Shark, Part 31 - 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.

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Colton just wanted his nightmare pregnancy to be over with.

And yet, that entailed a process he just wasn’t willing to partake in.

There were a lot of reasons why he couldn’t give birth. At least not now. Despite the fact that he was at term with god-knew-what.

He was rather busy. Which was a very valid excuse. It was also the reason Colton had been unable to keep up with medical appointments.

With his recent promotion, Colton had acquired many new responsibilities. There were teams he had to oversee, reports he had to write, meetings he had to run, and conferences he needed to attend.

It wasn’t denial. Colton was being wholly practical in his understanding that he simply did not have the time, let alone the energy, to give birth to whatever demon spawn his body was harboring. This wiggly, winding creature (creatures?) continually lurching inside of him. He imagined removal would entail a full day in the hospital. On top of that, there was the aftermath. Child-rearing? It wasn’t remotely appealing, and it didn’t correspond with career advancement. Colton just wasn’t willing to let anything sabotage his tenuous new position.

As he proceeded with his work duties, it was hard to ignore the background of itchy heatedness, sticky horniness, and a relentless hunger for all things edible to sexual.

He would often catch Logan looking at him.

Logan’s gaze now seemed even more lustful than it had been in the past. The bigger Colton got, the more Logan wanted him. The guy was a certifiable freak. And yet Colton could not help noticing him. Logan wasn’t trying to be discreet.

With the added responsibilities came handsome bonuses. Colton was making a ton of money and his career was soaring. He was holding the big meetings and being introduced to leaders in the industry.

Granted, every CEO Colton met appeared utterly flabbergasted by his drastic dimensions. Still, it was something. Colton was rapidly advancing in the industry (so was his waistline), and he really did see a future here.

Yes, the future was bright. He just had to keep putting in the work.

Colton’s eyelids sank, his head nodding a little.

He gasped awake for what had to be the fifth time, blinking around his office.

Maybe it was time to call it a night.

He had been working late every day this week and even had plans to come in over the weekend. A glance out his fiftieth floor window reminded him that it had already gotten dark out. A look at his watch revealed it was close to 9 PM.

His body was sore and achy from being in this position too long. He felt sort of wedged there, even though his desk had been altered by a custom furniture designer, who had made adjustments to accommodate Colton’s massive midsection.

Even so, Colton still used the top of his belly as a table more times than not. He scribbled his signature against one more record before removing the pile of papers from against his mound and setting it on the desk beside his keyboard.

Now for the hard part. Colton really didn’t want to get up. But the alternative was pain, exhaustion, and maybe even getting stuck there. He managed to shove his seat back several inches, his jaw clenching from the effort.

Something moved in his peripheral vision. Colton looked up in time to see Logan passing by, through the open blinds of his window that looked out into the corridor. He had noticed Logan was putting in a lot of late nights as well. Perhaps trying to catch up. Obviously Logan had not taken Colton’s promotion well, and Colton absolutely delighted in the other man’s suffering. Colton was moving up in the ranks while Logan was fading into obscurity.

Colton braced his hands against the arms of his chair, and his feet against the floor. His face scrunched as he struggled to shift his weight forward, thighs shuddering as they took on more and more weight. With a roar of effort, he started to heave himself up but only made it an inch or two off the chair. He flopped back down into his seat, gasping for breath, his hands compulsively rubbing his belly. He deemed it best to take a break and then try again. Second time was a charm, after all.

As he sat slumped there, temporarily stuck in place by his own massiveness, his lungs compressed and his thighs squashed, he idly marveled down at himself. He was such an absurdity. So bizarrely unique. There was no one out there as pregnant as he was, man or woman. He wondered how Logan had done it. And if it was intentional. If this was all some dastardly scheme to get him out of his way. Well, the joke was on Logan. Colton wasn’t going anywhere.

His belly rose and fell, rose and fell, pulsing, heaving. He hadn’t seen his lower body in weeks, probably months. His belly was wider than any other part of his frame. It looked monstrous and strange. It didn’t look like it could possibly be real. This boulder of a mass, filled not with air but actual squirming, pattering life. And somehow he was able to support it all. He was exceptional in that regard. Having the strength to tout around this deformity. Being able to carry all the weight, and to bear the strain on every part of his body, from his blood to his bones. Every organ working and supporting it. Only an infinitesimal percentage of men could carry a normal pregnancy. Yes, Colton was a freak, but he was also something profoundly special.

I should be on the news, he thought wryly as he shook his head. He looked as though he had a full-grown adult curled inside of him. Fuck, he might have been as big as Tim now. The more Colton thought about it, the more his anxiety stirred. So he brushed it aside. It was hardly important.

Colton groaned in his newest attempt to stand. Miraculously, he got to his feet, panting as he gripped the edge of his desk, his face red, and his mind spinning. He stood like that for a while, allowing his breaths to get longer and more even.

