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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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As soon as they got into that meeting, Colton was determined. Reinvigorated. It shouldn’t have surprised Logan. Colton was a shark after all. The nuisance never could give up on a deal, even when it was to his detriment. Colton held his career at higher importance than his family members, and probably oxygen.

“Mr. Oharo, your product is flawless. You give this dairy supplier of yours too much credit. Frankly, they’re irrelevant,” Colton said.

Oharo just frowned, and Colton responded by stuffing another three creampuffs into his mouth. Those were the special ones, made for employees, and pumped full of cream, sugar, and lard. Colton had a whole bowl of them. He had requested them specifically.

By the way Oharo was watching Colton, Logan knew the man was impressed. Yet they still couldn’t get him to curve on this one stupid detail.

“I fear that it may backfire...” Oharo sounded surprisingly precarious for such an accomplished businessman.

Colton was ready to give the final blow. “If you give us a chance, we’ll show you that your business will thrive regardless of whether —”

“Look at the time,” Oharo cut him off, gazing at his watch as Logan’s heart sunk to his gut. “I’m afraid we will have to resume this tomorrow.”

-

Colton was definitely getting bigger.

Logan could finally admit it without trying to temper himself.

His button-down was far too tight now, straining against a curve that made him look as though he was already five months along.

He was breathless and pink as they walked out of the office, composed but flustered, lips twisted in a grimace. Though he was desperate not to prolong this any further, he was equally desperate to get the deal.

“You’ll have to forgive me, I have a call,” Oharo told them. “Lou will see you out.” He motioned to the man in question who was chattering with another employee down the hall. Oharo gave Colton and Logan a quick bow and smile before returning to his office, closing the door behind him.

“How’re things going?” said Lou perkily after he bounded over.

“Good,” Logan lied.

Colton said nothing, one hand cupping his stomach, brows knit in discomfort. Logan wondered what kind of effects those cream puffs could be having on him. Lou just looked at them both in amusement.

“Just a quick pit stop,” Lou said. “Gotta grab some receipt paper.”

Logan should have known better than to follow. He quickly found himself in the break room again. As Lou rummaged around in a cupboard, Logan and Colton were greeted with the sight of Cam having a “meal.” The man was so out of it, he hardly registered their presence at all.

“I’m kind of…s-scared,” Cam managed, his legs squirming. He was seated in a chair, his massive belly perched in his lap—outspanning it. In that position, it shelved his round breasts high enough that they squashed against his chin. He gave a grunt as his belly visibly tremored. A belch came up his throat. “N-not sure…what I’m gonna do…when it’s t-time,” he gasped out as his companion dabbed some sweat off his brow.

Cam’s companion—a slim man with long hair—then went back to just stuffing food into Cam’s mouth. Cam gave a muffled grunt as two danishes were shoved in at once.

“You’re fine bro, you’re a fucking star. And you look great,” the long-haired guy praised Cam in a perfunctory sort of way.

Cam’s feet scuffed against the floor as he tried to chew and more food was stuffed in, his cheeks bulging from the surplus. He looked as though his belly was crushing him, as though it was taking over. It looked like a bolder. He swallowed forcefully, then just gasped out, in his brief reprieve from being stuffed. “Nrrghhh…!” His belly seemed to bounce, as his back arched, and he gave a groan, then fluid was just gushing into his shirt, swollen nipples distending visibly, getting bigger and fatter. His thighs quivered and pressed together, as though he was just trying to hold those babies in.

Colton looked on in silent horror. Logan was just trying not to drool.

“Got it!” said Lou as he popped out of nowhere clutching several rolls of receipt paper. Logan nearly fell on his ass. “Let’s go.” Lou was entirely aloof about the things transpiring behind him. But he grinned at Colton and Logan’s expressions. “Right this way.”

It was the weekend, and the front of the café was completely packed with cars fighting over limited parking, so Lou took them to the employee lot in the back to wait for their driver to come around.

As they did, Logan noticed that Tim was also leaving the café, his shift presumably over. He had changed out of his uniform but wasn’t nearly fitting into his own clothes. His belly was bulging several inches out under his shirt as one of his hands tried to stretch the hem down over it. He again had his overcoat on, but it could no longer close over him, now buttoned down only over his chest with his belly sticking out underneath.

Presently, Tim was struggling beside his car, panting and fumbling, hissing curses as he tried to navigate his heavy body behind the steering wheel, but it would surely be a squeeze—no—he didn’t fit. Tim was panting and maneuvering, trying to get himself in there, but he just…didn’t…fit.

Logan was so fucking hard he thought me might come untouched, right there.

“Here he is,” said Colton tiredly, pointing out their driver. “Let’s go.”

“See ya later,” said Lou, cheekily waving. He gave the dazed Logan an encouraging shove towards the car.

Then they were off.

-

The negotiations went on for days. Colton was giving it his all. Logan felt woefully unhelpful as he spectated the stimulating strategy.

Whenever they thought Oharo was on the cusp of being convinced, and Colton had stuffed himself to the point of looking sick, Oharo always drew back, growing colder. He had a curious attachment to the dairy supplier he had here in Asia.

“No,” said Oharo finally; decisively. “No, I will not pursue this unless my dairy supplier comes along. If they agree, we go forward with the partnership. If not, then things end here.”

Colton looked crestfallen. After all, he had invested a lot of his himself in this. And his wardrobe must have been cut in half!

“Right,” Logan managed. “Fine. We’ll talk to our team.” He was highly doubtful that this deal was going through at this point, even despite all the time they had put into it. And after his last failure…Logan wasn’t too auspicious about his career going forward.

Almost as a consolation prize as they left, Logan got another glimpse of Tim being stuffed by his coworkers. Logan wondered if there were people here whose sole job was to shove food into the mouths of others, fattening them like pigs.

