Delicacy Pt. 12

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Delicacy Pt. 12

The sisters’ fervent finger crossing worked. The birthing gown Elika had taken it upon herself to have made for Tyler fit, but only just. Despite the fact it was composed of enough material to necessitate two sets of hands to bring it into the room, he ended up filling it to capacity and then some. 

Much like the ones Elika and her sisters all had on, Tyler's gown was also done in a Greco-Roman style. It was just as gauzy as theirs but thankfully, less sheer, affording the human male slightly more “decency.”

But to say he looked “decent” in the gown was a literal stretch… Tyler's belly strained it in the front, his ass and thighs at the back and sides, and his enormous breasts were really putting the dress’ cups to the test, but everything held. Once every part of his bloated body was “in place” in the gown, all the sisters stepped back to admire him and their handiwork. 

“You look absolutely glorious, Tyler!” Elika gushed, sisters all nodding in agreement. “Thank goodness today is the day!” She continued. “If you were any bigger, I don't think we would've been able to squeeze you into it!” She shook her head. 

As Tyler looked down at himself, he almost couldn't believe he'd recently been embarrassed by his nudity. Now, he was even more embarrassed to be wearing such a feminine dress! Three of Elika's sisters stepped forward and gently turned him so he could see himself in the nearby mirror. 

As soon as he did, Tyler blinked repeatedly at his reflection, in utter shock and disbelief. He hated what he saw and yet he couldn't look away… Aside from his now slightly chubbier but still masculine face, he looked like some Greek goddess of fertility and (over) abundance?! Some may've found the comparison a flattering one but Tyler did not. 

Even though he didn't say anything, Elika obviously didn't agree. She continued to go on and on about “how good” he looked as her sisters performed their final touches.

One moved to work on his hair while the others lotioned the exposed parts of his fecund form, making it glisten and shine, much like the Zulians had right before he and the babies were to have been feasted upon. Fortunately, whatever he was being lathered with now, allowed Tyler's skin to breathe better than he was able to as he was hit by his next contraction, his shifting belly causing the fabric of the gown to warp and ripple. 

“Will things be… getting underway… soon?” He haltingly asked Elika as he clutched at his heaving orb. 

She smiled and nodded. “As soon as we're done here, you will be brought to the birthing gallery.”

 Tyler immediately disliked her use of the word “gallery.” As a language specialist, he knew it was often interchanged with “theater” or “room” in regards to medical settings, but still… A gallery was where people came to look at and watch things. 

“How many people will be present during the births?” He asked. 

“Oh, I'm not sure,” Elika replied with a casual shrug and wave, seemingly totally carefree. 

“Most will be there to assist me, right?” Tyler asked next, still seeking some clarification. 

“Most of your assistance will come from Etro. That is the mate's duty.”

 “But what about the others?” He pressed, raising his brows again as he forced himself to smile at Elika. 

“Some will be there to help,” she nodded. “But most will be there to watch!” She nodded, her smile growing. “This is a big celebration!” 

“Yeah… You, your husband, and your brother-in-law all keep saying!” Tyler replied with a roll of his eyes he wasn't able to help. “But how many people are we talking?” He asked. “Surely, you must…”

“Oh, Tyler!” Elika scoffed. “Please, don't worry about such frivolous details… Right now, you need to focus yourself and prepare.”

The laboring lieutenant huffed. “That's easier said than done when you don't know what you're preparing for! That being said, I think I'm as ready as I'm going to be, so, if we could possibly get things…”

“And now, I would agree with you, isn't that right, sisters?” Elika asked them as she and they all stepped back to assess their work one last time. Once they had, they all nodded in agreement. “Wonderful!” She smiled and nodded before turning back to tyler and asking, “How do you feel? Hopefully as wonderful as you look?”

“Honestly?” He paused. “I feel anxious, scared, tired…” he began to list off. 

“But excited too, right?” Elika cut back in before he'd finished. 

“Yeah, that too, I guess?” Tyler replied with a slow nod. “I'd just really like it if I…”

Once again, he didn't get to finish what he was saying. All of a sudden, Elika clapped her hands, which not only silenced him, but instantly brought her sisters to military-like attention. 

“Sisters, please go inform the officers that Tyler is ready.”

Her five attentive sisters all nodded in unison, then turned and each offered Tyler a bow before they left the room in a single file line. 

