Delicacy Pt. 4

FYI, the final part of Delayed should be posted later today and then I should be back to other stories as well. Enjoy!

Delicacy Revisited

Part Four

When the same guard who’d taken him from it shoved him back into the bedroom, Tyler landed hard on his knees, barely avoiding hitting his belly. As soon as he was on the ground, his vision blurred, his body feeling weak and overheated, or so he thought, till he realized what he was really feeling was hunger. Intense hunger…

“Are you alright, Tyler?” Sree asked from her usual corner.

He ignored her, barely able to focus on what she was saying anyway. He used what little energy he had to crawl on all fours towards the bed, the front of his belly gently dragging across the floor as he made his way. Somewhere in the back of his mind (further back than it probably should've been,) Tyler heard Sree yammering on in concern, but quickly, her voice became muffled.

He only had a few more feet to go, but he didn't make it. Once again, blackness took over.

*****

When he woke, Tyler was curled up on his left side, still on the floor. He was sore all over, his back most especially.

Intense pressure and heat radiated from his chest, and hunger from his belly, which gurgled even louder than he groaned. He couldn't believe he was so hungry again after all he'd been forced to consume in the last two days, which was way more than a week's worth of food he would've consumed back when times were “good.” Back when Tyler wasn't pregnant, and he and his children had yet to be deemed a feast for a savage race of reptilian aliens.

Tyler was so hungry, it hurt almost as much as being so full had. Through blurry eyes, he looked up to see Sree hovering over him. This time, he didn't bother asking how much time had passed since he'd gone unconscious since apparently, his doing so had become a somewhat regular occurrence.

His friend helped him to his feet, which took a lot of awkward maneuvering with the protruding weight of his belly, the globe especially intrusive and obstructive while Tyler was so weak and disoriented. Between him and Sree, they managed to get him to the bed, his entire body shaking due to all the effort he had to exert. The next thing Tyler knew, he was asleep again, or more accurately: unconscious…

When he woke, he thought he was still dreaming or rather, having a nightmare, as the Zulians’ trusty table was once again setup next to the bed and piled high with food, once again more than the time before. If there was anything good about the situation, it was that none of the aliens were present, nor were any buckets of their fattening goop.

“It was dropped off a few hours ago,” Sree said as she tugged at the hem of her top with her eight, anxious fingers. “They tried to wake you, but they couldn't,” she shook her big head. “Neither could I after they left. “It's probably cold now, but…”

Hungry, no, starving as he was, Tyler stopped himself from immediately reaching out and over to the food and digging into it. “You need to eat,” he cut Sree off as he noted again how pale and gaunt she'd become. “You too, Captain. Please,” he nodded as he turned to the other human, who was still occupying his same spot, his lips severely chapped but his eyes less swollen, yet somehow, more weary.

Frisk, who looked like he'd already long since given up, slowly shook his head.

“But you'll starve!” Tyler protested. “You are starving! Please, Sir!”

“It's not for us,” Sree replied for herself and the Captain.

She looked justifiably terrified at just the thought of taking her fecund friend up on his offer. The same friend who winced as another intense pang of hunger assailed him.

All of Tyler's insides churned at the same time, as well as all of his babies, who seemed to be displeased with him. If all his overeating was harming them, they didn't seem to mind. They seemed to want more… Worried as he was about his last two friends, all Tyler could focus on was the intense and urgent need to fill himself again.

“Gods, they're hungry!” He apologized, before slightly amending, “We're hungry! Starving!” He finally admitted with a sob as he reached out, threw the lid off the nearest platter and began stuffing himself with vigor.

He shoved food so hard and fast into his mouth, it was as if the guards were there demanding him to do so. He ate so much, so fast, he hardly even tasted it (which wasn't a bad thing,) he just needed food… Tyler needed it inside him to feed his babies.

It wasn't long before a huge swallow went down the wrong pipe, causing him to cough hard against his hand as he frantically rubbed his belly with the other. Even though he really should've, he didn't give himself a chance to catch his breath. Tyler could barely see through his tears, yet he still managed to grab every and anything he could, shoving whatever into his gaping mouth and then only chewing enough to be able to swallow.

Flavor and texture continued to barely register and even if they had, it wouldn't have mattered. What also didn't matter (not yet, anyway,) was the rapidly building discomfort he felt, even as his stomach giggled louder and louder in protest.

