Shark, Part 31 - 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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Kat just wanted her nightmare pregnancy to be over with.
And yet, that entailed a process she just wasn’t willing to partake in.
There were a lot of reasons why she couldn’t give birth. At least not now. Despite the fact that she was at term with god-knew-what.
She was rather busy. Which was a very valid excuse. It was also the reason Kat had been unable to keep up with any prenatal appointments.
With her recent promotion, Kat had acquired many new responsibilities. There were teams she had to oversee, reports she had to write, meetings she had to run, and conferences she needed to attend.
It wasn’t denial. Kat was being wholly practical in her understanding that she simply did not have the time, let alone the energy, to give birth to whatever demon spawn her body was harboring. This wiggly, winding creature (creatures?) continually lurching inside of her. She imagined childbirth would entail a full day in the hospital. On top of that, there was the aftermath. Recovery. Child-rearing. It wasn’t remotely appealing, and it didn’t correspond with career advancement. Kat just wasn’t willing to let anything sabotage her tenuous new position.
As she proceeded with her work duties, it was hard to ignore the background of itchy heatedness, sticky horniness, and a relentless hunger for all things edible to sexual.
She would often catch Logan looking at her.
His gaze now seemed even more lustful than it had been in the past. The bigger she got, the more he wanted her. The man was a certifiable freak. And yet Kat could not help noticing the way he was watching her. And he wasn’t trying to be discreet.
With the added responsibilities came handsome bonuses. Kat was making a ton of money and her career was soaring. She was holding the big meetings and being introduced to leaders in the industry.
Granted, every CEO she met appeared utterly flabbergasted by her drastic dimensions. Still, it was something. Kat was rapidly advancing in the industry (so was her waistline), and she really did see a future here.
Yes, the future was bright. She just had to keep putting in the work.
Kat’s eyelids sank, her head nodding a little.
She gasped awake for what had to be the fifth time, blinking around her office.
Maybe it was time to call it a night.
She had been working late every day this week and even had plans to come in over the weekend. A glance out her fiftieth floor window reminded her it had already gotten dark out. A look at her watch revealed it was close to 9 PM.
Her body was sore and achy from being in this position too long. She felt sort of wedged there, even though her desk had been altered by a custom furniture designer, who had made adjustments to accommodate Kat’s massive midsection.
Even so, Kat still used the top of her belly as a table more times than not. She scribbled her signature against one more record, before removing the pile of papers from against her mound and setting it on the desk beside her keyboard.
Now for the hard part. Kat really didn’t want to get up. But the alternative was pain, exhaustion, and maybe even getting stuck there. She managed to shove her seat back several inches, her jaw clenching from the effort.
Something moved in her peripheral vision. Kat looked up in time to see Logan passing by, through the open blinds of her window that looked out into the corridor. She had noticed he was putting in a lot of late nights as well. Perhaps trying to catch up to her. He had not taken her promotion well, and she absolutely delighted in his suffering. She was moving up in the ranks while he was fading into obscurity.
Kat braced her hands against the arms of her chair, and her feet against the floor. Her face scrunched as she struggled to shift her weight forward, thighs shuddering as they took on more and more weight. With a roar of effort, she started to heave herself up but only made it an inch or two off the chair. She flopped back down into her seat, gasping for breath, her hands compulsively rubbing her belly. She deemed it best to take a break and then try again. Second time was a charm, after all.
As she sat slumped there, temporarily stuck in place by her own massiveness, her lungs compressed and her thighs squashed, she idly marveled down at herself. She was such an absurdity. So bizarrely unique. There was no one out there as pregnant as she was. She wondered how Logan had done it. And if it was intentional. If this was all some dastardly scheme to get her out of his way. Well, the joke was on him. She wasn’t going anywhere.
Her belly rose and fell, rose and fell, pulsing, heaving. She hadn’t seen her lower body in weeks, probably months. Her belly was wider than any other part of her frame. It looked monstrous and strange. It didn’t look like it could possibly be real. This bolder of a mass, filled not with air but actual squirming, pattering life. And somehow she was able to support it all.
She 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 her body, from her blood to her bones. Every organ working and supporting it. Yes, she was a freak, but she was also something profoundly special.