“Officers?” Tyler repeated once he'd nodded back at them. The word had conjured up a scary, mental image of the scaly Zulian guards (and Zuls in general) he'd barely managed to escape. 

Elika guessed as much as she smiled and nodded at him. “Medical officers,” she claimed. “They will be responsible for your transport to the gallery,” she explained. “Now that they are on their way, my work here with you is almost done,” she said as she waltzed over to a nearby dresser. 

She opened the top drawer and pulled a small glass bottle from it. After closing the drawer and twisting off the bottle's cap, Elika poured out a small piece of a dried here into her other palm. 

As soon as he saw it, it looked vaguely familiar to tyler. “Is that…” he began to ask. 

“The herb that started this all?” Elika finished for him with a chuckle. 

He nodded.

“No, it is not, though its effects are similar.”

“And you're making me take it?” He asked. 

“I am not making you,” Elika shook her head. “I'm suggesting you do as it will help ease your mind as well as the pain of labor and delivery,” she said as she held out her hand.

Tyler slowly shook his head. “I'm not sure… The last time I consumed a Glorkian herb, I…”

“Yes…” Elika chuckled. “We all know now what that led to. Again, you don't have to take it,” she shook her head. “The choice remains yours, but I will tell you, I always take it before I give birth and I definitely would if my first litter was the size of yours!” She heavily emphasized the last word. 

Tyler thought about it some more… If the herb helped as much as Elika claimed it did, he should probably take it. Not only that, but it wasn't like it was possible for him to get pregnant again now, so..?

He removed his closest hand from his belly, held it out and let her deposit the herb into his upturned palm. Then, without further ado and before he could change his mind, Tyler popped the dried piece into his mouth and proceeded to chew and suck on it, just as Etro had instructed him to do with the other herb. The “troublesome original…”

This “new” herb had a similarly bitter and earthy taste, that also wasn't enjoyable, but also much like the other, its effects were… Even as he was still sucking and chewing on it, a strong sense of euphoria suddenly ran all throughout Tyler's body, instantly easing almost all of its aches and tension. As a result, he closed his eyes and moaned in relief. 

“Very nice, isn't it?” Elika asked with a knowing smile and nod. 

“Very,” he slowly nodded back, his movements and thoughts once again feeling lethargic like they had when he first came to back on Earth. 

A few moments (which suddenly felt a hell of a lot longer) later, four very handsome Glorkian men entered the room, pushing a very large bed. It was nowhere near as big or luxurious as the stationary bed Tyler had most recently been perched on, but it was adequately sized to temporarily house someone with his outlandish proportions. 

As he watched the officers complete their approach, Tyler felt another stirring at his loins but this time, it wasn't the result of another painful contraction… For the first time in a long time, he was glad to be standing and to have such a big belly as it blocked the view of his crotch as his dick rapidly engorged with blood. 

Hunky as they all were, not one of the four medical officers held a candle to Etro, but had he the opportunity, Tyler wouldn't have let that stop him. Fortunately (or maybe, unfortunately,) now wasn't the time though as the officers pushed the bed as close to him as they could, so he wouldn't have too far to move (or them to move him.)

“Well, Tyler,” Elika said once he'd been helped onto the bed and secured to it by various straps. “My time with you is done for now. Should you decide you want to be a part of your children's lives, then we will meet again, and I will help you learn the ins and outs of Glorkian parenthood. In the meantime, I wish you the best of luck,” she smiled and nodded. “I will be cheering you on as you make both Glork and Earth proud,” she promised with a bow before she turned and left. 

By then, the Glorkian herb Tyler had most recently consumed was in full effect. Now that he was laying down again, he suddenly felt very sleepy… He set his elbows down on the bed beside him, then placed his hands on the sides of his massive pregnancy. 

As the four hunky officers began pushing him out of the room, the laboring human closed his eyes. He didn't know how long his transport to the birthing gallery was going to take, but he hoped to be able to catch a quick nap during it, knowing he'd need all the strength and energy he could muster. Just before he dozed off, he smiled…

The next time he woke, it would finally be time to have the babies. The next time he woke, he'd be that much closer to completing this awful experience, and getting on with the rest of his life. 

