Delicacy Pt. 11

This weekend. I have decided to focus on banging out the rest of Delicacy, so I can go back to focusing on other projects, including the conclusion of Competitive, the next installment of The House Boy and a new one-off. In the meantime, enjoy!

Delicacy Pt. 11

As soon as his mother left, a still profusely leaking Tyler hit the call button to summon a nurse. One arrived a moment later, as if she'd been anticipating his page, which she had been. 

“I knew we were pushing it, but don't worry,” she kindly said as she helped him out of the gown he'd thoroughly soaked. “We'll get you all nice and clean before your next visitor arrives,” she promised. 

Right… Tyler was expecting another visitor. One who represented Glork. 

“Do you know anything about them?” He asked the nurse as she secured a pump to his left breast. 

“All I've heard is that they're a VIP.”

 Tyler grunted as the nurse walked around the foot of the bed to attach the other pump. “Tell me why I'm not surprised…”

“Well they must really be VIP,” the nurse said as she attached the second pump and then turned them both on before heading over to the closet to retrieve some towels, wet wipes and a new gown. “‘Cause the hospital's been put on lockdown. 

Tyler frowned. “I thought it's already been on lockdown because of me?”

 “Oh, it has!” She confirmed. “Which has made getting in and out such a joy!” She rolled her eyes.

“Sorry.”

“Don't be. It's not your fault.”

 “Isn't it though?”

“Well…” the nurse chuckled as she opened the wet wipes and started gently but thoroughly wiping Tyler down. “You didn't mean for all this to happen, did you?”

 “Of course not!” He scoffed. “Still, I'm sure you'll be glad when I'm gone.”

Much to his surprise, the young woman shook her head as she grabbed a second wipe, the first already too soiled to use any more. “I've been making hazard pay working with you,” she said as she continued wiping down his mountain of a belly. 

“Seriously?” Tyler frowned again. 

The nurse nodded. “Whenever a patient has something alien-related wrong with them, we get to choose whether we want to work with them or not. If we do, we earn hazard pay!” She shrugged and grinned. 

“But my alien-related ailment isn't contagious,” Tyler felt compelled to point out. 

“Still get it!” She nodded again as she switched to her third wipe. 

“Lucky you…” Tyler rolled his eyes, wondering if he was going to earn any hazard pay from Starforce after all he'd been through (with more still to come!) 

“I know, right?” The nurse giggled. “So yeah, that's why I'll be sad to see you go, but I'm sure you're ready to get outta here, huh?”

“Yes and no,” Tyler replied. “What I'm really ready for is to get these babies outta me!” He grunted as he stared down and out at his enormous belly. 

“That too.”

 “That more!” He corrected with another roll of his eyes. 

“How's that gonna work?” The nurse asked. 

“Your guess is as good as mine,” he shrugged, causing his pump-capped tits to bobble. “You'd think it would be pretty straight forward, but apparently not!” He sighed. “That or everyone I've talked to just won't say… Maybe my next visitor will be able to finally explain things?” He shrugged again. 

*****

His next visitor arrived not long after he'd been helped into the fresh gown. Massive as it was, it still left the lower half of Tyler's pregnancy, including his chicken egg-sized belly button, out on display. It at least covered his breasts, which thankfully, had been drained enough by then that they'd finally stopped leaking (for now, anyway.)

Tyler still had no idea what was done with all the milk almost constantly being pumped from him. Honestly, he didn't care what happened to it so long as it wasn't pumped back into him! If he had to guess, it was probably being studied and analyzed by doctors and scientists to see if it differed from milk produced during a so-called “normal” pregnancy. As much as he wondered if it did, it wasn't enough to care to ask. 

A tall and very handsome, medium lavender hued humanoid suddenly entered the room unannounced. Though he was alone, he silently commanded a presence and immediately reminded Tyler of someone, albeit a slightly smaller and probably a few years older, version. 

Said someone was none other than the other father of the babies still inside him, but hopefully, not for much longer. 

“Greetings, Tyler of Starforce,” the Glorkian greeted as he stopped next to the bed and gave him a deep bow, like he was royalty. 