“It's… OK,” Sree assured him from somewhere nearby. “You're doing what you need to… You're doing the right thing.”

Even though his cheeks were already bulging, Tyler continued to stuff them with food, his stomach (and belly as a whole) tightening more with each swallow. He moaned.

He made it three quarters of the way through everything before finally pausing for a moment to breathe, or rather gasp as he gripped his churn belly. He'd finally reached the point where his hunger was no longer so intense he could think of nothing else.

“I… I don't…” he started to say before a massive belch flew from between his lips. Tyler wasn't used to being conscious immediately following one of his binges, usually so stuffed he just passed out. “... Know what's… What's wrong with me?!” He hiccuped.

Sree sat carefully next to him and stroked his sweaty, messy hair. “Nothing's wrong with you. You're a very pregnant, human male… You're sort of a miracle!”

Tyler frowned. “I don't feel like it. I really messed up back on Glork…”

Upon hearing him admit his mistake, the Captain looked his way. His face registered a look of surprise but once again, he kept quiet.

“You're young and human,” Sree softly emphasized, as if his race and age would make up for his mistake. “You have… needs and impulses. Expecting you to spend years traveling space without proper… companionship, might've been a little too ambitious?” She shrugged.

That may have been true, but even if it was, it wasn't an issue for Frisk, but Tyler didn't point that out. There was no point other than to make himself appear even more foolish. His cheeks burned with embarrassment.

He was one of very few humans to have been allowed into Starforce, and now the prime example as to why his species probably wasn't worth the trouble. Tyler had made such a mess of things.

“We're still alive because of you,” Sree continued. “I don't know why I am as I'm of no use to them, and the Captain doesn't seem to be much of one anymore either… Perhaps they're keeping us around for your morale?” She guessed. “Not that we do much to help it…” she finished with a shake of her head and a sigh.

“Sure you do,” Tyler disagreed. “I need the two of you, which means you need to eat!” He pleaded.

Not only did he not want Sree and Frisk to starve and/or get sick, he didn't want to think of what he'd do with the rest of the food if they didn't agree to consume it?! His kind, alien friend shushed him.

“The food is for you and the babies, not the Captain and I. If we were to eat it, they might kill us?! We can't risk it!”

“But they wouldn't know!” Tyler pressed. “They hardly pay any attention to you!”

“They might if they notice we stopped getting skinnier and started putting weight back on!” Sree countered.

“Ugh…” Tyler groaned and rolled his eyes as he looked down and out at the giant belly perched on his lap.

It was warm and tight and shelving his breasts which somehow, were already engorged again. The mounds were hot and tender and perhaps a little larger than they'd previously been, the discomfort they were experiencing rivaling that now coming from his middle, which was beyond stuffed.

“Well then let me feed you,” Tyler offered. “From my… my body,” he clarified, cheeks burning a deeper crimson. “My milk,” he nodded as he reached for his tunic.

Awkward and unappealing as the offer was, it was also a good one… Tyler was obviously producing more than enough to feed Sree and the Captain, so she seemed to consider it as she worriedly chewed at her lower lip. It took everything in her to refuse.

“I… We… We really shouldn't,” she shook her head as she looked down at the floor.

“But I heard the Zulians talking about you and the…” Tyler started to say but then the bedroom door flew open again and two guards marched in.

Sree scurried out of the way as without a word or even a hiss, the guards grabbed Tyler by the arms, causing him to cry out in pain as he was yanked off the bed. An alien flanking him on either side helped a lot with his balance issues, but it didn't make his forced waddle any more comfortable, especially not with his stomach and breasts all so full again.

All of Tyler's bulges (including his growing and expanding ass,) bobbled and quakes with each clumsy step as he fought not to retch. Milk started to seep into the tunic and his back strained and ached as he struggled to keep his feet moving beneath him. A few times, one of them slipped, forcing his arms to suddenly take the brunt of his weight, causing them to feel like they might pop from their sockets if he was pulled along even an ounce harder.

Eventually, a red-faced and sweaty Tyler was deposited in another room he'd never been in before. It was big and warm and even a bit cozy… The room was carpeted, had a small table set and seating area, and its roughly plastered walls were adorned with intricate tapestries. Once he was left alone, Tyler made his way over to the couch and eased himself onto it as quickly as he could, letting out a huge sigh of relief as he did.

