Delicacy Pt. 13

Yes, this is a bit of a repost, but I did some heavy edits to make it work better with Pt. 14, which fingers crossed, I will be posting later today or tomorrow.

Delicacy

Part Thirteen

“Etro, proud son of Anthaus and Ella, brother of Anthro, and countless other glorious and renowned Glorkians!” The announcer listed off before pausing for breath and effect. “Let this momentous transition commence!” He shouted over the roaring occupants of the stadium. 

Tyler moaned around the hose as his occupants wriggled and squirmed within. As much as he wanted to, he just couldn't stop eating, his absurdly incessant need disturbingly unflappable. 

While Anthro had told him that not only was he considered “famous,” but that he and the babies’ return to Glork was a “celebration,” this overly theatrical, intricate, and custom-oriented event, wasn't at all what he'd been expecting! With very little to go on, what Tyler had been expecting wasn't remotely close! This was all some freaky Glorkian fever dream/nightmare!

As he continued to suck and gulp, he watched up on the screen as his naked “mate” slowly turned and looked around the stadium, offering his “adoring fans” a gorgeous and obviously proud smile which he accompanied with a series of appreciative nods and waves. Etro was actual royalty on his home planet… The time had almost come for Tyler to truly do his part in making Glork (and Earth, to an extent) proud, but for the moment, that honor remained unquestionably held by Etro. 

After appeasing his people, Etro stepped right behind Tyler and then squatted down several inches to make up for the difference in height. The bulbous tip of his cock poked between the laboring human's enormously fattened ass cheeks as ever so gently, he leaned his muscular, bulky body forward, mindful as to how much weight and pressure he allowed it to apply. Etro came to a stop when his mouth was pressed lightly against Tyler's right ear. 

“Do not worry, I will be gentle,” he quietly promised before moving his mouth lower and planting a chaste kiss on the human's sweaty neck. 

And with that kind and concise assurance, after righting himself and briefly taking his right hand from Tyler's cheek to aim his cock between it and the other, the Glork entered the human again in one slow and gentle, yet powerfully fluid movement. He entered the laboring man all the way, till his enormous bull balls were pressed up against the bottom of the wide valley now dividing his bountiful ass cheeks. 

Once he’d bottomed out, Etro stilled himself. As he did, he and Tyler both released guttural, surprisingly content and pleasured moans. In his doing so, unfortunately, the hose slipped from between Tyler's lips and proceeded to land on the field, somewhere unseen and inaccessible to him. 

But in the moment, he didn't care. He probably would soon, but he focused on the unexpected good news: taking Etro again had been no struggle whatsoever. Perhaps his body had undergone some “incredible alterations” after all?

“Oh gods!” He cried out loudly, this time, mercifully in pleasure, though apparently, it didn't sound like it. 

Etro tensed behind him. “Are you alright, Tyler?” He asked over the crowd as he gently stroked his huge ass. “Am I hurting you?”

 Tyler shook his head. “You feel… Incredible!” He moaned. 

“Yes?” Etro asked as he remained still aside from slowly and gently kneading his fingers as his cock twitched a few times within the looser yet still tight confines of his human “mate's” soon-to-be birth canal.

Tyler moaned again as he logically nodded. He wanted to say more, to say something, anything in order to express to the Glorkian how good he felt despite being fuller than ever before, but words, even a simple “yes,” failed him. 

Fortunately, Etro didn't need to hear any words of confirmation. He knew the time had come for Tyler to finally, really start having their babies…

He pressed a little harder against the human's lower cheeks for leverage as he slowly pulled back till only half his cock remained in him. At that point, Etro stilled himself again for a few seconds, then ever more slowly, he pushed all the way back in. He repeated this process several times, pausing between each languid thrust to allow Tyler to further adjust and accommodate his large intrusion. 

Still unable to speak  as he felt his next contraction beginning to build, the laboring lieutenant nodded again. He was ready. Ready as he was ever going to be, anyway.

Etro properly took that as his cue to get the supposedly “helpful” transition underway. After taking a firmer hold on Tyler's ass, he started pistoning his long and thick member in and out of him, harder and faster. Etro further tightened his grip as Tyler started to rock back and forth atop his belly, his feet and knees unable to keep him steady. Even though thanks to Etro, he quickly stopped rocking so much, Tyler was now being thrust into with such force that his breasts shook and spurted powerfully as he looked around the packed stadium in continued disbelief. 

