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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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Unlike the other staff members, Cam’s outfit was white. His huge belly was perched against his lap as his navel pressed into the table edge. He covered his mouth as he hiccupped, cheeks reddening. “The staff breakfast was great this morning,” he told Mr. Oharo with a nervous smile. He seemed embarrassed in his own skin.

“I hope you left room for dessert,” Mr. Oharo responded as he fondly pet the swell.

Cam’s blush deepened. “Of course.” He looked so young. Practically a kid. He had to be in his early twenties as most.

Cam reached out for some of the greasy pastries, and with a sort of grace but little ceremony, he began to shove them into his mouth.

He ate quickly and efficiently, as if he had fine-tuned the ritual. One pastry after the next was stuffed into his mouth whole. He chewed only as much as he needed to before swallowing. He did this all in a rapid, repetitive cycle. His cheeks grew full and round as they bulged with food, yet he never slowed. Logan was reminded of a professional eating contestant he had glimpsed once on the local news.

Logan watched the pile of Goop’ms gradually descend as he sat there unmoving, attention frozen on the boy. Logan felt his composure degrade with every pastry Cam consumed, as Cam squished each one whole between his lips. He was a machine, never slowing or stopping, just packing the food in, stuffing his belly. Yet Cam was already so huge, so full and tight. He was pushing his body to its limits right there as Logan, Colton, and Mr. Oharo spectated the bizarre performance.

Suddenly a hum escaped Cam’s throat, his eyes shuttering closed as he paused with his mouth still full. His belly then actually trembled, causing him to grunt and squirm, clutching the side of the swell.

“Easy there,” said Mr. Oharo as he pet the bump again in idle amusement.

Cam audibly gulped down the food in his mouth. Then he gave another hum, almost a grunt, though he tried to maintain his composure. Cam’s nostrils flared as he breathed heavily, lips pressed closed and his belly heaving. Logan didn’t know how the kid kept it all down. Maybe he was used to this.

“Just…a minute…” Cam forced out, his face flushed as sweat formed on his brow. Suddenly his hands flew to his mouth just before a belch erupted from his throat. “S-sorry!” he stammered, looking panicked.

Mr. Oharo was clearly displeased. “You know I want you to sample everything,” he muttered.

“Of c-course,” Cam managed. His face was twisted, eyes almost wincing shut as he fidgeted, as though trying not to arch, fighting against the compulsion to push his belly out. But then he was, arching, pushing it forward, trying to relieve the discomfort, and his belly, it was shifting out…growing? Was it growing? He gave another hum but Logan knew he wanted to groan.

Cam’s hand fumbled to grab up take another pastry. He attempted a smile as he started eating again, one pastry after another. Shoving them down before he could stop himself, and before his body could register that it was just too much. Impressively, he finished off the plate of Goop’ms, and began to rapidly demolish the other pastry varieties.

It was an obscene show of gluttony. It was simply disgusting. And yet it was fucking erotic.

Cam’s jumpsuit looked even tighter now, buttons straining, his belly almost pulsating as it was packed with more and more food. His speed was only increasing as he ate almost frantically, desperate to get everything down before he just couldn’t anymore. Logan was almost scared that the kid would hurt himself. He was stuffing his body beyond capacity.

Then finally, Cam finished.

Composure fractured, Cam was panting open-mouthed. He cut off any grunt or groan by pressing his lips together, his face crumpling. It seemed that presentation was important here. There was not one smear of icing on his face, not a crumb spilt on the table.

Mr. Oharo reached up to wipe one of the tears that had formed in the corner of the young man’s eye. “Excellent, Cam. Now stand up and let us know what you think.”

A vein had risen on Cam’s forehead. His face was red, chest heaving, and belly positively shuddering.

Logan didn’t think it was possible, but Cam started to get up. He fumbled to get his feet beneath him, before pressing them into the floor. He gripped the edge of the table tightly, and with clear effort, heaved himself up to standing.

“Nnnn…fuhh…” he groaned, clutching his belly with one hand while gripping the chair with the other. The mound was shifting, pushing forward, growing right before their eyes. Logan’s jaw was hanging. Wet stains blossomed on the chest of Cam’s jumpsuit. Was he lactating?

Mr. Oharo frowned. “Don’t be rude, Cam.”

“Yes s-sir,” Cam gasped out. “Sorry.”

Mr. Oharo wasn’t nearly satisfied with the apology, but he sighed and nodded, “How was the product?”

