Kompera

Shark, Part 32 - Male Version

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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

It wasn’t so much a discussion as it was a very late meal, despite the fact that both Logan and Colton had asserted that they had already eaten.

Unsurprisingly, it was just another thinly-veiled ploy to get Colton even more over abundantly stuffed than he already was.

They were perched on a large, soft couch, Colton slumped back with his thighs spread wide and his massive abdomen practically crushing them. Logan watched the mass heave up and down as Colton struggled to breathe. His tits were huge, his hips and ass looking thick. He was fertile to the extreme, his massive belly was nearly overtaking his body.

He fumbled and fidgeted as servants brought dishes and stood patiently beside him. With a shaking hand, Colton would do his best to pluck up morsels of food and deliver them to his mouth. Logan could see that every bite was a strain for him. Piece by piece, Colton did his best to cram food down.

Colton was fatigued by the process. Logan could tell as much. Eventually he didn’t even attempt to reach for more, he just panted in his slumped position, looking distinctly panicked as he gazed down at his massive boulder of an orb.

“Feed him,” Oharo said.

Both Logan and Colton looked up at where Oharo was sitting on the ottoman a few feet from them, simply watching the scene.

“He is tired,” Oharo elaborated. “And he must conserve his energy. It is best that you feed him,” he put it simply as he gave a nod to the servant holding the latest plate of pasta Colton had been trying to consume.

Though he had previously been offended when such a thing was suggested, Colton was too tired to fight it.

The servant didn’t hesitate. He spooned up a small pile of creamy pasta and promptly stuffed it between Colton’s lips.

Colton released a muffled grunt as he was fed nearly more than he could fit into his mouth. This was made evident by the visible bulging of his cheeks.

“More,” Oharo ordered.

The servant continued to feed Colton from the plate of pasta as Colton obediently received it. When the plate was done, the servant who had been feeding him walked off, and a new servant stepped forward with a fresh plate of food. This time Colton was fed heaping portions of meatloaf with buttery mashed potatoes.

“You wanted to discuss the Walker account, sir?” Logan said awkwardly to Mr. Oharo.

But Oharo couldn’t even maintain the guise of this being a work meeting. He was attentively watching Colton consume more and more food.

Colton ate for an hour, forcing down each bite as it was offered. Logan knew he was probably imagining it, but thought Colton’s belly looked as though it was getting even bigger. The mound was practically smothering him. He almost seemed as though he was buried beneath the massive orb, squirming and struggling against it. Just how could Colton be so large? This certainly had to be Logan’s greatest conquest to date. Colton was bigger than anyone Logan had ever seen. He was certainly bigger than Tim.

Colton sat there panting, yet unable to catch his breath. With his face flushed, and his skin damp, he looked utterly kissable and he didn’t even know it.

After Colton’s final plate of food was delivered to his stomach, the three sat in silence, Logan and Mr. Oharo simply watching the absurdly pregnant young man. Logan could see the resentment on Colton’s brow even beyond the fatigue and anxiety. He had become little more than a spectacle, his value tethered to how long he could keep this scenario going.

Logan could not help noting that although Colton had won in ways, he had lost in others.

“Thank you both for coming,” Oharo said softly after what felt like hours.

Logan came out of his reverie.

Colton’s eyelids fluttered. Logan wasn’t sure if the other man had dozed. With his massive belly and the huge jugs perched high on his chest, he gave Oharo an incredulous expression.

“Williams,” Mr. Oharo said. “Bernard. Help Mr. Stevens to the car.”

The comment struck one of Logan’s curiosities. Often he would wonder when Colton would lose the ability to support his own weight. It was astonishing that he still could carry himself, even partly. But that certainly wouldn’t be for much longer.

Two butlers approached Colton where he was slumped on the couch.

“May I?” said Bernard.

Logan didn’t know if Colton was fully cognizant of what was going on. He gave a questioning moan as he blinked up at them.

The two butlers shrugged at each other, then took Colton around the shoulders.

“On three,” one of them said.

“One…two…”

Logan watched as they arduously heaved Colton to his feet. The whole thing felt like a dream.

The two butlers grunted as they supported Colton, one of his arms slung around each of their shoulders. Colton’s face scrunched as he was reacquainted with his momentous forward weight. The muscles in his legs visibly trembled from the exertion of holding himself up, even with aid.

“Just a moment,” said Mr. Oharo. He gave a motion with his hand, and another servant arrived promptly. The woman was clutching something.

“Shall we take your measurements, Colton?” Mr. Oharo inquired. “You’ve just made so much progress over the last few months.”

His face beet red, Colton gave a jerky nod. Logan could tell he just wanted to be off his feet again.

“Perfect,” said Oharo, nodding to the servant holding what Logan now realized was a measuring tape.

The woman approached Colton. It was awkward, but she managed to navigate the measuring tape between Colton and the two butlers supporting him. Finally, she had the tape wrapped around the greatest width of Colton’s waist. There was an anticipatory pause.

“He really has beaten the record, sir,” she said softly.

