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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 ate the pastries. Even Logan could detect that heavy, silent expectation, to the point that it became awkward during the initial several moments that she didn’t consume them. She was rapidly starting to understand the expectations for her as long as Mr. Oharo was in charge. He provided, and she ate, at least when she was in his company. It was a give-and-take sort of thing. A truly demented arrangement.

Logan didn’t know if he should have felt concerned, or just bothered that he had nothing to offer, not like these girls. As such, he was becoming invisible. And worse — expendable.

“That’s the only thing I can’t bend on,” Mr. Oharo was saying. “Our dairy supplier comes with us. They are critical to the product.”

Logan thought it was obvious that the real “product” was the presence of the girls. All the patrons were happily goggling and flirting with them, sometimes trying to touch, only to get their hands playfully slapped aside. No one seemed to come here for the coffee.

“Exporting your coffee and tea products is already going to be an extensive project, so to incorporate your dairy supplier — it just might not be practical,” Kat said delicately. Then she noticed the croissant in her hand, and took another, grudging, bite.

“The supplier comes, or I’m afraid there is no deal here,” Mr. Oharo apprised with finality.

Kat’s face fell.

“I suppose we all have a lot to think about,” said Logan politically.

“Indeed. We should look at this with fresh eyes tomorrow,” said Oharo, then they all stood.

Mr. Oharo led them out of his office, and back into the open area of the café. Logan immediately noticed that Sarah had returned from her fitting dilemma. And it seemed that Pablo had gotten a bit facetious in his solution.

Sarah was wearing a little pink empire top with spaghetti straps and the shirt didn’t nearly fit her. The hem only fell as far as the top of her belly, the rest of the huge swell protruding out bare. The top was paired with some black leggings and a pair of knee-high boots. The outfit clashed in a way that was confounding, and stimulating, and Logan couldn’t tear his eyes away. Painted on the middle of her stomach, so her bellybutton sat inside the curve, was the number 5 in dark red.

Sarah gave a grimace of a smile as she made her way over to a table, her waddle more pronounced than before. Her belly accidentally bumped into the back of a customer’s head. She wasn’t used to how far it extended now. “H-hi, I’m Sarah. I’ll be your…your server…today,” she managed, all red and flustered, looking both exhausted and mortified.

When the three men at the table swiveled to look at her, they all froze to gape.

“Jesus,” one breathed.

Sarah struggled onward. “Can I start you off with —”

“What does the 5 mean?” one of the men blurted. “Are you — is it like—five babies?”

Sarah’s smile fell, her blush deepening. “What? No, of course not. It m-means I’m about f-five months along.”

Their jaws dropped. Logan couldn’t blame them. She looked far past term. She looked like she was about to pop.

“I mean, I – I haven’t seen a doctor yet. Do you — maybe it could be more than one?” she said uneasily. She was so naïve. The customers continued to gawk, one giving a nervous laugh. Like they thought she had to be kidding or something.

Sarah hiccuped, her belly puffing. She groaned, cupping the mass. “S-sorry. Baby’s been having a little g-growth spurt,” she said weakly, hugging her swell as it heaved and throbbed and expanded. “Mmmghhh…”

It was hypnotizing. It was the most erotic thing Logan had ever seen. It was crazy how slim she still was, compared to Kim. Her tits were barely A-cups. She had a lot of filling out to do.

“Thank god this is over,” Kat muttered under her breath as they got to the door.

“There is much more to discuss,” Mr. Oharo mentioned behind them.

Logan and Kat rotated.

“I propose we meet again tomorrow. To tune out the finer details.”

Logan honestly didn’t think he could handle much more of this. Beside him, Kat gave a pained smile.

“Of course,” she said.

“We’ll be here as long as it takes,” Logan added.

That settled it. Mr. Oharo shook both their hands firmly, before finally letting them leave the bizarre little venue.

Logan thought Kat’s blouse might have looked a little bit tighter as they got into the car waiting outside for them.

-

When Logan saw Sarah at the cafe the next morning, she was wearing the same baggy overcoat she had arrived at work in previously, only it was different now. Her condition was readily visible, even if Logan hadn’t known about it. The overcoat wasn’t hiding anything anymore. Somehow Sarah was just that much bigger.