Finally, he straightened to the best of his ability, his face contorting and his hands shooting to the underside of his belly in a feeble attempt to support the great weight of his offspring.

“Mmmghhh…” Colton took a precarious step away from his desk, pausing as his jaw clenched. Every step was awkward, heavy, and slow, his feet landing like a giant’s, his gait awkwardly wide, as his hands clutched at his belly for dear life. He would cringe as he felt the responding stirrings, which were so strong, his whole belly would quaver. Nothing about this was normal. His hips felt heavy and tight. Loaded in a way. He wondered if his belly had descended in recent weeks. But he could handle this. He could handle the monumental size of this thing. He could carry it around. Tame it like a beast. The only thing Colton was truly unwilling to do was take another of those pills, or binge any more dubious substances. Because if he had one more growth spurt, he would end up buried underneath this thing.

“Baby,” he spat the word irritably. The creature had been plaguing him for nine months and counting.

I really should see a doctor — a sudden thought.

But he couldn’t be bothered. That was someone else. Someone more feminine. Colton was a man. He wasn’t one for frivolities and didn’t waist his time on such things. He wouldn’t start painting his house or using words like “nursery.” There would be no rocking chairs or queasy parties, and he certainly didn’t need expensive appointments to be reminded he was abundantly knocked up.

His belly offered a wet gurgling noise, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath after making it into the hallway. Of course, Logan chose that moment to step out of his office again, a folder in hand. The two paused to merely stare at each other, Colton’s face red and hot, his dress shirt feeling tighter than ever against his outrageous body.

Seconds turned to moments, Logan’s gaze uniquely locked on Colton’s eyes, expression unreadable. Colton, meanwhile, was feeling the usual mixture of things: hatred at the forefront, but ambivalence and need tying at a close second. Because despite the monumental mess Logan had gotten him into, he somehow couldn’t forget the shocking pleasure of their coupling at the Christmas party nine months earlier.

A phone suddenly chimed in a playful melody.

Blinking several times, Colton looked down at his pocket. Retrieving his phone, he glanced at the notification on the screen, then quickly brought the device to his ear. “Mr. Oharo?”

It was a brief call that consisted of one instruction. As Colton lowered the phone, he looked back at Logan. “He wants us to stop by his suite,” he said in puzzlement.

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Logan drove. It was quicker than calling Colton’s driver and instructing him on the unexpected route. It was embarrassingly awkward for Colton to squeeze into the passenger seat of Logan’s car, his belly pressing up against the dashboard even after he had adjusted the seat to the extent that it would go back. And even then, his belly was taking up so much space, overflowing his flanks, shoving against the door. His tits were shoved so high they routinely squashed against his chin. He felt absolutely stuffed there, as he did most places now, taking up so much space it felt suffocating.

Logan just gave Colton a lingering glance and started the vehicle, not mocking the state of his body and predicament. Colton supposed Logan didn’t have to say anything. Logan had fucked him, impregnated him, watched him fill up like a goddamn blimp. He had triumphed over Colton in every way possible. The evidence was humiliation enough.

Soon enough, they were in the hotel lobby, being buzzed up to Mr. Oharo’s penthouse suite. Colton could hardly breathe, and he was sweating profusely. After a twelve-hour workday, the last thing he wanted to deal with was an impromptu meeting. He was just grateful Mr. Oharo would be heading back to Asia soon. Colton’s back was stinging, his ankles, aching, and he wasn’t sure how much more his body could take.

The elevator ride seemed to take forever, Colton leaning heavily against the wall, his legs feeling like they might buckle beneath him. He felt as though he could pass out at any moment. Again, his massive belly dominated the confined space, Logan relegated to a corner, looking content as he casually eyed Colton up.

Colton feebly pawed at the wall, his hands leaving sweaty fingerprints wherever he touched. They had nearly reached the top floor when there was an odd clanking, the elevator shuddering, then jolting to a stop between the ninety-ninth floor and the penthouse. Logan and Colton stood frozen, their eyes wide in panic. Colton was already out of breath, and now he couldn’t seem to pull any air into his lungs. Why hadn’t he checked the elevator’s fucking weight limit? He feared a freefall. What if they were thrust to their deaths, all thanks to his hugeness?

But suddenly there was a dinging noise, and the elevator shook, and wrenched, then started to ascend. Colton sucked in a deep, shaky breath as it stopped on the penthouse floor, and the doors opened. Logan was gripping his chest.

Then they were both looking at Oharo standing there with a weary smile. He was wearing a fluffy bathrobe and silk jade pajamas.

“Thank you for coming on such short notice,” he said as he stepped aside, motioning for them to come onto the floor. “There is much I would like to discuss with the two of you.”

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