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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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“I trust Sue has been informative?”

The trio turned to see that Mr. Oharo had appeared.

“Yes, of course,” Logan sputtered.

“Mr. Oharo, I was just telling your guests about all the lovely perks and incentives you offer,” Sue said pleasantly. “Oh, and I got to introduce them to Miss Sao as well.”

“They met Sarah?” Mr. Oharo said. “What do you think?” He directed his attention to Kat and Logan. “Sarah has been great so far. She’s about five months.”

Logan felt his jaw drop. He suspected that Kat was wearing a similarly shocked expression.

“Sarah’s still trying to hide it from her friends and family.” Sue gave another little snort.

“Yes, the girl is just eighteen. It’s her first time away from home for college. She had a little too much fun that first semester, I suspect. But it worked out well for everyone. She started with just a couple hours a week, but we quickly advanced her to full-time. The money is good for a girl like her. She has tuition to pay. And as Sue said, her parents don’t know about her pregnancy. Poor thing. I suppose she’s afraid of disappointing them.”

“Well, she doesn’t even know if she wants to keep them,” said Sue in amusement.

Mr. Rogers chuckled heartily at this.

“She still can?” said Kat dubiously. “I mean…get an abortion?”

Oddly, her question was ignored.

“Sarah’s a star,” said Mr. Oharo. “I knew it from the first moment I saw her. She’s very good with feedings, very complacent and eager to grow, with the business. She wants to advance. I think she might end up even bigger than Kim.” He was talking about the girl practically like inventory. Like a farm animal.

“In this province, women cannot terminate past the twenty-second week,” Mr. Oharo went on. “So Sarah is running out of time. Though I’m doubtful that many doctors will look at her and take her seriously, at her size. Here, we just try to discourage that sort of negative thinking. We remind the girls how great they look and we try to keep them busy.”

A new woman stepped into the cafeteria, spotted them, and started walking directly towards Mr. Oharo. She was wearing a tight white cat suit, the curve of her bump making her look about eight months along. She balanced well on her high heels despite her condition, as she leaned over to Mr. Oharo and whispered something in his ear.

Mr. Oharo’s eyebrows rose, his face brightening in a look of pride. “There is a problem in wardrobe. Would you to care to accompany me?” he asked Kat and Logan as the new girl left.

Logan nodded despite his better judgment.

And then the four of them were walking out of the cafeteria, down the hallway, and into the fitting room. There, they found Sarah, standing in a tight dress slip with her arms spread as a disgruntled man wrapped a measuring tape around her swollen waist.

“What’s going on, Pablo?” Oharo asked.

The man — Pablo — turned to give Mr. Oharo an irritated look. “First Kim, now Sarah—and in the same week! You don’t pay me enough for all these little emergencies.”

“You can schedule a meeting if you want to discuss your salary. Now what is the issue?” said Mr. Oharo.

“It’s just, I, um, p-popped some buttons,” said Sarah, her face red.

“It was the largest size of the uniforms,” said Pablo. “It should accommodate the girls up to term, even a little past it.”

“But I had a big breakfast,” Sarah stammered, clearly mortified. “It’ll go down.” She looked down at her swell, cupping it.

“Sarah, Sarah, you’ve done nothing wrong.” Mr. Oharo approached as Pablo stepped back. Oharo took Sarah’s chin, gazing into her panicked eyes. “Your babies are growing. It’s completely natural.”

Sarah’s swallowed, and gave a slight nod.

Mr. Oharo released her chin. “In fact, I think this is wonderful news. You look great, and the customers love you. I think you are the best worker we’ve had since Kim.” He turned to Pablo. “Pablo, let’s explore some custom options. Something a bit flashier – in that dark red color that Kim wears. Sarah is meant to draw attention.”

Sarah gulped, hands still loosely clasped over her swell.

Pablo sighed. “I’ll see what I can put together,” he said dourly.

“And Sue.” Logan startled a little when Mr. Oharo turned back towards him, Kat, and Sue, who had been standing mutely, observing the scene. “Get Sarah a snack. She looks famished.”

Sue saluted. “Right away, sir,” she said, before hurrying off.

Mr. Oharo helped Sarah down from the small platform she had been standing on for the measurements. “You’re taking good care of the babies,” he assured her. “Look how much they’re growing.”