He was still having a difficult time processing this latest turn of events… He couldn't believe all these Glorks were present not only to watch his “transition,” but to watch him (try to) birth Etro's bountiful litter.

What Tyler found most unbelievable was the fact he still had to do that. He continued to worry whether he'd be able to because so far, even though this unexpected second sexual pairing was more enjoyable than anticipated, he felt so incredibly full, heavy, pressurized and scared. 

Something had to give, and soon…

*****

Etro had been fucking him with gradually increasing vigor for some five minutes when he felt something shift inside him and this time, it wasn't a baby… As his belly continued to contract with increasing frequency, but still at irregular intervals, Tyler felt the first baby continue to drop, but what he felt moving now wasn't its head…

What he felt now, as Etro continued thrusting in and out, felt much more pliable. It felt almost elastic-like and was quick to descend into and fill the portion of Tyler's birth canal his “mate” wasn't already, causing him to groan again in (additional) discomfort. 

“Do not… worry,” Etro huffed behind him. “I am already getting… close.”

“Good!” Tyler immediately huffed back. “‘Cause s-something's happening?!” He half asked, half stated. 

“As I… expected. Are you getting close?”

“Me?!” He huffed again. “I'm in… labor!” He shouted. “How could I… be?!”

“Can you get close?” Etro asked. “I've been told… things tend to… work better if we… finish at the same… time,” he informed between thrusts.

“I'm in labor!” Tyler shouted again. “Surrounded by your people, all… staring at me, cheering me… on! Gods!” He grunted. “I feel like, nnnnnnngh! I'm about to explode, Etro! Fuuuck!!!”

“Explode from… where?” The Glork asked.

Big mistake. Seriously big!

“FROM MY ASS, YOU IDIOT!!!” Tyler screamed.

Did this count as their first fight? Possibly, but now wasn't the time to get into it.

“Remember, Tyler, I am just… trying to… help,” Etro replied, having the audacity to sound slightly annoyed, though to be fair, he too was under a great deal of pressure to “perform.”

Also to be fair, Tyler wasn't in the most understanding or compassionate of moods. 

“Etro…” he said through his tightly clenched teeth as the tops of his tits smacked against the bottom of his chin, sending more milk shooting from them, out onto the grass and down the front and sides of his gown-covered belly. 

“One moment, Tyler,” the Glork replied as he suddenly replied as he released the tight hold he had on his right ass cheek. 

The moment he did, Tyler started rolling forward on his pregnancy. Instinctively, his hands flew from up and up and into the air, where they failed around in an effort to balance himself. 

“WHAT ARE YOU… NNNNNGGGGH!!! DOING?!” He roared then grunted as he rolled further forward when his “mate” pistoned all the way back into him. 

“One moment, Tyler,” Etro said again as he tightened his grip on the human's left ass cheek to try and counter his forward momentum. 

Simultaneously, he pulled back, almost all the way out this time, leaving just the fat tip of his cock inside Tyler. Barely able to hold the position, Etro worked his right hand between the two of them, his crotch and Tyler's ass to be precise. As he thrust forward again, slower this time, Etro worked his large hand lower and proceeded to grope around. 

Fortunately, even after pinning his arm between their sweaty bodies, he quickly found what he was looking for: Tyler's still raging erection. 

“You are… engorged,” he noted as he gripped the member by its base and then resumed his forceful thrusts. 

Tyler moaned. In all the commotion and so-called “excitement,” he didn't realize he was still erect, but of course he was, given all the pressure on his prostate, especially now that a giant, incredibly thick cock kept pressing and rubbing against it as it went in and out, again and again and again!

“I'm… e-erect!” He breathlessly corrected, unable to stop himself. 

He was quite the wordsmith, after all. That, and Etro was rightly fisting his dick, right above his full balls, forcing them even more tightly together. 

“We need to… release together.”

“You, yes!” Tyler agreed. “But me?!” He huffed. “I…”

“But you are… erect, and your testicles…”

He huffed again. “What about them?”

“They are full,” Etro noted as he moved his fingers to graze Tyler's indeed, taut, full, and bulging scrotum. “It feels as though they have… much to offer?”

