Shark, Part 15 - Female Version

$5/Bronze Directory
$10/Silver Directory
$20/Gold Directory

Story Schedule

Summary: In his career, Logan likes to fuck his competition. Literally. He gets them pregnant and they get out of his way. Contains: Female: pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, lactation, multiples, weight gain, stuffing.

Previous Chapter

-

Rush-hour traffic was brutal that evening. Logan’s car had hardly moved at all in the past hour. He knew there was an accident up ahead, and things weren’t going to improve anytime soon. Rather than sitting there staring at the cars ahead of him in frustration any longer, he turned onto an exit, getting off the highway and ending up right back in the city, where he had started.

Logan had felt unfocused since he had dropped Sarah off at the hotel earlier in the evening, coming to terms with the likelihood that this was the last time he would ever see her, and in her current state: so wonderfully, ludicrously, ripe.

Logan drove aimlessly around the city for a while, circling the corporate offices several times. Eventually he found himself pulling up to Sarah’s hotel again. He wasn’t sure what he was doing. The valet opened the door for him.

“Good evening sir,” the valet said, waiting expectantly.

Logan was prompted into action. He found himself getting up, handing over his keys. “I’ll just be a few hours. Grabbing a drink.” Logan went inside and made his way to the hotel bar, which was cozy and dim. There were only two other people inside, dressed in business attire just like Logan was. One was sipping his drink while looking off through a window. The other was scanning her phone with her eyes.

Logan took a seat at the bar, ordering himself a scotch. When his mind wasn’t wandering, he went on his phone, going over emails and doing some light correspondence for work. He ordered a second drink, and then a double-shot, as minutes turned into hours.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose. What was he still doing here? It was 9 PM, and traffic surely would have improved by now. Yet rather than getting up to leave, Logan found himself opening the messaging app on his phone. He scrolled to Sarah’s name.

Hey, you still up? he asked her.

He waited a couple minutes, but there was no response. He couldn’t believe how idiotically he was behaving. “Can I close my tab?” Logan called to the bartender.

A concierge entered the bar from the hotel lobby. He looked around briefly, before spotting Logan and making his way over, then bending to Logan’s ear.

“Logan Graham?” the concierge asked.

“Yes,” Logan responded.

“Miss Sao requests that you meet her upstairs. Room 324.”

Logan’s eyebrows raised. He nodded, and the concierge left.

Logan finished the remainder of his drink and closed out his tab. He then stood, walked out of the bar, and went into the elevator where he selected the third floor.

Minutes later, he was approaching room 324, his mind continuing to cycle through possibilities as the effects of the alcohol left him feeling pleasantly untroubled. But surely this was work-related. He knew he shouldn't let his imagination get away with him.

The door to room 324 slowly opened before he even had the chance to knock. Suddenly, blinking up at him, stood Sarah, in a thin cotton nightgown that was stretched to transparency on her swollen body.

Logan found his eyes pinned to her belly; the way it heaved gently, seeming to strain her nightdress with every inhalation she took.

For a moment, the two just stared at each other.

“How nice of you to stop by,” Sarah murmured.

Logan lifted his gaze to her face. She looked pink, breathless, and somehow hungry.

He swallowed, and gave a nod, not trusting his voice at that moment.

“Come in,” is what Sarah said, but really, she took his tie and pulled him inside. As the door closed behind them, Logan found the two of them very close indeed. The heat and heaviness of her orb was pressing into his torso, and he could feel the fluttering movements that littered it in intervals, as well as the occasional shivers that overcame the mass as a whole.

Sarah was breathing deeply, as though trying to focus on Logan past the distraction of all the lives housed inside of her. She was a breeder. A baby machine. Logan’s hand reached out to cup the swell, thoughtlessly.

Sarah hummed, her eyelids fluttering as she pressed her massive belly harder against him.

“How many?” Logan asked, just out of curiosity. He dragged his tongue over his dry lips.

“No idea,” Sarah responded, her voice breathy as she looked up at him with her wide, innocent eyes. At work, it was easy to forget how young she was. “To be honest, I don’t even want to know,” she added with a nervous smile, her carefully cultivated poise discarded here, where it was just him and her.