“Afternoon,” Tyler replied as he gave a slight nod in return since bowing, let alone bending more than half an inch at the waist was now out of the question. 

“My name is Anthro, and I am Glork's Earth Ambassador,” the alien introduced. “I am here to discuss the upcoming events with you and answer any questions you may have to the best of my ability,” he informed. “Now shall we begin?”

Tyler nodded, then nodded at the chair his mother previously occupied. “Please, have a seat,” he offered. 

“If you don't mind, I'd prefer to stand.”

“Whatever makes you comfortable,” he nodded again. 

Anthro was really, really handsome. Though he was slightly smaller than his “baby daddy,” he was still quite tall and muscular, almost burly actually… Just the sight of him and his commanding presence caused Tyler's loins to tingle the same way they had back when he'd gotten himself into this whole mess back on Glork. 

“And you, Tyler…” Anthro continued. “Are you comfortable?”

 The human grunted. “Respectfully, sir… look at me! What do you think?”

The ambassador visually assessed Tyler as he slowly walked down to the foot of the bed and then back to where he'd started. His doing so made Tyler briefly think of Serse, but Anthro's eyes were far kinder. More importantly, they took him in differently… It was apparent that the Glork didn't consider him to be a delicacy, nor did he expect him and/or his babies to taste delicious.

“No, you do not appear to be comfortable,” he shook his head as he came to a stop. “My apologies.”

 “Thank you, but it's not your fault,” Tyler replied. “And from what I've been told, I should be the one apologizing… I was and still am unfamiliar with Glorkian customs and laws,” he explained. “Just so you know, by the time I realized I was pregnant, I was already back on my ship, lightyears away and then, well… Pardon the expression, but shit really hit the fan!” He grunted again.

“Indeed it did, didn't it?” Anthro chuckled in response. “As such, there's no need for you to apologize. What matters most now is that after all you went through, you and the babies are all safe, and will soon be back on Glork, where you belong.”

“Yeah, so some of the questions I have are about that..” Tyler started. 

“Ask away.”

 “How long will I be staying on Glork?” He asked. 

“Only as long as you'd like.”

 “I'm free to leave whenever I want?” He asked, brows raising. 

“Yes,” Anthro replied with a nod. “But there are two conditions.”

 Of course there were… As much as Tyler deserved it, nothing could be that simple. 

“You will be free to leave once the babies have been born and once you have been medically cleared,” Anthro said. 

“Those are the conditions?”

 He nodded again. “Would you prefer others?”

 “No, thank you, but…” Tyler hesitated. “You don't expect me to stay and care for the babies?”

“Not if you don't want to,” Anthro shook his head. “You will be permitted to be as involved or uninvolved in their care and rearing as you'd like.”

“Good to know,” Tyler nodded back. “But if not me, then who would be responsible for that? For them?” He asked. 

“My brother, of course.”

 “Your brother?” He echoed with a frown. 

“Etro,” Anthro nodded. “The babies’ other father..?”

Etro! That was his name!

“Oh, yes!” Tyler nodded back. 

“He's quite excited,” Anthro smiled. “And he sends his apologies for not being here with me, but he had to stay back and finish the preparations for the celebration.”

“Celebration?” The human repeated. This conversation seemed to involve a lot of that. 

The ambassador smiled and nodded again. “In your honor. The birth of the babies is being considered as quite the auspicious occasion.”

 “Is it?”

“Indeed,” he confirmed. “It's not everyday one of our own impregnates another species, let alone one with what looks to be quite a bountiful litter!” He grinned. “As such, it is to be celebrated!”

“OK…” Tyler said slowly, really drawing out the word. 

“On Glork, you are already seen as what you human's call, famous,” Anthro informed. “Loved by all.”

“I am?”

 “You are surprised by this..?”

 “Um, yeah!” Tyler laughed and nodded. “No offense, but I thought I was going to be in trouble for diluting your gene pool, not to mention all my other transgressions?!”

