Delicacy Pt. 10

Literally salivating, the laboring, now safe to say, former Starforce junior lieutenant, opened his mouth as wide as he could as his belly bounced from the contraction wracking it. As he did, Tyler's breasts spewed again, the resulting raining splatter further seasoning his taut skin. 

“I must admit,” Serse said as he moved his gaze from Tyler's belly to his upside down eyes. “I am going to miss your… company, and all you provide,” he chuckled. “I enjoyed our time together and watching you grow, of course,” he smiled down at him as he slowly nodded. “But since you can't seem to get any bigger, as much as I enjoyed all that, what I'm really going to enjoy is tasting the results of your tremendous efforts, which I plan to do soon!”

And with that, the snake lord suddenly crammed the large fruit into the human's mouth. Gaped as it was, the orifice wasn't big enough to take the fruit whole, leaving over half of it protruding and the laboring man without enough leverage in his jaw to bite through it. 

If the comparison to a murspig ever fit, it was then. 

“Mmmmph!” Tyler grunted in frustration as he tried to chew and get more food into himself. He got a few juicy tidbits, but that was all. 

Satisfied, Serse took his seat, allowing the guard behind him to push it in for him. Once their leader was seated, everyone else sat again as well. 

Still looking at the human's upside down, jelly-shined face, Serse decided to address the human he was about to consume sooner than he expected, one last time…

“Now's as good a time as any to tell you there's been one more change to the plan,” he informed, raising his brows. 

Tyler did the same as he continued to try and break through the fruit wedged between his teeth. He didn't want to speak, just satiate his incessant hunger. Even after directing all of his waning energy to his mouth, he still couldn't bite through the fruit, though he did manage to get a few more drops of delicious juice to dribble down his throat. 

Serse nodded. “I was informed it would take hours if not days for you to birth all your young, if you were even able to succeed, which is apparently doubtful,” he sighed as he rolled his eyes. “As much as we were all looking forward to the show, we just don't have that kind of time,” he shook his head. “Besides, you've already kept us waiting long enough, no?” He chuckled as he asked the group. 

There were countless hisses of agreement. 

“But…” the snake lord continued. “Seeing as we waited so patiently for this moment to arrive, I think we still deserve to be entertained, just in a slightly different way…”

Again, more hisses of agreement. 

Tyler was confused. He really shouldn't have been seeing as the writing was on the wall, now more than ever, but he was. 

“I think you'll appreciate this, seeing as there won't be much you need to do,” Serse continued, wriggling his brows. “It's been decided I shall simply cut you open and spill the contents of your abundant womb, then we shall feast immediately!” He announced with a triumphant grin. 

All Tyler did in response was blink at him rapidly and repeatedly. 

“That'll be quicker and easier for everyone, don't you agree?” The snake lord rhetorically asked him with a smile and nod. 

As much as he hated to admit it, Tyler had to agree. Without a doubt, his demise would be far from painless, but at least now it would come quickly… Being cut open and feasted upon immediately fit the Zulians’ demeanor to a t, but imaging what that was going to be like still caused the laboring human much mental anguish. Tyler's belly heaved and bulged out more than ever as he started to hyperventilate and sob. 

Finally, he'd reached his total breaking point. 

*****

Tyler squeezed his eyes shut. He'd never been in more pain or pressure, mentally and/or physically. 

His scalp, (just about the only part of him not slathered with jelly) poured sweat as his belly jolted so forcefully, he was only able to take in erratic huffs of air through his flared nostrils. Tyler made the mistake of opening his eyes a little and immediately wished he hadn't…

While they'd been closed, Serse had turned the Lazy Susan so that now, the taut, bulging underside of Tyler's pregnancy was right in front of him. The snake lord had stood again but all Tyler could see of him beyond tits, was the top of his head. 

The fact that Serse was back on his feet was worrisome enough. The fact he now held a large knife and was aiming its sharp tip right beneath Tyler's belly button would've been even more so had he been able to see the blade.

Not wanting his breasts, the apex of his belly which had grown bigger still in the last few minutes, and the top of Serse's head to be the last things he saw, Tyler frantically turned his head from side to side. As he did, his panicked eyes took in an even more horrifying sight: all the other Zulians standing there, staring at and surrounding him. All had their fangs bared as they eagerly awaited the start of his demise so they could finally dig in. 

