Shark, Part 19 - 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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Kat writhed, the fluid denser than water as it pulled her down, warm, sticky, and coating her body. She had unintentionally gulped down several mouthfuls in her struggles before she came to realize that her feet just managed to touch the bottom. It was better to stand on her toes so that she wasn’t constantly coughing and taking more of the icing in. Not that it wasn’t tasty. It was just a shock to be there so suddenly. Soaked and sticky in this metallic room, submerged in a huge pool of icing. Trapped for all she knew.

Kat gasped for breath, the substance lapping against her chin.

She didn’t think she could have swum in this even if she wasn’t pregnant. It was a strange sensation, one she had never thought she would encounter. It was an even stranger predicament. Kat waded over to the edge, looking for something to grip, but the walls were too high, too slippery and smooth. There was nothing to latch onto. No means to get out.

Her arms quickly lost strength from the number of times she groped around for something to grab. She dropped back, more of the icing flooding her mouth. The taste was pleasant –perhaps better than the batter had been. Kat drank, even though this didn’t give her comfort, only more strain.

She felt so warm, the thick icing cradling her in ways water simply couldn’t. She could tell that her belly was gurgling, even though she couldn’t hear it. She could feel the tremors of indigestion, her abdomen seeming to throb from the tension that filled it. She knew that she had drastically overeaten, to the point that it was painful, yet she kept on going. Because when else would she ever find herself in a vat of fucking icing?

She felt lethargic. Like she could pass out right there. It made the prospect of escape all the more daunting. What a mess she was in. She groaned, her insides lurching. At least the fatigue eased the anxiety to a degree. She didn’t know what she would do if she panicked. This was preferable, this sugar daze and numbness.

“Errghhh…” Through the icing, she cupped the underside of her belly, which felt absurdly tight. She could feel it tremoring, her face reddening, her skin stinging and tingling, overburdened by the recent surplus of pressure. God, what was wrong with her? No self-control whatsoever. This fucking pregnancy. “Mmghhh…” Never in a million years would she have envisioned herself in this sort of situation. But somehow this baby had changed everything. She was making the strangest decisions, and her life had become some sick joke in consequence.

Her blazer was dragging her in one direction or another, feeling twisted and lopsided. Kat managed to pull it off her arms, letting it sink into the icing and disappear. She was left in the tank top she had been wearing beneath it, which was now sticking against her body like glue, rendered transparent by its saturation in fluid.

Kat kept drinking. There was nothing else to do. The sweetness seemed to calm her, like a drug might. The sugar numbed her brain in highs that kept her stable as her mind slowly reeled.

She didn’t want to think of what she was waiting for. Someone to find her? A factory worker? And then what? It was better to just drink, let the sugar sedate her, as the belly pain distracted her. It became a game. Push herself further and further.

The icing level was now at her collarbone rather than her chin. Kat came to realize that the level was sinking. At first she thought that she was somehow independently responsible for lowering the volume of icing by consuming it. But Kat quickly realized this just didn’t seem possible. The icing was draining. Moving to some other part of the factory.

Kat wasn’t sure what this meant for her. As the level began to sink at a more rapid pace, she slipped and fumbled, trying to resist the icing dragging her with it toward the center of the pool.

She didn’t have much fight left. Between the fullness, the fatigue, and the pain filling her belly, she would not have been able to resist a tide of water, let alone thick icing pulling her with it. She was a stone or two off her usual balance and hadn’t been particularly athletic even before this pregnancy had started.

The icing was draining even more rapidly. It was sliding down past her belly, and Kat found herself staring at the tight swollen orb protruding from her body, her belly button seeming to have doubled in size from the sheer pressure behind it.

Kat couldn’t maintain her footing. She cried out as she was pulled toward the vacuum in the center of the pool, sliding toward an opening and possibly her demise. An embarrassing demise at that.

“Ungh!”

Kat’s eyes were squeezed shut, body tense. She had stopped moving. She felt uncomfortably cradled — stuck, actually. She opened her eyes.

Kat was at the bottom of the pool. She looked down to find herself lodged in a hole, her belly too large to fit through. The opening was rubber, which explained why it was malleable enough to fit her to this point and wasn’t exceedingly uncomfortable. But the pressure was intense, leaving her red and gasping. All her weight was against her belly, which was stubbornly lodged in the hole, preventing her from proceeding to whatever followed this chamber.

“Fuck,” Kat puffed out, as there was little else to say about this type of situation.

Her insides seemed to lurch in protest to the external pressure. She felt as though she was being squeezed, first by the food straining her inside, and now by this hole trapping her. She was just too big.

Suddenly the idea of falling into the unknown beneath seemed preferable to her current predicament, the discomfort only escalating. It felt like things were getting tighter, and perhaps they were. Kat struggled to breathe, her belly pulsing, pushing, and tightening as the hole stretched and strained to allow the momentum of her weight. But her body was growing in rebuttal, filling it more. Kat whined out. Her hands pressed against the floor of the pool, pushing and trying to heave herself up. It was useless. She wasn’t strong enough. Her feet kicked uselessly. She felt one of her shoes fall off.