As he rubbed big, slow circles into the sides of his belly, a mirror hanging across the room between two tapestries caught his attention. What Tyler saw in it caused him to gasp in shock.

Aside from when he looked down and out, he hadn't seen himself in weeks. Obviously, he knew his reflection was going to look quite different now, but when he finally did, the sight rapidly brought Tyler to the verge of hyperventilating. Now, he looked like he should've gone into labor weeks ago with a large set of human quadruplets!

For the next several minutes, he just sat there staring at himself in morbid fascination. He tried to look away but was unable to do so till Serse entered the room. As soon as he did, the snake lord's gaze fell on Tyler as he slowly approached like a hunter stalking its prey, licking his lips as he neared. His fecund human captive already knew what he wanted.

“The bitch looks famished,” Serse said to the guards who'd followed him in. “Prepare its next meal quickly. This won't take long…”

Though their leader wasn't having them to see them do so, the guards still respectfully bowed in his direction before turning and marching off. Already, Tyler dreaded their return. Still staring, Serse came and sat down beside him, taking up what little room remained on the couch.

“The feed you produce is quite delicious,” he commended. “I'm impressed by how capable you are of producing such palatable things, even if I've yet to have the pleasure of tasting some…” he smirked, licking his lips again.

While Tyler didn't acknowledge the “compliments” he'd just received, he also didn't refuse the alien leader. There wasn't much he could do at the moment, but one thing he could do was not give Serse and his men any excuse to hurt him, the babies, or his friends, at least to a degree, and for a still to be determined amount of time…

But in granting the snake lord's current want, Tyler was also relieving himself of something increasingly burdensome anyway. As such, with once again shaking hands, he reached up and out and finished unbuttoning the tunic.

The moment his large tits had plopped free and were entirely exposed, Serse leaned in. He took Tyler's big, right nipple in his mouth and started sucking greedily on it. He sucked with such force, it caused the human to wince and his entire, bloated body to shudder. The snake lord must've been hungry/thirsty himself, as it wasn't long before he'd drained Tyler's right breast and moved over to his left. By the time he finished, the human male's breasts felt cooler and lighter, yet still ached as Serse hadn't exactly been gentle with either of them.

Even though they were no longer being groped or fed from, the mounds pulsed… Recently, every time Tyler's breasts were drained, they quickly grew to be larger than they'd previously been. He wasn't sure if this was from all the simulation, or simply because of his condition, but either way, he was already obviously producing enough milk for the children he'd probably unfortunately, never get the chance to hold in his arms, let alone feed via his nipples.

Smirking again as he leaned back, Serse wiped his mouth with the back of his scaled, left hand as he left out a small belch. “You have filled me, now, it's time I fill you, again!” He informed Tyler as he reached over and gave his left tit a not so gentle smack as he showed him his fangs.

As if on cue, the guards returned. Four of them, this time…

“The whore is ready,” Serse told them as he stood, seeming somewhat reluctant to do so.

But “the whore” was not ready. Not nearly… Tyler's whole body tensed as the guards approached, three of them carrying a bucket of slop and the last, a funnel, which was promptly shoved into his mouth. Once it was being held firmly in place, the first bucket was raised and tipped and then once again, Tyler had no choice but to start gulping like his life depended on it, which it did.

*****

His “new” tunic ended up not lasting very long but surprisingly, not because Tyler outgrew it… He most certainly would've had he been given the chance, and soon at that, but that wasn't to be… Just a few days after receiving it, Serse proceeded to rip it to shreds in his haste to get under it once again.

While he waited to be given another “new” garb, the very pregnant human had no choice but to resort back to wearing his Starforce top. By then, it'd been rendered nothing but a crop top, and even that skimpy designation had come to literally be a stretch as it now left the constantly bloated and ever bigger and rounder underside of his breasts exposed, the elastic hem having long since bit the dust.

This left Tyler's increasingly enormous belly completely out in the open, somehow making it look even bigger, which certainly wasn't to discount its mass. The globe now stuck out feet in front of him and had already grown to be wider than his shoulders… It was now so huge and heavy, he quickly became utterly exhausted simply standing, of which he was doing more and more of, as Serse had grown to be particularly fond of showing him off every chance he got.

After two days had passed and he'd yet to receive a replacement for the tunic, Tyler realized one wasn't coming, which made his now ridiculously ill-fitting Starforce top all the more important. Even though he knew it was a fool's errand, he still wanted to try to maintain his “modesty,” if not for his own sake, but Frisk and Sree's.

