Delicacy Pt. 14

Here we go. Sorry for the delay!

As he waited for the pressure within him to build to the right point, all of a sudden, another gush of amniotic fluid shot from Tyler's hole. The crowd, which had calmed down some during the “intermission” between births, quickly came to life again, clapping, cheering and excitedly waving their flags. 

“Oooooh…” Tyler groaned as his stretched, overworked and tired abdominals did all they could to start forcing the next baby further down and out. 

He didn't want to waste a contraction, but he also didn't want to waste any of his waning energy. As such, now that he had some experience “under his belt,” Tyler could tell the next baby to be born had yet to fully descend into his birth canal. Until it did, he didn't see the point in pushing, so he rhythmically breathed through all the pressure and pain as he not so patiently waited. 

Etro looked at the officer in charge of the feeding hose and gave him a slight nod. The officer nodded back, then stepped forward and pushed the hose between Tyler's lips, finding it quite easy to do so with the human's mouth already hanging open in the shape of an “o” as he huffed and puffed along with the contraction. 

As soon as the hose was back in place, Tyler once again sucked deeply from it as he switched to breathing through his nose. His next contraction hit before the present had fully faded, causing him to grunt in surprise. “Eager” as he was to birth the rest of the babies as quickly as possible, back to back contractions were a little more than Tyler would've preferred, but at least they continued to produce results. 

The laboring lieutenant moaned around the hose as he felt the third baby suddenly drop with some force into his birth canal. He groaned as he felt it rapidly work its way through till the top of its head was pressing against the inside of his aching hole.

Following the unexpected intermission after the birth of the second baby, beleaguered as it was, Tyler's body seemed once again quite keen on ridding itself of the rest of its still abundant, half Glorkian occupants. This third time around, it only took one push for Tyler to full expell the baby's head, which felt just as big as the previous two, but no longer caused his hole to stretch so painfully, now that it'd “warmed up.”

With Etro back behin him, crouched and ready to catch, over the roar of the crowd, his own gulps, ragged breaths, moans and groans, Tyler pushed as hard and as often as he could, making sure to keep focused on his body so as to continue to work with it. Again, he didn't have any energy to waste, even if he was being almost constantly “replenished” through the hose. 

It only took the laboring lieutenant four and a half pushes to get enough of the third baby out for Etro to be able to do the rest. Even though the births were getting faster again and becoming easier, and again, even though he was taking in an endless supply of disgusting goop, Tyler was really starting to feel the effects of all he was doing, and his belly had barely gotten any smaller…

Even after evicting three of its inhabitants, big as they were, it looked as though he'd only shed one. The crowd roared extra loud as Etro announced to them that he and Tyler's third child was a girl. Like many species, Glorks preferred sons, but daughters were also appreciated and respected, so Tyler continued to make his “mate” proud. 

As he watched Etro show off the latest child to vacate him to the crowd, Tyler continued to suck and gulp. While it wasn't tight and bulging anymore, his hole remained quite gaped as it languidly belched out more amniotic fluid. But then all of a sudden, when his next contraction hit, it went from lazily spewing to gushing again, causing Tyler to groan in pained and increasingly defeated anticipation of all the work he still had ahead of him.

*****

The fourth baby, another girl, came quickly. The fifth came even quicker. Tyler's aching abdominals hardly stopped clenching any more as his contractions hit nearly back to back. 

Increasingly, as much as he wanted to, he simply wasn't able to consciously push along with them. This slowed the process somewhat but his body remained as determined as ever to get all the babies out, with or without his “added” help. 

Etro remained supportive and encouraging, even as Tyler started to withdraw more and more into his own thoughts. Again, he felt like nothing more than an animal as he huffed and puffed, moaned and groaned, sucked and gulped and pushed when he could, all while his overly abundant breasts continued to be drained by the pumps. 

After he birthed his sixth child, another girl, the tally now four girls to two boys, Tyler finally spoke again. He nodded at the guard to remove the hose, then between pants, he addressed Etro. 

“Please… P-p-please tell me you… Have an idea of… how many are left?” 

Etro moved around to his right side, then slowly walked around to his left, eyeing the human's still giant belly intently as he did. Finally, he completed his circle and came to stand back in front of Tyler, just as his hole let loose another gush of amniotic fluid. 

“Ten or eleven is my best guess,” the Glorkian said, causing his “mate” to groan and roll his eyes as he threw his head back. 