“I'm sure they do!” Tyler nodded as the pressure within him continued to increase. “Nnngggh… But…”

“Just one more moment, please,” the studly Glork requested as he not only stopped thrusting, but suddenly released the grip he had on Tyler's dick. 

“What the hell, Etro?!” The laboring lieutenant cried out. “What're you doing… now?!” He groaned as he turned and looked back up at the monitor. 

Tyler tried to only look at Etro and not at himself. As he did, he saw the Glorkian raise his right hand to his mouth and spit into his palm. Still clueless as to why, Tyler kept watching as Etro worked his hand between them again. He grunted and then groaned again as he was thrust back into, then moaned as his package was grabbed again, this time in a more wet, warm and otherwise pleasurable manner. 

It was a good thing Etro was so tall and his arms were so long… He started stroking Tyler as he leaned back over him till his mouth was back against his right ear. 

“Finish with me,” he encouraged as he gently nibbled on his lobe. 

“OoooOooh…” Tyler shakily exhaled. His ears were one of his spots… “Oh gods, yes!” He moaned. 

“We are… close. We can… do this, together!”

“Oooh, I…” he moaned again as he felt pressure also starting to build in his dick and brimming balls. 

“Focus on me…” Etro said quietly but huskily as he continued thrusting and nibbling, adding a few tantalizing licks in as well. “Focus on how… good I am making you feel. How good I will… ALWAYS make you feel, no matter what.”

Tyler groaned in annoyance as he felt his next contraction beginning to form, but also, an orgasm. His orgasm… 

How the hell was he going to cum with all these distractions?!

“I'm… trying!” He wailed. “Oh, gods, I'm trying!” He cried as he threw his head back, nearly knocking Etro in his forehead. 

“Yes, that's right!” The Glorkian encouraged after he'd adjusted to avoid any detrimental contact. “We're close!” He emphasized as he kept thrusting, stroking and nibbling. “Be sure to tell me when you actually are, so we can…”

“OoooOooh!!!” Tyler blubbered then suddenly shouted, “I'M THERE!!! GODS, ETRO!!! I'M ABOUT TO…”

The “mates” both positively roared as despite the circumstances, they amazingly started to release in union. Once again, Etro spilled his obviously potent seed far up inside of Tyler as the human released his load all over the rosy, sweaty and gleaming underside of his overtaxed pregnancy. 

It'd taken somewhat longer than expected, but they'd done it… They'd released together, which according to Etro, was supposed to somehow help Tyler in the long run. How, remained to be determined…

“Mmmmmm…” Tyler moaned. 

“You took the words right out of my mouth!” Etro chuckled as he stopped thrusting but kept himself almost fully inside his laboring mate for the time being. 

Tyler moaned again as he began to come down from his euphoric, orgasm-induced high. “Now… what?” He exhaled. 

When the handsome Glorkian still inside him chuckled again, this time it sounded somewhat tired and almost lazy. Apparently, Etro had enjoyed himself as well…

“Now, we wait.”

 That wasn't the response Tyler had been expecting, let alone hoping for!

“We wait?!” He repeated in the form of an equally loud, annoyed and pained groan as his internal pressure reached a new and extra painful peak as whatever was filling his birth canal in addition to Etro's still hard cock and their first baby's head, seemed to move into it deeper as it not only grew in size but became more taut. 

“How…” he started to ask, then “Nnngggh'd!” again. “How long?” He finished through once again tightly clenched teeth. 

“From what I was told, not much longer,” Etro replied in his classic, nonplussed manner, which unsurprisingly, didn't sit all too well with Tyler for a few reasons, one of them being painful… 

All of a sudden, the human let out a loud grunt as he struggled to “straighten” himself as much as he could. Ever so slowly, Tyler's spine started to curve back, right below his pumpkin-sized breasts. 

“Get, oooooh!” He groaned. “Get out, Etro…”

This time, it was the Glorkian who huffed in frustration. “But I am still enjoy…”

“NOW!!!” Tyler bellowed. 

“OK, OK!” Etro relented as he started to slowly extract himself. 

“DAMN IT, ETRO! FASTER!!!”

 “OK!!!”

 Once Tyler had been “emptied,” he sighed in some relief as some of his internal pressure abated. Some, but once again, still not enough… He still contained far too much to be able to experience true relief again anytime soon. Even with the cock responsible for his predicament no longer inside him, Tyler still felt like he was about to burst! 