Just how, remained to be determined…

*****

As Tyler slowly came to, he felt surprisingly well-rested and relaxed, like he'd slept for at least several hours. As a result, he was somewhat disoriented and yet still, he quickly realized something was different. Very different…

First and foremost, he realized he was no longer on the bed. He was no longer on any bed or laying down at all…

Now, for some unknown reason, Tyler found himself on the ground, with his enormous belly resting on grass… The half alien, half human-filled orb far out spanned his reach, forcing Tyler to kneel there with his legs spread very, very wide as he sat back on his heels and yet still slumped forward against his pregnancy, which in turn, squished back against him, forcing his huge breasts up and around his chin. 

When he saw the glow emitting from Glork's sun, he realized he was outside. Still, Tyler suddenly felt very claustrophobic. 

Even though something told him he wouldn't be able to, he tried to move… Somehow, he managed to get somewhat more onto his knees, but that still left the vast majority of the underside of his pregnancy resting on the ground. He started to panic. 

His eyes darted around. As they did and the sight of his surroundings belatedly began to register, full-blown panic quickly hit the laboring human, and hit hard. 

As his surroundings continued to slowly take shape, Tyler realized he was in the middle of a pitch, in what looked to be a stadium, and a large one at that. Every seat the structure offered, held an enthusiastically cheering Glorkian, many of whom were gleefully waving about the flag of their planet, if not one belonging to Tyler's, even though it had all but forsaken him. 

Oh gods… he said to himself as he slowly shook his head. This can't be the “birthing gallery?!” He (relatively) silently bemoaned as his prone, overly filled body promptly began to tremble and pour sweat, and his pulse started pounding away in his ears, making them ring. 

Though he wasn't restrained during this labor process, the only parts of his body Tyler was able to move were his arms, hands and head. As a result, he turned the latter, freeing his chin from his deep cleavage as he turned it to the left and saw a large… contraption sitting close to him on the field… It looked to be some sort of rack, made to hold something large and heavy, and had what appeared to be several harnesses of varying sizes, positioned at varying heights. 

What is all this? He wondered. Why am I out here all alone? Where is everyone?!

Everyone he knew, that is… Etro, Elika, her sisters… Even Anthro?! Where were any of them if not right there next to him?! Apparently, “assistance” fell to his “mate,” but Etro was nowhere to be found?!

Tyler shouldn't have even been here he was… He should've been in a medical facility, where Glorkian doctors and nurses should've been tending to him, not in the middle of some stadium, surrounded by countless cheering, not assisting aliens?!

At that moment (and more still to come,) Tyler wouldn't be almost preferred to be back on Earth, where he'd been subjected to hateful shouts and insults! This was not good! This was not what he wanted/needed?!

His belly suddenly painfully contracted again, continuing to force his countless occupants lower. Before he could stop himself, Tyler screamed, and his back arched even deeper as his midsection squeezed, feeling like it was (finally, actually) about to pop. 

Despite the herb, the pain and discomfort he was experiencing were both once again almost entirely unbearable. Tyler's hands fumbled, pressed desperately against his tight, birthing gown-covered middle. Fast and hard as his most recent contraction had hit, it also mitigated, but it still left Tyler sobbing, tears and sweat pouring down his cheeks. 

“Oh… Oh gods! Please!” He choked out. 

Suddenly, Tyler was acutely aware of how much more his body had recently changed… His hips felt tighter now and his ass even more swollen. The babies were finally on their way, now desperately trying to make their descent into and then through his birth canal, but there was no way they were going to be able to! They were too big! This was all too much!

Tyler needed surgery or at least some form of medical oversight but no, the supposedly kind Glorkians, who had far advanced technology and medical know-how compared to mere Earthlings, were cheering and seeming to enjoy his strain and pain. They were treating the end of his pregnancy like it was some spectators’ sport! 

Tyler's belly heaved and throbbed again. He started to hyperventilate in fear of his situation and dreaded anticipation of his next, seemingly fruitless contraction. 

This isn't real! He told himself. It can't be! It's a dream! An herb-induced dream! Damn it, I shouldn't have listened to Elika!

As hard as he tried to convince himself he was, Tyler knew he wasn't dreaming. This was needlessly confirmed when he turned his panicked gaze to the right and caught sight of himself in one of the stadium's giant viewing screens. 

“Oh my gods!” He groaned. 

As he did, he realized every word and/or sound that left his mouth was being broadcast throughout the stadium. Still looking at himself on the screen, perched in the middle of the field, mostly atop his belly, Tyler couldn't believe how ridiculously massive he was?!

