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Intern, Part 10
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Summary: Jim hooks up with one of the male interns. Not that the intern remembers. Both were pretty drunk that night. And whenever Jim has sex with someone, he always gets them pregnant, often with multiples—rare though male pregnancy may be. Jim knows that he should probably come clean, but he’d much rather watch his young intern rapidly “bloom” while struggling with his increasing job duties and figuring out what is going on with his body. Contains: Male: pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, butt expansion, and possibly more.
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Ryan finally had a job offer.
It just wasn’t the job he wanted, or even the company he wanted to be employed with.
Dirkman, the head honcho at The Oven had offered Ryan an exorbitant sum to put on one show. It was more money than Ryan had ever even made in a year.
The offer had been dizzyingly appealing. Ryan had just barely managed to resist it.
After all, it was a lot of cash; cash that he desperately needed. Even after going home, Ryan’s thoughts lingered on taking the offer. It wouldn’t last forever. After Ryan’s pregnancy ended, the offer would be null, obviously.
But it would be too humiliating. And public. If Ryan actually went through with doing a show—whatever that would entail—his professional career aspirations would go down the drain.
Not that they were going anywhere in the meantime.
The internship was the usual torturous monotony of doing mundane tasks and dealing with his massive pregnancy. For the past few weeks, Jim had been hinting that a job offer was on the horizon, but Ryan had received nothing so far. And at times Ryan suspected Jim was just stringing him along, keeping Ryan around the office, because Jim was terribly into this, and Ryan was desperate enough to still have hopes for employment.
Ryan had stopped letting Jim fuck him. Ryan was too scared of getting induced. It probably wouldn’t be a bad thing, Ryan just needed more time. He couldn’t support a baby. Not now. He just needed to figure this thing out.
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Ryan had put all the preggos at the club to shame last week. And by now, he was definitely larger than Eli had ever been. Far larger.
There was so much movement. Jim could see Ryan’s belly shiver at work while Ryan was feebly trying to act composed. People didn’t even try to be discreet in their stares anymore. Ryan’s belly was like a bolder protruding from his slim body.
Ryan had to take discreet and frequent breaks. He could hardly get by without them.
“I’m huge,” Ryan confided that afternoon as he leaned on the wall of Jim’s office, clutching what he could reach of his shuddering gut. Lately his pants seemed tighter, and his ass bigger, like his body was getting ready for what was to come. “And I’m not even due,” Ryan gasped out.
Not yet, but he was getting close.
Jim had stopped fucking Ryan. Didn’t want to induce him. It was the way male pregnancies typically ended. Someone—often the father—would fuck the needy, panting preggo and trigger labor. Birth was natural. Cesareans were possible, but they had a much higher mortality rate than with women, and were scarcely recommended. Something about blood vessels and bleeding risk. Men weren’t designed for this, after all.
Jim had heard that pregnant men could feel when it was time. They would get even hotter and hornier than they already were, though who really knew. The rumor could have just been made up by guys as perverted as Jim was.
“Sit down,” said Jim, motioning to the chair in front of his desk.
It proved a process. First Ryan stared wearily at the chair, then he managed to peel himself off the wall. His face contorted as he struggled with his weight, lumbering over in a slow waddle. He slowly eased his ass down, belly sinking heavily on his thighs. It was massive. It overfilled the kid’s lap, shelving his breasts and pushing them high, while shoving into the arms of the chair, like it was outgrowing the chair the way it had Ryan’s flanks.
Just seeing him like this, slumped, practically buried by his huge mound, made Jim wonder where Ryan got the energy or strength to heave it up and tote it around. The belly must have been seriously imposing on Ryan’s mobility by then. Hell, there might be a day in the near future when Ryan simply wouldn’t be able to get out of bed.
God, that was hot. Just the thought of it made Jim want to give up on his abstinence from fucking Ryan’s brains out.
Ryan was continuously growing, changing, and just getting hotter. His massive belly wasn’t even the extent of it. He had a plump ass sticking out behind him, and the engorged D-cups straining his shirt were always so enticing. Ryan’s areola was puffy, nipples long and thick, really sticking out in his shirt to an obscene level.
But the best part was how Ryan tried to bear it. How he diligently came into the office every week day, struggling to contain his grunts of discomfort. He would take bathroom breaks just to moan, sweat, and gasp for breath. His belly would quaver and jump as Ryan struggled his way through conversations about quota and deadlines.
He was practically staggering by the end of the day, sometimes clutching the underside of his mound if the office had emptied out. He was in extreme discomfort yet constantly aroused. Jim could see the hints of the erection Ryan was struggling to keep hidden. Ryan’s belly served as a distraction and overhang, but Jim was not one to miss the bulge in the groin of the intern’s pants.
Ryan’s belly would actually bump into things, as though Ryan could no longer judge how far the protrusion spanned. It would bounce on tables or knock over coffee cups. Often it would shove into another person, who in response, would give Ryan a startled look, and Ryan would go red in mortification.
Ryan was truly struggling to handle the weight of it. Recently, Jim had seen Ryan unconsciously rest his belly against things, like a decorative table or a supervisor’s desk while handing over a report, just trying to take the weight off his back if only for a few moments.
Later that afternoon, Jim sat in on a meeting between Ryan and Corbin.
“Smith, I’m glad you could meet with me,” said Corbin as Ryan tried to ease himself down into one of the chairs across from Corbin’s desk. To Jim’s delight, Ryan couldn’t quite fit. He was too wide, belly jabbing against the arms, body unable to sink through. Instead Ryan was forced to sit on the very edge, looking breathless, red, embarrassed, and ready to pitch right over. He tried his best to breath evenly as he gave Corbin a polite nod.