“Gods, we thank you for your good grace… We thank you for not having forsaken us, and we thank you for this bountiful feast that will surely go on to live in infamy!” The snake lord said as he began to lower the knife, the tip now just inches away from spilling the contents of Tyler's overloaded and now extra juicy womb. 

Quick as he could, Tyler closed his eyes again and braced for even more pain. At least it would finally be his last… 

But just when he expected it to, it didn't come. Instead, he felt a strange heat of a different nature start to encompass his body. 

Is this death? He wondered. If so, it's actually not that bad…

As he waited to die, maybe/hopefully less painfully than he'd been expecting, Tyler's mind raced. Different events and people popped in and out as his life flashed before his eyes. 

He thought about all the friends he'd lost when the Zulians attacked their ship, and wondered if he'd get to “meet” them again soon? He thought about the Captain and Sree and was happy they'd made it. 

He thought about Glork and the Glorkian who'd knocked him up… If he hadn't, Tyler, Frisk and Sree all probably would've been killed during the attack. It was possible the two humans would've been kept alive only to be eventually feasted upon, but now, they'd never know. It didn't matter anyway. 

Tyler thought about Earth. He'd never been a fan of his home planet but now he wished he'd had the chance to go back and visit at least one more time… He thought about his parents and wondered what they'd be told? Would it be the truth, or would they be spared the most gruesome and “embarrassing” details regarding the last bit of their only son's life? 

As all these thoughts, people and questions were racing through Tyler's head, all of a sudden, all the Zulians started to murmur and hiss… Once again, the human on the brink of death dared to briefly open his eyes and was very much surprised to see his shiny, bright pink breasts were not emitting a bright white glow. 

It reminded him of a Starforce transport beam, but it couldn't be..?  Not all the way out here on Zul..?

“WHAT ISSS THISS?!” Serse shouted, his face twisting in sudden confusion and fury. “NO!!!”

All of a sudden, despite the odds and impossible as it seemed, Tyler went entirely weightless. The bright white glow grew stronger and stronger till the whiteness became an actual thing and it was all he saw. 

*****

The weightlessness only lasted a few seconds. In that short amount of time, Tyler was suddenly no longer prone and bound atop an alien banquet table on the verge of being cut into…

He was still prone and bound, with a large, alien fruit jammed in his mouth, but all of a sudden, he was somewhere else entirely… 

All of a sudden, the whiteness was gone and Tyler was in a muddy pasture, surrounded by rolling, grassy fields. An animal, a goat by the sound of it, shrieked somewhere nearby as his still flared nostrils registered a scent they hadn't in years but he wasn't able to place. 

The gravity he now experienced felt vaguely familiar… Given the (beyond extenuating) circumstances, it took Tyler a few more seconds to realize where he was, but once he did, it hit him like a ton of bricks. 

He was on Earth. How and why had he ended up there of all places, galaxies away from Zul? 

Tyler didn't have the chance to figure it out before the distraction of his unexpected transport faded and he was once again acutely aware of his lurching, throbbing, heaving and otherwise generally aching (to put it mildly,) belly. His skin, especially that which was pressing against the ground, felt so incredibly thin and tight. 

Just beneath it, all the babies lurched at once as his belly contracted again, still trying to get them out of it one way or another. Still surprised he hadn't, Tyler swore he was about to split in two! 

The subsequent squeal he released was muffled by the fruit, but it sounded like one a pig about to be slaughtered would've made. An Earth pig, of all things… 

Over his squeal, Tyler heard trampling feet, but thankfully, not the sound of clacking claws. He also heard the shocked voices of people, but even though he understood their words, he couldn't process what they meant? 

“Ohmygod! He's still pregnant!” A human female shouted. “But in labor… Help me get him onto his back!”

Tyler grunted as he felt many hands touch down on his upper side. He grunted again as he felt them pull and then again as he was slowly rolled onto his back. 

“Someone untie his hands and feet!” A man yelled. 