“A Starforce lieutenant!” A voice suddenly boomed through the speakers overhead and all around, momentarily masking his moans and groans. “Look at how he breeds for us, body packed full of our young to the point he can hardly contain them!”

Another powerful contraction hit, causing Tyler to release an inhuman squeal as his face turned bright red, tears and spittle running down it as he cried out. His belly bulged in countless spots, hands, heads, feet and elbows, all shoving out against the surface as he arched his back painfully deep. 

Tyler wasn't the only thing under too much strain… As his pregnancy throbbed and pulsed, all the babies writhing, all of a sudden he heard a loud rip and the top of the birthing gown gave out, his huge tits popping free of it as they gushed milk, soaking the fabric below. 

The stadium went wild. The crowd absolutely loved the show the laboring lieutenant was putting on for them. The fact that Tyler was outrageously pregnant and had been rendered immobile by the size and heaviness of the litter had put in him and the Zuls had gone on to grow to such drastic proportions, was the best thing any of them had ever seen. Tyler moaned, feeling delirious from all the pain and strain. 

If he hurt this bad on the herb, he could only imagine how bad things would've been had he not taken it…

“Do you know how difficult it is for an alien to impregnate a human male?” The “announcer” asked the crowd. “Nearly impossible!” He answered for them. “But we Glorkians are superior!” 

Again, the entire stadium went wild. Tyler was certainly putting a show on for them. A show that felt like it was going to kill him, making him clutch at what he could of his pregnancy as he struggled to take in enough air. 

Tyler looked forward again, chin dropping back between his breasts. He saw movement at the far end of the field. A young girl stepped onto it and started to approach. She was wearing a gown similar to his own, but hers was much smaller and less matronly since she was probably only seven or eight years old. Everyone cheered as she skipped across the field towards Tyler, dragging along a long hose. 

The laboring human closed his eyes for a few seconds and focused on breathing. When he opened them again, the girl was standing to his right, very close to his heaving, perspiring body. She held up the end of the hose and grinned at him as she said a single Glorkian word. 

“Food.”

The moment she said it, Tyler felt ravenous. Again… Thanks to the shock of his situation and all the pain he was once again experiencing, he failed to realize how hungry he was yet again. As much as this didn’t surprise him, it also just didn’t make any sense, but by then, hardly anything did anymore.

Tyler was in active labor. His body was trying to give birth and now all he could think about again was eating and filling himself more! He released a pathetic whimper as his arms shot out and his hands grasped at the hose. He whimpered again, this time in despair, when he found himself unable to reach it. 

The little (especially when compared to him) girl stepped closer till she was gently pressed against the side of his belly and exposed right breast. She stood on her tiptoes, lifted the hose and then aimed the nozzle at Tyler’s already opened mouth. As soon as she got it in, he pursed his lips around it, closed his eyes and started to suck. 

As his throat was once again flooded by his own doing, Tyler truly felt like nothing more than an animal. The substance was thick, grainy and oily, with a strange aftertaste. The laboring lieutenant found it quite disgusting, but continued to rapidly suck it down, moaning and snorting as he took in as much of the stuff as he could before his next contraction hit. 

As he sucked and gulped, his belly puffed up like a blowfish, or the underside of a frog’s throat before sinking back in somewhat. It continued to visibly pulsate as the babies lurched restlessly within. As much as he wanted to because he simply didn’t need to, Tyler just couldn’t stop himself from consuming. 

Everyone in the stadium cheered him on. He might not’ve been the Glorkians’ “good little murspig,” but they were certainly pleased by his efforts. Shouts of, “More! More! More!” and several long and loud choruses of “Yes!” echoed throughout. The noise reached a fever pitch when Tyler’s next contraction hit and he choked, the hose falling from his mouth. As he screamed in pain, he instinctively reached for it, but his arms weren’t long or quick enough to catch it. 

Seeing as all he could reach were his breasts and some of his belly, Tyler clutched at the latter as he sobbed. His fingernails sunk into the taut gown, gripping at it as he was once again ravaged by pain. His back arched painfully deep as jets of milk shot from his nipples, soaking the grass far out in front of him. 

“Oh gods, they’re coming!!!” Tyler cried as his ass grew heavier, his hole starting to burn as something slowly started to move down inside him. 