The corner of Mr. Oharo’s lips twitched. Colton’s exhausted gaze darted between him and Logan, some of his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead as his chest continued to heave with his heavy breathing.

“Have a good night, Mr. Stevens,” said Oharo, simply.

And then they resumed, Colton and the butlers. The trio staggered towards the elevator.

Logan stared after them for a moment, then turned back to Mr. Oharo. He wondered if Colton was being pushed too far. “Sir…” he started.

“Have a good night, Mr. Graham.”

Logan shut his mouth. He was being dismissed. “Good night, sir.”

He could see the butlers dragging Colton into the elevator. Logan decided that he would get on the next one. That seemed safer.

He finished off the drink in his hand and lowered the glass to the coffee table. He gave a nod, and walked off to the elevator as he watched the door close on Colton’s sweaty visage.

Colton felt like a mutant. He was just so full of tension, it was impossible to hold it all in.

“No, no, no,” he grunted, his tense hands gripping his bathroom counter. His thighs were pressed tightly shut. As his legs fidgeted, his belly swung and accidentally knocked several bottles of cologne onto the floor.

He was struggling to breathe, just dripping sweat. His belly shuddered, but he tried to contain the pressure. It was like a massive balloon wanting to burst inside of him. Suddenly his belly jumped, expanding at least an inch all around. He yelped, throwing his head back as several more stitches tore apart in his tank top.

Drool trickled down his chin. He was breathing forcefully, his swollen breasts shivering as his nipples seeped profusely into his top. His whole body was strained, a vein bulging on his forehead. He didn’t think he could hold it together; he was at his limit. He didn’t think this could go on another day like this.

Colton’s abdomen was throbbing. He whimpered and struggled to get himself together. Thinking about his upcoming presentation. Trying to mentally piece his plans together.

It was a struggle just to move. Colton gripped onto the towel rack as he staggered towards the door. The babies just felt so heavy on his hips, so large and low. He just had to keep them inside a little longer. Sometimes it almost felt as though something was pushing at his hole, but he knew it was madness. That wasn’t even the way he would be giving birth.

Gripping onto walls, dressers, and other household furnishings, Colton made his way back to his bedroom. He had hardly gotten any sleep the previous night. Most of his time had been spent dozing in and out, tossing and turning, sometimes shooting awake with a pained grunt as his belly tightened or shuddered. His passenger moved relentlessly with no pause. Even now, in his straining shirt, Colton could see the places where his belly bulged or warped to the movements of his offspring.

So here he was, five in the morning, feeling like he could collapse at any moment, yet getting ready for the workday.

The doorbell rang. At first Colton thought he was imagining it, but a few seconds later, it rang again. The pace revealed no urgency. He stood there dizzily against his bedroom wall, oblivious as to who would come by at such an hour. All the same, he thought he’d indulge his curiosity. Exhausting as that was sure to be.

It did, indeed, prove to be a journey. And it gave Colton a greater picture of how he would function at work after that last growth spurt. It probably took him ten minutes to stagger to the living room, grabbing hold of anything he could find for support. By the time he opened the front door, he had significant doubts that his visitor would still be waiting.

But he was.

Colton found himself unexpectedly face-to-face with the one person he wanted to see least of all.

Logan.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he gasped out. He half expected Logan was just there to taunt him some more.

Logan held his hands up in a show of surrender. “Just checking in.”

“Checking — in?”

“After that meeting at Oharo’s penthouse…well, just thought I’d make sure you were all right.”

It sounded dubious at best. Colton narrowed his eyes at him.

Then Logan asked, “Can I come in?”

Colton wasn’t sure that was a good idea. He slumped harder against the doorframe.

“Colton.” Logan put his hand on his shoulder.

Just the touch made Colton’s body react, a pleasured spasm shuddering through his loins. He didn’t know what it was about Logan, but Colton could hardly handle it. His chest was heaving against the straining neckline of his tank top, flesh overflowing, but Colton was too tired to try to adjust it. Both his top and boxers seemed to be shrinking against him by the moment.

And Logan was staring, his eyes dark with desire. He always seemed to want him, no matter the shape or form.

Colton’s hand slipped where it was gripping the doorframe. He nearly lost his balance, but Logan grabbed hold of him, stepping inside in the process.

“H-hormones,” Colton stammered, though he wasn’t sure what specifically he was attributing them to.

“Yeah,” Logan countered, helping to guide him towards the couch.

Colton eased himself down, moaning pathetically. His surroundings blurred in and out. How could he still be so fucking horny?

He felt a handkerchief pressing against his temple, dabbing up some of the sweat there.

Somehow Colton’s fingers wound up twisting through the front of Logan’s shirt.

“You should take the day off,” Logan told him.

“You would love that,” Colton growled back. He suddenly found his face buried against Logan’s shirt collar. He breathed in his distinctive scent.

“You got the promotion. You won,” said Logan simply. Colton could still detect the tinge of resentment. But also, the hunger.

“Yeah,” Colton breathed.

Logan’s fingers idly stroked Colton’s nape. Colton’s massive belly was pressed firmly between them.