Shark, Part 16 - Female 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: Female: pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, lactation, multiples, weight gain, stuffing.

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Logan was stunned when Sarah was taken, not to the airport medical office, but to an interrogation room, now in the custody of airport security. Logan watched Sarah’s ordeal from outside, through the two-way mirror that broadcasted what was going on.

“What the hell are you smuggling?” one of the officers demanded, his palm slamming against the table top.

Sarah was slumped in her seat, her small feet scuffing against the floor tiles. She was drenched in sweat, breathing heavily, her clammy hands feebly massaging her mammoth abdomen. It sat heavily in her lap, heaving up and down like a sleeping beast. It was just so huge,  Logan didn’t know how she toted it around, even with assistance.

The mass squashed her lap, overflowing it. It outspanned her thighs and was probably six inches wider than her torso on each side. It looked incredibly packed and tight and was undeniably bigger than Sarah herself. She was host to this massive hoard squeezing inside her body, and she was starting to look like a mere attachment.

The officers hadn’t even given her new clothes. Instead, she sat there weakly tugging at her stretchy blouse, which couldn’t hope to cover her inflated abdomen. It only seemed to pull as far as her navel and slid up every time she let it go.

It was tight at the chest, her cleavage peeking out between the straining buttons. It looked like her breasts had swelled some as well, but that growth was nowhere near as substantial as what her belly had undergone.

“Mmghhh…m-my babies,” Sarah moaned as her body gave a forceful shudder, her cheeks reddening. She looked ready to give birth. How could she not? Logan had never seen anyone pushed so far, so packed with strain. He didn’t even know how this was possible, and couldn’t tear his gaze away.

Some part of him felt guilty. Standing there spectating, enjoying the thrill of her body being stretched to capacity, while she was clearly struggling, just trying to endure the strain of her extreme fertility.

Her belly jumped outward, practically seeming to bounce with activity, or more growth. Sarah squealed like an animal, arching in her seat, fidgeting helplessly, whining as she scrabbled at her swollen midsection. “Oh god, oh god…” she gasped out, huffing and puffing like she was doing lamaze. “Ngghhh…please…” she pleaded. To whom, Logan did not know. It seemed like she was talking to her own unborn babies, begging them to calm down.

She looked like a boulder was crushing her, her flesh lurching and shivering as she squirmed helplessly, rubbing what she could reach.

The two officers in the interrogation room stared. “What the hell did you do to yourself?” one asked in morbid fascination.

Sarah hardly seemed to register the question. Her hair was disheveled, long strands of it hanging in her face. She stared off, looking drained and dizzy. She tensed slightly as she moaned, her cleavage rising like dough in the deep V-neck of her blouse, the top pinching into her plump breasts while the diamonds of visible flesh grew wider between the buttons. Logan suddenly noticed the white material dampening at her chest, making the fabric more revealing and transparent. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. She was lactating.

Her nipples bulged visibly, looking thick and long, resembling thimbles, and only seeming to grow more erect as milk seeped. Sarah’s lips were parted, eyes unfocused. She seemed delirious. She had packed herself so shamelessly to this extreme, bred herself like an animal until there was a fucking litter inside her. Her belly heaved up and down, looking ready to burst right open. Her eyes fluttered. She feebly pawed at her mass. She seemed somewhere between awake and unconscious.

Logan was salivating. He wanted to touch and feel. He wanted her desperately, in fact, he’d never wanted anything more. He’d even be willing to fucking keep her.

He startled when someone grabbed his shoulder. Suddenly wrenched out of his reverie, Logan looked up at the airport security officer who had also been surveying the interrogation.

“You’re free to leave,” the officer said, giving Logan a stern look. His nametag read Moore.

“No, I—” Logan stammered. He inhaled, trying to gather his composure. “I have to stay. I’m her friend. Well I — I’m supposed to be looking after her.”

“Legally, you have no grounds to be here. This is now a homeland security matter, and you have no clearance to be watching a witness questioning. If you don’t leave on your own now, I’m going to have to remove you, myself,” Moore warned, patting the cuffs on his belt.

Logan’s heart sank. “Shit, can I just —”

There was a chiming noise. Logan slowly looked down at his pocket. He pulled out his cell phone, staring at the name of the caller. “I…have to take this,” he said awkwardly, putting the phone to his ear. He turned away as the officer’s jaw ticked in irritation.

“Mr. Graham–” Moore growled.

“Hello?” Logan whispered hurriedly into his phone. “Mr. Oharo?”

“Hello, Mr. Graham,” responded Mr. Oharo’s cool voice.

“Mr. Oharo, I’m so sorry, we were at the airport, and Sarah — well she’s in custody, and—”

“Everything has been handled,” Oharo cut him off.

Logan blinked. “What?”

But as he looked back through the two-way glass, he noticed that Sarah’s interrogation had been interrupted. A middle-aged man had entered the room, his hat and the epaulettes on his shoulders distinguishing his rank. He was flanked by two younger officers.

“Federal air marshal service,” said the man, showing his badge. “This interrogation is over.”

The two officers who had been interrogating Sarah looked baffled. “Hold on—” one started.

He was left ignored. “Miss Sao, I offer you my deepest apologies,” the marshal said, nodding respectfully to the young woman slumped in her seat. “Please allow me to personally to escort you to the runway. We have a private jet ready and waiting to take you back to Asia.”

Logan’s jaw was hanging. He stared at his phone, then brought it back to his ear. “Sir…how did you—?”

“Thank you, Mr. Graham. Everything is handled. We will be in touch,” Oharo said brusquely.