There was more commotion. Much more. Tyler's breasts and belly painfully jostled and then all of a sudden, his limbs were free, all of them promptly dropping heavily to the ground. 

“Sir, can you hear me?” Another man asked, sounding to be very close but Tyler couldn't see him. 

“Even if he can, he can't answer. Get that damn thing outta his mouth!” The woman shouted before continuing, “He's got something in his…” she paused and lowered her voice. “In his ass.”

“Well take it out!” The closest man said as he did the same to the fruit wedged in Tyler's mouth. 

The laboring lieutenant groaned as his jaw snapped shut. He grunted again when he felt a small pair of hands touch his ass. The left moved his fat right cheek to the side, then the right reached between the globes and started to pull, Tyler and the woman both grunting as she did. 

“Shit… It's really up there!”

“Nnngggh!” Tyler groaned. “Nnngggh! Mmmmmppppggghh!!!”

 He wanted and needed to warn the woman what was going to happen if she removed the whatever, but once again, the language specialist couldn't form the words. All he could produce were grunts, moans and groans as he felt another contraction starting to build. The pressure he was experiencing was just so intense, and all that yanking wasn't helping…

“OK, it's starting to move!” The woman yelled, sounding simultaneously relieved and excited. 

No! Tyler thought. You don't know what you're doing! You don't know what that's going to release! 

If only he could tell her, but he couldn't. 

Indeed, the thing was moving. Tyler felt it slowly starting to creep out of his hole, alleviating some of the great pressure, but not enough. 

“It's being held by suction or something?” The woman mused as she started rocking the device from side to side, trying to loosen it. “Like a champagne cork. If I can…”

She didn't get the chance to finish what she was saying. Indeed, the device was basically a cork and like a shaken bottle of champagne, once enough air had been added into the mix, the added pressure suddenly does the rest of the work…

The woman, some sort of medical professional, the laboring man assumed, suddenly stopped pulling and started catching as the device blasted out of him. Either she didn't have the strength or wasn't prepared to do so because she wasn't able to keep up as the thing shot out, landing in the grass several feet behind her as she was pummeled by a torrent of milk from Tyler's hole. His milk. 

“Ohmygod!” Another guy shouted. “I've never seen someone have SO MUCH water?! There must be gallons?!”

 “Well shit… Have you ever seen someone SO pregnant?!” Another shouted back over the seemingly endless deluge. 

“It's not…” the woman started, pausin to wipe her mouth as her face had been soaked by the initial blast. “Amniotic fluid,” she shook her head. “It's milk.”

“MILK?!” Several people yelled in surprised unison. 

“Milk,” she confirmed over Tyler's most recent moan. 

He felt woozy. Bile started to come up his throat as his vision blurred more than it already was, then his eyes rolled back and everything went black. 

*****

Gradually, he surfaced, feeling a strong sense of déjà vu. Tyler wondered how many times he'd been in and out of consciousness over the last several weeks and if it would have any permanent effects? 

He blinked and looked around, unaware at first of where he was? He was in an… Earth hospital? Perched almost comfortably on a very, very large bed. 

That's right, he remembered. He'd been transported back to his home planet, but why?

Somehow, some way, Tyler was still pregnant. The good news was the pain and pressure were now mostly gone.  Now, he was only experiencing relatively mild discomfort, along with a heaviness in his head he associated with a likely cocktail of sedatives and painkillers. 

Tyler realized he was still seeing double, so he blinked until he no longer was. Once he had a more accurate picture, he looked down and out. His legs were covered by a sheet but his breasts and belly all protruded freely out in the open. 

There was more good news: even though he was unfortunately still pregnant, Tyler's belly was now significantly smaller than he last remembered it being. That being said, it was still enormous. The globe was covered with nodes and wires, which were connected to a bay of beeping monitors to the left of the head of the bed. 

Once again, there were pumps on his breasts but thankfully, not huge and heavy cylinders. These Earth pumps were still outlandishly sized, but only capped Tyler's huge nipples and the first few inches of tit surrounding them. 