“Most of which couldn't be avoided…”

“That's true,” he agreed. “But still..?”

“You are not in trouble, Tyler,” Anthro shook his head. “Far from it. I know us Glorkians have the reputation of wanting to keep mostly to ourselves, because that was the case in the past, but we'd like to change that and we see this inadvertent co-mingling of our species as the chance to do so.”

“Fair enough,” Tyler nodded. “So this… celebration will take place after the babies have been born?” He questioned. 

“It's already underway, so before, during and after,” Anthro replied. “As I said, it's being considered quite the auspicious occasion.”

“Auspicious…” Tyler repeated as he took in all he'd just been told. 

Not that he cared, but apparently, he was already famous on the other planet… Glorkians were already actively celebrating he and the babies’ return/arrivals to their planet. By the sound of it, if he wanted it, he had a home… Not only that, but he wouldn't have to care for the babies if he didn't want to. 

Suddenly, things were sounding much better than he'd expected. A lot of things, but not everything… Not yet, anyway. 

“I don't think you know how greatly relieved I am to know that Glork has the technology and medical expertise to allow me to finally, and more importantly, safely give birth,” he told Anthro. 

“That, we do,” the ambassador nodded. “I'm glad that knowledge brings you comfort.”

“I'd be even more comfortable if you could perhaps explain the process to me?” Tyler requested with a smile, hoping it appeared more genuine than it did desperate. 

Much to his dismay, Anthro's smile faded as he shook his head. “Unfortunately, I am not all that familiar with the particulars of the process, but from my limited understanding, you have nothing to worry about,” he assured without providing any of the specifics the anxious human had been hoping for. 

The response he got left Tyler less than enthused or convinced. That being said, he decided that sometimes, less is more, so he went with that. 

“So we leave tonight?” He asked. 

“We do.”

 “I assume I am to be teleported again?” 

Anthro released a loud scoff. “What? No!” He shook his head. 

“But then…” 

“We were not aware till after the fact that you'd been teleported,” he continued. “Given the situation you were in at the time, had we been aware, we probably would've permitted it,” he conceded. “But under normal circumstances, teleportation is considered wholly unsuitable for someone with a litter,” he informed with a serious shake of his head. “As such, you will be returning to Glork aboard my ship.”

“When you say ship, you do mean ship, don't you?” Tyler queried. “Not pod, correct? Because, well…” he trailed off as he looked down and out at himself again. 

The ambassador's smile returned to his handsome face as he chuckled. “Yes, I do mean ship. So don't worry, Tyler…” he shook his head. “It's plenty big for all of us!” He assured as he checked the time. “Now, we both have some things to take care of before departure, so do you have any other questions for me before I go tend to other business?” He asked. 

Tyler still had many questions he wanted the answers to, but one in particular suddenly came to mind and he asked it before he even realized he was. “Will I see Etro when I get back to Glork?”

Anthro nodded. “As I said, he eagerly awaits your return.”

“Will the two of us have time to talk before I give birth?” Tyler asked. “I'm ashamed to admit it, but I don't really remember much of…”

“My younger brother told me of how the two of you came to couple,” Anthro cut back in with another chuckle, a shake of his head and a roll of his eyes. “Until I was contacted by my Earth counterpart, neither of us were aware there'd been…” he hesitated for a moment. “Such results. As such, Etro sends his additional apologies as it is quite frowned upon in our society to leave one's mate unattended and uncared for while they're carrying.”

“Well as we now all understand, Etro didn't know and despite the results, the two of us aren't exactly mates,” Tyler shook his head. “I hardly even…” he trailed off again as he shrugged, causing his breasts to pull and tug at the gown, threatening to tear it open. “Anyway… I'll be sure to accept his apologies when I see him.”

“Thank you. That will please him,” Anthro nodded as he noticed but didn't comment on the near peep show. The fact was, he'd not only be seeing Tyler's breasts, but much more of him soon enough. “Anything else before we part for now?” He asked with a kind smile. 

Yes, there was still a lot more Tyler wanted/needed to know, but now didn't seem to be the time. Would it ever come? 