Another change was that there was no car or friends. She arrived alone, struggling out of a little sedan, as if trying to dislodge her enormous body.

“My roommates figured it out,” she mumbled bitterly to another waitress as they headed to the back to change. “And they’re totally weirded out. It’s not like I’m the first girl to get knocked up freshman year.”

Sarah’s fitting proved less dramatic than yesterday’s. When she came out, she was dressed in a short, tight strapless dress that hugged her form.

Kim, meanwhile, had a tight jumpsuit stretched over her beach ball of a belly, her cantaloupe-sized tits protruding generously against the low V-neck. She was truly struggling as she approached tables at a slow waddle, her face dewy and flushed. Her belly would give erratic tremors and she would fight back grunts, her jaw clenched as she tried to smile and look pretty for all the customers goggling her. She almost looked as though she was in labor as she clutched her back and groaned and her belly trembled visibly. But she wasn’t. It was just the strain. It was like her uterus couldn’t take anymore. Mr. Oharo was watchful, throwing Kim stern looks, as he ushered Logan and Kat to the back, and his office.

The negotiations grew tedious. There wasn’t anything discussed that they wouldn’t have been able to sort out through their legal teams and email correspondence. It was almost like Mr. Oharo was dragging things out.

“And what kind of location were you envisioning?” said Oharo. He took a careful sip of tea. “Of course, an urban setting is fine, though anything too busy might degrade the customer experience.”

Logan wasn’t sure what kind of experience Oharo thought this western branch was going to facilitate. As far as Logan saw things, they were just here for the brand logo, and maybe some coffee beans. They certainly couldn’t run the same sort of — operation– back in the west.

“We already have a place in mind. It’s nearby our corporate offices. Of course, all venues in the city have person limits, legal capacities and such, so I don’t think things would get especially chaotic, granted our branch is as popular as this one – and I don’t see why it wouldn’t be. Your product is truly impressive, sir,” said Logan.

Like during the last meeting with Oharo, tea and pastries were provided. It was an even larger spread than last time. At first, Kat picked at it, reluctantly. Yet her reluctance seemed to correspond directly with Oharo getting colder or more difficult in the negotiations.

“No, I don’t think that would work it all,” Oharo muttered, frowning.

Kat irritably stuffed a donut between her lips. Her mouth was closed, but she was veritably chomping. Then she grabbed an eclair, to wash it down. Then a macaron, and so on, just shoving pastries into her mouth as politely as possible.

“Or maybe it could.” Mr. Oharo brightened.

Shameless.

“Of course, our branch could have its own occupancy limits, if you would find that more suitable,” said Logan.

“Yes, let’s make sure this all goes into the contract,” said Mr. Oharo as Kat continued to work her way through the plate.

Logan hadn’t had breakfast and some of those scones looked delicious, but he knew better than to touch them. These were all for Kat. So he averted his eyes and kept up the meaningless discussion of contract minutia. God, what was he doing with his life?

“That may be enough for today,” said Mr. Oharo after another hour of questioning the brands of industrial espresso machines Logan and Kat found ideal for running the branch.

Logan snapped out of his reverie. “Right.” He glanced at his watch. There was still time to hop in on that conference call about the Gibson deal.

Beside him, Kat looked uncomfortable and lethargic, owing largely to the three plates of rich pastries she had managed to devour over the course of the discussion. Uncharacteristically, she was slumped in her seat. Her hands hovered, but were unwilling to cup her belly. She had always been a slim woman and not much of an eater. Now, she was stuffed. But maybe she would get used to it. Logan felt a thrill at the thought.

“I hope you’re not in too much of a rush to get out of Asia,” said Oharo with humor. “There are still a few things I would like to talk about — perhaps, tomorrow?”

Kat and Logan stared him. There was no way, just no fucking way —

“Of course,” Kat blurted.

Because, in the end, it wasn’t their say. They were just corporate monkeys, and they did what they were told, or they would pay with their careers.

“Excellent,” Mr. Oharo said as he stood. Logan and Kat followed, Kat a bit belatedly, and grimacing slightly. “I have to meet with some vendors, but I trust you can see yourselves out,” he said as he walked them to the door.

