Delicacy Pt. 3

As some of you know, I am a florist by trade. That's kept me quite busy the last week or so with Valentines Day so unfortunately, I got a little off track with my writing. Things are settling down now so I should be able to get back to it, but in the meantime, enjoy Part 3!

Delicacy Revisited

Part Three

How he slept through all those nightmares, he had no idea, but somehow, Tyler made it through the night. Still, he ended up gasping awake to see sunlight pouring into the room through the window.

It was a new day.

Previously, dismal as things were for him and his friends, Tyler had still taken some pleasure in having lived to see another morning, but not this time…

Sree was still asleep in her corner of the room. Frisk was still leaning against his wall, head back and eyes closed, left hand pressed against his side as if trying to ease some pain there. Once again looking down and out at himself, Tyler cringed at the recollection of what'd happened the day before, as well as the thought of what more was sure to now come…

While he felt notably less tight and bloated, he was still all but certain he was somehow a bit bigger than he'd been when he'd fallen asleep. Gingerly, Tyler eased himself up, got out of bed and walked over to the corner of the room where a bowl sat on a small side table. Even though his already rapid-growing pregnancy had been forced to even more rapidly progress, at least now it was a bit less awkward to move around, all the recent developments feeling slightly more “natural.”

Tyler took the bowl from the table and brought it into the bathroom, where he filled it from the sink. The water wasn't for him though… He'd consumed (more than) enough the previous day to remain full and hydrated for quite some time. The water was for Frisk, whom he knew had to be parched.

The pregnant man returned carefully to the room with the bowl of water and crouched down just to the left of the Captain. While he'd been careful, Tyler hadn't necessarily been quiet, so he was surprised when his commanding officer didn't open his good eye upon him being in such close proximity. Securing the bowl against the top of his belly, Tyler reached out with his other hand and touched the. Captain's arm. Now, Frisk opened his good eye, but just barely.

“Here,” Tyler said with a smile and a nod. “Have some water.”

Slowly, Frisk nodded back. He let Tyler bring the bowl to his lips and immediately, began drinking greedily from it, many droplets ending up rolling down his chin. Tyler was surprised when suddenly, the other man lifted both his arms with a groan, the movement clearly difficult, and joined in on holding the bowl, trying to tip it further. As a result, the Captain's mouth was rapidly filled with water to the point he couldn't keep up with the flow and ended up coughing, spilling much of the liquid on himself.

“Slow and steady…” Tyler said as he took back some control.

Frisk had just completed his small nod of understanding when the bedroom door suddenly flung open, causing all three (plus) of its occupants to jerk. As Sree bolted up, what little water remained in the bowl, ended up all over the Captain and the floor as another order of Zulian guards marched in, one after the next.

Hands shaking, Tyler's face immediately flushed a bright red as he watched the aliens set their table up again and then of course, pile it high with platters. It looked to him like there were even more than the day before…

Oh gods, not again.?!

“Back to the bed!” One of the snakes snarled as he approached, causing Tyler to tremble more than he already was.

Despite his increased shaking, he managed to get his legs and feet back beneath him without any of the guards having to yank him onto them, so small victory… Knowing any of the guards, but especially, the closest, would be all too happy to “help” if given even the smallest chance, Tyler headed for the bed and eased his bloated self back onto it.

At first, he sat on the side, his belly pressing down heavily against his thighs. Without warning or reason, his distended nipples chose that moment to tingle and then start to seep, but since apparently, that wasn't embarrassing enough, at some point during his transition back onto the bed, for reasons also unknown, Tyler developed an erection… His hard, now throbbing dick was squished between his thickening thighs, under his belly. Even though no one could see his “excitement” (himself included,) his cheeks still burned bright red.

The summoning Zulian smirked evilly down at him. “It hass been decided that you are to be pressssented with two optionsss today…” he informed. “Feed yoursself, or we will do ssso for you again,” he said as he pulled the lid off the first platter and stepped back to await Tyler's response.

Both of his choices were equally unappealing, but right away, he knew which he preferred… After a brief hesitation, Tyler's left hand reached out to the side and his first two fingers and thumb wrapped around a plump and gooey morsel of food; something he hadn't seen or tasted yet. After closing his eyes and sending up a brief, silent prayer to the gods (even though he seriously doubted any of them were listening to him anymore,) he brought whatever it was to his mouth and opened it wide.