I should be on the news, she thought wryly as she shook her head. She looked as though she had a full grown man curled inside of her. Fuck, she might have been as big as Sarah now. The more Kat thought about it, the more her anxiety stirred. So she brushed it aside. It was hardly important.
Kat groaned in her newest attempt to stand. Miraculously, she got to her feet, panting as she gripped the edge of her desk, her face red, and her mind spinning. She stood like that for a while, allowing her breaths to get longer and more even.
Finally, she straightened to the best of her ability, her face contorting and her hands shooting to the underside of her belly in a feeble attempt to support the great weight of her offspring. How could she, Kat, be so fucking fertile? She quietly detested children and certainly hadn’t wanted her own.
“Mmmghhh…” Kat took a precarious step away from her desk, pausing as her jaw clenched. Every step was awkward, heavy, and slow, her feet landing like a giant’s, her gait awkwardly wide, as her hands clutched at her belly for dear life. She would cringe as she felt the responding stirrings, which were so strong, her whole belly would quaver. Nothing about this was normal. Her groin felt heavy and tight. Loaded in a way. She wondered if her belly had descended in recent weeks. But she could handle this. She could handle the monumental size of this thing. She could carry it around. Tame it like a beast. The only thing Kat was truly unwilling to do was take another of those pills, or binge any more dubious substances. Because if she had one more growth spurt, she would end up buried underneath this thing.
“Baby,” she spat the word irritably. The creature had been plaguing her for nine months and counting.
I really should see a doctor — a sudden thought.
But she couldn’t be bothered. That was someone else. Someone maternal. Women had been having babies since the inception of humanity, and Kat wasn’t one for all the frivolities. She wouldn’t start painting her house or using words like “nursery.” There would be no rocking chairs or queasy parties, and she certainly didn’t need expensive appointments to be reminded she was abundantly knocked up.
Her belly offered a wet gurgling noise, her chest heaving as she 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, Kat’s face red and hot, her dress feeling tighter than ever against her outrageous body.
Seconds turned to moments, Logan’s gaze uniquely locked on her eyes, his expression unreadable at that moment. Kat 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 he had gotten her into, she 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, Kat looked down at her purse. Retrieving her phone, she glanced at the notification on the screen, then quickly brought the device to her ear. “Mr. Oharo?”
It was a brief call that consisted of one instruction. As Kat lowered the phone, she looked back at Logan. “He wants us to stop by his suite,” she said in puzzlement.
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Logan drove. It was quicker than calling her driver and instructing him on the unexpected route. It was embarrassingly awkward for her to squeeze into the passenger seat of his car, her belly pressing up against the dashboard even after she had adjusted the seat to the extent that it would go back. And even then, her belly was taking up so much space, overflowing her flanks, shoving against the door. Her breasts were shoved so high they routinely squashed against her chin. She felt absolutely stuffed there, as she did most places now, taking up so much space it felt suffocating.
Logan just gave her a lingering glance and started the vehicle, not mocking the state of her body and predicament. She supposed he didn’t have to say anything. He had fucked her, impregnated her, watched her fill up like a goddamn blimp. He had triumphed over her 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. Kat could hardly breathe, and she was sweating profusely. After a twelve hour workday, the last thing she wanted to deal with was an impromptu meeting. She was just grateful Mr. Oharo would be heading back to Asia soon. Her back was stinging, her ankles, aching, and she wasn’t sure how much more her body could take.
The elevator ride seemed to take forever, Kat leaning heavily against the wall, her legs feeling like they might buckle beneath her. She felt as though she could pass out at any moment. Again, her massive belly dominated the confined space, Logan relegated to a corner, looking content as he casually eyed her up.
Kat feebly pawed at the wall, her hands leaving sweaty fingerprints wherever she 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 Kat stood frozen, their eyes wide in panic. She was already out of breath, and now she couldn’t seem to pull any air into her lungs. Why hadn’t she checked the elevator’s fucking weight limit? She feared a freefall. What if they were thrust to their deaths, all thanks to her hugeness?
But suddenly there was a dinging noise, and the elevator shook, and wrenched, then started to ascend. Kat 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.”
