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Shark, Part 2 - Male Version
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Summary: In his career, Logan likes to fuck his competition. Literally. He gets them pregnant and they get out of his way. Contains: Male: pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, lactation, multiples, weight gain, stuffing.
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At the next meeting, Colton was eating even more of the fat-cakes. He glared at Logan with every bite, as though daring him to remark about his weight again.
Logan was tempted.
For some reason, Logan liked the attention, negative though it was. His face neutral, he watched as Colton consumed what had to be his fifth Goop’m with exaggerated pleasure. His slow nips and hums of pleasure were almost sexual in nature. Their colleagues watched the scene, expressions ranging from amused to offended.
Ike cleared his throat. “Erm, Pryce, do you have the quotes for the new ad rollout?”
It took a moment for Pryce to tear his attention away from Colton’s lurid display. “Right. Yeah, there was actually a bump in price, but when I spoke to Jensen…”
Logan found it difficult to pay attention. He couldn’t get over the fact that Colton was already showing, even though it had only been a month. It was odd, and Logan was certain that Colton was…different, from the others. It’s a heavy litter. Jim thought of the babies as litters sometimes, even though he knew it was insulting and animalistic to characterize people in such a way. He’d never say aloud. It was always just the word that crossed his mind. Because it was kind of animalistic, the nature of these pregnancies. Humans weren’t meant carry so many babies.
He had done a number on Colton. The kid was already fucking growing. Logan remembered how hatefully he’d fucked him. It couldn’t be twins. Probably three. No, probably more. Logan felt a thrill. That had never happened. More than three?
After what had to be his sixth pastry, Colton took a break. No one else had touched them, not even Logan. There was only one left on the plate in the center of the table, but they could always have more summoned with a wave to the secretary outside the door. Logan was tempted but held himself, instead staring fixedly at Pryce, trying to look as though he was processing some amount of the information being transferred.
But in his periphery, he watched Colton run his hand through his hair, longish fringe falling back in his face. Colton was overdue to for a haircut, but this look worked. He appeared supple somehow, hair looking thicker and brighter. He still had that faint pinkness to his cheeks that never seemed to fade anymore, and he looked a little flustered, a little sweaty. Still adjusting to his sharp increase of calorie consumption.
Colton shifted a little, looking uncomfortable in his seat. Then, despite himself, he reached for the last pastry, and Logan knew it wasn’t just to spite him. It was because Colton was truly craving it. Colton saw fatty food and had to stuff it into his face. Logan wondered if Colton was becoming as addicted as the rest of their consumers were. That would be amusing. Working here, Colton would find no shortage of snacks.
Colton scarfed down the last pastry more efficiently than the others, perhaps finally a little embarrassed about his display of gluttony. Logan could see where his motivations had subtly shifted from facetious to pure greed. And Colton had realized it as well. Hence, the sudden awkwardness.
Colton covered his mouth, his eyes widening, and Logan heard the faint belch under Turner’s monotonous prattling. Fortunately for Colton, no one else seemed to hear it. Colton pressed his lips, twisting them to the side as he, too, pretended to focus on the meeting.
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Logan’s secretary was pregnant. Well loved as Elizabeth was, everyone at the office was continually looking for ways to coddle her. Throwing a baby shower wasn’t a question, it was just a matter of when, how much, and coordinating gifts.
Logan watched Elizabeth’s surprised face and teary eyes as everyone cheered when she stepped into the break room. She shook her head. “You guys!” she chided, to rapturous laughter and applause.
Pregnant people turned Logan on. Always had. And for the past several months, gazing at Elizabeth had done it for him during particularly long conference calls. But for some reason things had abruptly gone dry in terms of his appreciation of her. He appraised the woman, dressed cutely in a loose pink maternity top and some white dress pants, her long hair tied back in an elegant fishtail braid. She was always so tidy, composed, so impeccably neat. Her perfectly painted red lips and her faint purple eyeshadow. She was beautiful both naturally and through effort, not a hair out of place, not an eyelash deprived of shining mascara.
Then Colton walked in. He looked fatigued, uncomfortable, and even a little unsettled. Usually fit, lean, and clean-cut, he was wearing an ill-fitting button-down white shirt which was visibly tight at his gut.
The gut.
Logan felt his breathing go thinner.
The bump seemed a little bigger every time Logan saw it. It was really testing the cotton now, really straining the buttons. Colton hadn’t upgraded to a larger size, probably determined to lose the new weight.
He was in for a surprise.
Logan didn’t know why but it was so, fucking, hot. Maybe it was because Logan had done it to him personally. Maybe it was the thought of the deeds that gotten Colton in this state. Maybe it was just the burden, knowing that every moment Colton was struggling with his increasing girth, it would be because he had bent down for Logan, and soon Colton would know it. There was only so long he could avoid the issue at hand. Soon Colton would know what Logan had done to him.
Colton was carrying a massive stuffed bear that was practically bigger than he was. He was always such a suck-up, always desperate for any shred of approval he could get. Elizabeth gave a squeal of delight as she hurried to embrace Colton. Logan watched their torsos press together. He noted that Colton was rapidly catching up to her size despite that Elizabeth was months ahead of him. She was about five months in.
“Well what are you waiting for? Dig in.” Colton grinned as he motioned to the cake and snacks covering the table, most of them Boddims products.
“Oh my gosh, keep those away from me,” Elizabeth joked back. “I’ll be a blimp by the time this whole thing is over!”
Colton snorted.
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Even throughout the day, Logan could see Colton indulging in the various free snack products that could be found around the office. The freebies lost their appeal to most after a week or so of employment, and admittedly, limitless offerings of fat-cakes wasn’t that lucrative of an employee benefit. But Colton had gone in the opposite direction of most. His love for the product had been revitalized…or just come into being.