As he watched milk being rhythmically sucked from the once again, fully engorged, pumpkin-sized mounds, Tyler belatedly realized he wasn't having any more contractions. He was glad he was no longer experiencing the pain and pressure associated with them but again, wasn't happy he was still pregnant…

Some of the drugs he'd been given while he was most recently unconscious must've been to slow or stop the labor process. Given the circumstances, Tyler should've felt more relieved, but he didn't. Now that he knew he wasn't going to die, he wanted the babies out more than ever. 

The still pregnant, no longer laboring, now Earth and bed bound man, heard the door to the room open. As he turned to look in that direction, Tyler realized his movements were delayed and lethargic. As such, it took him a couple seconds and several blinks before he fully recognized the woman standing in the door. 

“Mother…” he said quietly as she continued to stare at him. 

It took him another few moments to realize she didn't look happy. It took him another still to realize she wasn't looking at his face as one might expect a mother to after not seeing her only child in person in years. 

No, instead, Tyler's mother was staring at his giant bare belly and mostly bared, humongous breasts. Quickly as he could, he grabbed a pillow from next to him and did his best to cover his chest, though plenty of side boob remained visible. 

Tears filled his mother's eyes as she slowly and apprehensively approached. She came over to the side of the bed and all but collapsed into the chair there as she reached out and took his hand not holding the pillow. 

“Oh, Tyler!” She said mournfully as she looked him over, her tear-filled eyes also filled with abject horror. Eventually her gaze moved to his face, which he was fairly certain he'd forced into a smiling “happy” expression and settled there before repeating her mantra, “Oh, Tyler… Oh, Tyler!”

He looked away from her. To say he was ashamed was an understatement. He couldn't fathom trying to explain how embarrassed he was, but at the same time, he felt a sense of… relief? Till then, it'd been a long time since Tyler had last felt safe.

Tears started running down his cheeks as he looked back at his mother and gently squeezed her hand. “What happened?” He whispered. 

She had a lot to catch him up on.

*****

Strictly human technology was centuries behind most other members of the Federation. As a result, Frisk's voice and image came through all staticky on the communications device the hospital provided Tyler with. 

At least they were alive and finally back in communication. 

“Could be seen - act of war with Zul,” Frisk said, his voice turned robotic by the poor connection, errant words not coming through though Tyler was mostly able to decipher the conversation. “--- able to – Constable – transport over. – you were pregnant. It wasn't – but he owed me a few –”

Tyler got unexpectedly emotional as he listened to the rest of the story of his rescue. All the while, he made sure to hold the communications device high enough so all the Captain saw of him was from the shoulders up. Though he already had seen the rest of his body (not to mention, been inside it,) Tyler didn't want Frisk to see the rest of him now, still much, much bigger than he'd been when he'd tried to escape. 

“Thank you for everything you did,” Tyler nodded. “For keeping your word, but why Earth?” He had to ask. 

“Politics,” Frisk replied, voice clearly irritated, even through the static. “Federation jurisdiction – to mitigate the risk of conflict with the–”

“Zulians.”

 “Secondly to –”

The Captain's image suddenly skewed completely, and whatever he said next came through as a garbled, jumbled mess. With a groan, Tyler hit the side of the communications device with the palm of his free hand. The screen went black as it chose that time to restart. Damn so-called Earth “technology.”

He tossed the device aside with a sigh. He'd been so curious to hear of his rescue, he hadn't gotten the chance to ask the Captain how he or Sree were doing, or even where they were now? Tyler wanted to know but he'd had enough conversation for the moment. What he'd learned was enough for him to process for now. 

Not only had it been highly unorthodox for him (and his babies) to have been transported out of non-Federation territory, apparently, they hadn't been expected to survive the process! Transport across galaxies was almost unheard of under the best conditions but evidently, the higher-ups had deemed the risk worth it because once again, politics. 

Since Tyler and the babies had been expected to die one way or another, the Federation and Starforce didn't want to be seen as not having at least attempted a rescue. Even if neither expected the mission to be a success, both still had images to uphold, after all. 

“Maybe I am lucky?” Tyler mused as he shook his head in continued disbelief at the fact he'd survived. 

But at what (continued) cost? He didn't have time to give it much thought…

“Oooooh!” He suddenly moaned as the baby sitting right up under his left breast kicked at it from the inside. As a result, the left pump (which along with the right, was attached to his tits more often than not,) received an extra powerful spurt of milk. 

