Shark, Part 12 - Male Version (Patreon)

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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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In just a couple of weeks, the café was transformed. Tim brought in bigger tables, brighter colors, and softer edges. The environment as a whole became bubblier, yet still cozy.

Tim started hiring as well. There were several new servers, all of them visibly pregnant. Each man seemed puzzled to have gotten the job so easily, especially given their conditions and the accompanying stigmas.

“Of course, of course, we’re a family company,” Tim would say when the new-hires brought it up. “We love babies,” he told them, patting his own jutting midsection. “And we’re all together in this. We have to support the community.”

Everyone was certainly intrigued, particularly the original employees, who Tim was kind enough not to fire despite their lack of being pregnant.

“Holy shit,” Chris muttered behind the counter one afternoon as he gazed at his phone.

Logan raised an eyebrow. Chris passed him his phone and Logan quickly scanned the email. It was a message from Tim, sent out to all the café workers.

I am happy to announce the offering of several new performance-based bonuses available to all café employees:

What followed was a comprehensive list of truly generous bonuses, based on belly measurements, chest size, and weight gain. Logan was stunned.

“Dang, now I almost wish I could get knocked up,” Chris said ambivalently as he frowned down at his flat midsection. “With bonuses like these, doesn’t even seem that bad.”

Logan gulped. He just hoped that corporate didn’t find out about this.

-

Tim kept pestering him about hiring a “dairy producer.” Eventually Logan had no choice but to cave.

He was most familiar with Chris, who seemed pretty laid-back, and least liable to punch him in the face for asking.

“Seriously?” said Chris after Logan had given the proposal in one hasty breath. Chris adjusted his glasses.

“Well, I understand if you have no interest-” Logan started, ready to flee.

“I could try it out, I guess?” Chris grabbed the contract out of Logan’s hands, appraising it with furrowed brows. “Trippy stuff.”

Logan blinked. Clearly Chris didn’t understand what Logan was asking. “Right, so…why don’t you take some time to look over the paperwork?” Logan suggested.

“No, it’s okay, I’m in.” Chris whipped out a pen and signed his name at the bottom of the agreement.

Logan continued to stare. Chris was a skateboarder and stoner, presently wearing a T-shirt and some shorts, his hair poking out from under his baseball cap. Chris was one of the few guys there who didn't sleep with men. In fact, Logan was pretty sure he had a girlfriend.

“Right…so…I’ll make the arrangements for the drugs?” Logan expected Chris to be taken aback at any moment.

“Yeah, I’ll take ‘em. Boob milk,” Chris snorted.

“Okay…” Logan slowly backed away. There was no way this could all be so easy. No fucking way.

And yet somehow, it was.

-

And while Chris got started on the drug regimen to become a “producer,” the new waiters were slowly getting accustomed to the increasingly clingy “uniforms” that Tim was setting them up with. Well, if the Tooters franchise could do it…

Logan found himself increasingly amazed (and alarmed) by what employers could get away with, granted they got permissions in writing. Tim was just taking charge and changing everything around.

He kept emphasizing on “Oharo’s vision” while he made Logan and Colton take on various roles at the café, from bookkeeping, to serving customers, and even maintenance work. Tim wanted them to understand the business and operations intimately, at every level. Logan supposed it made sense. Logan didn’t like it, but he didn’t fight it either.

Instead, he stood back and enjoyed the constant arguments between Colton and Tim.

“You have to eat something,” Tim insisted.

Colton was flustered and irritated. He had just consumed two bagels not an hour ago, but to Tim, it might as well have been air. “You know your authority here only extends to work related stuff,” Colton said icily. Even then, he was gazing at Tim’s waistline with that daunted look, as though he was afraid he was becoming Tim.

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous,” Tim responded with a sinister smile. “We both know I own you.”

Colton capitulated, because it was true. He began to eat from the samples tray clutched right in his arms, chomping angrily on pastries with as much venom as he could incorporate. Logan watched indulgently.

Colton was suffering the indignity of a server uniform, this one a tight blue jumpsuit which he had fought Tim tooth and nail against (and lost). And through that tight material, Logan could see how much Colton was growing every day.