Something far too large. As a result, Tyler’s next scream went an octave higher as his eyes shot open and his hands flew behind him to clutch at his now very much bulging ass. In doing so, he inadvertently pulled up the back of his gown, further exposing himself in the process.

“No, no, no!” He wheezed in protest. 

Tyler’s belly shuddered again as the babies continued to shift and descend. He felt like he needed to push. He felt like he was about to explode.

He almost wanted to. 

“Oooh, p-p-please!” He sobbed. “E-easy!” He begged the lowest baby, now trying to shove its way out of him. 

Tyler choked and gagged as his belly clenched and jerked. As much as he no longer wanted to be pregnant, he wasn’t ready for this, not mentally anyway. Physically was another story… Had his pregnancy not still been covered by the gown, he and everyone else gawking at and cheering him on would've seen that that red line had reappeared vertically along its taut, bulging face. 

“Just a little longer,” the girl said to him with an encouraging smile and nod. 

Tyler shook his head and sobbed, hardly able to breathe. He was pouring sweat and felt on the verge of passing out again but suddenly, through all his panic and pain, he realized he was hard. He wasn't just hard, he was painfully erect, all the pressure inside him, now especially against his prostate, almost too much to bear and now everyone could see “him” with his gown up in the back. 

“Just a little longer,” the girl said again. “You can do it!”

 Tyler disagreed. He didn't think he could hold out or on a moment longer, but he continued to try. He also continued to wail and sob. 

He wanted to disappear. He wanted to close his eyes and just somehow skip over this experience because he was all but certain he wasn't going to survive it. As another contraction started to develop, Tyler's vision blurred at the edges. 

As the contraction hit, the incredible pressure he was already under suddenly increased tenfold. At an alarming rate, it grew to be worse than it'd been back while he'd been laboring on the Zulian dining table. Tyler was about to explode, he just knew it… 

He'd tried so hard, for so long but for what?

He felt more movement from within but this time, it felt different… He felt something, not the first baby's head, moving within his birth canal. Something slick. 

Coupled with everything else, including all the sights, sounds and sensations, it finally became too much for Tyler to bear. Mercifully, his brain chose that moment to “reset” yet again, and he blacked out. 

*****

When he came back to his strained, overburdened senses, Tyler was surprised to find himself face-to-face with someone, or as close to being so as his giant belly allowed… Someone was standing, leaning forward in front of and against him, holding the sides of his flushed and sweaty face. 

It was Etro. 

As soon as Tyler recognized his “mate” and his gentle touch registered, he felt relief. Only some, but relief nonetheless. 

“Hello again, Tyler,” Etro quietly greeted him with a kind smile, like they were the only two in a small, intimate room, not out there in the middle of a stadium, filled to capacity. 

Tyler scrunched his cradled face in discomfort as he felt his next contraction forming. “Gods!” He moaned up at Etro. “why do they… have to be… so… damn big?!” He grunted out, clutching at his belly again as the contraction started barreling through it. 

Intense pressure returned to his lower half, making him wail and grip tightly onto Etro's thick forearms. Only when the contraction began to fade did Tyler take in his next choked gasp of air. 

“Please, Etro, make it stop!” He begged him through tears. 

The Glorkian opened his mouth to reply but before he got the chance, the girl reappeared next to him, pressed back up against Tyler's belly and proceeded to unceremoniously shove the hose back into his mouth. As Etro stepped back and released his head, Tyler immediately started chugging on the disgusting substance again, right back on autopilot to consume. 

As he chugged away, the girl and Etro conversed. Tyler was super focused on sucking down as much of the whatever as he could, but still registered them talking about how he needed “constant sustenance to sustain such a heavy litter,” even apparently right up to the point it was about to start making its entrance into the world. 

Tyler reached a new level of fullness. It felt to him now like he had a watermelon wedged between his hips which somehow, was supposed to leave him through his impossibly small asshole. As he continued to gulp, his belly continued to grow, making the prospect all the more daunting as his exposed, leaking breasts heaved as he struggled to take enough air in through his flared nostrils. 

He was utterly terrified. He wasn't ready for any of this!

Plain and simple: Tyler needed relief in some form or another. He also needed his belly to stop growing! Not that it hadn't for some time by then but now more than ever, it truly dwarfed him. Tyler himself was just secondary, simply attached to the mass of writhing babies as he kept helplessly sucking from the hose. 