“I guess that's all for now,” he replied. 

“Then I shall see you onboard soon,” Anthro nodded before giving him another deep bow before turning to leave. 

“Yeah, see you soon…” Tyler said quietly after the handsome alien who was kind of/sort of his brother-in-law?

Yes and no… Not yet, anyway, and maybe, not ever? Tyler and Etro barely knew each other! He knew Anthro, Etro's brother, better than he did the alien who'd impregnated him!

Tyler was confused and conflicted. He was even more so when he ran out of time to give familial connections and/or possible titles to relationships thought as not long after the ambassador's departure, his room came alive. Once again, Tyler's “final preparations” got underway, but at least this time, he and the babies would (hopefully) go on to get the ends they all wanted/deserved. 

Or so Tyler still thought…

*****

The tide started to turn as he was prepared to be taken aboard Anthro's ship. Per the handsome ambassador's instructions, Dr. Morgan returned and immediately stopped the administration of all the IV drugs Tyler was still on. 

As a result, it wasn't long before he was forced to deal with incrementally increasing discomfort again, including the rumblings of his delayed contractions starting back up… Within twenty minutes of his medications having been cut off, Tyler's belly was back to clenching with a vengeance. It didn't get to be as bad as it'd been the last time, but it quickly closed back in… 

Each contraction got stronger and a little more painful, but for the time being, they came at more regular intervals, making them somewhat more manageable, but that's where Tyler's luck ran out… 

The government, Starforce and the Federation had all made sure to keep a very tight lid on things till then. Upon Tyler's arrival, the hospital had been put on lockdown, and access to and from had been strictly limited. Still, tidbits of information had managed to leak out and rumblings of something “otherworldly” happening there had made their way to the press.   

That there was now a massive Glorkian ship hovering low in the sky above the building, nearly blocking out the entire sun as it set, confirmed the rumors and brought everything to a head. As a result, the moment Tyler's fortified bed was rolled outside, he was rendered blind. 

Countless broadcast cameras and their high-powered light bulbs were aimed at him as he was slowly wheeled between the barricades the police had set. He was bombarded by the bright flashes of at least six dozen cameras as they snapped picture after picture of him. Anthro had told him he was famous now, but Tyler hadn't expected such a big deal to be made while still on Earth?

But this wasn't a celebration… Tyler was still on his small, close minded home planet after all, so naturally there were protesters, who shouted slurs and waved signs displaying anti-alien rhetoric. When he looked up and saw Anthro's ship, he no longer worried whether it would be big enough to accommodate him, but the sight of the giant vessel made everything look and feel even more ominous than it already was. 

The once again laboring young man's heart started to race in panic as he was shouted, screamed and spat at. Even if he no longer had to worry about being any further fattened or eaten, Tyler felt like an animal again. A scared and abused one, just waiting for the next proverbial kick to come…

Once again, it was all too much. After everything he'd been through and somehow managed to survive, Tyler still had to face this? It wasn't fair. 

His eyes fluttered, the world flickered and then there was blackness. This time, he took comfort in it. 

*****

Tyler didn't remember being taken aboard Anthro's ship. Had he, he would've recalled being loaded in through the cargo bay. 

He only recalled pieces of his two day journey back to Glork. 

He vaguely remembered Glorkians hovering around him, tending to him as he slept. What Tyler recalled most was his unabating hunger finally, finally, finally being satiated… He remembered chugging again, the same as he had so many times before for the other aliens. 

He remembered not liking how the Glorkian version of “slop” tasted, but how he enjoyed the feeling of his hyper stretched stomach (the literal organ) filling up and out again for the first time since being back on Zul, even if it increased his discomfort. Now that plentiful food was once again being offered, even if it was only subconsciously, Tyler willingly took it, no matter what it tasted like. 

As he slowly fully came to, the laboring human wished he hadn't, but thankfully, not for any bad reasons. For the first time in a very long time, Tyler felt well and truly comfortable. 