“Gods…” he exhaled. “Fuuuuuuuuck me!” 

Etro, who was in the process of stepping back, came to a sudden stop, his still erect cock wagging about in front of him. “Are you asking me to fuck you a…”

“NO!!!” Tyler shouted. “I just…” he trailed off. 

“Are you alright?” Etro asked, the worry and concern in his tone notable. 

“I don't…” Tyler started to say, but before he could finish, he felt and heard something snap and instantly, swore it was his asshole. 

He thought for sure, he'd finally burst. No… He thought he'd ruptured, and now, he was going to die! At least now, maybe, the babies he'd worked so damn hard to keep safe, would be able to survive?

Even in his crazed, now almost delusional state, Tyler couldn't help but feel sorry for himself yet again… After everything he'd been through, after reaching this “momentous occasion,” why couldn't HE survive too?! It wasn't fucking fair… 

While he might not've thought so, it seemed the crowd didn't share his sentiment. A moment after also hearing the snap, it went insane… Any Glork who'd sat back down, suddenly sprang back to their feet and leaned over the seat in front of them. Just as quickly, the entire stadium suddenly fell eerily silent as everyone in it, Tyler included, waited to see what happened next?

When the only human present let out another mournful cry, all the Glorkians burst into cheers and applause. Despite his (apparently still) dismal odds, Tyler still wasn't dead yet and maybe, hopefully, wouldn't end up as such?!

Tyler's asshole hadn't snapped. It hadn't even torn, nor had any other part of him, miraculously… What had happened was that the “transition” had occurred. Finally, finally, finally, the first of his “water” had broken, but where was it..? 

He and everyone else watching would soon find out…

All of a sudden, Tyler howled again as a warm, sticky, and somewhat viscous fluid started shooting out of his now further loosened hole, soaking the grass behind his behind, but not Etro, who'd smartly gotten himself out of the “blast range,” just in the nick of time. 

On the blasting, as fluid continued to do just that from him, the enormous amount of pressure Tyler had most recently been under, quickly dissipated, leaving him moaning and groaning as he allowed his head to drop down between his sweaty, heaving and now once again spurting, tits. He felt like he was sinking slightly as his belly continued to lose some of its incredible volume. 

The relief he felt was nothing short of incredible. Unfortunately, it was also short-lived…

When Tyler's next contraction hit, he realized right away that it was stronger than his last. A lot stronger… Instead of a scream, his throat only produced a vile squeaking sound, stuck somewhere between a shout and an agonized cry. As the contraction did its best to compress his still massive middle, Tyler worried if he didn't somehow get the first baby out soon, then another one or two might end up tearing right out of him through his belly button, which was now bulging obscenely, pressing against the stupid gown he still had on from the inside, threatening to tear it as his whole pregnancy violently shuddered. 

“NoooOoooo!!!” Tyler wailed, somewhat finding his voice. “Ahhh!!!!”

 Even though he had no “experience,” somehow, his body knew what to do and took over. Though he'd yet to give even half of a single, conscious push, the first baby's huge head suddenly popped right out of his hole. He squealed in pain as the rest of the body quickly left him, mostly shoved out by pressure, but also the fact he just obviously couldn't keep it in him a moment longer. 

Etro hurried back behind him and caught the large baby before it fell the short distance to the ground. The crowd roared, everyone craning to see as Tyler struggled to breathe and his hole to close, more amniotic fluid leaking from it as it lazily “winked” at the stadium. His eyes remained open, but they weren't really taking anything in, too exhausted and pained. 

That had been quick. One down, but how many more still to go? Tyler couldn't help but wonder as both nipples spurted again. 

Even though it was almost all he could, he really didn't want to think about it. The good news was that now that things were underway, they were moving fast, so he hardly had the time. 

“Oh gods…” he groaned as already, he felt the second baby being shoved down into place. As he did,his heart hammered even harder and faster in his heaving chest, fighting to keep up with all the strain and demand. 

“You have given me my first child, Tyler, a son, and he is beautiful,” Etro said as he came around to show off their extremely plump, presently slimy, lavender skinned newborn. 

Tyler looked at the baby. Obviously, he knew what it was, but he struggled to process what he meant to him? He'd known for some time by then that he contained more babies than could even be counted, but given the “gravity” of his condition, and everything he and they had all been through back on Zul, as much as he'd tried (and now, thankfully, almost safe to say, succeeded) in keeping them safe, he'd never bonded with them. 