Slowly and carefully, Etro leaned back over his belly and breasts and spoke softly into his left ear. “It is time to make the transition, Tyler,” he said as he reached out and started pulling the hose from his mouth. 

Once again, the laboring human whimpered in protest. He tried again to grab at the hose as it was removed, but wasn't able to get to it in time. The moment it popped from his mouth and the distraction of eating was gone, he was in incredible pain again as he felt his next contraction's rapid approach. 

“I, I can't do this!” He wailed hysterically. “They're going to tear me, Etro!”

His stoic “mate” calmly shook his head. “No, they won't. I promise.”

Tyler didn't believe him, not even a little. He didn't mean to, but he couldn't help but scream right in Etro's handsome face as the contraction hit and forced the first baby lower still, causing his ass to bulge more and his hole to start to open even though he'd yet to push. 

“You will not tear, Tyler, I promise,” Etro said calmly and evenly as he pushed a strand of sweaty hair off his forehead. “If you are unaware, your body has already made some genuinely incredible adoptions to aid you in the birthing process, and I…”

Tyler cut him off, huffing and nodding hysterically. “Yeah, I noticed! It and the babies got huge! Too huge!” He yelled, voice breaking from all the screaming he'd been doing. “I won't be able to… give birth to… all of them, I know it!” He switched to frantically shaking his head. 

“Yes, you will,” the handsome Glorkian countered as he gently took hold of Tyler's head and turned it back in the direction of the monitor. “Look at yourself,” he instructed. “You, my mate, will soon be the perfect breeder.”

Through his pain and tears, Tyler looked at the monitor and took in the sight of himself. As he did, he couldn't decide if what he saw worried or wondered him more?

The first thing he saw was of course, his massive middle. The second thing he noticed was how fat and bulging his ass now looked with his cheeks “naturally” spread, and how his hole was already starting to widen. Beneath his now so strained it was shiny taint, Tyler saw in the monitor his raging erection, kept pressed against the underside of his pregnancy by his full balls. 

Tyler couldn't believe he was what “the perfect breeder” looked like?! He thought he looked like a damn freak show! Now more than ever, he just wished death would come for him. 

“No, Etro, no!” He sobbed as he let his head drop. “I c-can't! I can't do this!” He shook it between his tits. 

“Yes, Tyler, you can,” the Glork calmly insisted. “It won't be as hard as you think if you let me complete your transition.”

“By breaking my water?” Tyler asked, managing to get the query out in one, very much beleaguered breath. 

Etro gave him a serious nod but kept smiling. 

“How?”

 “Glorkian custom dictates that I,” he paused for a moment. “That I, well… As I believe you humans say, ‘fuck you.’”

Tyler balked. Apparently, things could still get worse… “What?!”

“The same way the litter was produced is how its release is ultimately brought about,” Etro replied with another nod. 

The only human in the stadium frantically looked around it again, forgetting to lift his chin before he did, causing his breasts to thrash about and subsequently spurt. “Right here?! In front of everyone?!”

Etro chuckled, suddenly seeming more than a bit nervous himself. “Yes. Again my people's custom dictates that…”

Tyler's hands suddenly shot from his belly up to either wide of his head as he shrugged in defeat. “I swear, you and your babies are literally going to kill me, Etro!” He shouted at him. 

“You must forgive me, Tyler,” he requested. “That is not at all my intent,” he shook his head. “I am here to assist you,” he switched to nodding. “To…”

“Assist me by fucking me in front of THOUSANDS of people, some of whom you're related to?!”

 Etro hesitated again. 

“And then have me give birth in front of all them, just ‘cause Glorkian custom dictates that?!” The laboring lieutenant continued to shout. “What about me?! What about human custom?! We do things like this privately! We, we…” he trailed off in a frustrated groan as he shook his head in disbelief and dismay.

Just when he thought things finally couldn't get any worse or more humiliating?! But what other choice did he have? None. 

If there was any consolation for poor Tyler, it was that at least this wouldn't be the first time he got fucked in front of an alien… Just the first time he got fucked in front of thousands of them!

“Just do it!” He groaned. 

The crowd roared again. 

“It will help,” Etro insisted over them. 

“It better!” Tyler rolled his eyes. 

*****

A few moments later, a beautiful teenage girl ran onto the field to retrieve the younger. Apparently, the Glorkians did have some sense of decency after all. Some, not much. 