As he began to register the pressure being placed against his bloated body, he knew they'd landed and he was once again experiencing Glork's gravity. While slightly higher than Earth's, Tyler still felt good, even as his giant belly lightly (relatively speaking, anyway) twitched and lulled. 

Much of its movement came from the fact it was being rubbed. Slowly, soothingly and gently this time, so he didn't mind the added pressure. Tyler realized he was fully reclined except for the pillows behind his head. He was on an incredibly comfortable and luxuriously form-fitting mattress, so even though his belly was towering over him in every direction, rather than feeling crushed, he felt like he was being cradled. 

It was nice. Very nice. 

“Mmm…” he sighed quietly, not wanting to open his eyes. 

Tyler had hoped the next time he did, he'd no longer be pregnant. Since this wasn't the case, he should've been anxious or upset, but he wasn't. If this was what being pregnant was like on Glork, as much as he no longer wanted to be, he suddenly wasn't in such a rush to give birth because this, he could deal with. 

He sighed again as warm and soft hands moved up to his tits, a pair gently massaging each. Some hands remained on his belly, while others moved to his arms, legs, hands and swollen feet and ankles. Aside from the one he’d been “treated” to on Zul, when he’d been slathered with jelly, Tyler had never been massaged before. Now that death wasn’t imminent, he found himself thoroughly enjoying the experience, even as it started to make him sleepy again. 

But just when he expected it to, sleep didn’t come. Instead, a few moments later, Tyler did. 

First though, he gasped in pleasured surprise when a large, warm and pleasantly slicked hand reached under his mountain of a belly and took hold of his dick. Tyler hadn’t been able to see, let alone tend to his member in ages, so between that and all the (increasing) pressure his litter was putting on his prostate (amongst other places) he was constantly erect. 

For obvious reasons, he hadn’t experienced any “relief” since the night Serse had forced Frisk to demonstrate the human breeding process. As such, it only took a few tugs from the unfamiliar, unseen and unexpected hand before Tyler started to shoot. Even as his belly lightly lulled from another contraction, he moaned in ecstasy as he heavily coated the underside of it with his seed, which another hand promptly smeared across it. 

“Ooh! Ohmygods!” Tyler exhaled as he started to come down from his overdue release, the words slurred together like he was drunk. 

“Did that please you, Tyler of Starforce?” A deep, male voice asked. “I hope it did.”

“Tyler of Starforce’s” eyes shot open in surprise. He’d somehow sensed he was being massaged by female Glorkians. Males would’ve been preferred, but he didn’t exactly trust himself around them at the moment for one very large and quite obvious reason. 

As his vision focused, Tyler saw that several female Glorks were in fact massaging him. His eyes registered even more surprise when he looked and saw who was standing to his left, presently wiping his right hand off with a towel.

It was Etro. 

“You!” Tyler shouted as recollections of their first and only other meeting quickly rushed back to him. 

They'd met at an Onn'm, a Glorkian version of a bar. There, they both partook in the consumption of an herb popular for its “recreational” purposes. Said herb didn't lower inhibitions so much as it freed those who used it. It suppressed the insecurities brought about by adulthood (alien and human alike) while intensifying base instincts such as truth and desire. 

Tyler and Etro left the Onn'm together and went back to the Glork's apartment where obviously, some “fun” had been had. Now, they'd just had some “fun” again. 

“Did you just jerk me off?!” Tyler asked, aghast as he was out of breath. 

“Is that what humans call that?” Etro asked with a smirk as he finished wiping his hand and then handed the towel to one of the women who'd been working on Tyler's swollen left ankle. 

“It's one of the terms,” the human nodded. “There are others too, but…” he trailed off as he stared up at the hunky alien.

“I'd like to learn them as well,” the handsome Glork replied. 

“Sure… So, um, anyway… Hi?!” Tyler chuckled. “And surprise?!” He said as he looked down at himself, belatedly realizing he was lying there naked. 

Obviously, he'd been naked in front of Etro before, but he'd looked very different at the time. 

“Surprise, indeed!” Etro laughed and nodded. “I hope you forgive me. Till recently, I wasn't aware I'd left you with a litter.”