Technically, if he decided he actually wanted to be, Tyler was a father now. Or was he a mother seeing as he was/would be the one to bear all of he and Etro's children? He didn't want to think about that either, not now, anyway… 

Fortunately, he didn't have to. 

The four medical officers who'd transported him to the “birthing gallery” all suddenly rushed out onto the field. Two were pushing very large bassinets, each sized to hold several large babies, while the other two carried out various bags of equipment.

As he watched their hasty approach, Tyler could hardly register anything. Anything other than his rapidly approaching next contraction and the once again growing pressure building just behind his hole. 

As such, he barely reached when one of the officers with the equipment crouched down in front of him and proceeded to attach a pump to each of his breasts. Tyler did react (if only by impulse,) when the other officer picked up the hose, wiped it off with a sterile wipe, and then shoved it back into his mouth. 

The moment it was far enough in, Tyler started to suck from it again. His eyes were all the way open, but still didn't see much of anything. 

“Yes, eat, Tyler,” Etro encouraged. “It is important for you to keep your strength up,” he nodded as he carefully handed their very chubby firstborn to one of the previously bassinet-pushing officers, so he could be cleaned off and otherwise tended to. 

Tyler didn't want to eat and hated that he was being encouraged to (again,) but Etro was right… Unexpectedly, he moaned helplessly around the hose, not because he wasn't taking enough in, but because he was suddenly able to focus and see again and saw the baby he'd just birthed being taken away. 

Away from him, if only just a little, but he still didn't like it. 

Needless to say, this surprised him… He still didn't feel any attachment to his first child, what he felt at the moment was strange because he was no longer inside of him. Relieved too, but still strange nonetheless.

Fortunately/unfortunately, the laboring lieutenant still had many, many babies to think about in that regard. Hopefully, not too many more, but probably still more than he otherwise would've preferred given how big and tight his belly remained…

*****

Tyler gave a quiet grunt as the breast pumps suddenly came to life and got to work. He was so accustomed to his tits being sucked from in one form or another by then though, that he didn't miss a single suck from the hose. 

As he continued to feed, he felt his belly expanding yet again as he once more “willingly” filled himself, his stomach quickly assuming what room his water breaking and the first baby being born had left. Not long after he started “refilling” himself, Tyler felt his next contraction start to build…

Without even thinking about it, he automatically started pushing along with it. It wasn't pleasant, but now that Tyler had taken at least some control over things, he was grateful to realize that it didn't hurt as bad as when the first baby had practically shot right out of him! He still groaned around the hose as he bore down, all while continuing to suck, of course. 

Etro got back behind him and crouched again. “You are doing an excellent job, Tyler,” he commended as he reached out and gave his fat right cheek a gentle pat. 

Once again, the handsome, fertile Glork's “mate” felt like little more than an animal. One that not only produced (in more ways than one,) but put on a show while doing so. Go him!

“It is not as bad this time, is it?” Etro asked. 

Because he was still sucking and gulping, all Tyler could do was grunt in response. No, it wasn't as bad, but it wasn't great either. Far, far from it!

“After you have had a few more, we will have you switch positions,” Etro said as he continued to watch their second born emerge from Tyler, notably slower than their first now that there wasn't quite so much pressure behind it.

That comment, tha laboring lieutenant wanted to question. Between sucking and gulping, trying to breathe and pushing though, all he could do was grunt again, this time in frustration. 

Sensing his dilemma, the studly officer who'd placed it removed the hose from Tyler's mouth just as he stopped pushing. 

“Thank… uuuuuurp!” He half thanked, half burped. 

He didn't bother finishing as he took his right hand from his still almost impossibly tight and huge belly and brought it to his mouth to wipe it. Once he had, Tyler turned and looked back over his shoulder. He still couldn't see Etro, but at least now he was talking in his direction. 

“Switch positions?” He finally asked. 

“It will be good for you to do so when the time comes,” the unseen Glorkian replied. 

“I'm not sure you've noticed, but I'm not exactly mobile at the moment,” Tyler said, even though he really could've saved his breath. 

“Do not worry. The officers and I will help move you to the birthing rack. There, you will be secured and be able to stand, with its support, of course,” Etro said.