Whatever it was was thicker and heavier than anything he'd consumed the day before… It too wasn't good, to the point it bordered on being disgusting… Tyler whimpered, not only at the taste, but at what he was doing to himself, and why…

Starforce required all of its members to be fit and athletic: always ready for action; so experiencing the initial growth and formation of his pregnancy had been disturbing and worrying enough. Now, Tyler was being forced to exacerbate his condition dramatically; the results being him swelling up and things rapidly getting out of control.

But what else could he do? He had no other choice if he wanted to remain alive (for the time being, anyway…)

Tyler relentlessly stuffed himself, even as he whimpered and groaned through bites as he experienced lurching movements from within. He wasn't sure if what he was feeling were the babies, his insides protesting again, or some combination of the both?

Whatever the case, the expectant human wondered what all this overeating was/would do to the babies? Insulate them? Fatten them up as well? Hurt them? Some of all of the above? He really didn't want to think about it and yet he couldn't not.

Tyler was so focused on simultaneously stuffing himself and worrying that he didn't realize how intently he was being watched, or how close several of the Zuls were to him till one of them reached a clawed hand out and cupped his belly. As soon as the alien did so, Tyler froze, his skin positively crawling at the point of contact, then radiating out. The Zulian patted the bulge as he blatantly surveyed it and its owner, his snake tongue flicking out over his thin excuses for lips.

“More!!!” He demanded with a hiss as he pulled back his hand, his eyes still glued to Tyler's once again growing mass. “Fasster!!!”

The human tried to do as instructed. In his periphery, Tyler saw Frisk and Sree staring at the scene in silent, abject horror. He wanted to yell out for help but couldn't with his mouth crammed full of disgusting mush. This was probably for the best though because had he been able to, it obviously would've drawn the aliens’ attention and more than likely, wrath, so he just kept eating mechanically, forcing one thing after the next into his mouth in a seemingly never-ending cycle.

As he gorged himself, Tyler wondered why Frisk, a fellow human (a delicacy in these parts of space) wasn't also being subjected to the same treatment? Before he could give the query much thought, all his attention was brought back to what was getting more and more difficult for him to do…

He was already feeling full, weary and semi sick, his belly once again taut with pressure. Tyler didn't realize it till then but at some point, he'd started stuffing himself with both hands, leaving them both a sticky mess. He suspected his face looked the same and yet he still didn't stop himself…

As he helplessly moaned through his mouthful, he felt like a massive slob. As much as he hated it and uncomfortable as it was making him, Tyler knew he had to keep going, so he did. Almost choking (maybe almost on purpose?) he continued to do his best to gobble through all the soft meats, “buttery” doughs, sweet yet still gross custards, and everything else that just kept coming. Even though he was trying his best, apparently, Tyler wasn't trying hard enough…

“Fasster!!! More!!!” The same alien demanded of him again.

Tyler had already been working his arms, hands and jaw as fast as they would go. He barely had time to breathe, let alone avoid choking, yet he willed himself to try and go faster and eat more, bringing both messily loaded hands to his mouth at the same time and cramming their contents into it. This still wasn't enough…

Tyler released a muffled yelp of alarm as the last two morsels he'd grabbed were suddenly slapped out of his hands and fell to the floor. The nearest guard quickly kicked them behind him so he could discreetly pick them up and eat them himself when no one was looking.

Mouth finally clear, it continued to reflexively open and close despite there being nothing else to chew. This allowed Tyler to scream as each of his limbs were unexpectedly grabbed, twisted and maneuvered by two guards and he was forced back against the headboard.

A very loud and panicked, “NRRRRRRGGGGHHH!!!” was all he managed to get out at first. Like the rest of him, Tyler's exposed belly was flushed, sweaty, throbbing and aching, painfully over-filled.

“No!!!” He shouted as he watched a large, familiar bucket being lifted towards him as another snake shoved the equally familiar and traumatizing funnel back down his throat. “Ggggggggnnnnhhh!!!” He mutedly bellowed once it was in place.

The Zulian presently in charge suddenly yanked Tyler's head back and then came the onslaught of greasiness filling his mouth and he had no choice but to start gulping it down. With every swallow, his entire body seemed to grow tighter as silently shed tears ran down his bulging cheeks, the tension growing and growing inside him, his stretching flesh itching and tingling as it fought to keep up with demand.

It wasn't long before Tyler choked. As he did, his back shuddered forcefully and his belly jerked further out in front of him with alarming speed and force. None of this seemed to concern any of the Zuls, who just shoved him harder back against the bed and headboard as the greasy substance that felt like pure lard, continued pouring down Tyler's throat, his belly growing more and more, and more quickly.