Tyler had convinced the doctor charged with his care, Dr. Morgan, to lower the dose of sedatives he was being given so he'd be able to be a little more functional. This in turn caused his discomfort to ramp back up, but at least Tyler didn't feel like his head was up in the clouds anymore, though maybe, he should've kept it there?

Things were nice “up there,” but he just didn't feel like himself. Now that Tyler knew he was going to live, or at the very least, his chances had vastly improved and he didn't have to worry so much, he wanted to try and feel like himself. He wanted to try and feel normal again which was admittedly a tall order. 

But normalcy wouldn't start to return till he was no longer pregnant because there was nothing normal about his condition… Tyler's gaze moved passed his breasts and the pumps attached to them, taking his milk where he didn't know or care, and once again landed on his grossly swollen belly as he lightly rubbed its flanks. 

While he'd made one, very bad(/ultimately life creating/saving) decision while on an “elite” Starforce mission (while on leave, to be fair) Tyler was far from dumb. He therefore knew before being told how and why he was still pregnant. 

Before “initial contact” had been made, humans had considered their technology, including all the scientific and medical advancements they'd made over the years, second to none. At the time, they did have a lot to be proud of, but within a century of being contacted, they'd been left in the dust. Earth and all its scientists and doctors were still capable of achieving some incredible feats, such as stopping a half human, half alien pregnancy from reaching its conclusion, but they weren't capable of ending it “successfully.”

Much of this had to do with the fact that despite all the tests Dr. Morgan and his team had performed on Tyler and the babies, there was a lot still up in the air… Countless sonograms and other scans had been performed, but none were capable of determining how many babies Tyler's womb contained. There were simply so many crammed in there so tightly, to put it in layman's terms: they appeared as one giant mass of spines, limbs, etc. 

That and Dr. Morgan and his team had no idea how long this hybrid pregnancy was supposed to last? Had Tyler gone into labor prematurely because of all the stuffing he and the babies had been “forced” to endure? 

But Tyler's pregnancy had to end, and soon. Not that anyone seemed to care, but he needed it to, as everything about it just got worse and worse by the minute. 

*****

Even though he knew he was (relatively) safe, and even though he remained more comfortable than he'd been in some time despite his waning “drugging,” Tyler still just barely slept. He dozed frequently, but hardly got any much needed REM sleep… As such, his eyes quickly popped back open when he heard the door to his room open yet again. 

Someone was always coming or going. This time, instead of Dr. Morgan, or one of the countless nurses and/or specialists tasked with tending to him round the clock, an enormous vase of flowers entered the room. He couldn't see who was carrying it, but Tyler already knew who it was and as such, rolled his recently opened eyes. 

Earlier, his mother told him she'd called in some “relief…” “Someone else” to come sit with him while she went to a nearby hotel to shower and get some rest. She didn't tell him who she'd called, but Tyler assumed it was his father. His presence would've been bad/awkward enough, but the person who showed up instead was even worse in many ways, and even more of a surprise…

Tyler hadn't seen Chance, his one-time boyfriend, since he'd gone off on his first “short-term” Starforce mission. Back then, the two presumed they'd resume their relationship when Tyler returned to Earth in four months, but now, some four years had passed since he'd last set (presently swollen) foot on his home planet. 

And yet here Chance was…

“Sent from your Aunt Cora and Uncle Frank, along with a lot of questions…” he said as he carefully placed the massive arrangement on the window sill. “Guess that means you haven't had the chance to reach out to them yet either?” He rhetorically asked as he adjusted his shirt, which had ridden up in the back as he leaned forward. 

Chance looked even better than the last time Tyler had seen him. He was more muscular now, to the point that even if he went up a size in shirts, his tops still would've needed constant adjustment over his massive muscles. Visually appealing as he was, Tyler couldn't bring himself to look at his former boyfriend as he came over and took the seat his mother usually occupied and they resumed the awkward silence that had mostly filled the air since his unexpected arrival. 

