Shark, Part 18 - Female Version (Patreon)

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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: Female: pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, lactation, multiples, weight gain, stuffing.

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Kat could not escape the dreaded annual company retreat. All the top company executives were expected to attend. Kat needed to be among their ranks. Last year, one of the senior vice presidents, Peter Thomas, had skipped out because he’d had a sick kid at home. Recently, Kat had heard that Peter was now working stock at a convenience store a few streets down from her penthouse on Main.

Kat felt as though she was constantly at work, and thus perpetually uncomfortable, feeling smothered in all the layers she was wearing. She swore she must have looked seven months pregnant by then! She felt itchy and sweaty, her appetite insatiable, and her bladder always seeming to be compressed.

She hated rural areas with a burning passion, yet that was precisely where this conference had brought her. The main Boddims factory was hidden away in some dying town in the boonies, several hours’ drive outside of the city, run by peasant folk with bad teeth.

Kat never once put down her huge purse, still using it to cover up her swell. Her blouse was damp with sweat beneath the amorphous blazer she had buttoned over it. The sheer act of existing had become truly annoying to her. She absolutely hated being pregnant! And what the hell had Logan put in her!? She was starting to look like a cow! Her belly gurgled, her lips twisting as she hugged her purse closer against her torso.

In nearby seats, some people threw her glances.

Kat couldn’t take it anymore. The latest speech was going into its second hour. The heat was stifling, and her stiff clothing felt awful on her sensitive form.

She stood, drawing even more curious looks.

“Bathroom,” she mouthed as she forced a smile, edging her way out of the row of cheap folding chairs. Thankfully she only had to pass two people to the right of her before she made it to the aisle. She made her way out of the conference.

But perhaps wandering around a factory by oneself wasn’t the best of ideas. Kat quickly got turned around by all the identical passages. In every room she peeked into, she encountered macabre machinery or puzzled laborers. She was starting to wonder if the workers just shat outside, since there didn’t seem to be any restrooms. Not that she needed one, it had just seemed like the most reasonable excuse for stepping out.

She turned a corner and encountered a person she would have preferred not to.

“Kat?” Logan greeted her, glancing up from his phone. Slacking off, as usual. “Why aren’t you in the conference?”

“Why aren’t you bleeding out in a dumpster?” Kat countered. “I guess we all have unfulfilled desires.”

“Oh, you fulfilled mine.”

Her jaw clenched.

“How’s…” As Logan hesitated, trying to keep his cool, she saw the flicker of a smile, and there was nothing but cruelty there. “How’s the baby?”

“Fuck off,” said Kat hotly.

“Still thinking about getting rid of it?” He was taunting her. The nerve! “You know it would get out. Roger’s just so conservative. He’d never tolerate that sort of thing.”

Kat’s inhaled deeply. Logan wasn’t worth her time or energy. She started to walk past him, but he grabbed her shoulder.

“You look good,” he remarked.

“You look like you want to get tased.”

He released her arm but chuckled condescendingly. “Seriously, how are my kiddos doing in there? Taking good care of them, aren’t you?

The. Fucking. Audacity.

Her hand twitched to strike him, but Kat knew that if she assaulted anymore of her colleagues, she would be facing of a demotion, at the very least. She gave Logan her most hateful, most withering look, before she marched off, turning a corner, and storming through the first door she found.

She breathed deeply, looking around. More machinery, but no workers this time. And it wasn’t too sketchy – just a conveyor belt with some metal barrels suspended over it.

Kat dumped her purse on the floor, belly rumbling and gurgling. God, it was so embarrassing. She was just grateful that her stomach had been relatively quiet during her confrontation with Logan. She truly hated everything about her condition. There wasn’t a maternal bone in her body!

Kat took a few more moments to allow her breathing to even out. Once she was confident that she had gathered her composure (at least partly), she turned back to the door and tried to open it.

It was locked.

Kat tried the doorknob again, shaking it in frustration. She started banging on the door, shouting for aid, but then she abruptly stopped at the thought that Logan might hear her, and that he might be her savior. It was too intolerable a notion to even risk. So Kat stepped away. She would much rather be stuck here.

She huffed and leaned back against the door.

Kat found herself studying the mechanism of the factory equipment. There were half a dozen barrels, the tops of them disappearing into the ceiling. They were connected to each other by tubing. There was a hose protruding from the bottom of each, pointed down at the conveyor belt.

Kat read the faded lettering on one of the barrels. READY BATTER, it said.

The barrels had condensation on the surface. Kat knew that they each had to be at least partway full.

She didn’t know how many minutes she stood there stubbornly, her belly bubbling and grumbling as hunger pains started to assail her. A sweet smell flowed through the room, causing her to unconsciously salivate.

Kat was a high ranking executive. She practically ran things here. Though she wasn’t sure how that translated to her getting provided with food at that moment, let alone cake batter.

Yet the combined craving and hunger was overpowering. She wished she had a way to just taste it. Health standards were high; they were critical here. But Kat was a clean person. And it wasn’t as though anyone would find out about her potential tampering. This was just a fantasy anyway, getting a taste of the sweet batter in some random room in this maze of a factory. Kat doubted that there would even be a way to actually gain access…

She found herself walking forward, toward the conveyor belt, reaching out, extending herself to the point of discomfort, her fingers just barely able to reach the tip of the first hose dangling from the barrels. Somehow she took hold of one, pulling at it, and it actually descended. She pulled it further, so that it came right down to her face. She puffed out a breath, rather stunned by how easy it had been. The smell of the vanilla batter only grew more potent. Her fingers wrapped around the plastic nozzle. How could she get it out?