“Ten or… eleven?! He moaned. “Etro, that means I… I'm having, nnngh…” he trailed off as he dropped his head again and started to push along with his current contraction. 

“A very big litter.”

“Fuuuck…”

Etro turned to the closest officer and addressed him. “After he delivers this one, I think we should move him to the birthing rack.”

“I agree,” the officer nodded. 

“Did you hear that, Tyler?” Etro asked as he started to lean in to wipe some hair off his forehead. Before his hand got there, Tyler suddenly jerked his head away. 

“Yes, I heard you!” He yelled. “Now go, nnngh!!!” He grunted. “Catch! A-fucking-gain!” He roared as he bore down with all his remaining might again. 

Etro made it back behind him just in time to catch the seventh baby right before it hit the field. Big as it was and tired as he was, Tyler had somehow still managed to get it out on his own. Etro was impressed and told him so. 

“You continue to amaze me,” he said as he held the massive, wailing newborn, their third son, still while one of the officers cut the cord still connecting it to Tyler. 

While everyone appreciates encouragement and positive feedback, the still laboring lieutenant had heard enough. 

“Please…” he panted. “S-stop telling me… that,” he slowly shook his head. “I'm happy I… do,” he switched to nodding. “But… just… stop!” He pleaded. 

“I am only trying to help,” Etro said as he handed the seventh baby off to the officer who'd cut its cord, without bothering to “officially” introduce it to Tyler. 

“I know you… are,” the sweaty human tiredly nodded. “I just…”

“Here,” Etro said as he suddenly grabbed the hose from its “commanding” officer and shoved it back into Tyler's mouth. “Eat!” He nodded. 

“Oooommmph!!!” Tyler grunted in surprise. 

While he'd fully been expecting to be fed again, and soon, he hadn't been expecting this… Hadn't been expecting Etro to be the one to do so in such a manner. Tyler glared at his “mate,” even as he instinctively went back to sucking and gulping. 

“You have birthed enough to be moved to the rack now,” Etro reminded before quickly adding, “When you are ready.”

Since Tyler doubted he'd ever be “ready” to move, after making sure his lips had as firm a hold on the hose as they could, he rapidly and repeatedly nodded, indicating he was ready now. Much to his chagrin, as Etro crossed his muscular arms over his equally muscular chest, he chuckled, smirked and shook his head. 

“Give yourself a few more moments,” the handsome, overly fertile Glorkian said. “Again, do not worry,” he assured. “The officers and I will all help you make the transition,” he nodded. “But some of the work will still be up to you, so please, eat up,” he nodded again. 

Tyler groaned around the hose again as he continued sucking from it greedily as ever. Now that he'd been told he could make yet another transition, he wanted to, well as much as he ever would… It was so infuriating to him to still not have any say in matters! Maybe, he HOPEFULLY, FINALLY would again after having given birth some TEN OR ELEVEN MORE TIMES?!

Very, very few humans ever give birth to seven babies, let alone one right after the next! This made Tyler part of a “special” group, one he'd never intended to be a member of, and yet here he was, with so many babies still inside him. Fuck!

As he continued sucking down more disgusting Glorkian sustenance, he wondered when his next contraction was going to hit? Not that he didn't appreciate a bit of a break, but why the delay?

Tyler also wondered if making the transition would be easier if it happened before he gave birth for the eighth time, or after, when he was that much more tired? All he could do was hope that when he transitioned to the birthing rack, crude, simplistic and torturous as it looked, it would in fact help, ‘cause gods know, he needed it!

As he pondered all of the above, he looked around the stadium again. He still saw and felt countless eyes on him, but for the first time since arriving at the “birthing gallery,” Tyler no longer felt all eyes on him. As his tired eyes moved around the space, much to his surprise, they took in many empty seats…

The only human present knew that none of the purple aliens had left the stadium, many had just decided to treat the time before his second transition as another intermission, temporarily leaving their highly-coveted seats to relieve themselves and/or go get some more food and drinks, or maybe even a souvenir?

As he kept looking around (making sure to avoid looking at himself up on the screen,) Tyler slowly shook his head. Disgusting as this gloop he was glugging down was, he needed it and therefore needed to keep the hose in his mouth. Anyway, he couldn't believe it…

He couldn't believe that as smart, “advanced” and supposedly sophisticated as they were, the Glorkians were acting just like humans. Just like meager Earthlings, at one of their “primitive” (but were they actually really?) sporting events. 