The line went dead. Logan was left dumbfounded. So, he joined Moore in gazing through the two-way glass as the marshal and his flanking officers struggled to heave the dazed Sarah to her feet.

After a moment, Logan gulped, deciding to try his luck. “Can I say goodbye to her?”

“Get the hell out of here,” Moore snapped.

“But I…” Logan started as Moore roughly grabbed hold of his upper arm.

Logan’s free hand pressed against the glass, sliding away with a squeak as he was dragged away. They took an elevator up into the main airport, where Logan was shoved back into the masses of travelers.

And so ended the Sarah saga.

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A few weeks later, Mia was balancing a register, her lips counting soundlessly as her fingers rapidly tapped buttons. She was barely aware of the male customer standing there staring at her deep line of cleavage bulging heavily from the V-neck of the tight polo shirt she was wearing.

“Er,” the customer finally said, one hand scratching the back of his neck. “I — I’d like to order a—”

Mia’s eyes snapped up. “Lucy, can you handle this?”

Lucy finished refilling a compartment on the expresso machine. “Sure thing,” she said as she made her way over to the second register, which was a little farther down the counter. “I can help you over here, sir. What can I get you?”

The customer blinked several times then shuffled towards Lucy.

Mia finished up at the register, slamming the drawer shut. “Hey, don’t bring that here!” she barked, stopping Logan in his tracks. “That needs to go in the supply room. We’re practically drowning in stirrers over here. And grab some vanilla chai mix while you’re at it, we’re running low.”

Logan scowled, but obediently changed course to the back area. After he dumped the large box of coffee stirrers into the supply room, he returned to the public area of the café, where Mia was now confronting Kat.

“Did you call Miller about the door hinge repair? I’ve been asking you since yesterday.”

“He said he’d stop by on the weekend,” Kat responded, clearly irritated. She didn’t look up from the papers on the clipboard she was scrutinizing, the bottom of it pressed against the top of her belly.

“This weekend? Seriously?”

Mia was becoming insufferable. Logan exchanged a look with Kat. He feared they had created a monster.

They were the ones who had proposed moving Mia into a managerial role. Mr. Oharo had agreed, and there had been conference calls, Oharo and Mia building rapport. Then everything had gone downhill.

Mia was in Oharo’s pocket. Despite the long distance, they seemed to be in constant contact now. Mia even wore an earpiece at all times, muttering things as she looked around. The whole situation made Logan paranoid.

Suddenly he couldn’t wait to resume his regular duties at the corporate office.

“Well call him again,” Mia said. Kat had finally lifted her gaze from her clipboard, glaring at the other woman. “You know how this place gets on Saturdays, we can’t just have…” Mia trailed off, her cheeks flushing and her eyelids fluttering. She looked down at herself. “Oh, damn.”

Logan followed her gaze to the plump, round E-cups that sat high on Mia’s chest, looking disproportionately large on the rest of her body. Her cleavage was sleek with sweat, nipples big and bulging visibly against her shirt material. And her shirt had dampened, subtly. Logan could see the two pools of moisture steadily getting darker and more defined as the pools spread wider.

“Oh shit, it’s happening,” Mia rambled, both excited and nervous as her eyes darted from one person to the next. “It’s finally — wait, what do I do? I should…right, I got this,” Mia seemed to recall that she was the one in charge now. “I’ll just — the pumping stations. So uh — we’ll continue this conversation later,” Mia told Kat awkwardly, before nodding to herself, and turning to the door behind the bar. She marched through it, into the back area, pumping her fist into the air. “I’m about to christen this place!” Mia declared as the door swung shut behind her.

Pumping station, Logan thought. That must have been one of the new rooms set up that he had yet to explore. There was a whole construction crew on site Mondays through Thursdays overnight, rapidly implementing the various renovations Oharo had ordered. They were even working to incorporate the building’s unused basement into the setup.

When Mia was out of sight, Lucy and a few of the other employees sagged a bit, seemingly in relief. Some customers looked disappointed.

Logan and Kat exchanged glares this time, then continued with their work.

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Early that afternoon, they had a conference call scheduled with Mr. Oharo. They did one several times a week, just Kat, Mia, and Logan.

“Sorry guys, I didn’t realize it would take this long,” Mia said with a weary grin. They were cluttered in the room now designated the pumping station, Logan trying not to stare at Mia, slumped in a chair with her shirt drawn up over her chest. A large suction cup was attached to each of her breasts. As the pump hummed, the suction cups pinched into her fat breast flesh, methodically pulling and extracting Mia’s milk, the woman in question not showing a modicum of embarrassment.

Logan’s face was hot, his gaze averted. It was all he could do not to stare at the perfect pair of tits Mia had grown, mounds quavering slightly with every pulse of the machine. Her legs fidgeted now and then in her tight leggings. Her build was slim but soft; not quite chubby.

In his periphery, he could see Mia pull her hair out of her eyes, wiping some of the sweat accumulating on her forehead.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Kat said through her teeth, forcefully pressing buttons on the landline sitting on a small table between the three of them. She put it on speaker as it started to beep, different from the ringing noise they would expect for local calls.

“Fuck, this is intense,” Mia grunted, kicking out as her face twitched. Her hands lifted, cradling the sides of her fat tits.

The line picked up.

“Hello?” said Oharo’s voice, Logan severely grateful for the distraction.

“Hello Mr. Oharo, it’s Kat here with Logan and Mia,” Kat said professionally.

“Good evening, sir,” Logan said, proud of himself for remembering the time difference this round.

“Greetings,” Mia grunted, wincing.

“Hello to you all,” Mr. Oharo said, his voice sounding pleased. “There is much to discuss. Where shall we start?”

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