“Do you really think there’s more than one?” said Sarah, her voice tight.

Mr. Oharo guided her to sit down in a chair. He was almost paternal in the way the spoke to her. “You’re doing just fine. Now eat. You look starved.”

Sue had just returned, her arms loaded with options. Mr. Oharo accepted a large glass the size of a 2-pint beer stein. It was wet with condensation and filled to the brim with what looked to be a vanilla milkshake. He brought it to Sarah’s lips, and she dutifully leaned down, taking the straw into her mouth. Her small hands carefully cradled the huge glass.

Pablo had been watching the scene with a scowl, his arms folded. He gave a disgruntled huff and stalked off, grabbing some fabrics off hangers as he disappeared into the back.

“Don’t pay him any mind,” Oharo told Sarah as she continued to drink. “Let’s see how fast you can outgrow the next thing he makes you.”

Sarah reddened and choked a bit. She gulped down her latest mouthful. “I’m still not sure if I even want to keep it,” she admitted nervously. “God, I don’t want my family to find out. But I’m so big now, I can hardly hide it.”

“Sarah, Sarah,” Mr. Oharo gently chided.

She hiccupped. “I waited too long. I mean, I feel so guilty — like, we can all see there’s a baby in here. I don’t know if I can go through with it. I would feel like I was k-killing it.”

“Eat, eat.” Oharo took the emptied glass from her hands, now offering her a large bowl of creampuffs. Sarah popped one into her mouth, chewed, and swallowed. Then she did it again, sort of mechanically. One after the next. Pop, chew, swallow.

Logan was admittedly fascinated by the way Oharo was growing her. Nurturing and expanding, methodically transforming her.

Sarah’s belly bounced as she hiccupped again. She clutched it, grimacing.

“You must not think about such troubling things,” Oharo said. “Just enjoy how good this feels.”

Sarah groaned, yet she continued to eat.

“Now, for all your hard work, we must discuss getting you a raise.”

“R-really?” said Sarah breathlessly between bites.

“Yes, you are by far exceeding my expectations with your performance. Sue, let’s have her serve Mr. Ford today.”

“But isn’t that usually K-Kim’s table?” Sarah managed.

“You will be taking over some of Kim’s customers for her. I have high expectations of you, Sarah.”

“Yes s-sir.” She was panting and sweating, belly heaving up and down with her heavy breathing. Her hand trembled as she hesitated to reach for another pastry.

“Is there a problem?” Mr. Oharo asked, ostensibly with concern.

“No, sir,” said Sarah quickly. She stuffed another pastry into her mouth, trying not to grimace as she swallowed it down. There were only a few left. So she ate another, rubbing her abdomen with her free hand.

“I know it’s a lot of hours lately, and a lot of work,” Oharo said as she struggled. “But I really want you to enjoy your time here. Think of us as family.”

Sarah gulped down her latest cream puff, looking pained. “Between school and work,” she panted. “It’s hard to find time to even think about all this.” She lightly patted her belly. Sarah finished the last pastry, her face flushed as she fidgeted in her seat.

‘She was never much of a thinker,’ Sue mouthed to Logan.

“Sometimes you have to turn your mind off,” Oharo said. “All this anxiety. It’s not healthy.”

Sarah resumed panting and massaging her belly with both hands. Grinning, Sue handed Oharo another milkshake, which he, in turn, offered to Sarah.

“Here, wash it down,” Mr. Oharo urged.

Sarah’s jaw was clenched, face daunted. “I – I t-think I’m at my limit,” she managed, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Her belly was heaving with her rapid breaths.

“Nonsense,” said Mr. Oharo dismissively. “That was barely a snack.”

Sarah hesitated more, looking queasy.

“Don’t embarrass me in front of my guests,” Oharo warned.

There was no escape. She leaned down, taking the straw, and sucking forcefully, as though she just wanted to get it over with.

“There, there…” Oharo said, continuing to hold the glass for her. “That’s it, just a little more…”

“Sarah’s great at eating,” Sue piped in.

The girl was being groomed to eat constantly. Perhaps just like Kim had been. Mr. Oharo was smart. He knew what he was doing. He kept the girls either too busy and overwhelmed, or stuffed and lethargic, to think about anything, let alone ending their pregnancies.

