Shark, Part 24 - 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 gave Tim a call.

He wasn’t quite sure what compelled him to do it. Maybe he was just looking for some reassurance.

Colton was sitting on the couch in his living room wearing a severely undersized t-shirt that covered barely half of his belly. It was paired with some briefs and a pair of socks.

He had noticed that his underwear had gotten small on him lately, his briefs shrunken and straining while pulling into his butt crack. Which meant that he was changing in other ways than just his abdomen. His backside was getting bigger, broader, and softer. His hips were getting wider, and thighs, a bit fuller, while his chest had definitely swollen up.

Colton looked down at the mounds in question.

He still couldn’t believe he was a man with tits. They must have jumped up a full cup size in just the past few days.

Colton cupped the mounds with his hands, grimacing from the discomfort this rewarded him. He estimated that they were DD-cups by now. But they were different from the breasts he had seen. Rather than drooping naturally, they seemed full, almost bloated. They were highly sensitive and unexpectedly warm. Colton had stopped wearing undershirts, as the ones he owned simply did not fit him anymore. On top of that, he found it highly uncomfortable for his chest to be compressed by any degree. Yet the discomfort of any contact with his nipples — particularly the sensation of fabric brushing against them as he moved about — was a strange and erotic brand of torture.

Yet somehow all of this was considered entirely normal. Pregnancy was fucking medieval by Colton’s book. He had no idea why this had happened to him, of all people.

He shifted somewhat, adjusting his shirt. His hands now rested on his huge belly, which in turn, was perched against his lap, his thighs spread somewhat where they cradled the orb. It was still hard to believe how big he had become.

Colton didn’t know why he was feeling nervous. It wasn’t like they were going on a video call. He didn’t need to be presentable or even composed. Which wasn’t to say that he wasn’t composed. But he could admit that he was nervous. Not about himself, necessarily. It was almost like he didn’t want to speak to Tim again. It seemed easier to just pretend that the other man had never existed in the first place.

Though that would just be playing the denial game. Colton wasn’t a coward. He faced things head-on. How else could he have climbed so high up the corporate ladder? One didn’t get where Colton was by backing down from challenges and sticking their head in the mud.

And so, he drew a deep breath, and made the call. As it rang, Colton set the device on the coffee table and put it on speakerphone.

He probably waited longer than he should have. He practically flinched when someone picked up.

“Hello?” a voice croaked.

“Hi,” said Colton awkwardly. “…Tim?”

“Colton?” Tim’s voice was soft and breathy.

“Yeah,” said Colton, his body feeling tense suddenly. “Hey, I just wanted to…to see how you’re doing.” Colton winced after he said it. Surely this wasn’t just a social call. Surely he could have framed it to somehow be business-related. He and Tim were not peers, and never would be. Of that, Colton was certain.

“Do you mind if we switch to video?” said Tim, his voice strained. “I’ve been taking all my calls on my monitor. It’s tiring to hold the phone up.”

“Um…sure?”

Nearly before Colton had finished the word, his phone started beeping. He lifted it and saw that he was getting a video call from Tim. Disconnecting the audio call, he accepted the video call, keeping the phone trained on his face, though it still showed a little of his body.

Tim’s image popped up. “So much better,” he breathed.

Colton stared.

Tim was massive.

The young man was perched on a huge recliner, but the sheer expansiveness of his belly made it look as though it was swallowing both Tim and the chair. His abdomen looked like a boulder, and seemed full of activity, constantly shuttering or lurching, otherwise heaving up and down. It was on top of Tim. It seemed to be pinning him there by its weight, which Colton could only estimate to be surpassing the rest of Tim’s body.

The man was clearly uncomfortable; full of strain, his face scrunching and contorting, his teeth pressed in a grimace.

And even with the shock of his appearance, Colton came to realize that he was not seeing the full extent of Tim’s pregnancy. The entirety of the orb didn’t even fit on the screen.

Tim’s round breasts wobbled with his gasping breaths. “Colton, it’s so good to see you,” he said.

Colton opened and closed his mouth. He felt truly rattled. “Yes…it’s—”

He was cut off as Tim released a groan, his brows scrunching and his face reddening. “Oh god,” he choked, his hands cupping the small portion of his belly that he could still reach. “Ngghhhh…easy…” he whined, seeming like he was pleading.

“Are you okay?” Colton was daunted. He suddenly regretted making this call, yet sat there frozen, unable to take action. Were he more functional, he might have just hung up.

“F-Fine!” Tim proclaimed, as though to eclipse the “loudness” of his lurching body. He breathed heavily and audibly. “I’m fine,” he repeated, more calmly this time. He tried to smile, his face so young and overwhelmed. “The babies are just a little eager, aren’t you?” he addressed his stomach. “S-stay in daddy a little longer. Errrgghhh…” He arched his throat, his hand twitching where it clutched his side.

Colton was speechless. He truly couldn’t form words.

“C-Colton, you look a-amazing,” Tim managed, gasping for breath. “I’m told you’re even bigger than I was at your stage.”

Colton sputtered. “No,” he said, fully rejecting the notion. “Don’t be ridic—no, I’m not nearly as big as you were.” He shook his head in denial.

Tim blinked at him, and might have even argued, but he was soon back to grunting and moaning as he struggled to endure the latest bout of movement from the many babies packed inside of him.

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After he had managed to get off the video call, Colton was back to sitting in silence in his living room, feeling even more troubled than before. He was frozen, staring blankly at nothing. His whole existence felt like some deranged nightmare. How had he gotten himself into such a mess?