“Errggggghhh…” Tim groaned, face red and strained as he leaned forward in his seat to grip the table. He was pouring sweat, his belly looking even plumper than it had yesterday when he couldn’t fit in his car. He wasn’t nearly Cam’s size, but god, Tim was big. He probably looked larger because of how disproportionate his belly was on him. The skinny guy looked ready to pop out twins.

His chest was heaving with his rapid breathing. “This isn’t right,” Tim choked. “I have to leave, I can’t —c-can’t do this anymore.”

A plate of pastries was brought over, Tim looking daunted. But then someone closed the door before Logan could see what would happen next.

Adding to Logan’s sadness was the thought that he might never visit this bizarre and wonderful place again.

Cam was serving as host and looking close to tears. “Nrrgghh!” His belly jumped, like it might just pop! He gripped the host podium as he struggled to smile at customers. He was just massive, and straining, trying not to burst. Cam struggled to greet a concerned-looking woman, through his gasps and grunts, and the quavers of his body. And then on top of everything else, his tits started leaking again, right into his shirt. “T-table for t-two?” Cam stammered, as he held on for dear life.

It took all of Logan’s willpower to walk out of the café door. He followed Colton into the car, swallowing down his sorrow about not being able to see Cam, and Tim, and all the other pregnant servers at the café anymore.

The sound of a belch tore Logan out of his reverie. He turned to see Colton quickly covering his mouth, Colton’s cheeks red. “God,” the younger man groaned, slumped there in his seat, and Logan took a moment to really take Colton in. Sure, Colton was small-fry next to the men at the café, but…

‘the hell happened to you? Logan wondered as he looked him over, at Colton’s shirt buttons straining, seriously straining, so hard that Logan could actually see skin between a few of them.

A button popped, and Logan couldn’t help the curse that came up his throat as he crossed his legs. Colton folded his arms over his waist, appearing mortified as he panted, and just looked —plump —in general. He hadn’t looked pregnant before they had come to Asia a week ago.

“Don’t say a word,” Colton warned, not meeting Logan’s eyes.

Logan was too busy coughing.

“I’m not like those fucking waiters,” he added tensely.

“I didn’t say anything.” Logan managed, tearing his eyes away from him.

Mostly to distract himself, Logan pulled out his cell phone and called Ike. He quickly relayed what had occurred in their final meeting with Oharo, before putting the call on speaker phone so Colton could participate.

“Who the hell is this dairy supplier?” Ike said.

“No clue. But Oharo seems very loyal to them. He won’t budge. Wants the supplier incorporated in the deal.”

“Arrange a meeting.”

Logan’s eyebrows shot up.

“Seriously?” Colton butted in. It didn’t seem to logistically make sense: exporting dairy milk to the west all the way from Asia.

“Roger wants Goop’ms in restaurants, and this seems to be the way to do it,” said Ike. “See what they have to offer. It might be financially worth our while.”

Logan and Colton exchanged dubious looks. “Sir…” Colton started.

“Just get the figures. Is there anything else?”

Logan was briefly at a loss for words. He honestly just wanted to go home at that point. “It’s weird here, Ike,” he admitted, eventually. “Really weird. Oharo has some crazy stuff going on at his cafés.”

“It looks like ‘weird’ makes money,” Ike responded dismissively. “Get back to me when you have some numbers.” Then he hung up.

-

They had expected a ranch or a farm or even some residence in the country.

Not a city-center high-rise full of cold corporate offices.

“I’m afraid there might have been a mix-up,” Colton said the next day when they were seated in the expansive corner office of some bigshot executive in the slickest suit Logan had ever seen. “We had arrangements to meet with the head of ‘Humane Dairy?’”

“Yes, that is me,” said Mr. Cho, the thirty-something executive who seemed to run things here.

Though he was puzzled, Logan had to admit that it was probably good to be away from OHO’s. He just didn’t think his dick could take any more.

“Let me bring out some samples.” Mr. Cho pressed a button on his intercom and muttered something Logan didn’t understand. A few moments later, a secretary in rectangular glasses walked in with a tray of shot glasses, each holding a small portion of milk.

As the secretary lowered the tray to the desk, she threw Logan a grim look, which surprised Logan a little. This certainly wasn’t the amiable treatment Logan had gotten at OHO’s. The secretary then stalked off.

Logan turned his attention to the samples. “My apologies, but I’m a little confused. Where is your dairy produced? We were expecting fresh product, straight off a farm.”

“Farms? Oh no, we do not have business with any farms,” said Cho.

“Then where do you keep your cows?” The question sounded utterly stupid as Logan heard himself say it. Clearly they were in the wrong place. Or Cho was some middle-man to add to their headache.

Mr. Cho gave Logan a peculiar look. “No, we do not have any business with cows either.” He pressed the intercom again. “Ann, our guests would like to meet some of our producers,” he said.

“Just a moment, sir.”

And it was just a moment later, that the office door opened, and in walked two men with the biggest breasts Logan had ever seen.

“Oh…” Logan breathed.

These tits were large, but plump —round and fat, not sagging. The blonde had his straining against a tight semi-transparent tank top. Logan could see where his hugely swollen nipples were bulging hard against the material, as though to tunnel through. He was also wearing a pair of tight shorts that were just pasted against his perky ass.

The other man was looking down, seeming uncomfortable. He was wearing an oversized hoodie that was still stretched tight at the chest. His huge tits might have been even bigger than the blonde’s. Logan could tell that he was wearing a bra just by the way the cups were pinching hard into his fat mounds under the sweatshirt. The undergarment didn’t seem to fit him anymore.

Logan’s jaw was on the floor. He didn’t have to look at Colton to know that he was mirroring his expression.

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