“Anthro told me.”

 “This is…” he went on. “Special. A rarity.”

 “He mentioned that too,” Tyler replied. “He also told me that I'm famous here… Loved by all.”

“Yes. Everyone is very excited,” Etro confirmed as he looked Tyler up and down. “Myself included.”

The human he'd knocked up grunted. “I guess it's good that one of us is! Sorry, I just…” he trailed off again as he shook his head. 

“No need to apologize,” Etro shook his back. “After everything you've been through, I can only imagine how you feel.”

Tyler sighed. “It wasn't easy,” he said, suddenly feeling strangely and strongly compelled to tell Etro everything, even if they still hardly knew each other and even if he'd already heard most of his tale secondhand. 

“We have a little time to talk before things get underway,” the purple alien nodded. “Please, share whatever you want,” he encouraged. 

“I… I mean…” Tyler struggled as he looked around at the women still massaging him. 

Etro followed his gaze then spoke to one of the women. “Thank you, Elika. That's enough for now.”

 All the women silently took their hands off whichever part of Tyler's body they'd been working on, stepped back and nodded respectfully at Etro before they turned and filed out of the room. Once he and Tyler were left alone, Etro nodded at him to continue. 

Tyler started at the beginning, telling Etro how he'd struggled to hide his pregnancy from Starforce to avoid being fired. He talked about how the Zulians had discovered his condition and then proceeded to stuff him to these drastically obscene proportions. He shared about how they intended to feast upon him and their offspring. 

“I didn't know early on, but obviously, I'm well aware now that Glorkian pregnancies usually result in litters, but…” he hesitated. “Mine?” He asked Etro as he frowned up at him. 

“Is in fact a big one,” the handsome alien proudly smiled and nodded. “And not just because of all the eating you were forced to do,” he switched to shaking his head. “It appears I impregnated you with many.”

“You don't say!” Tyler grunted as he looked back down at himself. “But anyway, like I said, this all hasn't been easy.”

“I am glad you survived and greatly impressed by your tenacity.”

 “I'm not sure how much tenacity had to do with it?” The human countered. “Honestly, I think I'm just lucky my body was able to cope with everything as long and as well as it did!” He sighed. “And I hope that continues to be the case because something tells me giving birth to all these babies isn't going to be as easy as I'd like!”

“You will be fine. Your body will continue to cope.”

 “But how will they be born?” Tyler asked. “Will I have surgery?”

 “Only if it's deemed necessary.”

 “Can I deem it necessary?”

Etro chuckled. “No, Tyler, you cannot.”

 “Who then?” He pressed. “Who do I need to speak with?”

“Again, you will be fine. Your condition will be monitored and you and the babies will all be kept safe,” Etro assured without answering the question. 

“But we don't know how many there are!” Tyler continued. “And they're so big! I…”

“I will be with you, Tyler,” Etro smiled down at him. “I won't lie and tell you it will be quick and easy, but again, I promise you that you and the babies will all be kept safe,” he nodded. “Now, I must go and finish getting ready for the festivities. But before I leave…”

“Yes?”

 “May I…” he paused. “May I kiss you?”

The request took Tyler by surprise more than it should've. Etro was the father of his babies and he was now famous. The two of them were important and had inadvertently formed a new link between their species and yet the fact remained they still barely knew each other. 

“Nevermind. I have made you uncomfortable,” Etro shook his head. “My apologies. That wasn't my…”

“It's fine,” Tyler cut in. “You can kiss me,” he nodded. 

The studly alien smiled again as he gently placed his left hand on Tyler's belly, right in front of his breasts, then leaned in to kiss him on the lips. Tyler was taken aback by how sweet and tender the kiss was and wouldn't help but smile back up at Etro as he straightened himself to full height. 

“I'll send Elika and the ladies back in to help you get dressed,” Etro said as he gave his belly a soft pat. “The next time we see each other, Tyler, we will become fathers,” he smiled again. “Are you ready?”

“Um, not really!” Tyler replied with a short laugh and a roll of his eyes. 

