Shark, Part 23 - 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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They hadn’t been to the café for a few weeks, but it was time for a check-in.

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

Toni was slumped in a seat, writhing and groaning. Her face was pink and sweaty, her breathing rapid, which caused her chest to heave and emphasize the fat melons she had stretching out the very low-cut dress she had on. Her tits were practically spilling free.

But the most notable thing about Toni was her huge belly. Kat was silently astonished that the woman hadn’t given birth yet. By then, she must have been over a month overdue.

Toni looked huge. She looked like she could have been past term with twins, her belly huge and round where it protruded from her form. It was just massive, truly stretching out the dress she was wearing. She groaned as it tremored visibly. She was squeezing the arm of the chair, trying to bear the strain.

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

“Mr. Graham,” Toni 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.

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

Now that Toni was standing, Kat was stunned to realize that the other woman was somewhat smaller than she was, despite Toni being so uncomfortably overdue. Kat unconsciously cupped her own belly and gulped.

Logan hesitated. “Er…” But slowly he approached Toni, wrapping the measuring tape around the greatest width of her belly. The woman had filled out in more than just her abdomen. Her backside was plump and full, her thighs thick and squishing together in the mini dress she was wearing. Her face was round, her hips, wide, and her body as a whole had softened yet gotten curvier. She seemed the epitome of feminine fertility.

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!” Toni puffed out in relief. Kat watched in morbid fascination as damp spots started to form on her dress, against each breast. Her thighs were quavering. It seemed that she was doing everything she could to hold her overgrown baby inside of her.

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

“Alright!” Lucy cheered for her friend.

Toni’s eyelids fluttered, her face contorting.

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

“Oh my gosh!” Lucy cried.

“Someone call a medic!” Logan shouted as Toni wailed, her belly quaking.

Kat stood there frozen in shock. She was never going to get used to this place. After a moment she shook herself out of her reverie, looking around at the people hurrying about. Mia was on the phone yammering something, and Toni had spread herself wide, her head thrown back as she wailed.

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

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

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

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

Kat lifted the sheets of paper one by one, her 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 woman’s growth rate, and suggestions on motivating their food consumption, or introducing more calories into their diets.

Kat was appalled to find a report on herself. She stared in horror at a recent drawn image of her. Trajectory of Growth:, read the document, before cutting off.

With a clammy hand, Kat turned the page.

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

Kat quickly dropped the pages, the offensive sketch disappearing. She shoved the papers back into the drawer, her mind reeling. “What the fuck.”

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

Kat startled when Mia suddenly stepped directly into her field of vision, blocking out the display.

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

Smoothing her hands over herself, Kat nodded. “Right.”

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

Kat frowned. She thought her maternity dress pants and blouse were perfectly acceptable. But she got Mia’s point (irritatingly enough). “Fine,” she said with a grimace.

In only minutes, Kat was sent off to see the seamstress (Amy again), where she was dressed in an absurd little romper.

Before Kat could leave, Amy stopped her.

“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 Kat knew better.

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

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

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

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

Amy just beamed at her.

“We have three minutes!” said Mia as she poked her head into the room. “Come on, let’s go.” She ushered Kat along.

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

“Everyone ready?” Mia asked perkily as she straightened, her breasts wobbling.

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

“Ready,” Logan confirmed.

Kat threw a habitual sneer in his direction. She leaned her butt on the edge of the table while Mia 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 ring tone. 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, Kat could tell that it was nighttime where he was.

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

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

Kat shuffled a little closer to the center so that she could meet Mr. Oharo’s eyes. She bowed her 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: Mia, Logan, and Kat, assembled in that room, facing him. But the feed suddenly zoomed, now zeroing in on Kat’s belly. Kat blinked in confusion, unsure of what had happened. She looked around to finally notice that Mia had a remote in her hand. She was controlling the camera.

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

Kat’s cheeks flushed. “Yes, er, things have certainly been...progressing.”

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 Kat would be a better person to review it,” said Mia, grinning inanely. She shoved a binder full of papers at the woman in question.

Kat clumsily accepted the binder. “Sure,” she managed. She was no stranger to presenting graphs and charts. This would be a cakewalk for her.

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

Nevertheless she 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…” She got lost in the familiarity of reporting.

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

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

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

Mia sprung up with a jiggle, pulling a tangled length of measuring tape out of her waist bag. To Kat’s bafflement, Mia then bounded over to her, wrapping the measuring tape around Kat’s waist. “Excellent, sir. I think she’s on track to beat Kim. Maybe even Sarah. It’s a critical stage, so we’re trying to stay on top of things."

Kat was stunned.

“Very impressive,” Mr. Oharo said.

“She’s quite compliant,” said Mia pleasantly.

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

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