“Ma’am, can you hear us?” a male voice called from somewhere below.

Ma’am!? was Kat’s first thought. She was only twenty-six! The nerve!

“Ma’am, it’s okay to let go! We’re going to catch you! Just let yourself fall,” the voice urged.

Letting oneself fall to unknown depths was already stressful enough. But Kat had the added issue of being stuck. It was mortifying. For her, it wasn’t a matter of letting go or not. That wasn’t the issue.

“Let go!” the speaker insisted.

“C-can’t,” Kat managed, but her voice was a squeak, and she doubted they would have heard her.

There was another surge of pressure, her belly expanding with growth, and the hole truly squeezing her. Her face went a puce color, and she nearly retched. Kat was hit by a potent wave of dizziness, her vision going dark at the edges, and she didn’t think that she could breathe.

Every one of her muscles went slack, her body becoming deadweight. The opening only seemed to squeeze her harder, Kat slumping, her body sinking just an inch deeper into the hole.

She shifted more, the icing serving as lubrication as she went down another notch, her body dangerously compressed, and she knew she was passing out. Just before she thought it was over and was about to cede to the most embarrassing death that there ever was, she felt herself drop.

Kat was falling through the air, feeling the rush of adrenaline in a startling instant, before she suddenly hit something bouncy. A net. She sucked in several desperate gasps as full consciousness rushed back to her.

At the same time, she was being gently lowered to the floor. Kat scrambled to get herself upright, even despite the sharp ache of tension in her belly as she sat up, her abdominals shuddering and straining against the lurching pressure.

Kat was sitting up in a large, brightly-lit room. It looked like various pieces of machinery had been shoved aside on short notice, making an open space in the center, where Kat sat on the net. A dozen or so factory workers surrounded her, each of them holding some corner of the net they had used to catch her. And scattered behind them were some people in…suits.

Men. Her colleagues.

Once Kat had blinked some of the blurriness out of her vision, she could spot Johnson, Ike, and even Logan, just staring at her. She nearly flinched when she spotted Roger. And slowly, she looked down at herself.

She was completely soaked, somehow even more soaked than if she had been covered in water. The icing saturated her clothing, pasting it against her, outlining every twist, curve, and crevice of her body. Fusing her tank top against her to the point that she might as well have been not wearing anything at all.

Her pregnancy was blatant. Her swollen breasts, her distended nipples, her overstuffed belly — it was all on display for everyone to see. Roger looked completely stunned. Slowly, his eyebrows furrowed, and his face darkened. He did not try to hide the disappointment, or the disgust, on his wrinkled face. The CEO was famous for his extreme conservative leanings, even incorporating it into contracts and hirings. Having a child out of wedlock was a drastic offense, particularly when it was a woman who was doing it. And Kat’s body was all the evidence he needed.

Turning away, Roger walked off with his limp and his cane. Some of the factory workers approached, offering Kat their aid. They helped her to her weak legs.

The suits remained still and silent. Finally, Ike shook himself out of his reverie.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said to Kat, forcing a smile. “Someone get her a towel. I think there’s a staff shower in this wing, isn’t there?” He gave a questioning look to one of the factory workers.

Kat stood there motionless as a cheap towel was wrapped around her shoulders, staring at where Roger had disappeared through the door.

Wondering if her career wasn’t over.

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The showers at the factory were as one would expect: minimalistic and grungy. Kat was cringing as she stood there, trying to quickly rinse herself off despite the uncomfortable sensations twisting and throbbing through her belly. It felt like an overinflated bubble being prodded at.

She was so uncomfortable, it was hard to be efficient, the icing sticking to her hair and creating matted locks, but she did her best to get clean.

As for clothing, someone left something hanging on the opposite side of the door. Kat grabbed it quickly and pulled it inside. She frowned at the cheap, smock-looking thing. And when she pulled it on, it was tight and inflexible. Of course it would be ridiculous to expect maternity-wear in this type of setting.

When Kat looked at herself in the mirror, she felt like her life had become a joke. The one-piece outfit looked like a Halloween costume. Some deranged nurse, the buttons straining as they went down her belly, which still quivered at times. Kat winced and clutched it. She wanted to go home to get herself composed and presentable, but that was several hours’ drive, and this conference was far from over.

It would have been more reasonable to head back to the hotel, which was only twenty minutes away. But missing out on the remaining festivities of the day was just as inexcusable an offence as not showing up to the conference at all.

It’s just the dinner, Kat mused. She would merely have to sit and smile and tolerate a few more meaningless speeches. If she could manage an hour or two without gorging herself like a vacuum, everything would be okay.

She just had to get through dinner. She could worry about the rest later.