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Intern, Part 9
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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 was flushed, panting, and looking rather wobbly backstage in the minutes preceding the conference. His body was positively crammed into the suit he had on. God, he was a cow. Even at that moment, as he nodded and listened to Corbin's instructions, he was stuffing handfuls of cheese-puffs into his mouth.
Corbin paused in his briefing, looking at Ryan in morbid fascination. "And then...and then you just tell them about the plans for June," Corbin resumed.
Ryan nodded some more, though he seemed completely out of it.
Jim swooped in. "Ready Smith?" He ushered the waddling Ryan towards the door that would lead to the platform outside, a swarm of reporters waiting beneath it.
Jim’s colleagues watched on with clear unease, but Jim remained cool and collected. Jim acted as though there was nothing out of the ordinary about this scenario. He patted Ryan’s shoulders then immediately regretted it. Ryan shuddered so forcefully he looked like he might collapse beneath his own weight.
"You've got this Smith," Jim said encouragingly.
Ryan nodded absently as he continued to stuff chips in his mouth. His face was sweating and he appeared to be in discomfort, yet he continued to eat, almost mechanically. Jim couldn't have been more pleased by the show of compulsion and gluttony.
"This is a great opportunity you've been offered, Smith. Don't mess this up." Jim couldn't help giving the belly a discreet pat, causing Ryan to groan. Jim turned the intern towards the door, holding onto his shoulders to make sure he didn't teeter over. The kid really did look ludicrous. As an afterthought, Jim snatched away the bag of chips, deriving a whine or protest from Ryan. Containing a smirk, Jim gently nudged the younger man forward.
Ryan waddled, hands moving to cup the underside of his huge mound.
As he struggled off towards the podium, Jim took his spot at the edge of the platform, Corbin and another executive joining him there shortly. The polite murmuring of the crowd died down and went utterly silent. People stared at Ryan in shock and confusion. The intern was positively bursting with Jim's babies.
Once Ryan completed his slow, arduous journey to the podium, he needed time to catch his breath, his belly heaving up and down with his gasps. The reporters and cameramen continued to look at him in mystification, some tentatively taking a photo or two. Others looked around as though they thought this was some bizarre mix-up.
Ryan was overwhelmed, just trying to maintain control of his body. As Jim watched, Ryan's mound actually shivered, the way Eli's did late in term. Ryan gave a grunt, pressing his swell harder into the podium. His tits were heaving. Jim had deliberately not drained them that morning so much as he had provoked them. Ryan was just struggling to keep everything contained.
The podium couldn't hide him. His belly was wider than it, and his tits were bulging over it. Everyone marveled at the rare sighting of a pregnant man, and this one was massive.
Ryan shifted his attention to the crowd of reporters. "Hello, my n-name is Ryan Smith," he spoke as clearly as he could, a muscle clenching jaw every now and then. He had placed his hands on the podium, but they twitched to move back down and clutch either side of his throbbing stomach. "And it is my p-pleasure to announce that the company will be going public when the market opens on Monday-nng—" He bit his lip and cut off a moan, the flush of his cheeks growing deeper. Things were really straining inside of him. Pushing, growing. Jim thought Ryan's white button-down shirt looked even tighter now than it had moments before, practically pasted to his body between all the sweat and tension. His nipples were bulging, even in the padded bra he had been fitted with. The bloated mounds had to be C-cups by then.
"We are very...very excited about this transition," Ryan continued breathlessly, then he just panted into the microphone, everything silent except for his gasping breaths, amplified by several loudspeakers. Ryan belatedly pulled back from the mic.
Abruptly, there was a fission of activity as everyone realized that this wasn't a mistake. This hugely pregnant young man was a representative of the company. In what role? they probably wondered. A spokesman? An executive? Flaunting the embarrassment of a male pregnancy (a huge one at that!), and at a televised press conference?
The cameras went off, clicking relentlessly, trying to catch Ryan at every angle as Ryan stood there in mortification.
"Any...any questions?" he practically entreated.
One reporter piped in, "What is your role with the company?"
Another asked, "Have you actually been working?Presently?"
"Mr. Smith, sir, excuse my forwardness but you are clearly with child. Is this a—a multiples pregnancy? Do men even have those?"
"What can you say on the stigma surrounding male pregnancy? It is usually kept so hidden in our society some don't even consider it to be real."
"God," Ryan whimpered. It was said under his breath but came out loud and clear because he had again neglected to pull away from the mic.
The irrelevant questions continued to assault Ryan at all angles. Ryan's nipples seemed to push even harder into his shirt, then the material dampened, and the yammering of questions became a cacophony.
Corbin looked at Jim, aghast, and Jim just rode out his growing arousal, and the thoughts of what he was going to do to the intern once Jim got him back to his apartment.
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All-fours was no longer an option. Ryan's belly now outspanned his knees, evidently. When Jim saw it, he nearly came untouched.
Ryan shifted to his ass on the mattress. "Too...big..." he puffed out, in just that maternity bra his tits were bulging over and a pair of straining briefs pushed low on his hips. His belly was perched on his spread thighs which moreso framed it than supported it.
Jim inhaled deeply. "Just...keep eating," he ordered, not that Ryan had ever stopped. Presently Ryan was working his way through a massive bowl of buttery ricotta-stuffed ravioli set beside him on the mattress. He ate with his bare hands, greasy as the dish was. It was disgusting. Slovenly. And god, it turned Jim on.