Tyler looked to the left. “I assume that's the birthing rack?” He said as he eyed the large contraption that looked like it was something decided for torture, rather than aid. 

“It is.”

 He huffed. It looks… so barbaric! And the name certainly doesn't help!”

“Glorkian women have been using it for centuries,” Etro informed. “I suppose it is rather crude and simplistic,” he relented. “But from what I have been told, it truly does help the birther, who is usually quite tired by the time they transition over to using it.”

 “Great… Another transition!” Tyler grumbled before asking, “But how does it help the… the birther?” 

Also great… As if he hadn't already done enough inadvertently, he'd gone and earned himself yet another nickname!

“Quite simply,” Etro replied in his annoyingly matter-of-fact way. “It allows you, the birther, to experience the benefits of gravity.” 

While he could've been more concise now that his mouth was free, initially, Tyler only grunted again. Birther… Birthing rack… And really, in all their supposedly advanced (compared to Earthlings, anyway,) the Glorkians’ answer to aiding in their prolific birth process was gravity?! They had that back on Earth too! Ugh…

“How many more do I have to have before I make my next transition?” Tyler tiredly asked with a roll of his eyes. 

“Well…” Etro hesitated. “If the babies are all similarly sized, three or four more should do the trick. The officers and I will decide when the time is right,” he said just as calmly and evenly as ever, because what did he have to worry about?

Not as much as Tyler, that's for damn sure! Yes, he was truly becoming a father during this auspicious “celebration,” because without question, he would willingly be taking on the role, but for now, all the work still fell to Tyler. The human shuddered at the thought of having to give birth “three or four more” times laying there in the middle of the pitch, perched atop his still almost as enormous as ever, pregnancy. 

He shuddered again as he couldn't help but wonder, how many times in total he was going to have to give birth? Tyler didn't want to ask, but didn't let that stop him…

“How many more do you think there are?” He questioned as he looked up at the Etro on the screen. 

“Unfortunately, it is still too soon to say,” his “mate” replied as he looked from Tyler's ass, over to the left and then right sides of his pregnancy. “You are still quite…” he began to say as he came back to the literal, somewhat baby head-filled hole at the center. 

“Quite massive?” Tyler helpfully finished for him. 

Etro chuckled. “I was going to say, full.”

“I guess that's a slightly nicer way of saying what I just did,” Tyler replied before releasing another grunt as he felt his next contraction forming. “Ugh…” he groaned. “Here we go again!” He sighed as he tucked his chin back between his breasts and started to push along with it again. 

Two pushes later, the second baby started to fully crown. As he finished pushing along with the clenching of his belly, a brightly red in the face and sweaty Tyler, took in several gasps of much needed air. 

He'd no sooner somewhat replenished his lungs when the medical officer charged with his continued feeding, decided it was time for his next “snack.” He “offered” the laboring human the hose by suddenly shoving it back into his mouth without warning. Of course, Tyler immediately started to suck and gulp again. 

Gods, this is insane! He silently lamented as he did. 

The very second he took his first swallow, he felt his belly reinflate some more. Even though he still felt so incredibly tight, now not just a internally, but externally as well, like something was constricting him, against what remained of his “better judgment,” Tyler continued to suck and gulp on repeat. 

Because he was solely responsible (for the most part, anyway) for his most recent “topping off” of his evidently bottomless tank, and he was doing so slowly, Tyler knew he shouldn't have been feeling so tight again, so soon… He couldn't figure out why he felt that way for a few more seconds, but then he did…

Something was in fact contracting him from the outside… His stupid birthing gown!

Massive as it was, he'd put it under too much stress, and it couldn't “keep up” with him anymore. 

Sometime just prior to that point, Tyler had managed to pretty much entirely tune out the crowd… Most of the noise they continued to make only existed in the background for him now… The noises he continued to make, well those? Not so much… 

Over the more immediate sounds of his gulps and labored breaths, the laboring lieutenant heard something start to tear. At the same time, the birthing gown got tighter still, unsurprisingly, most especially at his belly. 

The tearing grew louder and more intense as the gown gave up its valiant fight and split right up the middle. The second it was no longer being constricted (from the outside,) Tyler's belly rapidly bloated even more. Evidently, the birthing gown had been compressing it, but now that it'd bitten the dust, his pregnancy was allowed to take on the shape it wanted, which while still round, was now less perfectly so. 