Corbin visibly swallowed as his eyes racked over Ryan’s body. He looked intimidated by the sheer absurdity of the intern’s dimensions. “You’ve been an intern here for a few months, and you’ve done great work, Smith. I just wanted to thank you personally for all the headway you’ve made on—”
“I’m being fired, aren’t I?” Ryan blurted.
Corbin froze. He shot a look at Jim who remained completely neutral.
“It’s this pregnancy,” Ryan puffed out.
“No—why—of course not—” Corbin babbled.
“I swear I didn’t know when I took the position,” said Ryan. “I—it’ll be over soon, and everything will be better. I’ll be better.”
Corbin appeared increasingly panicked. “Smith, can you give us a minute?”
Ryan blinked and began to fumble to find the best position to heave himself up.
“On second thought, you stay. If you’ll excuse us for just a moment.” Corbin motioned for Jim to follow him. The two walked across the hall into Jim’s office.
“This thing has a lawsuit written all over it,” said Jim as he took his seat.
“Fuck,” his Corbin, dropping to the small couch along the wall. “We should have cut him loose earlier.”
“Not sure that would have made a difference,” said Jim.
“So what do we do?” said Corbin. “He a fucking blimp! And look at the teats on him!”
Jim’s lip twitched. “We wait it out,” he calmly responded. “We can’t fire him anytime soon.”
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“I have to be honest with you Smith,” said Jim later that week. “We have a job offer for you in the works. You’re so close.” He watched Ryan practically salivate and Jim loved seeing the panic that followed.
“Close?” Ryan managed. “What is causing the hesitancy?” He was clearly dreading the answer.
“Off the record, Smith?”
Ryan nodded.
“The company is anticipating your maternity leave. They don’t want to hire you just for you to disappear for half a year. Or longer.”
“I’m committed to this job,” Ryan insisted. “I don’t even need a leave. You could just write it out of my contract.”
Jim smiled slowly. “The other executives will be pleased to hear this.”
And suddenly Ryan had a job and a small office.
He tried to step up his professionalism with a number of custom-made button-down shirts, ones that he hadn’t outgrown yet and didn’t have his flesh bulging out between straining buttons. But they framed his body all the same, showed off every curve—this wasn’t avoidable. Unless he opted to start wearing circus tents, his belly would be prominent in anything he donned.
The outfit was completed with a pair of maternity trousers and a blazer around his shoulders that looked ridiculously small, as it had no hope of buttoning around Ryan’s body. He just looked ludicrous and Jim was loving every moment of it.
Unconsciously, Ryan was rubbing, cupping, and just pawing at his belly, trying to quell the relentless discomfort. It was getting low on his hips, and Jim knew it was time. Ryan was due, and his fluster only seemed to intensify.
Ryan seemed like he was practically in heat.
His face was perpetually red and sweaty, and he was not only breathless, but panting audibly at any given moment. He was on the cusp of tears between all the strain and pressure. His belly only seemed to be shifting lower, making Ryan’s gait all the more awkward. His breasts had gone up another cup size, and his nipples were swollen more than ever before. He was also having frequent leaks at the office, shirts dampening. He could no longer contain the influx of milk.
Sometimes he would be seen rubbing his hips or ass with the heels of his hands, trying to massage the growing discomfort of the babies demanding escape. They were shifting into position, preparing to make their way out of him.
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“I want you to run the next quarterly meeting,” Jim said during a visit to Ryan’s small office. It would have been comfortable, but seemed cramped with Ryan in it, squeezed behind his small desk, barely fitting in his seat. His belly pressed the edge of the desk, separating Ryan from it by almost his arms-length. Jim fleetingly wondered how Ryan was capable of getting any work done at all. He was inclined to stay and watch, but tried to stay on task. “I stuck my neck out for you and the executives want to know you can perform.”
“Okay. Of course.” It was probably dizzying, Jim’s fluctuations between being the boss and being the fuck-buddy, but Ryan just followed Jim’s lead.
“You sure you can handle this, Smith?”
“Yes,” Ryan said, though it sounded like a question.
“I’ll have all the details sent to your inbox. Meeting’s next Monday. Don’t mess this up.”
How could he not? He was due with multiples, about to burst, exhausted, overwhelmed, and now had to host the biggest meeting of his career thus far.
Jim was looking forward to this.
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It was admittedly hard to focus.
Ryan found himself continuously fidgeting in his seat, shifting his hips, actually grinding his ass into his chair, because he was so horny and desperate, and needed someone to pop him already.
He felt as though he was just inflating now. His breasts were DDD-cups and only growing. His ongoing struggle to contain the contents of his tits now seemed to extend to his belly. He couldn’t believe how massive it had grown. Reluctantly, he admitted to himself, that it certainly couldn’t just be one. He was having multiples.
It still baffled Ryan how one mistake had morphed him from a fit young man to this weird maternal machine. It had changed his life completely. And he didn’t know what to do. His problems were only compounding.
“Nghhhh…” Ryan cupped at a roll of movement where he was sprawled awkwardly on his living room couch, his belly throbbing slowly like some sleeping creature atop him.
As scared as he was at the prospect of becoming the owner of real life baby humans, he didn’t think he could take much more of this. He needed to give birth, but he was putting it off again. Now he just needed to get through this meeting next Monday. After this meeting, he could focus on ending this pregnancy.
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Kompera
Glad you enjoyed :D
Jay Kane
Loving this story! Can't wait for the next update!
