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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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Logan knew that they truly, desperately, wanted this deal to work out. But Mr. Oharo couldn’t actually expect Kat to —

Kat lifted a pastry. She shot Logan glare, as though this was somehow his fault. And as she brought it towards her lips, Logan realized that there was little she wouldn’t do to advance her career.

“I can’t deny that I’m interested in your foreign manufacturing techniques,” Mr. Oharo went on casually. “It’s clearly more efficient, but is the quality comparable?”

“Kim seems to think so,” Logan managed.

Kat took a bite. Not a timid one. A large bite, cutting her croissant in half, before she chewed, her right cheek bulging. She looked rather miserable as she looked off in self-resentment. Even then, she pushed onward, ripping another large chunk off the croissant.

What was one little food binge if it meant getting a career-advancing deal? Nothing, apparently.

She picked up another pastry and Logan could not deny that he was terribly, terribly turned on, in the context of things. Mr. Oharo was still talking with that calm but content air. The man was certainly accustomed to getting what he wanted.

“Yes, this is true. We’ll certainly have to sit down and look at the numbers,” Mr. Oharo muttered.

Kat was now lifting a plump éclair, looking uncomfortably upon it, but then just stuffing it between her lips.

“I hope that means you’re interested in a deal?” said Logan.

“You two have…certainly caught my attention.”

Kat was speeding up, perhaps wanting to get it over with. A binge was a binge and there was nothing classy about it. It was not socially acceptable outside of this context, and in this context, she really was meant to go all in. Under the guise of business negotiations, her actions would become the deal maker or breaker, strange and perverse as this whole thing was.

Kat ate with irritable ferocity, and Mr. Oharo correspondingly warmed, as she chomped her way through tarts, eclairs, macarons, and creampuffs. She tried to maintain a pleasant expression, but her disgust was apparent. Was she thinking about the baby, or just the calories? Either way, a lot of sugar, starch, and fat was being forced into her system as she took in pastry after pastry, breathing thinly between bites.

It seemed to go on for ages, this grotesque ritual, until finally the platter was clear, and Kat was sweating at her temples while inhaling forcefully through her nose.

Tense hands were gripping the table, her body hunched perhaps to hide the way her face was twisted in discomfort. Logan became aware of how strangely quiet he and Oharo had been over the last several minutes, as Kat ate, and they indulged in watching her.

“What do you think?” Mr. Oharo broke the silence.

Kat straightened up to look at him. She attempted a smile though she looked vaguely pained. “It was all — quite – delicious,” she forced out.

Mr. Oharo gave a delighted laugh, turning to Logan. “I like this one.”

“She’s…something else,” said Logan, finding himself at an odd standoff between his physical attraction for Kat at this moment, and his jealousy of her growing favor with Oharo.

“I admire your commitment, Mrs—”

“Miss,” Kat corrected him, uncomfortably. Perhaps she was expecting that favor to disintegrate at the clarification that she was unmarried.

On the contrary, Mr. Oharo’s pleasure only grew. “Apologies for the error, Miss Stevens. As I was saying, I have a good feeling about you and your potential. I think you could be just as committed to this brand as my very own workers.”

“That isn’t a question, sir,” Kat assured. “If you allowed me to helm this project, I would give it my all.”

Oharo was silent for a moment as he regarded her. “Yes, I think so. If we went forward, I would want you to lead, Miss Stevens. Let’s see what you can do.”

“I know my way around baked goods, sir.”

Oharo laughed heartily, shaking his head at her. “You can call me Ben.”

“Likewise. Kat is fine.”

Logan was stunned. He had been so distracted by the eccentricity of the environment, Kat had slipped right past him to the forefront. “Me too. Just call me Lo—”

“Excellent,” Oharo cut him off with a clap of his hands. “I have a meeting now, I’m afraid, but perhaps we can resume this tomorrow and talk figures.”

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When they met back at the café the following morning, Kat looked weary and moody, and maybe even a little tiny bit…rounder? But probably not. It was probably just Logan’s lecherous gaze. That, and the fact that she was no longer being discreet about the pregnancy, at least not here in Asia. She had not bothered with a blazer and she wasn’t trying to hide anything. Rather, it might have been the opposite.