Instead of looking at Chance, Tyler looked down at himself. To the best of his ability, he took in long, even breaths, trying to prepare himself for what he knew was coming next… 

Chance didn't disappoint. “What the hell did you do to yourself, Tyler?” He asked after having held his tongue as long as he could. “You were so fucking proud to go off and join Starforce!” He continued with scathing resentment. “And then they go and do this to you?!” He waved in his direction. “Are you some sort of alien breeder now?! Fuck, man… What the hell were you thinking, getting involved in shit like this?!” He huffed as he shook his head. 

This, not Chance specifically, at least not entirely, was one of the reasons Tyler hadn't wanted to come back “home.” Smart as they still thought they were, the vast majority of humans had no interest in anything off their planet, even though they were now so connected to the greater universe. Many were scared of it. 

Even at this supposedly “high level” medical facility, Tyler's surroundings felt so antiquated to him. So slow and backwards… 

Tyler closed his eyes and sighed, then started to explain/defend himself. “Getting accepted into Starforce is one of the highest honors in the…”

“Universe?” Chance cut him off. “Don't gimme that bullshit! You're a fucking blimp!” He suddenly shouted. “What the hell is honorable about that?! Your precious Starforce went and turned you into a damn freak!”

“It wasn't them!” Tyler was quick to defend, them of course being Starforce. “I…” he paused, face flushing. “I messed up, OK?” He finally admitted, but not fully. 

He didn't want to go into detail with Chance. He didn't deserve it. Honestly, Tyler didn't know why he was there?

Why had Chance answered, let alone come when his mother called? What was the point? He and Tyler weren't together anymore and it was safe to say, they weren't ever going to be again… 

“Can you find out where Dr. Morgan is?” Tyler asked. 

He just wanted to get this over with, this being everything. He wanted to move on, literally… Tyler wanted to get the heck off Earth as soon as he could, where he'd go next, he had no idea, but it didn't even matter. What mattered most was getting the babies out of him now, whatever that entailed. 

Speaking of the Babies, Tyler's face scrunched up in sudden discomfort as one of them rolled, causing his belly to bulge out to the right of his navel. He pressed his lips together, refusing to groan yet Chance still stared at him in shock and morbid curiosity. When the baby finally settled back down, Tyler was left panting and sweating. 

He moaned as he desperately rubbed what he could of his biggest mound. “Please, go get Dr. Morgan!” He pleaded. 

Chance stared at him a moment longer, then shook his head as he stood and walked out the door. 

*****

“You have to let me… give birth!” Tyler begged through tightly clenched teeth as he struggled to breathe. 

“I'm sorry, Tyler, but as you know, we're simply not equipped to handle a situation like this,” Dr. Morgan replied. “Even if we were, the government considers it imperative we avoid conflict with…”

“The government?” Tyler cut him off as a vein bulged out on his left temple. 

He'd been at the hospital for almost a week by then, during which time things had gone from better than they'd been towards “the end,” to almost as bad again. Now, every kick or squirm one, some or all of the babies gave, left him feeling on the brink: muscles, tendons, skin all twitching, all drawn to their complete capacity. Even when he was just laying in bed (which he almost always was,) Tyler struggled to breathe. 

“Why is… the government involved?” He asked, even though he knew exactly why. 

His mother squeezed his hand. Now, his father was there too. He'd finally come to the hospital for the first time that morning and had barely said anything to Tyler since his arrival. 

Now, he stood against the wall facing the bed with his arms crossed over his chest, body rigid, face expressionless. Chance stood next to him and kept looking between his former boyfriend and his doctor. 

“The government has gotten involved because this isn't a routine pregnancy, nor is it an entirely human matter,” Dr. Morgan replied. “There's another species involved, which means there are customs and laws that need to be taken into account. That, and we've been…” he hesitated. “Contacted, by a representative from Gorrk.”

“Glork,” Tyler corrected as he stared at an unoccupied spot on the wall. “Well what did they say?”

“I wasn't directly involved, but my understanding is they've asserted custody over the children,” Morgan replied. “Apparently, they consider it highly offensive for their young to be born off planet, so seeing as Earth wishes to avoid conflict, it's been decided that you are to be turned over to the aliens at sundown.”

Tyler's mother sat back and balked. “But the babies are human too!”

 “Mother… The Glorkians are a peaceful people!” Tyler assured her. “I'm sure they'd be open to some talk on the matter before it's fully decided?”