God, Colton was really putting on weight. Logan silently rooted for Tim every time he pressured Colton to eat more. Logan’s heart would race whenever he gazed at Colton. He got turned on just thinking about the things to come at the rate he was swelling up. Colton already looked as though he was six months along.

Of course, he had nothing on Tim. Tim was wearing the clingiest turtleneck Logan had ever seen. He paired it with some tight pants, truly showing off as much of his body as it could. Logan didn’t know how Tim could act so casually content when he was just so massive, his belly huge and round, wider than the rest of him. He looked as though he was pregnant with quads, his belly shuddering visibly at times.

Logan saw the occasional twitches and grimaces that crossed Tim’s lips, but for the most part, Tim plastered his face with an easy smile. He sipped his milkshakes, and winked when he caught Logan staring. After which Logan would (arduously) tear his eyes away.

Tim’s chest were getting bigger. Softer. He had sprouted tits – maybe Ds already. Logan wondered if that was deliberate, what with Tim dipping into those lactation supplements so casually, like he thought it was candy.

Tim’s free hand reached down to rub his lower belly. It couldn’t have been comfortable, so packed and full. He must have been truly exhausted.

Yet he acted as though he didn’t have a care in the world, and somehow it just made him hotter.

-

Later that day, Logan went into one of the back rooms to pick up some extra coffee sleeves, and he saw something he didn’t think he was supposed to have seen.

Colton was in the room, but he had not noticed Logan, probably because his eyes were squeezed shut, his face twisted in discomfort. He was gripping a shelf adjacent to Logan with one hand, his other hand clutching his rounded abdomen as he breathed in heavy puffs.

“No…nrrghhh…” Colton grunted as his face reddened, starting to sweat with the strain of-

His belly was growing!

Logan saw it immediately, Colton’s stomach shifting outward while growing rounder, his uniform becoming tighter, then straining as diamonds of flesh became exposed between the buttons.

The growth spurt only lasted a couple of seconds, with Colton gasping for breath as he desperately rubbed the swell. He was pouring sweat now, cheeks flushed bright red. He opened his eyes to gaze down at his swollen body in clear horror.

“H-hey,” Logan managed.

Colton’s looked up, startled. “What the fuck?” he snapped at noticing Logan standing there.

“You okay?” Logan said.

Colton quickly grabbed a waist apron off a shelf, tying it around him to cover where he had outgrown his buttons. “Fuck you,” Colton growled as he shoved past him, leaving the room.

Logan gripped the wall, feeling breathless and dazed.

Oh god, it was just like in Asia! It – it was happening!

-

It took Logan a while to compose himself. Even after going to the bathroom for some deeply needed relief, then splashing his face with some cool water, he felt as though he was barely holding it together.

It took all his effort not to drink Colton in. Colton was behind the counter trying to make a latte with clumsy hands and an unnerved expression. Tim idly observed the café and sipped his latest milkshake, seeming all too pleased with the progress.

“Whatever you’re doing is working,” Logan noted quietly as he stood beside Tim. Logan, too, looked around at all the workers, and actual customers. The café now had a decent amount of regulars, and the number was growing every day. On first visit, most customers were shocked by the set up. But a certain amount of them came back a second time, with intrigue, and then a third time, finally with purpose. As though they had accepted in themselves what they liked about the place.

The employees were enjoying themselves, at least. The servers liked having a community of other “freaks,” and they liked having a boss like Tim with whom they could relate in their uncommon conditions. They liked the sheer fact that they were hired at all, just months before they would have to take maternity leave. And they especially liked the idea of the big monetary bonuses Tim was offering out in exchange for — of all things — big bellies.

“Of course,” Tim said contentedly. He was truly a madman. The place was honestly starting to resemble the original branch in Asia.

Logan allowed his gaze to continue to wander. Three of the employees were clutching clipboards while chuckling amongst themselves. There was Chris, who had a pencil tucked behind his ear. He was wearing a loose collared shirt and an apron. As Chris was the main barista and not pregnant, Logan supposed he was exempt from tight clothes. The other two young men, in contrast, were both in their third trimesters. Chris was curiously touching one of their bellies while muttering something, a bemused look on his face. The recipient threw back his head in hearty laughter.