As such, Tyler made the difficult decision to fully disrobe before he was dragged off to see Serse next, and then every time after. Doing so was humiliating at the time, but at least less than having to always be naked, which would've been the case if his last vestiges of “clothing” also fell prey to the snake lord's greedy claws.

The first time Serse and his cohorts saw Tyler in all his enormous, fecund “glory,” they all absolutely loved it. Not even five minutes into his first nude “showing,” the pregnant human already found himself struggling to remain upright as he stood at the foot of the long table Serse and his crew sat at as they all dined and conversed, all while constantly surveying him.

As this was happening, Tyler desperately wanted to heave his belly up onto the table for support, but didn't dare… Regardless of what he was or wasn't doing, be it standing, laying down, or eating, his bloated midsection now almost constantly churned…

The majority of the time, the overburdened human wasn't sure if what he was feeling were the babies, his insides, or a combination of the two? What he did know was that none of the above had much room left despite how incredibly huge his belly had grown, along with the undeniable fact that his babies were now all very plump (to say the very least) from being so covered, so consistently.

Not that he had many (if any) options, but Tyler had no idea what he was going to do?! He didn't even know what he could do anymore?!

There'd been more talk of escape… Some, but not much. Just the continued mention of it, really, which was all it would probably ever amount to. Gods, he was so scared and worried…

“Didn't I tell you, the bitch would keep growing?” Serse asked his right hand man as he kept his eyes on Tyler as he spoke.

“Perhapss, I underesstimated humansss?” The snake shrugged. “Thiss one sseemss to have quite the capacity to sstretch!”

“Indeed, it does,” Serse agreed. “Usually, I don't find humans so… intriguing or interesting,” he admitted. “But this one…” he smugly smirked as he slowly shook his head. “An already undeniably delectable male, made even more so by his pregnancy… Shows up at our door on the Eve of our most sacred feast, carrying a veritable litter, while possessing a relentless hunger, allowing it to fatten itself up like a murspig?!” He laughed triumphantly. “You cannot tell me this is not a gift from the gods?!”

There were countless murmurs and hisses of agreement, none of which Tyler was able to focus on… He was too out of it, panting and sweating (also like a murspig) as the room began to slowly spin around him.

His back ached and his belly was tight and tense. Since his breasts were once again engorged, his nipples stung, begging for relief. On top of all that, much like the rest of him, Tyler's backside had also continued to swell to the point it was now easily over three times the size it had started at, which hadn't been exactly small… As a result, he'd even reached a point of agreement with the Zulians: He and his babies were all probably going to be delicious.

Though his eyes remained open, Tyler wasn't able to get them to focus on anything, too focused himself on simply remaining standing. As such, he didn't notice that one of his captors had approached till it was ripping him by the shoulders and shoving him down into the closest chair.

The one usually at the foot of the table had been swapped out for one without arms in order to accommodate him. Tyler released a pained as it was pathetic yelp as his belly crashed down against him, then gasped as nearly all the air inside them was forced from his lungs, his insides and babies all really ricocheting in response.

All the sudden movement and squirming left him groaning and wheezing as his legs fumbled somewhere unseen beneath his heavy burden, trying but failing to work him into a more upright position that wouldn't put so much pressure and his own weight back down against him. Tyler wanted, no, needed to shift his belly more towards and onto his lap, but couldn't get his footing, too disoriented, uncomfortable and exhausted.

Even if he'd managed, it would've been pointless anyway… When his eyes finally focused, they did so where else, but his pregnancy. Tyler watched bug-eyed as it warped and shifted, his babies clearly unhappy or perhaps, hungry again..?

Not that he ever could or would be, but before he was “ready,” that damn funnel was forced back into his mouth for yet another force feeding. But the truth was, despite his breathless discomfort and how already, absurdly huge he'd become in such a relatively short amount of time, the feedings he kept being subjected to could hardly be called “forced” anymore…

Further illustrating this point, Tyler took his hands from his belly, where they always were now if they weren't occupied trying to support his always arched and aching back, or stuffing food into his mouth, and moved them to the funnel to do yet more of the latter. He pushed it deeper into his mouth and immediately started taking long and strong sucks from it, taking in as much of whatever it was he was consuming as he could, since per usual now, he was starving.