Before the girls left, the younger performed her assigned duty one last time. With a big, proud smile, she shoved the hose back into Tyler's mouth before turning and skipping off, hand in hand with the older. Immediately and automatically, Tyler started to suck again. 

Once the girls were out of sight, Etro set to stripping. As he did, everyone got to their feet and started cheering and clapping more enthusiastically than ever. 

In keeping with the Greco-Roman “theme” of this auspicious celebration, Etro was wearing a toga that was the same color as Tyler's gown, leaving him with little to shed. It wasn't long before he was standing in the middle of the field, naked aside from his sandals. 

As he sucked away on the hose like his life depended on it (because maybe it actually did?) once again, digesting as this type was, food was all Tyler could think about. But then Etro let his toga drop to the ground and his “mate” realized he was naked… For a brief moment, as he continued to suck and gulp, Tyler managed to forget about everything else and focus on the pleasing sight because what he could see of Etro's body beyond the bulk of his own, was truly something to behold. 

He was a fine and massive example of his race: very tall and muscular, almost to a bulky degree. Etro's well, almost overly developed form, had just the right amount of hair in just the right places, further adding to its already undeniable appeal. 

He looked like a Greek god: strong and virile. If ever there actually was one, Etro looked like the perfect breeder. It was no wonder the litter he put in Tyler had ended up being so bountiful. 

Maybe all the food the pregnant human had been “forced” to consume, hadn't played such a big role after all? Yeah, right… Of course, it had, but undoubtedly, Etro's genetics definitely played a big part in why Tyler (and their babies) were now so big! 

It went without saying that the handsome Glorkian's incredible physique was the polar opposite of Tyler's bloated, baby-bound, overly fattened and fecund form. Etro was an enormous, powerful bull while his “mate” was now his even more enormous, presently prone and powerless, obviously bred heifer. 

Smiling down at him, Etro stepped forward, thighs gently pressing against the front of Tyler's belly again as he leaned in and kissed the laboring man's sweaty forehead. After, he straightened back up and gave Tyler's hollowed left cheek a reassuring pat before slowly walking around him, around now really being the key word. 

As he made his way, the human followed him mostly with his eyes. As he did, he caught sight of Etro's cock and his eyes bulged in their sockets. Etro's member wasn't fully erect yet but already, it was impressive to say the least, as it languidly flopped atop his equally impressive set of balls, which in turn bounced against his massively muscular thighs, somewhere halfway to the Glork's knees. 

Good gods! Did I really take that thing?! Tyler asked himself. Obviously I did, but shit! He grunted as he slowly turned his head, hoping he wouldn't lose his lips hold on the hose. 

The only reason Tyler dared to was because if he had to guess, the only thing that had a chance of making him feel a little better would be if he got to see Etro's bare ass. As predicted, it didn't disappoint, nor thankfully did the laboring lieutenant's vacuum-like suction on the hose, but back to Etro's butt… 

It was nowhere near as big as Tyler's or anywhere close to as fat, but it was still large in its own regard. From what he briefly glimpsed of it, it was just the kind of ass Tyler very much wouldn't mind grabbing hold of had he been able to reach anything beyond his belly, speaking of which, continued to grow and expand as he continued to suck relentlessly from the hose. 

Fortunately, as his next contraction hit, Tyler found himself with another distracting sight… He'd just turned his gaze back to the monitor, in which he watched Etro take his place behind him. The crowd roared in evident delight as their hulking counterpart took himself in his large right hand and tugged a few times, quickly bringing his massive member to full attention. 

Despite how massive he'd grown, specifically his belly, breasts and butt, right behind the latter, now that it was fully erect, Etro's cock looked to be more of a formidable contender than ever! So much so that the laboring lieutenant worried if he'd be able to take it again, especially now, when he was so full?

Again, apparently, he had no choice seeing as Glorkian custom seemed to supersede every and anything else, though it was (slightly) worth noting that Etro had repeatedly assured Tyler “this” was going to help. All Tyler could do was hope the purple alien was telling the truth, because if it was as much of a struggle as he now feared it was going to be, then it was really going to be a struggle to get said massive cock's owner's still countless babies out of him through the same, surely too small hole! 

Tyler would find out just how much of a struggle it would end up being, if Etro had been telling the truth, and if he (and the babies) would all survive the seemingly impossible feat that still lay ahead of him soon enough.