The answer to that question became obvious once she spotted the large buttons on the adjacent wall at shoulder level. She had seen them before but hadn’t paid them much attention. Red and green. Off and on.

Kat hesitated, then walked toward the buttons. The hose followed her, extending further with clicking noises. Kat assumed it was retractable. She could put everything back in order once she tasted the batter, and no one would find out. Kat assumed that the product wasn’t finished anyway. It would probably taste too bland or oily, or have chunky bits in it. She grimaced at the thought.

Just a taste.

Her palm pressed against the broad green button. A thick, beige-colored batter immediately started to squish out of the hose, splattering onto the floor. Eyes widening, Kat quickly stuck the nozzle between her lips. Batter filled her mouth at a steady pace.

It was delicious. Perhaps more delicious than the pastries themselves—this unfinished, highly-concentrated version of them. Kat hummed in satisfaction as she continued to drink it down.

This was exactly what she had needed. The batter was soft and sweet, oily and creamy. The nozzle was the perfect size for her to cradle between her lips, the flow steady but not overwhelming, enough for her to gulp at a comfortable rhythm.

Hunger pains went away almost immediately, yet her appetite remained strong, her desire only growing. Her eyelids fluttered down, and Kat did not know how long she stood there, hungrily consuming. She leaned back on the wall, knees growing weak, and her stomach filling. She knew that she could press the red button at any moment, but she just didn’t. She couldn’t.

She wanted more.

She inhaled sharply through her nose in the seconds she could manage, when she didn’t have to gulp, when her cheeks weren’t overly full and close to spilling. It wasn’t too much. She could handle it.

Her legs were getting tired, her body growing lethargic. Kat looked around and hesitated, not wanting to sit on the floor, especially not with the uncomfortable dimensions of her swollen body.

She shuffled over to the conveyor belt, making sure to gulp consistently, as the batter continued to flow. The belt was as motionless as it had been when she had entered the room. This part of the factory was not being utilized right now. Kat pressed her ass back against the belt, struggling to heave herself onto it. She eventually managed to get on, her feet kicking out at air. It wasn’t excessively high, it just felt like being on a chair that was slightly too big for her.

It felt good to be sitting down. She still didn’t have back support, but she made do, pressing her hand against the belt to lean on her wrist, her other hand still cradling the nozzle in her mouth as she indulged.

She felt like she should stop by then. She knew she was pushing things, but her appetite was just relentless. It felt like she was a machine, her only purpose being to consume. It was like she was a peon to the demands of this insatiable creature inside of her.

Her stomach was no longer gurgling from hunger, but now gurgling from fullness. She couldn’t win. She felt full and tight, her skin flushed and dewy, her body packed with the concentrated fat and sugar she was forcing into it. It was just so good.

She would have taken a break, but it seemed like too much effort to get off the conveyor belt, press the button, and stand there on legs that too felt weak to support her.

She would just have to push through. Whatever that meant. Her back was aching terribly. She needed better support than her awkward position perched there.

Kat hesitated, then leaned back. She lowered herself against the conveyor belt, so that she was fully reclined. The weight of her belly against her was uncomfortable, but it was far preferable to the position she had been in before.

Her free hand absently rubbed over her swollen abdomen. God, she was tight. But the warmth was nice, filling her inside out, spreading from her core to the tips of her toes and fingers. The tension was only growing, pushing and tightening, progressing from uncomfortable to unbearable. Yet it was a sensation she craved somehow. It was like something deep and internal, something fundamental to her being, urging her to keep eating. Keep consuming. Grow more.

“Mmghh…” She was wet. The pressure on her loins — fuck, how could she be getting off from this? Kat whimpered as she gazed at the tanks above her, her mind drifting back to the reality of that moment, her lying there, in the factory, illegally contaminating food product out of sheer greed.

She shifted, wincing. Her belly felt like a tight ball, yet she was still filling it more. She had to stop. She had to get up and turn this thing off.

Kat tried to get up, but nearly choked on her latest gulp because she was too tight and it was painful. Her body felt round and inflexible. God, what had she done? She tried to move, more gingerly this time, when suddenly a mechanical hum filled the room. To Kat’s shock, the conveyor belt started to move.

She proceeded with it, the belt pushing her toward a large square hole in the wall that went into a different part of the factory. She drank blankly, now by impulse, feeling like a small child as she stared on toward whatever fate awaited her. Where did the passage go? Fuck, would she fit? Should she jump off the belt? What if—?

Before Kat could even make a decision, she was proceeding through the square, her clothes snagging on the edges, her skin scraping, and her belly just managing to fit through with the rest of her. Her heart was racing, and she finally released the hose – not by conscious decision, but because it ran out of length and was plucked from her lips.

Her belly was a throbbing, tight ball, the discomfort making her wince. She didn’t know where the conveyor belt was taking her until she saw, deep into the new room, that she was proceeding toward a pool built into the ground. It was full of a white substance.

“Shit!” Kat cried, having no time to react as she was thrown into a vat of icing.

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