Sarah pulled off of the straw, looking dazed. The beverage was finished. She leaned back in her seat, gasping for breath, hands desperately rubbing her swollen midsection.

“Are you all right, Sarah?” Sue asked cheekily.

The girl was truly struggling. “I um —oh g-god—” But she couldn’t fight it. “Nnnggghhh…” Her belly shuddered outward, visibly inching forward as her slip tightened against her. She clutched it, as though to contain the growth, and push it back in, as she panted and arched. “Errrrgghhhhh!” There was another heave of growth, her slip straining painfully as tears rolled down her cheeks.

Then she was flustered and gasping, body slumping. “S-Sorry,” she choked out. A belch erupted from her throat, her belly popping forward another inch as she grunted and tensed.

“There is nothing to forgive.” Mr. Oharo reached out, wiping her tears away. He wasn’t as hard on her as he was with Kim. Or maybe he didn’t hold her to the same standards, for now, at least. “Excellent work, Sarah. Excellent.”

Logan had to grab onto the back of a chair to stay balanced. Fuck, he could watch these girls blow up all day.

Sarah was still panting and heaving, and perhaps still growing. Her belly looked as though it was pulsating as it rose and fell, rose and fell.

“Now it’s time to get you dressed. The customers will love this,” Oharo continued. “Let’s see what Pablo has put together.”

“Y-yes, s-sir,” Sarah rasped. “I just—I n-need a m-minu—ngghhhh...”

There was the faint sound of fabric tearing, and Logan was certain that Sarah’s slip was coming apart.

“Very well,” Oharo conceded, looking pleased all the same. “Don’t keep us waiting.”

“No s-sir,” Sarah wheezed.

As the group left Sarah there in the fitting room, whimpering and tearing through her dress slip, Logan couldn’t help whispering to Sue, “what the hell was in that milkshake?”

“Oh, they’re not really milkshakes. It’s more like a pudding, almost. There’s vanilla ice cream of course, sugar, heavy cream, butter, and lard — well, it’s mostly lard, to be honest. The rest is just flavoring.”

Logan was stunned and Kat just looked nauseous. Her lips mouthed the words ‘what the fuck?’ In the meantime, Mr. Oharo led them to his office.

“Yep, it’s the same stuff we inject into the creampuffs,” Sue went on. She seemed to delight in Logan and Kat’s baffled expressions. “Of course, the milkshakes and creampuffs are a staff thing. We even have this game where the customers feed us. We give each table a basket of cream puffs, and they get to feed the waitresses as they come by. It’s gimmicky and silly, but the customers love it. Of course, Kim and Sarah kind of monopolize the treats. Everyone wants to feed those two. The customers just love watching them eat.”

The quartet had walked into Mr. Oharo’s office. Mr. Oharo motioned for Kat and Logan to take seats in the chairs in front of his desk, but Sue remained standing.

“Anything else, sir?” she asked.

“No Sue, you can head to orientation. We have a few new hires. They should almost be done with the video.”

Orientation? Logan thought, rather dizzy. He wondered what that involved.

“Yes sir,” said Sue with a grin. She offered Logan a little wave as she left, closing the door behind her.

Mr. Oharo turned his attention back to his guests. “What do you think?”

“It’s…quite the operation you have here.” Logan was impressed with himself for being able to produce words, even generic ones.

Kat mutely nodded, perhaps not trusting her voice.

“Yes, yes,” said Oharo. “Of course, Sarah is still quite slim. She has not filled out like a mother. Perhaps it is time to introduce her to some supplements that might help.”

Logan opened and closed his mouth. He was not sure what supplements to which Mr. Oharo was referring, but his mind was going wild with it.

“Not many women can carry large numbers,” Oharo remarked. “It is quite rare.”

The door opened and a woman walked in with a tray of tea and pastries. She settled them on Mr. Oharo’s desk, giving a slight bow before she departed again.

“But I could see the signs in Sarah from her first day here,” Oharo went on. “You see, I have an eye for these things. Sarah has more potential even than Kim. She has the greatest potential I have ever seen in any woman, at least until very recently,” and as Mr. Oharo said this last part, he was holding Kat’s gaze.

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