Its underside had been flattened by all the weight the rest of it put against the ground. Without the confines of the gown, which had blown off to either side of Tyler's most enormous mound, it now also bulged outward. He ended up losing a few inches of height as he wobbled about atop it while it settled. 

It barely had before he grunted and started pushing again. Tyler groaned as the second baby's head exited him, stretching his hole again but thankfully, to a less painful degree than when the first baby had crowned. As the second baby's head fully emerged and his strained hole was able to relax a bit, Tyler momentarily forgot about the hose and gasped in relief. 

This unfortunately caused him to choke, both on the hose and the disgusting substance still filling his mouth. The officer promptly removed the hose then reached out and patted Tyler between the shoulders as he coughed and fought to swallow what remained in his mouth and throat. 

“No need to be greedy, Tyler,” Etro chided from behind him. “There is plenty of food,” he assured as he gave his bulging ass another soothing pat. 

Tyler was too busy coughing and gasping to respond. He may've been very heavily with child, to the point he was vastly outnumbered in his own body, but that didn't mean he appreciated being treated like one. 

When things had settled enough he was able to inform Etro of that, Tyler made the mistake of looking at the monitor again. As he caught sight of himself, he froze with his mouth hanging open in shocked and horrified disbelief. 

He looked ridiculous up there on the screen, literally larger than life. Tyler might as well have been totally naked now because as massive as it was, the ruined gown only covered his back, which he could care less if people saw. As all the noise from the crowd registered with him again, he cared much more about the fact everyone could see the giant (relatively speaking and feeling) head of him and Etro's second baby hanging out from his “closed” yet still gaping asshole! 

All of a sudden, but certainly not without reason, people came to mind. Humans, to be specific, and to be even more so, his mother, father and Chance. Admittedly, Tyler's present circumstances were extenuating to say the least, but in a way, they were the perfect example of why some humans could still be so scared, hateful and worried about “otherworldly experiences.”

Now, Tyler finally got it. Now, he couldn't help but agree with them. He finally understood why some people pined for “simpler times,” or why they preferred to keep their feet firmly planted on the ground of their home planet. 

The only full (in more ways than one) human on Glork and once again felt pressure building up within. Another uncomfortable contraction but at least now, they were productive. With a weary groan, Tyler took his gaze from the screen and faced forward, letting his chin drop back between his tits, which had separated some now that the gown wasn't holding them so tightly together. 

After taking in as deep a breath as he could, Tyler bore down hard. He'd already far surpassed how long it's taken to birth the first baby, but so long as he had the strength and desire, he still wanted to at least try to get the rest of them out of him as soon as possible. 

He wanted to do this for several different reasons, most of which were fairly obvious, though there was one that wasn't: Serse. 

Thankfully, Tyler didn't imagine himself ever seeing or hearing from the snake lord again, but now that he was all too aware of what a true spectacle his labor and delivery had turned out to be, he assumed news of it would reach the Zul and he wanted him to know that not only had he and the babies all survived their escape, but that he'd gone on to deliver them successfully (assuming he did.)

“GAAAAHHH!!!” Tyler roared as he pushed, already feeling the second baby's right shoulder starting to work its way out of him. 

As his present contraction faded, he stopped fully pushing but kept a light but constant pressure applied as he gasped for breath. The last thing Tyler needed was to lose any of the progress he'd made when he still had countless babies to bear. 

His next contraction and subsequent push produced more impressive results. After he succeeded in getting the second baby's left shoulder out, Etro to over and did most of the work that remained for the moment, carefully taking the baby under its arms and slowly and gently pulling it the rest of the way out. 

Without a doubt, Serse was going to be pissed, even more so than he surely already was, because the second baby was just as big as the first, if not slightly larger, and Tyler had still delivered it (relatively) quickly. The snake lord had really missed out. Oh well… 

Now how many more to go? Tyler wondered. 

Following the second birth, his further loosened hole once again repeatedly winked at the crowd as he gasped for breath. Without the hose in his mouth, at least he didn't have to worry about choking…

“Another big and handsome boy,” Etro said as he brought their second born around for Tyler to “meet.”

 While the baby was all messy and coated with birthing fluids, even Tyler had to agree he was handsome, just like his slightly older brother. He considered reaching out to touch him, but didn't, though he did start to wonder if maybe being a father/mother wouldn't be so scary and overwhelming after all?