This time, Tyler managed to finish the entire bucket of slop without passing out, but just barely. By the time he'd finished, he couldn't bear it anymore… He felt like he was about to explode as the funnel was pulled from his mouth, sending saliva and other goo running down his chin.

His face was bright red, and several veins had risen on his drenched forehead. As much as it hurt to do so, Tyler couldn't help but arch his back again, his belly so tight and pressurized as it trembled violently and continued to visibly swell.

“Oh my gods!!! What did you… do?!” He groaned as the snakes all stood around the bed, staring at him in fascination. Despite his rapid and heavy panting, Tyler couldn't catch his breath. “Errggghhh!!! Mmmmnnnnhhh!!!” He moaned. “My… my babies!”

He was certain his belly was going to burst open right then and there, especially as it gave another extra violent jerk. Tyler screamed out in pain, and now that his arms had been released, reached out and clutched what he could of his gut as a sharp pain emanated from its core, causing his vision to blur.

And then, there was darkness.

*****

Tyler went in and out of consciousness for the next several hours. During this time, he was constantly moaning and groaning, drooling and gasping for breath.

When he eventually came to, he looked everywhere around the room but where Frisk and Sree were huddled, too ashamed to look at them, too disgusted with himself. Over the course of just his second forced feeding, he'd come to look due with human triplet, and oh gods… He still seemed to be growing?!

Some time later, the door opened, softly and slowly this time. Serse strode in, followed by another contingent of guards. The latter's presence seemed unnecessary given the condition of the prisoners, which needless to say, wasn't good. They all might have wanted to do harm to the dying planet's leader, but unfortunately for them, were unable to.

“It's about time you're awake,” the ruler smugly addressed the now very heavily pregnant junior lieutenant. “You humans are so feeble,” he shook his head as he moved his gaze from Tyler to the Captain.

While the other man hadn't been beaten or otherwise abused in a few days, he still looked horrible. At one time not too long ago, Frisk would've done anything in his power to defend himself and his crew whereas now, he barely had the power to remain seated in an upright position.

Tyler dropped his head, lacking the will or energy to interact. Unsurprisingly, the snake lord didn't seem to mind.

“My, how you've changed in just a few days!” He said.

Staying silent and looking down, Tyler tugged at his top, which was barely fulfilling the role of a crop top by then. Like his belly, his breasts had swelled up significantly as well, and were once again, his bloated nipples were both producing steady streams of milk.

“What is this fluid it's producing?” Serse asked one of his guards.

“Feed for itss offssspring,” the guard replied. “Mammalss produce what they call, milk. Breasstmilk, in itss case. Breasstss are what itss feed ssackss are most commonly called.”

“Interesting…” Serse said as he stepped closer.

Tyler looked up just as the ruler reached down and out and trailed a clawed finger along the junction between his left “Feed sack” and belly. Using the claw, he collected a drop of milk and brought it to his mouth to taste, his expression thoughtful as he did.

Tyler's belly chose that moment to lurch again, causing him to groan. Looking down and out at himself, he watched in a cross of morbid fascination and wonder as flesh shifted and bulged in different places as the babies moved. Moaning, he clutched at the warping mass, face flushing as he panted like a dog in heat.

“I'm quite impressed with all the… improvements we've made so far. You look like a proper breeder now,” Serse smuggly commended his fecund prisoner. “A mother in all his glory!” He chuckled. “A real, pregnant bitch!”

Tyler looked away, more mortified and ashamed now than he previously thought was possible. He hoped Frisk and Sree weren't hearing all this, but of course they were.

“Perhaps when this carrying concludes, we should breed you again?” The snake lord mused. “Tell me, whore, how did you get this way? What species did this to you? My research indicates it wasn't one of your own kind, given how rapidly things are advancing…”

Tyler remained silent. Serse was right, but he wasn't going to tell him that or give him the answer he was looking for. Humans were considered a delicacy, but what about Glorkians? If Tyler revealed the source of his litter, it was possible the snake lord would react poorly to the fact his babies weren't fully human, and therefore wouldn't be as delicious…

“Oh, so you wish to keep it a surprise, do you?” Serse continued when he failed to respond. “Fine by me,” he said as he reached out again and lightly patted Tyler's packed midsection. “We shall see and taste soon enough.”

And with that, Serse and his soldiers left the room.