Logan couldn’t take it. He couldn’t wait. He leaned down and kissed her unthinkingly, and was rewarded when she kissed him back. She kissed him roughly, as though she had been desperate and waiting, as the two stumbled towards the bed. He held her waist, uncertain of her balance with all that frontal weight.

She turned around to face the bed, one of her knees going up on the mattress, as Logan kissed down her neck and along her spine and Sarah trembled with each beat of contact. Logan inhaled her. His hands slid up and around, stroking and exploring her every inch of taut flesh that his fingers encountered. Soon he found her breasts, Sarah inhaling sharply. Logan was silently amazed by the plump fullness, and the heat coming off them. They felt heavy and fat – engorged, no doubt. “You grew a lot here,” he noted huskily, each of her breasts overflowing in his hands. He remembered back in Asia, when her chest had been all but flat. Of course, pregnancy was quite transformative. That, and the lactation supplements she had been slipping.

Sarah nodded jerkily, breathing heavily, belly rising and falling, rising and falling, and Logan couldn’t help reaching down to cup her swell again. Bigger than a beach ball, wider than the rest of her. How could one little nineteen-year-old be so damn full?

“Logan,” Sarah pleaded.

Logan was already slipping down her panties, enjoying the softness of her plump hips and ass.

She grunted as he spread her wider. He was so fucking hard, he felt like he could lose himself right then.

He didn’t know why they had been fighting it until now. Why had they waited when they could have been doing this all along? Logan continued to cradle Sarah’s belly, his free hand undoing his belt.

And then he gave in. He couldn’t care less of the consequences – physical, emotional, or professional. Because fucking Sarah was luxurious; it was like a dream. Sarah was some perverse deity whose sole purpose was to be fucked by him; some pregnant whore, practically pleading for more babies.

As though it was possible. Logan pretended that it was. He pretended that he was getting Sarah even more pregnant. He imagined her body just exploding with growth until she collapsed beneath it.

He was close, but he tried to hold on, through their rhythmic grunts, Sarah’s belly bobbing with every thrust. He pumped her hard; he wanted her to feel all of him, to feel him reverberating throughout her whole body. Sarah’s face was twisted, her breasts bouncing, her hands gripping her belly hard as though to contain the pressure of her fucking litter. Her cheeks were red, eyes squeezed shut. She begged him to fuck her; fuck her harder. Logan knew he should be gentler, but he couldn’t, not with her.

He exploded inside her, Sarah groaning and arching as her thighs quavered, her fluids sopping down his length. She threw her head back as she wailed in pleasure. Logan was rigid, his eyes wide but sightless as he came harder than he ever had in his life.

He mentioned it after, when they were both lying across the mattress, panting as their bodies grew warm and languid.

She threw him a sleepy smile. “You think so?” she challenged, a knowing gleam to her eyes.

Admittedly, there might have been one occasion that could compete. The time he had fucked Kat and gotten her pregnant. But rather than saying as much, Logan muttered, “I know so,” as he kissed Sarah’s nape, his hands back to indulgently exploring the outrageous jut of her belly.

She was pink and ripe, her skin dewy and seeming to glow.

“Will you stay the night?” Sarah asked him hoarsely.

“Of course,” Logan countered, as he pressed his chest more firmly against her naked back, watching her body heave with her long, steady breaths. Her fingers reached back to stroke his thigh in a very sweet, provocative way, and suddenly Logan suspected neither of them were getting any sleep that night.

-

“You okay?” Logan said.

It was the next morning, the two of them at the airport. Sarah seemed rather flustered, her face pink and her forehead damp. There was a troubled look in her eyes as she nodded distractedly while fumbling with her purse.

She was wearing a knee length skirt and custom blazer. Logan was perpetually amazed with how she was able to keep up with clothing, given the uniqueness of her body. It had all made sense earlier that morning when he had met the personal seamstress that was kept at the hotel for Sarah. The elderly woman had bowed and wished Sarah a safe trip home as Sarah stuffed a generous tip in her aged hands.