With each feeding, “forced” or otherwise, he was able to take in more while remaining conscious… No longer did Tyler pass out after just one bucket of slop, which he considered both alarming and oddly, relieving. Whether out of want or necessity, he'd also gotten a lot better at swallowing, and could now get whatever was put in his mouth, be it a solid, liquid, or some nasty but necessary combination of both, all down fast and efficiently, rarely choking like he had not all that long ago.

As much as he could, Tyler had also gotten accustomed to being tight and full to a painful degree, and the feeling of his womb, stomach and dermis all stretching to their limits and then beyond. He'd also adjusted to the feeling of the babies growing and moving and he and them were pumped full of fattening food. It seemed as though much of what Tyler ate was going to the babies because as much as he'd grown, he himself hadn't gained much, the exceptions being his breasts and ass.

While those areas had undeniably fattened up, he'd also added some muscle to the latter thanks to hauling around his ever-increasing mass. Zero muscle had been added to Tyler's chest though, its dramatic growth a result of the profound amount of milk it continually produced, which the snake lord loved to consume.

Speaking of the pregnant human's chest, it was filling up again right before his very eyes. The sensation was intense and painful till his now Coke cap sized nipples both suddenly began to spurt. Tyler's unintentional release was met with appreciative and hungry grunts and hisses from his captors, most especially, their leader, who stood and rounded the table to get a better look and feel at the show being put on for him.

“What a good whore!” The snake lord mused as he reached out and patted Tyler's heaving midsection as he continued to desperately consume the slop.

Serse's tough caused him to groan and cough a few times but he quickly regained his composure and rhythm, getting back to the task at mouth with almost no interruption.

“I think the bitch has grown to like this sort of treatment!” Serse laughed as he reached up and played with Tyler's left nipple like it was a toy, which to him, it kind of was as it brought him so much pleasure.

*****

As he was being dragged back to his room, Tyler's vision went in and out of focus. In an equally unexpected and uncharacteristic show of “mercy,” the guards accompanying him moved slower than those who'd taken him to see the snake lord had. They also brought him all the way back to the bed.

Till then, guards had either tossed Tyler back into the room or simply released their grip on him and let him drop to the floor at the door. Presumably, new orders to be more careful had been given, possibly along with the promise of a prime piece of flesh from he or the babies come the feast all the Zulians fortunate enough to live or work at the palace were so looking forward to.

This time, not only was the fecund human brought to the bed, he was eased onto it. Additionally, the guards went so far as to help him spread his thickened thighs as wide as they went, but not to a painful degree. Tyler's belly still rested on them and the mattress between them as he patted and rubbed what he could reach of the throbbing orb.

The guards left and he whimpered when his fingers came in contact with a large bulge just below his navel. It was one of the babies’ heads, clearly pressing out as though already seeking exit. If only it knew how terrible the world it was going to enter was, and how awful said entrance was likely going to be… Actually, better it didn't.

“Oh, gods!” Tyler panted as he threw his head back, struggling to breathe. Struggling just to exist ij the moment…

He was so super tight and pressurized, which was nothing new but this time, he could feel himself steadily expanding and growing as he absorbed all the most recent calories. His body was flushed and sweaty, tense and heaving. Tyler could feel Frisk and Sree staring at him, but didn't have the strength to acknowledge them, too focused on bearing it all without passing out. His heart was pounding so hard and fast, he was dizzy.

More and more as of late, Tyler felt as if everything was riding on him, probably because it really was… He was “willingly” going along with what the Zulians were doing to him in order to keep himself, his countless babies and his friends all (relatively) safe till they possibly figured out how they were going to escape?

He tried his best to be obedient so as to stay in good favor with the aliens (or as good as could be.) That and deflect attention from his companions as he worried someone would finally realize they served no purpose. It was an admittedly terrible thought but sometimes, Tyler couldn't help but wonder why the Zuls seemed to be ignoring the fact Frisk was a human as well, and therefore could've been fattened up to eat as well, maybe consumed before Tyler as a preview of what was to come? But for whatever reason, the aliens expressed no interest in either.

That all being said, there was no doubt everyone was running on borrowed time… Time which seemingly only Tyler and his capacity to keep growing and stretching could earn them. Still there was a limit as to how much he and the babies would be able to take before his belly burst, the babies were ready to be born, or it was time for the feast…

What those thresholds were and which was reached first, remained to be determined.