Obviously, Anthro, Tyler's maybe someday brother-in-law, hadn't been telling the truth about everything… The ambassador had known everything the laboring human was going to be subjected to during this “momentous occasion,” he just hadn't shared it with him, and probably, rightfully so. What Anthro had in fact been honest about was how famous Tyler was. 

Yay…

*****

Tyler was halfway through who knows what gulp of Glorkian slop when Etro stepped back in front of him and suddenly removed the hose. 

“It is time,” he said as he handed it back to the officer, who promptly set it down on the ground. 

Tyler groaned as he swallowed. “Do I… have to?” He asked. 

“It will help,” Etro nodded. 

“I don't… I honestly don't think I can move!” The laboring lieutenant groaned again. 

“The officers and I will do almost all of the work,” Etro assured his increasingly exhausted “mate” again. 

He was honestly very impressed by how well Tyler had handled things so far. He'd already birthed seven of their very large babies at quite an impressive pace considering he was not only a first-time mother, but he wasn't even Glorkian… 

Thanks to the quick research he'd done on the species he'd inadvertently knocked up and cross-bred with, Etro knew that in humans, while male pregnancy was possible, it remained exceedingly rare, which was the same with Glorkians. He'd also learned that pregnant humans, male or female, most commonly only produce one baby at a time, making the fact Tyler contained too many to count all the more impressive. It also made the fact that the time for the tired man's second transition had come.

Being such a smart Glorkian, Etro knew better than to share his next thought with his possible, actual mate… As he once again assessed Tyler's now notably smaller, but still massive middle, he doubted he'd reached the “halfway” point. 

In short: the full-to-capacity stadium and everyone else watching the telecast, we're all still in for quite the show… 

“You just need to listen carefully, and do what I say to the best of your ability, OK?” He requested of Tyler with a kind smile. 

The tired, hot, sweaty and aching human nodded. “Rough” as he undoubtedly looked, and even though his skin wasn't the “right” color, Etro still thought he was one of the most beautiful beings he'd ever laid his purple eyes upon. 

Again, he (wisely) kept it to himself for the moment, but the Glorkian genuinely hoped that someday soon, Tyler would come around and decide wholeheartedly that he wanted to be with him in the same manner. That he wanted to raise all their children together. 

As much as he wished he would, seeing as it would only further heighten their tale and delight Glork, Etro didn't need for Tyler to make that decision now. The truth was, he didn't need him to at all… 

With help from his family, he would be more than capable of being a successful single father to all the first known half-Glorkians to exist, he just didn't want to be. Etro hoped (against hope) that he and Tyler's story was just beginning, but only time would tell… 

Now that he was happy with Tyler's “readiness” for his second transition, Etro nodded at the four officers, all of whom promptly moved in a different direction, each taking a place stationed at one of the laboring lieutenant's limbs. As they got into place, so did he, stepping closer to Tyler till his shins were brushing against his pump-capped breasts. 

“Just look at and listen to me,” he gently instructed as he took Tyler's sweaty face in his hands again. “And breathe…” he stressed with a repeated series of nods. “Do not forget to breathe.”

“O-OK…” Tyler shakily exhaled. “Is this… Is it going to… to hurt?” He asked. 

Etro exhaled slowly. “It will not feel good,” he admitted. “So just remember, it will help in the long run,” he nodded again. 

“O-OK,” Tyler anxiously repeated. 

“I…” the Glorkian started to say as the four officers each took a gentle but firm hold on their self-assigned limb. 

“Y-yes?”

“I…” Etro tried again, but promptly came to another abrupt stop. 

“What, Etro?!” Tyler groaned. “What is it?!” He demanded to know as the rate of his breathing rapidly increased. “Just tell me!” He all but begged as a sudden bout of anxious tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. 

Damn nerves and hormones! And damn if Tyler didn't feel like he was right back on the verge of STARVING again?!

Etro remained silent as he looked down into his hopefully, someday mate's glassy eyes. He forced himself to smile at him as he reminded himself yet again of what Tyler had said earlier: he didn't want to hear about how proud he was making him. He knew, just didn't want to hear it any more. 

The naked Glork tried to imagine how the scared, anxious, nervous, pained and everything else human was and had been feeling as this glorious day continued to progress, but that's all he could do… Imagine.