Logan wondered if Sarah was anxious about the flight or just in a rush, but she had been tightlipped all morning. Sometimes she would make expressions of discomfort or strain, her face twisting at irregular intervals. “Yes, fine,” she breathed, her words clipped, as her hands anxiously rubbed her belly. At least, what she could reach of it. Logan was certain that there was no way she could still wrap her arms around the orb.

Logan should have probably left by now. He suspected he was annoying her. Because he was obsessed, and entranced, and couldn’t stop looking. Was it bigger? Logan was certain he was imagining it.

“Logan.”

Logan wrenched his gaze up, looking at Sarah’s face again. It was a process he had been repeating for the past couple hours, reacquainting himself with the person attached to this ludicrous swell. Sarah’s face was getting increasingly perturbed, and he knew he was acting like a buffoon. But somehow he still couldn’t stop staring, couldn’t stop remembering what she looked like under all those clothes.

“Sarah…seriously, you feeling alright?” he asked.

Her blazer was looking tighter than it had earlier, now visibly straining around the buttons, but maybe he was imagining it. Then again, maybe not.

“Yes…godd…I just n-need to make this flight,” Sarah groaned as they finally approached the gate, where she would be the last person there to board. Logan had escorted her all the way there, unable to bring himself to leave her side. Because of his prestigious loyalty program under the Boddims company umbrella, he had been allowed access without issue.

Sarah moved in the most awkward and adorable waddle, truly struggling to tote around her mound. She offered her boarding pass to the airline workers with a quavering hand.

The workers just stared at her, the same way other airport staff and pedestrians had stared at Sarah through every step of this process. Logan remembered earlier when security had pulled her aside and given her a full pat-down. Again, his gaze drifted to her body. Her nipples were swollen and bulging prominently, even under her blouse and blazer. Below them, her belly almost looked like it was pulsating, Sarah shuddering as her face grew redder from the strain. Logan knew she would have one of those private business-class compartments on the flight. He just hoped it was sufficiently…roomy.

One of the airline workers slowly took Sarah’s boarding pass, his eyes not deviating from Sarah’s body.

Logan absently rubbed Sarah’s back. This was it. This was goodbye. He heard the small group bickering, but it seemed muffled and far away.

“No, that isn’t right,” Sarah snapped.

Logan came out of his reverie.

“I’m only six months along,” Sarah insisted.

“Miss, you are clearly—” The airline worker cut himself off, looking flustered. “You’re obviously past the cut-off,” he stuttered, trying his best to maintain his professionalism despite his dubious astonishment.

“No she isn’t, she’s only in her second trimester,” Logan insisted. “If you don’t believe us, we can give you her medical report.” Even then, his eyes darted down, drinking in the ludicrous globe of flesh and baby as it heaved.

Rise and fall. Rise and fall. Rise…rise…

Sarah was pouring sweat, looking panicked. She desperately rubbed her flanks as she looked up at him entreatingly, “L-Logan…”

This just evoked visions of last night. Pumping and filling her. Releasing inside of her. Releasing more than he had thought was even possible for one man.

“God,” Sarah choked, her eyes squeezing shut, her jaw clenching. She threw her head back, “Errghhhhh…!”

Her belly heaved forcefully. It was throbbing and pushing, shoving outward as her buttons strained and her belly expanded.

It was growing fast! Now her blazer buttons were tearing off, her belly pushing out as her blouse slid upward, no longer able to accommodate it. Logan futilely held onto Sarah’s shoulder, but she was already gripping the counter for balance, arching and whining as her abdomen exploded with growth, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away. He couldn’t even control the way his dick was straining his trousers. She pulsed and grew, belly advancing, growing bigger and wider, inching forward as she moaned.

When it was over, her belly was massive – just outlandishly fucking huge. It lurched, then shuddered. Sarah moaned as it gurgled. She looked terribly dizzy, even swaying a little, panting and sweating, a string of drool rolling down her chin. Then she started to lose her balance. Logan quickly grabbed her from behind, his hands looping under her breasts as he tried to hold her upright.

“Someone call a doctor!” he demanded.

Next Chapter