*****

The following morning, much to his surprise, Tyler was presented with “new” clothing. He was given a large tunic of sorts that buttoned in the front. It was obviously used, its construction crude, and its fabric simplistic yet plentiful, providing better coverage of his increasingly deformed body. At the moment, the tunic fell loosely over his many bulges, its worn and uneven hem hitting just above his knees. Tyler knew this wouldn't be the case for long though, given his recently disturbingly accelerated rate of growth…

He hadn't been given new pants, so even though he was now more covered than he'd been in over a week, he continued to wear his old ones, despite having outgrown them. Both their button and zipper were now several inches away from reaching, but he had his makeshift “belt” to keep them from falling off.

Given how thick his thighs and ass were getting, the rope really wasn't needed anymore. By the end of each day, Tyler's pants felt tighter and more uncomfortable, because they were. He only found something reminiscent of relief when he took them off before (purposely) falling asleep.

Tyler appreciated his “new” tunic, as it keep him from looking totally ridiculous in front of his friends, yet he couldn't help but wonder why he'd been given it? If the Zulians considered him as nothing more than an animal they were fattening up for eventual slaughter and consumption, keeping him clothed shouldn't have been a concern. He got his answer two days after receiving the tunic when late that morning, he was dragged out of the bedroom by a guard.

Just a few paces out of the room, he was panting for breath and dripping with sweat as he struggled not to topple over as he was dragged through the palace. Tyler used the arm that wasn't being held at the elbow to support that side of his huge swell and keep it from swaying too much. He'd put on so much weight in so little time, and had yet to move much since, so he hardly knew how to support it.

Unsurprisingly, this only seemed to concern him, not his captors.

Just when he was about to dare to ask the guard for a break, he was pushed to the right and shoved into a room he'd never been in before. As he whimpered rather pathetically, Tyler just managed to steady himself against the door frame before he toppled over. He hunched over his belly and panted loud and hard for the next several seconds before eventually looking up and liking as he took in the scene before him.

Serse was present, as were several other Zulians, all of whom were dressed almost as finely as their leader. All were seated around a large table. Joining them at the foot, was a foreign alien, the likes of which Tyler had never seen. Its flesh was gold and glistened to the point it looked as though it was in the process of melting.

“Translator!” Serse beckoned Tyler, an unexpected change from bitch, whore, or breeder, which was pretty much all he'd been referred to as of late. “Come look over these documents thoroughly, and make sure they match,” he said as he nodded at some papers lying on the edge of the table.

“Once again, Lord Serse, I assure you that the trade contracts are identical!” The golden alien said in a sharp, unpleasant tone. “The same stipulations on each!” He insisted with a nod, so intently focused on the snake lord that he'd yet to notice Tyler, the “translator.”

As Tyler approached the table at a slow waddle, he didn't dare take his eyes from it. Over and around his big belly, he rapidly scanned the documents, one set of which was in the Zulian language, the other in Candourian, a script most popular in Sector 312.

Tyler correctly assumed the Zulians couldn't read Candourian. As he quickly but thoroughly perused the documents, making sure despite his nerves, that they matched to the nth degree, he finally but unwittingly caught the golden foreign diplomat's attention.

“This is your translator?! What's a human doing out in these parts?!” The golden alien asked in clear shock.

Tyler did his best not to react as he continued to read. Candourian wasn't a Federation language, but he knew it. He also knew that Sector 312 wasn't under Starforce or Federation jurisdiction, so he therefore shouldn't have been aiding in this process, but how couldn't he? He was already in enough trouble as it was.

“What are you doing all the way out here, human?” The other foreigner asked him.

Tyler was too terrified to reply.

“He is under my employ,” Serse did on his behalf.

“But the human, a male… is pregnant?! How is that even possible?!” The golden diplomat continued to press.

“Pregnant?!” The snake lord repeated with a laugh. “He's a plump one, I'll give you that… Humans are such greedy creatures! He insists on half his wages being paid in rations, can you believe it?!” He laughed some more.

The golden foreigner wasn't duped. He opened his mouth, ready to object to the obvious lie he'd just been told but before he could, Tyler finally spoke up.

“They match!” He blurted out as suddenly, seemingly all of his cramped insides lurched all at once, either from fear or possibly hunger.

He reached out to steady himself on the table, leaning the underside of his belly on it between his hands for added support. There was a long, pregnant pause before the Zul sitting to Serse's right, spoke up.

“It is ssettled then,” he said as he stood. “Allow me to sssee you out, Ig'No.”