As such, not that it hadn't been already, but now it was more evident than ever that now was not the time to make any additional declarations… Verbal ones, anyway… 

While Tyler had requested to hear no more affirmations from Etro, he hadn't specifically declined receiving them in a different form, so without further ado, Etro leaned in and kissed him passionately on the lips, like the mates he hoped they'd someday be would do in a moment like this. Fortunately for him, surprised, tired and everything else as he was, Tyler passionately kissed him right back. 

*****

Tyler's transition to the birthing rack was absolutely hellish. While the four medical officers did do most of the “work” getting him back to standing, it was Tyler's body that had to endure all the added pressure and strain. How he didn't pass out in the process, he had no idea?

He couldn't help but scream in Etro's handsome, concerned face, legs burning and aching like never before as soon as they took on what remained of his “added” bulk again after having been “kneeling” on the ground for all that time. Tyler felt like his hips were going to dislocate as he was ever so slowly guided towards the rack. He almost wanted them to because if they did, that pain would probably allow him to pass out. 

But again, amazingly, he stayed conscious. Etro, who thought he'd been mentally prepared for this important time, quickly realized. He wasn't. His heart broke and tears of anguish came to his own eyes as he witnessed front and center, the incredible pain his mate was under. Rapidly, he went from being proud and confident, to feeling nothing short of guilty. 

“I am so sorry!” He stressed, an unexpected amount of emotion in his usually calm and even voice. “I…” he exhaled as he tried to literally shake off his distress while doing his part keeping Tyler on his feet and slowly moving towards the rack. “You can do this, Tyler!” He firmly declared, managing to somewhat find himself again as he supported his still ridiculously fecund mate under the arms. 

“God, Etro!” Tyler moaned. “They're… They're dropping!” He groaned loudly as he felt however many babies were still in him, forcefully do just that. 

“Gravity!” Etro nodded and smiled, once again seemingly proud of himself. 

“Gaaah!!!” Tyler groaned. 

He thought he'd never make it to the birthing rack. The four strong medical officers and Etro, were keeping him moving, but just barely… Between labored moans, groans and pained and frustrated screams, Tyler looked around the stadium again and saw that gradually, its seats were filling back up. As he did, he caught sight of himself on the screen again and groaned…

The first thing he noticed was that (thankfully,) his belly was now definitely smaller. Notably so, though it was still huge to a disconcerting and depressing degree. Tyler groaned yet again as it hit home just how far he was from being done.

While the brief glance he'd gotten of himself had been brief, despite his recent “shrinking,” it still offered plenty to take in… As such, the increasingly exhausted human also noticed that his belly had greatly changed in shape. 

No longer was it this enormous, planetoid of an orb… Even though its underside was no longer pressing down hard against the field, it hadn't gone back to being almost comically round. Now, it was more oblong and tear-shaped as it dangled out in front of him, its red, still strained and now grass-stained underside, hitting just above his aching, also grass-stained knees. 

Huge as it remained and slowly as he was moving as two of the officers literally lifted and moved his legs forward, making him walk, it wobbled ponderously from side to side as he was basically dragged across the field. The agonized cries he released as this happened, were somewhat drowned out by the Glorkians who'd remained in their seats. 

“Oh… Oh, thank gods!” Tyler exhaled once the birthing rack was within reach. 

Or when it would've/should've been, had his belly not still been so big, still exceeding his reach. Mentally, the human allowed himself to feel relieved, but unfortunately he was only able to do so for another fraction of a moment as before he expected it to, the next part of his transition began…

“OH GODS!!!” He suddenly yelled as the officers started to slowly turn him so he was facing away from the rack. “WHHHY?!?” He wailed as he looked at Etro for an answer. 

“We still need to get you onto the rack, Tyler,” the Glorkian explained with a smile and nod. “Almost there,” he nodded some more as he helped guide him backwards. “Almost there…”

Tyler didn't know which gods he kept praying to or trying to summon anymore, but only by the grace of them, he was in fact, “almost there.” It only took a few more painful moments till his fattened ass bumped against the birthing rack and he thought for a brief moment that the transition was complete. 

But no… Unfortunately, there was still much to do.

