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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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Logan waited at arrivals, amused with himself for assuming the duties of a lowly chauffeur. He even held up a sign with SAO printed across it in large, bolded lettering. He plastered his face with his best smile, determined to ensure that things went as smoothly as possible.

People started pouring out of customs. First Class and Business Class always disembarked first, Logan knew. He narrowed his eyes, looking out for anyone who seemed remotely familiar. He couldn’t say that he had met any of Mr. Oharo’s business associates. Logan had glimpsed an accounting guy at one point, maybe. But Logan’s trip to Asia had been largely about the atmosphere of the café, and meeting the servers. Business discussion had been limited to the negotiations with Colton and Oharo in Oharo’s quaint café office.

Then Logan saw him. Someone familiar. The guy stuck out like a sore thumb, and Logan was so confounded that he dropped the sign.

Tim!?

When Tim spotted Logan, he smiled broadly as he made his way over. He was wearing a form fitting button-down shirt that must have been custom-made to fit his body without looking like a circus tent. “Mr. Graham,” Tim greeted breathlessly as he closed their distance and offered his hand, posing now as a business man instead of some pregnant college kid.

It took Logan a moment to find his voice. He managed to shake Tim’s hand, his eyes compulsively darting down to Tim’s swollen midsection. Other people were staring as well. Male pregnancy wasn’t something you saw every day, or at all, really. And at Tim’s size, he looked like he could have been due with twins, even beyond it. “What are you doing here?” Logan blurted.

“I’m the company representative,” Tim responded. “Well, I was promoted. Mr. Oharo wants me more on the business side of things.”

Logan was stunned. This felt like a joke. How could Oharo send someone so…so indiscreet, to coordinate things? Tim was young, unqualified, and terribly naïve, in Logan’s experience. On top of that, he was heavily pregnant. No one in corporate was going to take Tim seriously. Again, Logan’s gaze drifted downwards.

Tim noticed. “Yes, I decided to keep them,” he said. “After all, OHO’s is a family company. Mr. Oharo helped me to see more clearly and do the right thing. The babies are doing well. They’re getting so big.”

It was such a change of tune from the Tim that Logan had met in Asia. Only a month ago, Tim had still been trying to hide his pregnancy, and had been considering an abortion. He had been in complete denial of the possibility of multiples. But now, in contrast, Tim was acting as content as could be.

“Should you even be traveling this far along?” said Logan uneasily. He wasn’t even sure how Tim had been granted allowance on the flight, let alone fit in a plane seat. (But of course, Business Class was seating was roomier.)

Tim looked at Logan as though he thought he was kidding. “I’m only six months.”

Christ. Logan gulped.

And with nothing left to do but to…to proceed as planned, Logan tore his gaze away from Tim’s abdomen and attempted to smile again. “Let’s grab your luggage.”

After picking up Tim’s three suitcases (Just how long is he planning on staying?), Logan personally drove through awful city traffic, like a proper host, to bring Tim to the luxury hotel Logan had booked for him on the company card.

The drive was largely silent, but Logan could already feel his mind being corrupted, cognitive function declining as he was intoxicated by Tim’s presence. And this was worse than it had been in Asia. Because right now, it was just the two of them. Logan wasn’t sure how he was going to get through working personally with Tim in the coming days, or longer. It was practically sabotage. If Logan didn’t get into trouble for one too many stares, he was sure he would be fired for the variety of dumb business decisions he would undoubtedly make under Tim’s influence.

“We’ll take care of your luggage,” the concierge said, trying not to stare, after they had checked Tim in. “You two are welcome to go up to your suite.”

“We’re not a couple,” Logan corrected, again. Two of the workers at the airport had made the same assumption. “We’re just business associates.”

The concierge blinked at him, perhaps confused as to why Logan would take the time to explain this.