“You will be fine,” Etro said again before turning to leave. 

*****

A few moments later, the ladies returned. As they re-entered the room, Tyler counted six of them and belatedly noticed how pretty they were. As they surrounded him again, he also noticed they were all very similar looking, making him wonder if they were sisters?

Once they were back in place, the ladies all smiled down at him for the next several seconds. While they didn't say anything, Tyler could feel their admiration for him. Eventually, Elika, who was standing near his left shoulder, spoke. 

“Now that you are fully awake, allow me to officially introduce myself, Tyler of Starforce,” she said. “I am Elika, wife of Anthro.”

 “Oh!” Tyler smiled and nodded. “Hi! It's nice to officially meet you.”

 “Likewise,” she nodded back. “I'm sure I don't need to tell you, but today is a very important day… Today, you will make Glork very proud. Per my husband's request, my sisters and I are here to help prepare you for that.”

“I appreciate it,” Tyler replied. “And I also appreciate the earlier massage and whatever else you ladies did for me during the journey,” he said as he looked around at the six pretty sisters. “I'm sorry…” he shook his head. “But most of the journey is…”

“Foggy?” Elika asked with a chuckle. 

“Uh huh.”

“You were kept in an altered state during the trip to keep you and the babies as comfortable as possible,” she explained. “So no need to apologize for not remembering most of it. You weren’t meant to.”

“I see…” Tyler nodded slowly. “So can you tell me anything about how and where I’ll give birth?” He asked as he gently set his hands on his breasts and used his palms to cover his big nipples which thankfully, weren’t leaking at the moment. 

By then, Tyler hadn't been what he considered “fully dressed” in some time. Now that he was fully conscious again and surrounded by six women (sisters at that,) he was all too aware of his nakedness. At least his belly blocked the view of his crotch though, not that a few of the ladies probably hadn't seen it while Etro jerked him off!  

Upon being questioned, Elika's smile changed a bit. Had Tyler not been so anxious for her reply or thinking about trying to cover his breasts, he might've noticed the nearly imperceptible change, but it didn't register to him how her smile transitioned from warm and kind to slightly wry. 

“As I said, today you will make Glork and all its citizens proud. As such, you will transition and then give birth to your litter in a setting reserved for citizens of the utmost importance.”

“Forgive me,” Tyler requested. “But what do you mean by transition?”

 Elika's smile widened. “Transition to giving birth.”

“I'm in labor, so aren't I already doing that?” He frowned. 

“Yes, but your water hasn't broken yet, correct?”

 “No, not yet,” Tyler confirmed. “But I'd say it's only a matter of time now…”

“Yes, but on Glork, if it hasn't happened already, it is customary for your mate to break your water, therefore commencing the transition into giving birth,” Elika informed quite matter of factly. 

Tyler's eyes widened as his brows shot higher up his forehead. “But Etro isn't my mate!”

“Not in the technical sense, I suppose,” Elika at least had the decency to concede. “But as I said, it is customary.”

 “I understand,” Tyler nodded, forcing himself to smile. “But really…” he shook his head. “I don't need or want any special accommodations, other than possibly medical ones?” He raised his brows a little higher still. “As I said to Etro, I know now that Glorkians have litters, but us humans typically only have one, or maybe two or three at a time, so I was hoping that could be taken into account and I could…”

“There's no need to worry, Tyler,” Elika gently cut him off. “You and the babies will all be fine,” she said, echoing her brother-in-law's words almost to a t. “And it will please everyone so if you go along with all of our customs. They are very special to us,” she smiled and nodded. 

“And I want to please everyone,” Tyler nodded. “I am famous now after all, but…”

“Now, we really must start getting you ready!” Elika cut back in. “Don't want to keep everyone waiting!” She shook her head before turning and looking from left to right. “Ready, sisters?” She asked them with a smile. 

“Ready, sister!” Came their kind and equally enthusiastic reply. 

Before the laboring human knew what was happening, the room, including himself, became a flurry of motion and commotion. 