At the moment, all the lieutenant (whose labor remained on pause for whatever reason) could do was keep moaning and wailing as Etro and the officers continued working him into proper position on the rack. First, making sure they all kept avoiding the tubing running from the pumps attached to his still producing breasts, they lifted Tyler's arms, spread them, and gently strapped his wrists to the rack to either side of his head. 

As everyone else worked to accomplish this, Tyler was forced to stand mostly under his own power, causing him more pain and anguish. At least when he'd been perched on his belly in the middle of the field, it had been supporting the rest of him!

“We are working as quickly as we can, Tyler,” Etro assured before suddenly disappearing from view. “Someone get him feeding again!” He shouted at the officers, though the command sounded strangely quiet, and like it'd come from some distance. 

The reason Etro's voice had become muffled was quite obvious to all but the human, who he'd crouched down next to. As the Glork fumbled around with a thick, long and elastic strap, the left side of Tyler's pregnancy hovered just a few inches from his face, absorbing much of his volume but fortunately, not too much…

Once he'd finished securing Tyler's right wrist, the officer in charge of his feeding jogged the short distance back across the pitch and picked up the hose. As he jogged back with it, he wiped its end off on his uniform, which Tyler fortunately didn't see, not that he'd care at this point that food safety wasn't a top priority. 

“Oooop!!!” He grunted in surprise as the feeding officer quickly shoved the hose back into his mouth before hurrying over to assist Etro. 

Once again, Tyler went back on autopilot, immediately sucking and gulping. At least consuming provided a bit of a distraction from all the pain and discomfort the transition had and still was causing him. That and finally, he'd kind of gone numb to the bad taste of the Glorkian slop. 

While he couldn't see what Etro and the officer were doing down there around the left side of his belly, he could definitely feel it. All of a sudden, both Glorks stood, Etro in front, and Tyler was able to see them both from the waist up. As they moved slowly and wide around in front of him, the gulping and glugging human felt something, the strap, gradually applying more and more gentle but strong pressure to what remained of his waist, under his belly. 

He moaned as he continued ravenously sucking and gulping. The pressure wasn't uncomfortable per say, but any additional, especially down in that region, wasn't appreciated, let alone needed… At the same time, as Etro and the officer continued their slow and steady progress, gradually encompassing more of his waist with the band, while it added to the pressure Tyler was under, it also relieved some of the weight his aching legs and swollen feet were still being forced to support. 

“Almost done…” Etro said as he literally rounded Tyler and he and the officer slowly began encompassing his still bloated right side. “This will help,” I promise,” he smiled and nodded. 

Tyler gave Etro a small nod back before he once again disappeared from view as he crouched back down. As soon as he could no longer see his “mate,” the only human on the planet found himself wondering yet again, what was being done to him now?

Etro had just promised it would help, so hopefully, it actually would. As he continued to refill his stomach, Tyler felt himself “recharging” a bit, but honestly, he didn't know how much more of this, of everything, he was going to be able to take?

“Tyler..?” Etro said slowly, almost questioningly, after he'd finished fastening the strap around his waist and had come to stand back in front of him. 

The human nodded at him as he continued to gulp. 

“This next part… It isn't going to be comfortable,” Etro said. “But again, I…”

Tyler groaned and rolled his eyes. Had he been able to respond, he would've shouted, “Stop telling me it will help! Just do it!”

Thankfully, his “mate” picked up on his limited audible and visual cues. 

“We will work quickly,” Etro promised with another reassuring nod and smile before he and the guards, who'd all moved in front of Tyler and to either side of Etro, all disappeared from the human's view again as they simultaneously crouched down and grabbed hold of his legs. 

What no… Tyler started to wonder, but wasn't able to finish it before he let out a “loud,” hose-muffled scream. 

“What now,” was that on Etro's count of three, which Tyler didn't hear over the renewed cheers from the crowd, his legs were simultaneously lifted. The moment his swollen feet left the ground, he experienced some much needed relief, but as it had every time before, it was short lived… 

While Tyler's feet, ankles and legs as a whole were alleviated of their burden, without their support, the rest of his body was forced to take on his bulk, which remained quite significant. The human moaned as loud as he could into and around the hose and his eyes went wide as slowly, just as they had back on Zul, his legs were lifted higher and spread further apart though this time, they were gently pressed back as well. Needless to say, it wasn't comfortable. 