The dour glare she was sending Logan’s way abruptly lifted into the brightest of smiles just as Oharo appeared to greet them. “Ben, how are you?” She enthusiastically shook his hand, ass-kissing like a true pro. Kat was wearing a pencil skirt, her blouse tucked in, both pieces hugging her lovely swell, which was comparatively small next to those of the café workers, yet it remained present, evident, and somehow quite relevant. Her condition had been anathema but was now working to her advantage.

Oharo had not cooled towards them. If anything, he seemed more enthusiastic than the day before. “Always so formal,” he said, motioning towards Logan and Kat’s business-wear. “This is a casual atmosphere. I want you to be relaxed here. Come this way. Let me properly show you around.”

Logan couldn’t help his gaze straying towards all the pretty pregnant servers around them. They had distracted him to his own detriment the day before. Now Kat was in the lead but he could still turn this around. He just needed to focus. Focus. Logan refused to play second fiddle to another hijacked project.

But then he saw Kim.

“Fuck,” Logan breathed under his breath.

The girl was huge. Her belly was a massive, jutting globe. It resembled a beach ball stuffed in her dress as she cupped the side of it. Her face was sweaty and flushed as she strained to smile at titillated customers who could hardly take their eyes off her. Kim just looked so big as she stood there cupping her belly, breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing. Her short dress was skin tight on her swollen body.

Logan could hardly conceive how she was mobile, let alone working. But then Kim waddled forward almost in a stagger, making her way to a table, teeth grit from the effort. "Can I – take your — order?" she forced out arduously between gasps. Suddenly something registered on her face, eyes widening and lips parting before she was arching, grunting, and clutching her belly as the mound gave a visible quake.

“Oh my gosh!” cried one of the customers, pulling out a phone to snap photos.

Jesus fuck. Logan averted his eyes before it was too late for him. He tried to focus his attention on Oharo’s angular face.

“Sue.” Mr. Oharo beckoned over a server that Logan had not seen the day before. She was wearing a bandeau and white overall shorts, the openings at the sides showing off smooth skin and the soft curve of her belly. She was blonde and pretty, giving off a girl-next-door sort of feel. She looked no more than five months along, and was rather unremarkable compared to many of her colleagues, for which Logan was grateful.

“These are my guests, Mr. Graham and Miss Stevens,” Oharo said.

“Kat and Logan is fine,” Kat assured Sue as Logan nodded robotically.

“I want you to give them a quick tour of the facilities.”

“It would be my pleasure,” Sue said, smiling broadly. “If you just come this way.” Sue rotated and started for that door near the counter, the one Logan had snuck through the day before.

They followed.

“Here we have some of the management offices. Of course Mr. Oharo keeps an office here himself. This one is Jay, our branch manager, this one is shared by our two financial…” She went on, pointing out several identical doors as Kat and Logan politely pretended to be interested. The trio continued to make their way down the corridor.

“Believe it or not, we have our own staff cafeteria.” Sue took that left turn Logan had noticed the day before. “Yes, I’m sure it seems odd, or even backwards, a café having a staff cafeteria. But, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, most of the wait staff here is expecting.” Sue patted her own bump with a crooked little smile. “And Mr. Oharo is adamant that we are all taken care of. He wants us comfortable, rested, and fed. So all the food here is free to us staff.” They walked into a large room with a couple of rectangular tables. There were a dozen or two pregnant workers scattered about on the benches seated in pairs or small groups. There was an exit door and a couple of windows on the back wall. Logan could see a parking lot just outside, probably reserved for staff members.

“Snacks are served 24/7, and meals are mandatory. You know, breakfast, lunch. If you’re on shift, you’re expected to come here and dig right in during your morning and afternoon breaks.”

There was a lunch line where staff members were being served meals on rectangular trays. Logan watched a short woman leave the line with a tray absolutely piled with food. A mountain of it. She couldn’t possibly think she could eat all that.

But as Logan looked around at the other employees munching away, he noticed that they had similarly absurd proportions. There were burgers, fries, mashed potatoes, pastas, pizza slices, fried chicken, and more. Logan sighted nothing that looked even remotely healthy. And it was all just served in a messy pile. As the women relaxed, chattered, or looked at their phones, they were simultaneously stuffing their faces, eating fervidly yet in a routine sort of way.