It was usually all for show: sucking up to their overseers, commending the product as cuisine rather than processed, factory-made junk. But now Colton was becoming truly obsessed with them. He was becoming another addicted consumer, with pregnancy to compound things. One afternoon, Logan even saw Colton rummaging in a supply closet, looking for more Goop’ms after the executive lounge had run out.
And it was only the beginning.
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Logan was late to the meeting.
He was disappointed, not because his colleagues and superiors frowned on the act. No, he was disappointed to have missed Colton walk in. It had become ritual, to arrive way too early, sit back, and discreetly enjoy things.
Colton used to arrive early as well. Not these days.
He was off his game. Tired and scatterbrained. His efforts to triumph Logan in these small, passive aggressive ways, were futile now when Logan was rearranging his whole schedule, getting work done preemptively. No, this was ludicrous, so for once, Colton caved.
And Logan got to enjoy the sight of his progress every time Colton walked into the meeting room. Seated at the table, Logan got a full view of Colton’s torso. He could appraise the curve of Colton’s belly and see if it had grown. See if his clothes were fitting him a little more tightly. Or how his buttons were straining a bit more. It would be the highlight of Logan’s day, then Colton would sit down, and the evidence of their babies would disappear beneath the table.
Today, unfortunately, Logan missed out. Colton was already comfortably seated when he arrived. Smith halted mid-sentence and Logan threw an apologetic grimace. The meeting continued as Logan hurriedly took a seat and unpacked his briefcase.
He couldn’t help throwing glances, despite himself.
“Last month revenues…” Smith blathered.
Colton was fiddling with his pen.
“Stock shortages…”
Colton looked a bit uncomfortable, a bit uneasy. Maybe he was starting to suspect something.
“The charity campaign, its good publicity…”
Colton sneezed. It took effort for Logan to keep his gaze fixed ahead, on Smith, as the middle-aged executive droned on.
“’Scuse me,” Colton muttered apologetically.
Something was different about him that day. It had been niggling at Logan for several minutes until finally Logan realized the difference in the corner of his eye.
Colton’s nipples seemed…pointier. Puffy, Logan supposed. They were visibly sticking out in the shirt. That was certainly new.
“We can market to pregnant people,” Logan said.
Everyone swiveled around to look at him. Logan knew he was blushing. Smith had asked for any ideas for the next advertising campaign, and Logan had blurted the suggestion without really thinking.
There was a pause as everyone continued to stare at him.
“I like it,” Colton said. “A late-night craving. A treat for the baby. It could work. We can get some fat preggos hooked,” he joked, deriving chuckles from the others.
“Johnson, your wife is knocked up. She like the product?”
“Hell no, she doesn’t go near that crap.”
Everyone burst into laughter.
“Luckily, Mrs. Johnson isn’t necessarily our target demographic,” Colton noted. “We stock Goop’ms in the cookie aisle, not next to the artisanal jams at the farmers market.”
Johnson scoffed and everyone fell into chuckles and banter until Turner called over them, “Why not? Let’s give it a try.”
Logan knew of at least one pregnant person who was quite fond of Goop’ms. “I really think we have something here,” he said with a smile.
-
Colton pulled Logan aside after the meeting. “I wanted to apologize for being such a dick to you lately.”
Lately? More like always.
“Don’t worry about it,” Logan responded, maintaining his professional smile. He kept his eyes trained on Colton’s face.
“Let’s have each other’s backs going forward.”
This was a strategy. It made sense. Colton was tired, he was losing momentum, and couldn’t keep up anymore. He wanted to mitigate the potential damages by trying to force Logan into some vague truce.
Colton straightened his posture, stretching his back a little, and Logan finally allowed his gaze drop. He looked at Colton’s bulging stomach, the button-down shirt practically pasted to it. His bellybutton looked a little more shallow somehow, or maybe Logan was just wishing it.
Colton followed his gaze and huffed. “And you’re right, I need to cut back on the fat-cakes.”
“Hey, don’t let anyone hear you talking about the product like that,” Logan joked.
“Everyone knows they’re a pinch of salt away from poison.”
As Colton walked off, Logan realized that the smile he was wearing was genuine. And he noticed the heat pooling low in his stomach, the way it always did when Colton was around.
There was no denying that Colton turned him on. It drove him nuts, this combination of hatred and attraction. But it was always the same. It was inevitable. And Logan needed to keep it together.
He knew the rules, and he always followed them. He could look, but not touch. He could manage that, at least. There was too much guilt and shame there. Look, don’t touch, that was the policy. Avoid complicating things any further.
-
Logan was late again the next day. Maybe he was the one who was falling apart.
He hadn’t slept much the night before. There’d been a lot of dreams of, of rather amorous things.
And despite attending the meeting, Logan wasn’t really there. Anytime the conversation was directed towards him, he strung together a vague, noncommittal response. A few others seemed to realize that he wasn’t paying attention, some throwing him looks. Colton finally peered at him with narrowed eyes, and for a beat he had that predatory look about him, the one he wore when Logan was weak. When Colton could tear him to pieces.
But then Colton glanced away, and any glimpse of the predator was replaced with that fidgety nerviness. He was prey now.
“Okay, that wraps things up. Thank you all for coming.” Roth closed out the meeting.
Then Colton stood.
Oh…god.
Logan wasn’t sure what had occurred between yesterday and now, but Colton had popped. His belly was rounder, fuller, even his bellybutton bulging out. He just looked pregnant.
Of course, there was potential for denial. Colton was looking troubled, biting his lip, folding his arms, kind of trying to hide it. Through the shuffling of papers and pleasantries, he met Logan’s eyes.
Oh, Logan was done for.