As it turned out, Elika and her five gorgeous sisters, we're all a lot stronger than they looked. No sooner had each taken a gentle yet firm hold on one part of his body or another, then it was being pushed, pulled and turned, and then hauled, pushed and pulled off the bed. 

Tyler let out a loud, undignified grunt as he landed back on his swollen feet, belly, butt and boobs and bouncing about. He hadn't done much standing as of late and it now went without saying, but his sheer mass was simply quite a lot to deal with. Fortunately, his six attendees were ready and able to help keep him steady and upright, two of Elika's lovely sisters going so far as to crouch down beside it and support what they could of his belly by cradling its taxed as it was taut, underside in their arms and hands. 

“Etro did quite the number on you, didn't he?” Elika laughed as she looked Tyler up and down, off to his left. 

“Yeah, I've gotten the idea he really did,” Tyler nodded in agreement. “But…”

“Oh, yes, of course…” Elika tutted. “Those blasted snakes!” She groaned as she rolled her beautiful lavender eyes. “They certainly played a role too, but Anthro and apparently also his brother…” she trailed off as she shook her head. “Am I right, sisters?” She asked the other five with a laugh. 

“Yes, sister!” They responded in giddy unison. 

“Wait a second!” Tyler said in surprise. “You've carried a litter before?” He asked as he looked, trim, petite and perfectly perky, Elika up and down. 

She laughed again. Longer and louder this time as she threw her head back. “A litter?! Try four!”

The only human in the room was shocked. He looked Elika up and down again, her form-fitting, gauzy gown that almost perfectly matched her eyes, making it easy to see how incredible her figure was. 

“Looking at you now, I'd never have guessed you'd been pregnant once, with one baby, let alone had four litters?!” He shook his head. 

“Aww… You're too sweet, Tyler!” Elika smiled at him. 

“I'm just being honest!” He said as he shook his head some more in continued disbelief. “You look…”

“Amazing, or perhaps, incredible?” She finished for him with another chuckle. “Thank you. Glorkians tend to be blessed in that manner,” she smiled and nodded, obviously proud of her race, and rightfully so in at least that regard. 

Before he could stop himself, Tyler grunted again. “I have to admit, I'm jealous!” He said as he wondered if maybe, even though he wasn't a Glork, there was a chance his body might recover after all was said and done?

Once all the sisters were sure the laboring human was steady on his feet, ass leaned back against the side of the bed, two of them stepped away. As they did, Tyler's belly remained impressively supported by the two cradling it, who were actually strong enough to relieve his back of much of the strain and pain the massive orb produced. 

While they all awaited the return of the departed sisters, Elika too left her spot and started slowly walking around Tyler, assessing him. Tyler felt his cheeks flush. Elika was much nicer and he wasn't scared of her, but as she looked his naked body over, he was once again reminded of Serse. 

“You've grown to be a very, very big boy,” she noted. “Etro and those snakes really outdid themselves!”

“Please, tell me you're just trying to be sweet now!” Tyler replied with a nervous chuckle. 

But Elika didn't. Instead she smiled as her sisters returned carrying a royal purple garment. “Here we are… Your birthing gown!”

“My birthing gown?” He frowned. 

“Another custom,” she nodded. “Though you will be the first male to wear one. As such, you should consider it quite auspicious.”

“I do,” Tyler nodded back. “And thank you…” he continued with a wince as he felt his next contraction starting to build. “But again, really… I understand you have customs and whatnot, but really!” He insisted. “I don't require any special accommodations other than hopefully…”

“Oh, please, Tyler! Stop with all that nonsense!” Elika tutted again. “You're practically family now!” She smiled at him before continuing before he had the chance to get a word in. “I hope it fits… There isn't time to make alterations if it doesn't,” she frowned, before sighing and promptly going back to smiling. “So fingers crossed, right sisters?”

Once again, Elika received a chorus of sweet, happy giggles, her five sisters all smiling and nodding as they did just that. Even the two helping supporting Tyler's belly joined in on the crossing, the laboring, presently contracting lieutenant feeling their fingers do so against his overly strained underbelly.