Following another break in conversation, during which he stared intently at Tyler, Ig'No, the golden alien rose as well. Once he and Serse's right hand “man” had left the room, Tyler let out a sigh of relief, assuming he'd be the next to be escorted out, but no… Instead, the remaining Zulians, their leader included, all casually sat back in their chairs and turned to survey him.

“The creature hass grown sso much!” One said with a couple of flicks of his tongue. “Already ready to be ssslaughtered for the feassst, and what a feasst it will be!” He laughed and grinned.

Serse scoffed. “What? Hardly!”

“Oh, come now, Sserse!” The other Zulian dared. “I highly doubt itsss pregnancy can progresss much more?! The creature iss already the ssize of a byttlenot! Clearly, itss litter iss already larger than itss breed iss intended to handle!” He shook his head. “Humanss really are ssso ssimplisstic!” He tuttered. “Sso…  unevolved!”

“How many do you think it's carrying?” Another alien asked.

“Unknown. If the bitch knows, it refuses to reveal,” Serse replied with a roll of his eyes before turning to look at Tyler. “I'd say it depends on the siring species, which the bitch has also been keeping to itself,” he rolled his eyes again before setting them back on Tyler. “Show us your progress, whore,” he demanded.

Hands shaking, Tyler slowly undid the buttons on the tunic, then pulled its sides apart to reveal his heaving belly and chest. The Zulians, Serse included, all made hissing noises, indicating not only their approval, but quite probably also their hunger.

“What sspeciess can impregnate a human male?” One asked.

“Only a few,” another replied from across the table.

“If the creature wass in heat at the time, if it even goess through sssuch a processs, perhapss it didn't matter? Though I doubt itsss body iss that advanced,” yet another guessed as he stood, walked around the table and began to approach.

Serse stood as well, causing the human's hands to tremble more as they held the tunic open. Following their leader, the rest of the contingent rose. As soon as they had, it wasn't just Tyler's hands that were shaking, especially not as the aliens all crowded around him… He felt trapped, his breath thinning as his nipples hardened and began to seep again.

Serse reached out and prodded his belly, causing a baby to kick and visibly warp the orb. As Tyler grunted in surprise and distress, the aliens all laughed at him.

“It interests me that the bitch keeps producing more feed when it's not needed yet,” Serse nodded before adding with a chuckle, “Not that it ever will be, but anyway… Maybe we should consider it another offering? How kind of it.”

“Perhaps it can serve us?” His right hand “man” suggested.

“It is a rather luxuriouss fluid,” Serse nodded, momentarily not keeping his hissing in line like he usually did. “I would like another taste but one dribble at a time hardly seems sufficient. I'm not sure how the bitch's body even works?” He admitted.

“My undersstanding iss the fluid iss to be taken directly from the source, via oral ssuction,” the other alien supplied. “And that it iss quite nourisshing, which bringss me back to my point.”

“Which is?”

“Perhapss it iss another offering that can sserve uss,” he continued. “If you sssee fit, Lord, perhapss it can be ussed to feed the other prisonerss?”

“Perhaps,” Serse mused as he reached out with both hands and shoved Tyler's tunic further to his bloated sides. “But first, I want to see what use the liquid can be to me…”

Instinctively, the human yelped and attempted to cover himself but his hands were quickly shoved aside by the snake lord, leaving his big breasts and leaking, puffy nipples, fully exposed. Tyler's breathing remained heavy but now, shaky as well, further agitating all three of his already quavering mounds. Somehow, he hadn’t noticed till then, but as he nervously looked down at himself, Tyler realized his nipples had at least doubled in size since the start of his pregnancy.

Before he could process what was happening, Serse leaned in and wrapped his nearly nonexistent lips around his right, leaking nub. The pregnant Starforce officer’s eyes fluttered in panic as he expected his bulging tit to be pierced by the snake lord’s fangs but fortunately, this didn’t happen. Serse simply started to suck, causing Tyler to groan and his legs to go weak(er) beneath him without the support of the table he’d been pushed back from to give the aliens more access.

As awful and terrifying as all of this undeniably was, Tyler couldn’t deny the great relief he experienced as his surplus of milk finally began to meaningfully decrease. The tight, hot pressure in and at his chest steadily diminished as Serse drank greedily from him, making the human feel woozy.

“Deliciousss…” Serse hissed against his breast, thin lips never leaving it.

Though he didn’t come close to draining the first, he moved over to Tyler’s other leaking mound, sucking and drinking from it as his men watched in a combination of envy and hunger. They were jealous of their leader but were all smart enough to keep their thoughts and desires to themselves as soon enough, they would all get to feast.