Embarrassed, Logan turned back to Tim. “I’d love to take you out to dinner, but I’m sure you want to rest after your long flight—”

“Dinner sounds great,” Tim cut in. “I’ll just get changed.” He made his way towards the elevators, more poised than should have been natural, given his condition. Like he was taking lengths to move as smoothly as possible.

When Tim came back down to the lobby thirty minutes later, he was wearing a tight jumpsuit with the zipper pushed low. Logan knew he shouldn’t have been surprised.

Hotel guests and staff alike sent astonished looks their way. Tim hardly seemed to notice. He made his way over to Logan, looking perfectly refreshed. “Shall we go?”

Logan brought Tim to the best restaurant in town. Logan didn’t have a reservation, but he had the right connections to ensure the they got the best table there.

Logan could hardly take his eyes off Tim. The younger man was truly attractive outside of OHO’s, not flustered and sweaty under the demands of being a server. Here, he was on his own. Here, he had some measure of power.

Tim had filled out some in the past few weeks. Not a lot, but he was no longer skinny-looking. He had the start of breasts and even a bit of an ass now. And Tim seemed more confident outside of Oharo’s purview.

“Did I order too much?” said Tim, a bit facetiously. He already knew the answer. Logan would pull out all the stops for him.

“No, of course not,” Logan said.

Tim had ordered a lot. Five main courses and a shit ton of appetizers. Logan would have thought Tim to be crazy had he not already seen how much food the kid could throw back firsthand.

Tim’s belly pressed into the edge of the table where he sat. Tim didn’t seem to notice it, as though this was normal for him these days. The deep neckline of his outfit hugged against the cleavage of the little A-cups on his chest.

Logan watched Tim eat his courses as they were brought out one by one by baffled waiters. Logan tried and failed to pick at his sea bass. It was so much more fascinating to watch Tim eat. The guy was unreal. Was Tim really that hungry, or was this just routine for him by then? Was he still under orders to binge at every opportunity?

Tim consumed his food with pleasure. Fast and efficient, but also a little sexual. Or maybe that was just Logan’s perspective as he watched Tim eat through another plate of truffle pasta and suck down what had to be his fifteenth crab leg. Tim poured the whole saucer of butter over his lobster then asked the waiter for more.

“It’s all so delicious,” Tim said breathlessly between bites of chewy steak slathered in butter and chimichurri sauce. “I admit, I was expecting to sample some of the local cuisine here.”

“We don’t exactly have ‘local cuisine,’” Logan responded, as he watched Tim lick some sauce off the corner of his lip. “It’s all just a mixture of international dishes. And inferior versions. The only thing we really originated here is cheap, crappy fast food.”

Tim smiled, amused. “How is Colton?” He plucked a large ball of mozzarella into his mouth.

“Fine.” Logan responded. Still a pain in his ass, but Colton was well, Logan supposed. “He’s doing well. How’s college?” Logan countered. He didn’t want to stray too far into personal territory, but he didn’t want to get straight into how poorly his branch of the café was doing either.

“I left University,” said Tim. He chewed, and swallowed. “After my promotion, it seemed unnecessary. Of course, business is new for me. There’s a learning curve, but I’ll do my best.”

Oharo was certainly taking a gamble with this one. Of course, he favored Tim. Speaking of… “How is Cam doing?”

“Oh,” said Tim. “Cam went into early labor. We were all a bit disappointed...but the babies are doing well.”

“Ah…”

“Yes, it’s…a lot for him. But he’s getting help, so…well, it’s an adjustment.” Tim’s hand that wasn’t gripping his fork reached down to cup the side of his belly. He seemed to notice that his face had fallen, so he quickly put on a fresh smile. “But yes, it was unexpected. I must make sure to carry my own children as long as possible. I have no intention of giving birth until I’m a term. Maybe even past it.”

“Some things…you can’t control,” said Logan awkwardly, his heart racing at the thought of what Tim would look like at nine months pregnant. That was three whole months from now. Tim already looked as though he should have gone into labor several weeks ago.