“T-they like it,” Cam managed, his voice nearly a sob. “The b-babies. They like it very m-much.” His belly throbbed forward another inch, causing him to unintentionally groan and hunch, clutching it.

Logan had never been so hard in his life.

“Hmmm,” said Mr. Oharo, looking off thoughtfully. “Thank you, Cam. That is all.”

“It was nice to m-meet you,” Cam said, meeting Logan’s, and then Colton’s, stunned gazes.

Logan sputtered, “Right — of c-course. A p-pleasure.”

Colton opened his mouth as though to respond, but could produce no words. Frankly, he looked horrified.

Mr. Oharo gave a backhanded wave. Several servers appeared instantly to flank Cam then guide him off, through a door near the register that seemed to lead deeper into the building. For a moment, Logan and Colton sat in stunned silence.

Mr. Oharo clapped his hands together, snapping them both out of their reveries. “You have received high praise from Cam.”

There was another bout of silence, Logan and Colton just staring at him. Logan knew they were being rude. Parting his dry lips, he tried to think of something to say.

“He’s very young,” Colton forced out.

“Yes, Cam is almost twenty. He has changed so much these past couple of months. You know young people. Always going out, partying. I suppose not anymore.” Oharo looked amused.

“When…when is he due?” Logan managed.

“In about a month.”

“What!?” Colton snapped.

Logan and Oharo turned to him in surprise of the outburst.

“I – I mean –” Colton fumbled. He cleared his throat. “I would just think…s-sooner.”

“Yes, Cam is quite plump,” Mr. Oharo said with that fond smile of his. “He has such an appetite. The babies are quite large.”

“Babies?” said Colton weakly.

“Oh yes, multiples. Do you know it is extremely rare? A multiples pregnancy in a man is practically unheard of.” Oharo’s smile broadened. “Yes, it is a precious gift. Pregnant men come from all over the world to work at my cafés and be part of this community. Cam is our top employee here. Soon his pregnancy will come to an end but he is already interested in having more.”

Colton swallowed, looking disturbed, and Logan just couldn’t sit still anymore.

He stood up, making sure to use his briefcase to conceal his very prominent erection. “Can you direct me to the bathroom?”

Oharo pointed him in the direction of the lavatory, but once Logan disappeared into the throngs of customers, he veered off towards the door Cam had been escorted through.

He didn’t know why, or what he intended to do, but Logan found himself slipping inside.

He stepped into a dimly-lit corridor lined with rooms. A few were labeled with the names of staff members and management — their offices, he presumed. Other rooms were unlabeled. At the end of the hall, there was a sign that read CAFETERIA that pointed towards an adjacent corridor, which was odd. A café having its own staff cafeteria seemed paradoxical somehow. Logan spotted what had to be a break room, which was devoid of any staff at this busy hour but had several industrial refrigerators, a large sink with counters, some cabinets, and a couple of vending machines as well. Beyond a closed door, Logan could hear a couple of people discussing some bookkeeping issues, voices rising as things edged towards an argument. Two more doors down, there were chattering voices. Logan curiously approached the unlabeled room. The door was ajar. Surreptitiously, he peeked inside.

It was a dressing room, judging by the various uniforms and costumes hanging on racks outlining the room. There were a couple of counters along a wall, each with a mirror and styling chair, like in a barber shop or beauty salon. Cam was seated at one of them with two somewhat older men standing over him, talking.

“Stop sweating,” ordered the guy on the right who was dressed in a tight speed suit as he tried to adorn Cam with some guyliner to match his own. He had a cute little baby bump, though nothing noteworthy. His hair was really, really blonde, and Logan couldn’t deny how sexy it looked.

“And stay put. Stop fidgeting,” said the guy on the left, who was wearing some long johns low on his hips as he smoothed Cam’s hair. With his lean torso, he did not appear pregnant, but he had an insanely fat rack—the biggest tits Logan had ever seen on a guy. The cantaloupe-sized jugs were practically spilling out of the bandeau he had on.

Both men looked to be in their mid to late twenties. They were hastily trying to clean up Cam’s disheveled appearance.

Cam was huffing and puffing like he was doing lamaze. He was still flushed, still struggling to catch his breath. His hands were desperately rubbing circles on the huge belly perched in his lap. They had changed his outfit, Logan realized. It was a similar jumpsuit, but this one looked stretchier.

“And don’t you dare leak again,” Blondie warned Cam. “I can’t believe you did that in front of Mr. Oharo and his guests. Hold it in! We want those puppies looking ready to pop. You have to be back out in fifteen to serve whatshisname.”

