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Kim was huffing and puffing like she was doing lamaze. She was still flushed, still struggling to catch her breath. Her hands were desperately rubbing circles on the huge belly perched in her lap. They had changed her outfit, Logan realized. It was a similar minidress, but this one was ruched. It was again strapless and skintight, hugging every contour of her bloated body.

“And don’t you dare leak again,” the woman with the Claws warned Kim. “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 woman with the Jugs said. “Mr. Oharo wants to butter him up, maybe get a tax break.”

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

“I’m just hoping she doesn’t bust another dress.”

Kim groaned, her face contorting as her belly jumped. “Nrrgghhh…goddd…” She clutched it like she was trying to contain the pressure, but it popped forward at least an inch, and then another! Kim arched and wailed, but Claws quickly covered her mouth, muffling the cries.

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

Kim’s breasts were bubbling against her sweetheart neckline, flesh bulging and outgrowing it. Her belly pulsed again then there was a tearing noise. Logan could see where the seam had burst at her side, a hole growing in her dress as the fabric strained and pulled apart.

“Dammit, Kim,” said Jugs as Claws let go of Kim’s mouth to throw her arms up in disbelief.

Kim was back to huffing and puffing, eyes panicked as she struggled to breathe and her belly crept outward, advancing, swelling.

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

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

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

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

“Can’t wait till it’s her time to squat,” said Claws, patting Kim’s belly while giving a wicked grin. “You know the boss only allows natural birth. No scarring. Looking forward to it, hun?” she said directly to the younger girl.

Kim groaned again. The dress tore more.

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From Shark.