As this was happening, Tyler felt the strap secured around his waist more and more. The pressure it created increased, even as it used its elastic properties to expand. While it expanded, the strap began to support him more, all of him, but in doing so, it also dug into him deeper, so even though it was secured under his belly versus around it, it caused his still biggest orb to once again start to change shape…

Slowly, as the strap forced it upward, the lieutenant's belly transitioned back from being low and tear-shaped, to being more rounded again. As he continued to suck and gulp, Tyler groaned into the hose again as he felt the still plentiful contents of his womb, he and Etro's still to be born children, all shift, kick and stretch out in protest. He groaned again as he felt straps being placed around his thighs, shins/calves and swollen ankles, securing them all in place. 

Their current task complete, Etro and the guards all stood again. The guards stepped back and not a moment too soon… Even though it wasn't presently contracting, Tyler's belly was once again under so much pressure that a moment later, another jet of amniotic fluid suddenly shot out of him, splattering hard against the beneath him. Some of it ricocheted and splashed up against Etro's shins and thighs, but he continued moving himself closer to Tyler. 

Slowly and gently, he began removing the hose. He left the last inch of so in for a few more moments, during which Tyler took in and down a couple more extra deep gulps. As soon as the hose was completely removed and being handed off to its “handler,” Tyler took in as deep a breath as he could, eyes still wide as ever as he looked at Etro and panted. 

“I think I… I think I, OoooOooh…” he groaned as his next, delayed contraction finally hit without warning. “I think I… I need to… push!” He frantically nodded as more amniotic fluid spurted out of him and he felt the next baby to be born, his eighth, finally drop into position, and quite heavily at that. 

“You can push now,” Etro smiled and nodded as he reached out and stroked the left side of his bright red and sweaty, but still handsome as ever (to him, anyway) face. 

Tyler didn't need to be told twice. While he knew enough by then to know his current contraction was still in the process of forming, after taking in another “deep” breath, the once again laboring lieutenant tucked his chin to his chest and bore down. 

As soon as he did, he felt a rush of movement within. The rush rapidly increased as Tyler continued to push with all his might. Through tightly clenched teeth, he let out a deep, guttural groan from all the effort he was putting in as he tried not to think about how many more times he was going to have to push before he was finally, baby-free… 

But then all of a sudden, as he experienced another rush and flurry of movement from within, he realized he might not have as many pushes ahead of him as he feared.?! All of a sudden, the eighth baby shot out of him, in similar fashion to the first he'd born, not all that long ago, but at the same time, seemingly in a different lifetime. 

“Another boy!” Etro shouted, once again sounding muffled. 

At some point while Tyler had been pushing, he'd crouched down in front of him again and caught their rapidly emerging eighth child. As he felt his hole truly struggle to close back up, Tyler panted for breath as he threw his head back against the padded birthing rack. 

He closed his eyes and focused on breathing but had trouble doing so because now that his labor had resumed, it seemed to have done so with a vengeance… Tyler's belly hadn't stopped contracting and was already working the next baby lower. 

Grateful as he was, he couldn't believe he'd just given birth so quickly and easily. He also couldn't believe he was about to do so again… With a mighty roar, Tyler started pushing again. 

Primitive as it was, yeah, the birthing rack helped. A lot… 

The crowd went wild as the laboring lieutenant really started putting on a show. 

*****

Once he was on the birthing rack, Tyler quickly birthed the rest of the babies. All eight of them. In total, he birthed sixteen very plump (and thankfully, healthy) half humans, half Glorkians, each of which weighed at least 15 lbs. 

The trauma of everything he'd been through during the pregnancy, the pregnancy itself, not to mention all those deliveries, left him bedbound for weeks. Amazingly, Tyler was surprisingly physically fine, albeit exhausted. 

When he was finally capable of getting out of bed on his own, one day, before the medical officers arrived at the diplomatic quarters he'd been set up in on Glork to “assault” him (aka care for and help him during his recovery,) Tyler carefully headed for the bathroom under his own power. Upon arriving, the first thing he did was finally dare to study his reflection in the mirror. 

It was odd to see his body back to near “normal” proportions. At least as “normal” as it seemed they were going to be for the foreseeable future. While infinitely smaller, Tyler's belly was still round and pronounced. It now had quite a bit of give to it and sagged a good deal, but it remained large enough to make him look nearly due with a set of “normal” sized twins. 

