his movements as he made some final adjustments to the camera.

“Everyone ready?” Chris asked perkily as he straightened, his breasts wobbling.

Colton gave a grimace of a smile, trying to breathe through his discomfort. He thought it was improving, at least, his insides lurching as though acclimating to the abrupt onslaught of calories.

“Ready,” Logan confirmed.

Colton threw a habitual sneer in his direction. He leaned his butt on the edge of the table while Chris took a seat in a chair and Logan remained standing, his arms crossed as he looked directly at the 40-inch monitor facing them.

There were a few extended buzzing noises, which indicated the ringtone. Finally the screen warped, and then Mr. Oharo’s face appeared. He looked a bit weary, his environment muted tones. Through the window behind his desk, Colton could tell that it was nighttime where he was.

As Mr. Oharo’s eyes registered each of them, his face brightened. “Colton! It’s been too long!”

Logan’s jaw clenched visibly, and Colton indulged a secret satisfaction that Mr. Oharo had acknowledged him first.

Colton shifted a little closer to the center so that he could meet Mr. Oharo’s eyes. He bowed his head slightly. “It’s great seeing you, sir.”

There was a small box in the top right corner of the monitor that displayed Mr. Oharo’s perspective: Chris, Logan, and Colton, assembled in that room, facing him. But the feed suddenly zoomed, now zeroing in on Colton’s belly. Colton blinked in confusion, unsure of what had happened. He looked around to finally notice that Chris had a remote in his hand. He was controlling the camera.

“Look how much you have grown,” Oharo remarked, looking impressed.

Colton’s cheeks flushed. “Yes, er, things have certainly been developing.”

Mr. Oharo just smiled. The camera unzoomed, again displaying the whole room. Oharo finally shifted his attention to the other executive present. “Logan,” he greeted.

Logan bowed. “Sir, it is always a—”

“Mia, how are the numbers since your last report?” Oharo cut Logan off. He lifted a large tea cup and sipped from it.

“I think they’ve improved, but I’m still new at this stuff. I think Colton would be a better person to review it,” said Chris, grinning inanely. He shoved a binder full of papers at the man in question.

Colton clumsily accepted the binder. “Sure,” he managed. He was no stranger to presenting graphs and charts. This would be a cakewalk for him.

Still, there was something about Mr. Oharo’s intent look that always unnerved him a little.

Nevertheless, he proceeded. “As you can see, profits are up 30% since last month, and still rising. In fact, we have been on an upward trend since…” He got lost in the familiarity of reporting.

Colton paused midsentence when his belly tremored, gurgling audibly. He reddened, his face twisting slightly. “Sorry about that. As I was saying, by June, we should expect…ohhhh…” His stomach gurgled again, now with a stronger quake than before. He rubbed it with his free hand, breathing heavily as beads of sweat formed on his temples. Not again. Not now. “Goddd…nghhhh…” It tensed and tightened, as it shook, inching forward in the jumpsuit he was wearing. The binder dropped to the floor. “S-sorry,” Colton stammered, struggling and fidgeting, his abdomen only getting more pressurized. “The baby…mmghhhh…” It shoved out another two inches, his outfit strained to capacity as diamonds of flesh formed between his buttons.

This whole thing was insane! Despite it, Colton was mortified. The room went silent as he gasped for breath, leaning heavily on the edge of the table, clutching his overinflated midsection. He was absolutely massive! He hugged the swell, whimpering, wishing he could somehow just push it back in.

“Well then,” Mr. Oharo broke the long silence, his expression subtly pleased. He turned his attention to Chris. “Tell me more about how things are going with Colton?”

Chris sprung up with a jiggle, pulling a tangled length of measuring tape out of his waist bag. To Colton’s bafflement, Chris then bounded over to him, wrapping the measuring tape around Colton’s waist. “Excellent, sir. I think he’s on track to beat Cam. Maybe even Tim. It’s a critical stage, so we’re trying to stay on top of things.

Colton was stunned.

“Very impressive,” Mr. Oharo said.

“He’s quite compliant,” said Chris pleasantly.

Colton was being fattened like a pig, and there was nothing he could do about it. He looked overdue with triplets, his outfit close to splitting. He was flushed and swollen, his belly rising and falling with his heavy breathing. And yet this was his life now. He stared off in a daze.

Next Chapter