“I've been told it's already reached that point,” the doctor said. 

“But none of us were involved!” Tyler's mother huffed. 

“No, unfortunately not,” the doctor had no choice but to agree. “But I've been told, and I believe, that the aliens are much better equipped to handle a… situation like this.”

That, Tyler believed, but he wanted/needed more information. “Did they happen to say how?” He asked Morgan, who shook his head. 

Tyler's heart sank. As much as he didn't want to be here on Earth, and as much as he'd once considered (voluntarily) returning to Glork, the simple fact of the matter was he wanted more answers before he did. He also very much would've preferred a say in the matter, but apparently, that wasn't an option…

The fact that Earth's leaders were just willing to hand him over when no one seemed to know what the Glorkians (peaceful as they were) were going to do to/with Tyler, was just another reason for him to feel disdain towards his own race. 

Tyler wondered: Was he going to be punished by the Glorks for his poor choices and so-called “indulgences,” even if the latter had been forced on him (at least to start with?) Would the purple-hued humanoids be spiteful and mad that he, an actual human, had inadvertently diluted the genetics of their famously isolationist society?

Gone was that sense of safety Tyler had enjoyed over the last week. Now, he couldn't help but find it more than a bit ironic that he'd survived everything (so far) only to be thrust back into the great unknown! Now, he almost wanted to stay on the sorry pile of rocks he hailed from, but he couldn't. 

Not only was it not up to him, Earth's doctors couldn't help him or the babies. Even if they'd been able to, they didn't seem to want to. Screw them… 

“I'll go,” he said quietly, as if he had a choice.

His mother released a ragged breath then started to cry.

“I have to, Mother,” Tyler said. “Yes, they're making me, but I need to!” He nodded. “I can't take this any more!” He shook his head. 

Part of what he couldn't take any more of but had been keeping to himself, was the incessant hunger… Ever since arriving on Earth and being stabilized, it had never once ceased. Like his body had, it grew and grew by the moment. The food he was served, triple that of what a “normal” patient would've received, didn't help. Even after eating all of it, Tyler wanted to cry at how empty he felt. His stomach, anyway…

Chance let out an indignant huff as he pushed off the wall, puffed his chest and thrust his shoulders back. “You chose this!” He said to Tyler as he glared at him, not yelling, but clearly making his displeasure and disgust known. “You chose to go to space… You always chose that over us!” He said as he gestured from himself to Tyler's parents before turning and storming out of the room without a second glance. 

Tyler knew that was the last time he'd see him. He didn't care. He had other, much more pressing concerns at the moment, including his father, who looked more tense than ever but to his credit, remained in the room (for now…)

“I'll let you all say your goodbyes,” Dr. Morgan said quietly. “The Glorkian representative should arrive shortly to talk more about what's to come,” he said to Tyler before leaving the room as well. 

Tyler and his parents remained silent for the next minute. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't look at either of them. He was just so ashamed. 

They didn't care about him being gay, but the fact that he'd bent over for an alien and gone on to become this freakishly fattened breeder, now practically begging to have his countless, overgrown offspring out of him was too much to excuse. 

Eventually, he cleared his throat and spoke. “I know I… I know you're…” he tried before shaking his head and sighing. “Anyway… I can't survive like this much longer,” he shook his head some more, admitting his defeat to his disappointed parents. “They have the technology and medical expertise I obviously need on Glork, and…”

“But, Tyler!” His mother began to protest. “You're human! We…”

“And…” he continued. “They've claimed the children. They want them!” He nodded encouragingly.

“They're your children! Our grandchildren!”

“Mother…” he rolled his eyes. “Even after all the tests that have been performed on me, we still don't know how many there are?! Safe to say, it's too many for me to take care of, and I don't even…”

“We'll help you!”

“We'll do no such thing, Helen!” Tyler's father said, finally speaking. “He got himself into this mess, let him get himself out of it!”

“But, Paul! I…”

“Mother, he's right. I…”

“You're damn right, I am!” Tyler's father shouted. “We are not helping with any of those things he has inside him!”