He had to remind himself yet again that he'd “recently” given birth to approximately 240 lbs of babies. Tyler had to remind himself of that again when he looked at his chest…

His breasts remained as big as they'd ever been, with no signs of getting smaller anytime soon. This probably had something to do with the fact that Tyler was still being pumped from relentlessly to help feed the dozen-plus babies Etro had gladly taken full custody of while he tried to sort himself out, mentally, physically and emotionally. None of his states were ideal, but Tyler would deal with them as he figured out how to get on with his life. 

The junior lieutenant didn't return to work. Tyler had no idea if he'd be welcomed back to Starforce, as he'd yet to hear from anyone higher up. He considered reaching out himself but decided his best bet was to continue to wait and see. 

Tyler mostly kept to himself as he tried to adjust to his post-pregnancy life and all he'd been forced to endure while carrying. Frisk and Sree came to visit him, which was nice, but mostly, he kept to himself.

Since he still hadn't heard anything from Starforce, and since he'd at least agreed to continue pumping for the babies, Tyler remained on Glork. He and Etro maintained contact, usually just electronically, so he rarely saw any of the babies in person, but heard plenty about them. 

As time went on, Tyler gradually ventured out into public. He was just as famous as ever and all the Glorkians welcomed him with open arms, which proved somewhat of an incentive to remain. Still, the human was getting tired of all the attention. Tired of everything…

*****

In the weeks and months that followed, Tyler became ill. He started losing weight, which at first he was happy about, but then the pounds started coming off at an alarming rate, which corresponded with an increased lack of energy and drive to do just about anything. 

If the medical officers, who still tended to and/or checked on him just about daily, noticed his weight loss (which they did,) they didn't say anything. Tyler figured if there was anything wrong, they would've said something, leading him to assume what was happening was that his body was finally doing some much-needed “self-correcting.” That hypothesis didn't last long… 

The human soon realized something more serious was going on because aside from his breasts, which did shrink some, in a matter of weeks, he grew very, very thin. Far thinner than he'd ever been pre-pregnancy. 

Tyler also became feverish. His body temperature suddenly went and stayed up several degrees higher than it should've been, leaving him constantly flustered and sweaty. 

Sick and unwell as he felt, Tyler insisted he didn't need to be “tended to” so much. Per his request, a medical officer visited every other day, and now only briefly. It wasn't just because Tyler wanted more freedom and space that he requested a decrease in visits, it was also because around this time, flustered and sweaty as he was, he was also aroused. Very, very much so… 

When he video chatted with Etro or when one of the medical officers came to see him, more often than not, the human would find himself staring hungrily at them, wanting them, before abruptly shaking himself from his reverie, terrified of what would happen should he once again cave to his carnal cravings. 

Tyler feared he wouldn't be able to, but he managed to resist every time “the urge” hit, which was especially hard when he was in the actual presence of a sexy, ridiculously hunky Glorkian. Even when he wasn't in anyone's presence, Tyler was almost always hard, breathless, fidgety and needy. 

He needed contact. He needed something, someone. He felt inexplicably empty, which is what concerned him the most. 

Tyler tried to alleviate his concerns by telling himself he was just still experiencing a hormone imbalance. That and/or maybe Glorkian food wasn't providing him, a human, with the proper nutrition?

Ever since no longer being pregnant, he'd been meticulously watching what he ate, obviously too keenly… It pained and scared Tyler to admit it, but it was evident he once again needed to eat more. 

He started off gradually, but quickly upped his efforts, finding doing so annoyingly easy now. But no matter how much he consumed, he only continued to shed pounds, even though things had progressed to the point that he hardly left the bed anymore. 

Tyler knew something was wrong. As evident as that was, he almost didn't want to find out what it was, but knew he had to, so finally he caved and asked to be seen by an actual doctor. 

Despite the exam he performed being very thorough and intrusive, upon its completion, the doctor (another studly Glork) was unable to explain any of the human's symptoms, further concerning him and Tyler, who by then, barely had the strength to get out of bed. Immediately, the doctor superseded the human's request and reinstated his full-time “care and management,” if not by himself, then at least by a team of around the clock, medical officers. 

In short: Tyler had lost too much weight. Way too much. If the reason wasn't determined soon, he was at risk of dying. 

As such, a Federation doctor, specializing in “alien biology” was summoned to Glork. Shortly following his arrival and subsequent (even more thorough and intrusive) exam of Tyler,  finally, the underlying issue/cause was determined, and the news was not good…