“Yes sir,” said Kat weakly.

“Looking forward to tomorrow,” Logan added, forcing a grin while doing some air-boxing for no conceivable reason.

As an amused Oharo walked off, Logan and Kat exchanged looks of indignation.

“I’ll brief Ike,” said Logan stiffly. “He’ll want us to —”

“God, do I have to?”

He was cut off by a pair of employees talking by the breakroom a little down the hallway. Belatedly, Logan noticed that it was Sarah and that chick with the gigantic rack.

“This is just getting insane,” Sarah continued, voice drawling in a whine. She was leaning back on the wall, hands cupping her huge belly that was stretching out the sleeveless bodycon dress practically pasted against her.

“Well Kim’s just about to fucking blow,” Jugs retorted, her round honeydew-sized tits bobbing in the bandeau she had on. “Mr. Oharo needs you to step it up, girl.”

“I can’t, Jade, I’m already so big!”

“We both know you need this job, Sarah. And I know about that little bonus you just got. Heard it was close to five figures? Rei saw you browsing cars on your phone.”

Sarah hissed a curse, dropping her head back against the wall.

“So what’s the plan? You giving it back?” Jugs—Jade—taunted. “Calling it quits? Committing fully to that Lit degree you’ve been working on?”

“Fuck this,” Sarah groaned, hands massaging her swollen belly.

“Get in here,” said Jade as she pulled Sarah into the break room.

Logan was magnetized. He began to follow, wanting to see what the two women would get up to.

“Let’s get out of here,” Kat grumbled as she walked off in the opposite direction.

Logan froze in his tracks. With an obscene amount of effort, he did an about-face, and followed her.

-

“How important is this deal anyway?” said Kat darkly the next morning as she glared out the car window. Their driver was just pulling up to OHO’s.

Logan’s eyebrows shot up. He threw her a look, not sure if she was kidding.

They had been working on this for ages. They had kissed the asses of countless executives, endured never-ending lectures and meetings with droning overseers, pored over pages on protocol in the tiniest of fonts, gone over facts and figures with no less than a-gazillion dissenters, made dozens of phone calls across the planet during late-nights at the office, just to ensure that it was them, Logan and Kat, who would get on that plane, who would go to Asia, who would meet with Oharo, who would close this fucking deal.

“What?” said Logan, in the most tempered of responses.

“I’m over this,” spat Kat.

“Over what, exactly?”

“This whole thing.” She motioned vaguely at the venue. “It’s disgusting.”

“And?”

“And, maybe we should walk.”

Logan felt his heart rate picking up. He tried to remain calm. “You want to back out of this deal just because you can’t keep down a few fucking donuts?”

“He’s acting like I’m one of his fucking employees,” Kat snapped, finally turning to glare at Logan. “It’s disgusting! He’s treating me like a pig or something. This shit can’t be legal.”

“Is he blackmailing you? Coercing you? Asking for sexual favors? No. So stop being a crybaby.”

Kat looked furious. “Then why don’t you do it.”

“I don’t fit the profile, sweetheart.”

“I see the way you look at all the waitresses,” seethed Kat. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re disgusting. You’re a goddamn freak. Did you do this to me on purpose, Logan? I always knew you were a piece of shit, but this just takes the cake—”

Things were escalating quickly, adrenaline getting the best of both of them. “You’re trying to pin your pregnancy on me again? Fuck, Kat, maybe if you weren’t such an easy slu–”

“I swear to god, I’m gonna take this straight to Rog—”

“If you don’t suck it up and eat the goddamn –”

There was a tapping on the car window. Both Logan and Kat froze, looking outside to see Mr. Oharo standing at the curb. They stared mutely for far too long, before Kat gathered herself enough to roll down the window.

“You didn’t see me waiting to welcome you,” Mr. Oharo chuckled at them good-naturedly. “Sorry, I saw you were having a discussion. Did I interrupt?

“No!” said Logan far too quickly. He cleared his throat. “Not at all. We were just discussing—some figures.”

“Excellent.” Mr. Oharo opened the car door for Kat. She nearly fell out, but he took her hand, helping her to her feet. “Then let’s get straight to business.”

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