But now certainly wasn't the time or place to make such a big and important decision. That would come later. Right now, Tyler had to focus. Speaking of which, he focused on the baby he'd just birthed…

“Guess he's a… little too big to say he's… cute, huh?” He chuckled. 

“He is big. Maybe even a little bigger than his older brother?” Etro chuckled back. “But since they are so chubby, I think they can still be referred to as cute.”

“They're definitely chubby!” The human grunted. “Do you think the rest of them will be too?”

 “I see no reason why not.”

 “Are… our babies bigger than full Glorkian babies?”

Etro nodded as he lightly bounced the second baby in his muscular arms, gauging his weight. “Easily by at least a few pounds.”

“Damn Zulians!” Tyler rolled his eyes. 

His “mate” wasn't a fan of the mention of the other aliens either, though not entirely for the same reasons. “Do not give them all the credit,” he shook his head. “In my book, you are the one responsible for having grown our children to this impressive size.”

“Impressive?!” Tyler rolled his eyes again ashe enjoyed the period of reprieve his still packed body seemed to have granted him. “Theyre fat, Etro! Really fucking fat!”

 “Our children, or just mine, if that it what you so choose, are not fat,” the handsome, naked Glorkian respectfully disagreed. “They are just chubby. Very chubby,” he amended with a small chuckle. 

Tyler disagreed right back. “They're more than very chubby, and that's the Zulians’ fault!” He huffed. “They stuffed me! They purposely fattened the babies and I ‘cause they were going to…”

“I am aware of what transpired on Zul,” Etro cut in as he handed the baby off to one of the officers so he could be cleaned and tended to as well. “There is no need to…”

“Yes, there is!” Tyler insisted. “The babies being so big is partially my fault!” He finally conceded with a sigh and shake of his head, causing his tits to shake as well and spurt harder into the pumps. “I…” he sighed again. “I can't say I remember when, but at some point back on Zul, something changed and I… I started wanting,no…” he shook his head some more. “Needing desperately to eat! I…”

“Tyler…” Etro cut in again, more forcefully this time. “You did nothing wrong,” he assured. “You did what you had to at the moment,” he nodded before continuing, “More importantly, not only did you survive your ordeal, you have gone on to make me infinitely proud!” He nodded again. 

“I… I make you proud?” Tyler asked in surprise. 

“Very much so,” Etro confirmed. “Glorkians consider…”

Before he could stop himself, Tyler let out a huff. “Please, Etro… No offense, but I…”

The handsome Glork held up his hands. “I know my culture and all its customs have been a bit overwhelming for you to learn and…”

“More than a bit!” Tyler huffed again. “No offense,” he repeated. “But if I don't hear one more thing about your culture or customs, I…”

“But I think you will not mind hearing this…”

“Fine!” He relented. “But that's it! Whatever you… say next is the last I… wanna hear about Glorkian custom, tradition, or… whatever, dictates, OK?!”

“I think that is fair,” Etro smirked. 

He was a smart man, after all. He knew there was a time and place to push limits, and this wasn't it. 

“Glorkians consider big babies a good thing,” he informed. “In fact, the bigger, the better,” he nodded. 

Tyler grunted. “Well then you must be really damn proud of me!”

“I am,” Etro nodded again before asking, “May I kiss you again?”

 Tyler frowned. “I'm all gross.”

“I am not currently at my freshest either,” Etro said as he looked down at himself, noting how his upper body, hands and forearms, were all covered with dried or drying birthing fluid. 

Tyler supposed he had a point. As such, he nodded. “You may kiss me again.”

 Etro smiled as he leaned down in front of him, took his sweaty face in his hands and tilted it back slightly. “Thank you,” he said after they'd kissed. “You make me very, very proud.”

 “So you keep saying!” Tyler chuckled and then winced as one of the babies still inside him rolled. “Maybe I'll be proud of myself, once I'm all done, if I ever am..?” He sighed as he rolled his eyes. 

“Do not worry, Tyler,” Etro smiled down at him as he righted himself. “You will finish.”

 “When?!” He groaned. “I've only had two! There are still too many to count and I haven't had another contraction in…” he started to complain before suddenly groaning again, this time in surprise and even some relief as his belly began to tighten again. 

“Scratch that,” Tyler smirked, even though he was in pain. “Here we go again…” he said as he readied to push.