He wished he had never called Tim. Perhaps he had been searching for reassurance or advisement, but it had been the wrong choice, and seemed to have achieved the opposite outcome. Colton felt increasingly paranoid. There was no way he was turning into that…was he? The idea was horrific. His chest heaved up and down, his breathing rapid.

Colton retrieved a beer out of the mini fridge built into the bottom of the coffee table. He popped off the cap and was about to take a swig, but then recalled his predicament. There would be no drinking for the time being. He sighed.

He was being transformed into some monster and there was nothing he could do about it. His body was absurdly plump and fertile, hot and dewy, supple and tingly. His mind spun endlessly with agitation and he blamed all the fucking hormones. He was being bred and grown. Transformed into something obscene. Like a pig so plump it could hardly function. A farm animal full to bursting with a massive litter.

Colton tried to shake the thoughts aside. He couldn’t go down this path. He couldn't collapse under the pressure. He had to stay focused and plan his next moves.

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Logan was quietly having the time of his life.

Still, he kept his expression carefully neutral.

He was truly impressed by what Colton had managed to do to himself in just the one short weekend of the company retreat. To get himself lost in the factory and end up neck-deep in batter had been utterly brilliant. Logan didn’t think he could have devised a better plan himself.

He had come to realize that, when presented with food, Colton was going to eat it. It was compulsive. Addictive. The babies demanded it and Colton simply couldn’t help himself. He was a bottomless pit, and the effects were amazing. Sometimes Logan would fantasize about throwing the man into another vat of batter and icing.

Logan knew that the new marketing campaign was Colton’s thing, and he didn’t explicitly need to be present for any of it. But they had been partnered for so long with the Oho’s project, by now Logan couldn’t help himself. He was along for the ride. He wanted to savor every inch of Colton’s progress.

“We’re here to celebrate our brand-new partnership with Socko’s Wholesale,” said Logan informatively to the customers who had curiously stopped by their stand.

They were set up in the biggest megastore of the Socko’s chain which was located conveniently in their large city. They were kicking off the new partnership with several promotions, including free samples all day at their stand, as well as a free package of goop’ms pastries on every grocery order of $50 or more.

Executives didn’t usually do this type of grunt work, but Colton was going the extra mile. After all, he had promised Roger to be front and center on this project.

There was even a new commercial, which was being played on repeat on a large TV screen above them.

Boddims products had taken over the whole section of the store. There were nothing but fat-cakes lining the six aisles surrounding them.

In the background, Logan could hear the new commercial starting up yet again. He had been forced to hear it so many times, he could perfectly visualize it.

“Honey, wake up.” A pregnant woman was shaking her husband awake.

The husband groaned, rubbing his eyes as he sat up in the bed. “What is it, Jen? It’s 2 AM!” Abruptly his eyes widened and he looked fully alert. “Wait, is it time?”

“No, I’m fine,” said the wife with a guilty smile as she cradled her round belly. “I’m just having a really bad craving.”

“Again? Seriously?” The aggrieved man rubbed his tousled head of hair. “Not—?”

“Goop’ms,” the wife chimed, intertwining her fingers and holding them to her chest as he gazed towards the heavens.

“When the cravings hit, go for goop’ms!” a charismatic voice declared as the image on the screen was replaced with various Boddims fat-cake desserts slowly raining down across a white screen. “Rich in calcium and other nutrient—the perfect snack for the whole family!”

Note the lack of pluralization. Just “nutrient.”

The commercial ended.

It was a shitty ad but Colton liked to call it “retro.” It was better than saying that he had done the bare minimum and frankly hated this advertising campaign, which targeted pregnant people.

“So relatable,” said Colton with the fakest of chuckles as he patted his belly.

The latest group of customers to visit their display didn’t seem to know what to think of it all. They cautiously looked at the pastry boxes or sniffed the samples as they marveled at Colton’s orb. Some looked afraid to touch anything.

“You’re fucking with us, right?” asked some college-aged guy as he gawked at Colton’s swell.

His face plastered with a smile, Colton pretended not to hear the question. He wasn’t in his typical professional wear, but dressed casually today. He was supposed to come off as a true member of the community: friendly and relatable. Relaxed and carefree. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt with a flower pattern, his hair soft rather than gelled, and no eyeglasses. He was undeniably handsome regardless of his condition.

And then there was his belly. It looked enormous where it tented out the shirt, so big and round that people couldn’t tear their eyes away. Colton carried it well, standing straight and cool with no hint of discomfort, his spine erect, shoulders back, and still, that serene smile.

His tits looked amazing. Logan kept gazing at Colton’s chest, then his belly again, then his protruding navel. He was just so fucking pregnant. He looked overdue with triplets. He looked as though he had passed his due date then forgotten about it.

“Multiples?” said a woman. She had a bump of her own, but it was much smaller, maybe five or so months. She looked uncomfortably at Colton’s belly as though she wasn’t sure it was real.

Colton ignored this question as well. “Be sure to try our limited-edition banana flavor,” he said, holding up a box as though he was a spokesperson. Which he essentially was, sort of. “At Socko’s you’ll find the best wholesale rates in the country.”

As composed as Colton managed to present himself to be, Logan knew that he was miserable. And Logan loved watching him squirm; watching him pretend to be delighted rather than mortified.

“Well everyone, dig in,” Colton said genially, motioning to the free cakes. “I’m going to take a bathroom break. Baby’s pressing on my bladder,” he added with another fake laugh.

Colton took off his apron and waddled off into the shelves to do who knew what. Logan hesitated, then followed him.

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