“How is this even sustainable?” Logan wondered aloud.

“It’s an investment,” Sue piped in behind his shoulder, startling him. “Us girls are kept big and healthy. The customers like us girls, they even like watching us grow.” She giggled. “Everyone’s happy. It all works out.”

“Right,” said Kat stiffly. She honestly looked disturbed by the entire operation.

“We get bonuses,” Sue added. “based on the weight of the food and the number of calories we can get down. Kim is our current record-holder. 14,000 calories in one sitting. Could you believe it?”

Logan could, just based on seeing what Kim could do firsthand.

“Mr. Oharo really rewards us based on our performance in this avenue. But it’s not all work. The perks are endless! He gives us plenty of freebies to take home. Goodie bags, treat baskets, take-home dinners.”

Every time Logan thought he couldn’t be anymore stunned by this business, insane new details emerged.

“And you're all…you’re okay with this?” said Kat carefully.

“Oh yes. It’s part of the hiring contract.”

Kat looked at Sue as if she was insane.

“Oh look, Sarah’s here,” Sue said, nodding towards the door in the back.

Through the broad windows, Logan could see that a SUV had pulled into the parking lot. A woman stepped out from one of the back seats, a baggy overcoat draped around her. A couple of other girls were hanging out the windows, laughing, waving, and calling to her. They looked like college kids or something. The girl who had exited waved back at the car, still chattering and laughing as she backed towards the building. “Muah!” Logan faintly heard her blow a kiss to her girlfriends. “See you guys later!”

As the girl, Sarah, stepped inside, her jaunty demeanor fell and she suddenly looked fatigued. She closed the door securely behind her, watching through the window as the SUV sped off.

“I’ll introduce you,” Sue said, and before Kat or Logan could react, Sue was happily walking towards this new arrival. So they followed her.

“Hi Sarah!” Sue chirped.

Sarah jumped slightly, quickly turning to face them. “Oh…hi.” She forced a smile, seeming a little breathless. “I ended up running late today. My friends can be a bit…much. God, its hot.” She began to unbutton the baggy overcoat, the sides parting as a belly emerged. Logan found his eyes magnetized to the bulge. It was quite a large swell for such a small girl. She looked at term — no — beyond it.

“Oh my, did someone have a growth spurt over the weekend?” Sue teased.

Sarah reddened. “You think so?” She pulled some of her dark hair behind her ear, her free hand self-consciously cupping her belly.

Sue snorted. “Oh, honey, why don’t you go into fitting then you can tell me.”

Sarah swallowed. “Right,” she said, looking troubled. “Well, it was nice meeting you —um —?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, these are Mr. Oharo’s guests. Logan and Kat.”

Logan snapped out of his reverie. “Pleased to meet you,” he said, quickly offering his hand.

“You too.” Sarah shook Logan’s hand, and then Kat’s. Still looking overwhelmed, she distractedly removed her overcoat, her belly becoming even larger and more pronounced once its entirety was displayed in the undersized T-shirt she had stretched over it. She was even bigger than Logan had thought.

It was almost fake-looking on her skinny build. The girl hadn’t filled out yet. She was all belly.

“Well, I better get dressed.”

“Let me know how things go with that uniform,” Sue teased with a wink, causing Sarah’s flush to deepen.

“Ha ha,” Sarah deadpanned, giving a nod to Kat and Logan as she walked off with a careful stride and a very slight waddle to her step.

Logan stared after her as she exited the room. “New hire?” he said hoarsely.

“Oh, Sarah’s been here a couple months. Heh, she’s a little awkward but I think she fits in well enough.”

“I’m sure she’ll do fine,” said Kat stiffly. In Oharo’s absence, she didn’t bother to hide her discomfort with this whole thing.

“Oh yes. Sweet little thing. I call her the backup plan.”

Logan eyebrows rose. “What do you mean by that?”

“Well lately Kim needs more breaks, you know, she can’t really keep up with things anymore. Can’t blame her. Her size, and all. Sure she does a couple tables during the day, but she’s more of a greeter now I guess. Customers are just happy to see her. Soon she’ll have her babies, but Sarah is really stepping it up.”

“So she’s being groomed to be Kim’s replacement?” Logan felt heat pool in his groin.

“That’s the theory.” Sue grinned.

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