"Nghhh, it's stuffing me." Ryan grimaced, his hands moving to clutch his gargantuan abdomen, smearing it with butter. "The baby, its so...mgghhh..."
Jim finished undressing and joined him on the bed. "Try getting on your side." Because they were running out of plausible positions and Jim couldn't have been happier.
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This was what Jim had wanted. An up-close view of someone getting fat with his offspring. Getting to watch Ryan grow and grow. Jim was living out his fantasy. Ryan was his fantasy.
It was a week later and they were going through the motions at the office, Ryan under so much strain and struggle he looked like he could cry.
Everyone continued to be astonished by Ryan's advancing midsection. There seemed to be no end. People paused in their work and conversations to watch when Ryan waddled around, often arching and holding his back. Panting, sweating, even releasing a stray whimper at times. He was just trying to keep up.
That afternoon, Jim called Ryan down to his office.
Jim drank the intern in. He just couldn't get enough of the sight of him. Ryan slowly, gingerly made his way towards the seat opposite the desk. It was large and snug, and Jim had gotten it specifically for the intern's use.
Ryan eased himself down slowly, his huge belly dropping against his lap.
He cradled it with his hands, looking so weary and helpless. It was just so big. He was ripe and ready to blow.
Jim stood and approached, walking around the desk to stand before the intern. Ryan could already see what was coming. "No, I'm exhausted," he feebly protested.
Jim leaned down to him despite it. Getting on his knees was no longer an option. The mound was just too large; a plump divider. But there were always work-arounds.
"Oh god," Ryan breathed as Jim began to work his way through his shirt. Both nipples began to actually squirt, as though in anticipation.
Jim caught the flow then planted his lips against the warm, soft flesh. She circled his lips around a stiff, tender nipple and have a suck, filling his mouth with creamy milk that had a hint of sweetness. Ryan's body made this delicious treat. The intern's head fell back, his eyelids shuttering closed.
Jim paused to speak against Ryan's plump flesh. "I called you in to relax a minute or two. You looked really overwhelmed out there."
"Yeah," was Ryan's faint reply. Later he whispered, "Thanks," then gave a gasp and quavered.
Ryan was just so full of life. Literal life. Close to bursting with it, but he still tried to hold it all in.
When Jim finished drinking, he slid down to Ryan's belly, pressing his cheek against it, feeling the squirming movements. God, this was beautiful.
The mound gave a jump, causing Ryan's eyes to fly open, a grunt escaping his mouth, and Jim was again reminded of Eli.
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It was a few weeks later, and Jim couldn't help himself. He wanted to show Ryan off.
That was how Jim found himself having the poor kid summoned back to The Oven to deliver supposedly critical and time-sensitive files.
It was the weekend, but in a true show of dedication, desperation, and perhaps some self-deprecation, Ryan agreed to the task.
Everyone marveled in shock, awe, and hunger. Patrons froze to stare, practically drooling. Some immediately tried to order Ryan for a private show. Dancers looked on in bemusement, whispering to each other, trying to figure out who the new kid was.
A young man named Ricky was the first to greet Ryan. Ricky was about seven months along and wore a permanent impish grin. "Joined in a little late there..." Ricky's eyes darted down to Ryan's huge swell. "...but welcome to the family. Wow, you're the biggest one I've seen since Eli dropped. Maybe bigger." His eyes drank Ryan in.
Ryan was panting, holding onto his wall with one hand while the other clasped the side of his huge gut. He was continuously preoccupied with the activity going on in his body. "No I...I'm not an employee," he managed, causing Ricky's expression to cycle from amused, to confused, then just baffled. "I...I'm looking for James Hoch—ohhhh..." Ryan grunted and instinctively arched, shoving his belly even farther outward. It shivered, just the way Eli's would at late term, Ryan groaning and sweating, arching his back so hard, it was like he just wanted to pop it. His shirt strained at the chest, the diamonds of skin visible between the buttons growing until it looked like the shirt would tear right open to make way for the bloated D-cups currently housing Jim's lunch.
"James Hoch?" said Ricky belatedly, once he had managed to stop staring. "Oh, you mean Jimmy. He mentioned he was expecting someone. Wait, are you one of his?"
"I...what?" Ryan panted, flushed and dazed.
"He's over there." Ricky pointed at where Jim stood at the entry to the corridor only ten feet away, past several bodies milling about, employees balancing trays with drinks, the regulars in their suits, collars open and ties undone.
Both Ryan and Ricky caught Jim's eye. Jim nodded and motioned down the hallway. He made sure Ryan was following before he made his way towards the staff room. Jim opened the door and waited for Ryan to waddle his way over.
When they walked inside, Jim was assaulted with the aroma of food. Ryan's rapt attention was on the buffet. He didn't even seem to notice the half dozen dancers occupying the room, all of them staring at him.
"You should eat," Jim suggested.
Ryan's gaze snapped up. "If I take one bite I'm gonna burst out of my shirt," he hissed, half panicked half mortified.
Jim offered the faintest smirk. "It wouldn't be a bad thing," he said quietly so only Ryan could hear. Or perhaps Ryan didn't hear him at all. His belly gave a sharp jump, causing Ryan to grip onto Jim's arm. It throbbed visibly. It must have been the size of a beachball. His belly button was huge and shudderingas it jutted in Ryan's extremely tight button-down.
"So much…movement," Ryan just about wheezed. He leaned more heavily on Jim, huge gut pressing into him. Jim could see the dancers muttering amongst themselves, still goggling Ryan, and he felt a strange smugness. Yes, he thought. One of mine.