“It’s that local governor, Sano or whoever,” the guy with the Jugs said. “Mr. Oharo wants to butter him up, maybe get a tax break.”

“Let’s pray Cam doesn’t mess this one up.”

“I’m just hoping he doesn’t bust another uniform.”

Cam groaned, his face contorting as his belly jumped. “Nrrgghhh…goddd…” He clutched it like he was trying to contain the pressure, but it popped forward at least an inch, and then another! Cam arched and whined, but Blondie quickly covered his mouth, muffling him.

“Jesus, Cam!” Jugs hissed. “Quiet down! And get those babies under control!”

Cam’s breasts were bubbling against his neckline, flesh bulging and outgrowing it. His belly pulsed again then there was a snapping noise. Logan could see where a button had popped off at the front of Cam’s jumpsuit, a hole growing as the fabric strained and several more buttons snapped in quick succession.

“Dammit, Cam,” said Jugs as Blondie let go of Cam’s mouth to throw his arms up in disbelief.

Cam was back to huffing and puffing, eyes panicked as he struggled to breathe and his belly crept outward, advancing, swelling.

“What does Oharo expect us to do with this?” Blondie groused as he motioned irritably to Cam’s struggling form. “He does this every time. Stuffs Cam like a pig and then we have to clean him up.”

“Well Cam is the favorite.” Jugs rolled his eyes. “Top employee since he hit six months and couldn’t fit into any of the largest-sized uniforms.”

“I just can’t stand that he gets paid more than us.”

“You know he could eat both of us under a table.” They continued to talk about Cam as though he wasn’t even there.

“Can’t wait till it’s his time to squat,” said Blondie, patting Cam’s belly while leaning down to offer Cam a wicked grin. “You’ve got your work cut out for you, big guy. Looking forward to it?”

Cam groaned again. The jumpsuit tore more till his bare belly was sticking out through the opening.

“This has to be some record or something,” Jugs said, idly snapping a picture of Cam’s belly with his smart phone. “I mean just look at him. Fucking huge. He can barely even walk. How far is the boss gonna push him?”

“Not our problem. Just get Pablo on the phone. Cam’s not gonna fit into anything we have on hand and it’s gonna be our asses if he’s not back out there by the time Sato gets here.”

“Sano.”

“Just get on the phone.” Blondie lightly shoved Jugs who rolled his eyes and dutifully walked off, tits bobbing. Then Blondie leaned down to the dazed Cam again. “Jesus fuck, you’re a blimp. What do you need, superstar? A drink? A snack?”

Logan didn’t want to tear his eyes away but he knew he had been gone for far too long. Regretfully, he backed away, his intense state of arousal having only exacerbated.

He made a stop in the lavatory where, practically untouched, he had one of the most powerful orgasms of his life. Even afterwards, feeling warm and heavy, he couldn’t help thinking about how hot this all was. Images of Cam groaning and arching as he swelled left Logan slumped on the stall wall, feeling helpless with desire.

Logan tried his best to stamp those thoughts down. He needed to focus. So he exited the stall, washed his hands, and straightened up his clothes. Wiping some sweat off his brow, he returned to the café.

As he approached the table, Logan put on a politely neutral expression. He was surprised to see a fresh platter of pastries set there, Colton staring at it with uneasiness.

These were not Boddims pastries. These ones actually looked appetizing. They were more of the fancy breads, cakes, creampuffs, and éclairs the servers had brought over to the table earlier.

Rather famished after his little self-care session, Logan reached out to grab one, but yelped as Mr. Oharo slapped his hand aside.

“Apologies Mr. Graham,” said Mr. Oharo, not bothering to look at Logan. “I know this meeting was informal, but your colleague here has proven quite savvy. I am particularly interested in Mr. Stevens’s opinion of our products.” His attention was focused on Colton.

It took Logan’s brain a moment to compute what was going on.

The platter of pastries was nowhere near the size of even the one platter of Goop’ms Cam had consumed, but it was still quite a lot for one person. There had to be close to two dozen desserts. They weren’t cheap, not like the Goop’ms, but they looked sweet and heavy all the same.

Logan’s gaze shifted to Colton who was contemplating the food, looking terribly, terribly troubled. Mr. Oharo wanted him to gorge the pastries the way Cam had consumed the Goop’ms. He wanted him to stuff them down; fill his belly. And he wanted Colton to start blowing up just the way Cam was. The shock of this realization went straight to Logan’s cock.