“Those things?!” His mother shouted back. “Those things are your…”

“I don't give a…”

“Guys…” Tyler said, trying to bring things back under control, wincing as he did as he felt babies starting to squirm, several of them by the feel of it. None of them seemed to like it when he got upset or agitated. “I…”

“No, Tyler! I don't care what you or your father say! We are helping you whether you want us to or not!” His mother continued to shout as she stood. 

“Oh the hell we are, Helen!” His father yelled. “We don't have the room or the funds, and quite frankly, I don't have the desire to…”

“Guys…” Tyler tried again, clenching his teeth as more babies joined in on the fray. “You can't help! The Glorkians, they…”

“Exactly!” His father cut back in. “What do you want us to do, Helen?! Take on an entire alien race?!”

 “We'll take the issue to the high space court!”

 “High space court?! Does such a thing even exist?! Listen to yourself, Helen! You sound insane! You…”

“I sound insane?!” She scoffed. “Excuse me, but listen to your damn self! This is our son, who OBVIOUSLY made a HUGE mistake, but…”

“Gods! Can everyone, please settle down?!” Tyler entreated. “I…”

“NO!!!” His parents both shouted back. 

“I just… Nnnnnnngggggh!!!” Tyler suddenly groaned as his belly heaved. “I CANT!!!” He wailed as he tore his hand free from his mother's grasp and positively slammed it down onto that side of his belly, mirroring what he was already doing on its other side. 

As he did this, veins visibly rose and sank on the heaving mass. Not that they hadn't for some time now, but laying there on the bed, Tyler's belly and breasts all dwarfed the rest of him, the former crushing his lap and thighs, the latter constricting his lungs and racing heart. 

He really should've by then but somehow, Tyler still couldn't believe how huge he'd gotten?! It was truly a miracle his body was still capable of supporting such a pregnancy… Glorkian babies (even half ones) really were something else. 

“Oh, Tyler!” His mother cried again as her hands moved to cover her mouth. 

His father shut his and shook his head as he lowered his gaze to the floor, unable to look at the mockery of the son he'd once been proud of, even if he'd never told him. Safe to say, now, he never would. 

Tyler arched and groaned, hands scrambling around what they could reach of his belly, trying to soothe it and the babies within. Once again, his efforts were in vain. 

The enormous globe gave another forceful throb, causing him to whimper and then wheeze as he tried to catch his breath. All four of his limbs squirmed as he tried desperately to change position, but he couldn't lift his shoulders even half an inch off the bed. Everything about him was just too damn tired and heavy. 

Eventually, he slumped back, utterly boneless and breathless. His parents allowed five minutes of awkwardly silent and dizzy reprieve before Tyler's father spoke again. 

“What the hell, Tyler?” He asked, sounding defeated as he clenched his hands at his sides, knuckles all going white from the pressure he was putting on them as his face turned bright red. “What happened to you?”

Everyone knew what'd happened to him, himself included and yet Tyler still often asked himself the very same. As such, he didn't bother to answer. Verbally, anyway. Physically, was a different story…

Tyler grunted as he felt that all too familiar tingling and pressurization building at his chest. 

Oh, gods… Not now! He silently bemoaned. Just let me say my already awkward enough goodbyes, call a nurse to attach the pumps, and then you can spew as much as you want, I swear! He pleaded with his breasts, but to no avail because much like the babies, they tended not to listen to him either. 

He looked down and watched as his nipples started profusely leaking through the thin, ultra stretched gown he had on. Tyler frantically and blindly reached around for a pillow to cover up but there weren't any available as he was using all of them for support. Gods, why did EVERYTHING about him have to be SO DAMN OBSCENCE?!

“I'm sorry…” he whispered as tears ran down his cheeks. “I'm so sorry.”

It didn't sound like it, but he was. His father didn't say anything as he turned and left the room. So much for saying their goodbyes, but Tyler didn't blame him. He couldn't. 

“We'll come visit!” His mother promised as she pulled back from the awkward hug she'd tried to give him. 

Tyler didn't believe her. He forced himself to smile and nod. His parents had never left Earth, not even for a day trip to its moon! He knew they'd never get on an intergalactic ship to come visit him on Glork, but that was fine. He didn't want them to anyway.