“Well, there are strategies. Diet, exercise, meditation. Even willpower. We have more control of our bodies than we realize. I'll just have to work hard. I think Mr. Oharo will be quite proud.”

Logan could only hum in response, his mind running away with him.

“This is my first time traveling so far,” Tim went on in a lighter tone as he resumed eating. “Mr. Oharo says I will gain lots of weight on this trip. He says the food here is so fattening.”

“Right,” Logan managed.

“I wonder how much I’ll put on. I might be a blimp by the time I go home,” Tim laughed.

Logan gulped.

“If I put on enough, Mr. Oharo promised me a big bonus.”

This conversation was proving torturous on Logan’s cock. But rather than excusing himself to the bathroom, he couldn’t help asking, “Is that what you want?”

Tim was caught off guard. “Um…” He bit his bottom lip in thought.

Logan had noticed the luxury watch Tim was wearing that had to be in the range of ten grand. Tim was also wearing designer shoes that he certainly couldn’t have afforded on a barista salary. Clearly Tim had a taste for expensive things. Tim absently rubbed his belly with both hands, flushed and breathless.

By the time Tim finished dessert, he was a little flustered, but not fazed. The quantity of food had not overwhelmed him. But then, he had more capacity than most.

Logan found Tim’s ambivalence about his pregnancy to be interesting. Tim didn’t like his condition, but he liked the money he got for it. He was overwhelmed by the thought of being a parent, but again, Tim just couldn’t turn away the money, gifts, and career opportunities.

The drive back to the hotel was quiet. It was late, so traffic had improved. Logan tried to keep his eyes on the road and not the tight jumpsuit Tim was crammed into.

The confidence of the outfit contrasted with Tim’s reticence, and fatigue, at moments like these ones. Logan wondered if that confidence was manufactured. Forced by habit and duty and whatever other depraved things Tim’s employment demanded.

“Mr. Oharo said that you would make sure that I am well taken care of while I’m here,” Tim said absently.

“Of course,” Logan choked out, mortified. Eyes on the road. He couldn’t let his thoughts dive into dangerous territory.

They finally got back to the hotel. Logan pulled up to the curb at the entrance, but then they sat in silence for a while. Tim didn’t move.

“What’s wrong?” Logan asked, looking at him.

Tim was frowning, gazing out the window, his belly looking so big where it was perched on his narrow thighs. Logan watched the mound heave gently with his breathing. “I…er…” Tim started.

“Are you still hungry?” said Logan incredulously.

Cheeks reddening slightly, Tim nodded.

“Nothing’s open,” said Logan.

“I’m not picky,” Tim insisted.

Logan tried to think through the surrealness of the predicament. Nothing would be open, not now, unless…maybe…

He brought Tim to a popular fast food chain. The interior of the restaurant was closed, but the drive-through stayed open all night.

It wasn’t the type of place Logan would want anyone at the office to know he had brought his important guest. But Tim seemed content, at least.

They sat in the car in the empty parking lot of the restaurant as Tim chomped his way through a bag of double cheeseburgers, and with none of the etiquette he had honed when they were out in public. “Mgghhhh…so gooood…” Tim moaned as he gobbled burgers down, one after the next. Logan could only watch, speechless. Staring at Tim in morbid fascination.

“Fuhhck, this is so yummy,” Tim said, voice muffled by the latest greasy sandwich packed so tightly in his mouth that his cheeks were bulging. “Mmm…more, Logan.”

“W-what?” Logan stammered.

“I want more,” Tim insisted as he crumpled the oil-soaked paper bag in his hand.

They did another run through the drive-through, this time ordering even more food. And again, Tim gobbled down burgers, fries, and chicken sandwiches between fidgeting and panting and rubbing his abdomen.

“So tight,” he grunted. “They’re gonna get bigger. You’re making me so big,” he groaned, arching, shoving his belly forward.

And maybe his belly was getting a little bit bigger, right at that moment, inching outward, a little fatter. It was hard to tell. Logan was just trying to regain control of himself.

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