For something that felt so wrong, the scene was oddly…nice. Innocent. Logan threw a glance at Colton, who was practically smoldering in his ill mood while wiping some plates dry.

“Chris, Andy, Ryan – can I talk to you for a minute? In the back?” Tim called to them.

The place wasn’t too busy, with another waiter already attending to the latest customers who had entered.

“You’re welcome to join us,” Tim added to Logan with that mischievous smile of his. Tim led the four of them to the back, where there was a little break room. They gathered around Tim, Chris plopping into a seat as he pulled off his apron.

“You guys have been doing really well so far,” Tim told the employees with a grin. “And you all look great.”

“Well, I have nothing on tubby here,” Ryan joked as he lightly nudged Andy in the arm with his elbow.

Both guys laughed, Andy gently shoving Ryan.

“Chris, seeing any progress?” Tim inquired.

“Yeah, they’re definitely growing,” Chris said as he cupped his chest, which did appear somewhat rounded now that Logan was paying attention. Fuck, how had Logan missed those fat little hills sticking out? It probably didn’t help that Chris often wore an apron. “Fucking weird,” the barista went on with an embarrassed grin.

“Have you been trying with the pumps?”

“Yep, every night,” Chris nodded. “Nothing yet.”

“Make sure to keep massaging them every day,” Tim instructed.

This was all just surreal. Logan felt dizzy.

“Andy, how are you doing?” Tim asked. Andy was heavily pregnant, almost at term, despite his belly being significantly smaller than Tim’s was.

“Alive,” Andy said, causing Chris and Ryan to snicker. Andy rubbed circles on his belly with a weary grin. “Only one more week. This kid’s almost ready to be born.” That was right. Andy had only been employed at the café for a couple of weeks and his due date was almost upon them.

Andy didn’t qualify for paid leave given how briefly he had been employed at the café, though he would be taking some unpaid time off, which would ultimately leave the café down an employee for at least a month. What a trade-off. Logan was again reminded of what a nonsensical business model Tim had implemented since taking over.

“That’s really exciting!” Tim said with ostensible cheer. But then his face fell, just a little. “Darn. It would just be a shame for you to miss out on the next bonus. It’s a big one. And you’re so close, just a couple more inches.”

“Oh?” Andy blinked.

“Well actually…you haven’t been measured today. Why don’t we check? Just for the heck of it?”

“Yeah,” Andy agreed, a little thrown off, but looking interested.

Often, Tim tried to disguise his demands for weight gain, body measurements, and heavy pregnancies with themes of LBGTQ-rights and “body positivity.” He was hiring visibly pregnant men, which was practically saintly in recruiting culture as most employers didn’t even hire pregnant women. Tim was ever so supportive of men with full, curvaceous, feminine bodies, unlike those other employers who would much rather discriminate against men suffering this rare and new affliction.

“Oh you’re so close,” Tim mourned after he wrapped the measuring tape around Andy’s distended midsection. “Well…you still have a week, right? Who knows, maybe baby might have a growth spurt or something.” Tim shrugged.

“Yeah…who knows?” Andy said, his mind clearly working as he bit his bottom lip. “Can you remind me...how much is that bonus, exactly?”

“Andy, don’t worry about it. Right now you should just focus on the baby – and in just one week! I’m so happy for you! Can’t wait till it’s my turn.” Tim cupped his own abdomen looking humorously aggrieved.

But now Andy was looking at Ryan, who was rapidly scrolling through his phone. It seemed that Ryan had found what he was looking for: the bonus figures. The blonde looked at Andy with wide eyes.

Five grand, if Logan recalled.

Ryan’s hand absently cupped his own belly. He would be next to have his baby after Andy, as he was almost eight months along.

“Yeah, happy…” Andy said, clearly lost in his thoughts. At twenty-five, he could certainly use the money.

Five thousand dollars was actually on the low end. The bonuses only went up from there, Logan mused.

“I really have to go through those employee emails again,” Chris mentioned, also becoming absorbed in his phone. Tim had set something into motion.

“I have an idea. Why don’t we throw you a baby shower?” said Tim, cheerful as ever.

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