Delicacy Pt. 5 (Patreon)

Delicacy Revisited

Part Five

Tyler started to spend more time in Serse's quarters. The alien leader seemed to have become addicted to his milk, practically attacking the human's chest the moment it was within reach. Serse fed from Tyler at least once a day but oftentimes, more, almost always till he'd sucked both breasts dry.

“Oooh…” Tyler whimpered as his right hand slid further down his bulging side to where a sudden bout of pain spiked before just as quickly fading away.

Pains like this were happening more frequently now. He was trying so hard. So damn hard and yet sometimes, he felt like his friends didn't realize or appreciate what he was doing to keep them alive at least a little longer. At the same time, Tyler couldn't say he blamed them…

There'd been no more talk between the Zuls about using his milk to feed the other captives. As such, the Captain and Sree remained on the cusp of starvation, while Tyler was on the cusp of bursting most of the time. There was nothing good about any of their circumstances.

That night, it took a particularly long time before the pregnant man's bloated body, racing heart and breath, all calmed down enough for him to fall asleep. Even then, he remained restless, dreaming of how much bigger he and the babies were going to get before everything ended, however it did.

Sometime in the middle of the night, Tyler awoke to a fierce pain at his chest. Still somewhat asleep, he thought his lame excuse for a shirt had finally gotten tight enough to suffocate him, but when his hands shot up and out to try and pull it off, he remembered he wasn't wearing it, having not had the energy to put it back on following his latest encounter with his captors.

What he found when he touched himself was that he was engorged again. So incredibly engorged… Tyler's own touch caused both his nipples to spurt and a shuddering breath to blubber out of his mouth as tears started to run down his flushed cheeks.

He tried to keep quiet, but didn't do a good job. He seriously doubted he was going to be able to fall back asleep now, but didn't want to wake his friends with his sobs or other pained noises. Try as he might, he soon did though…

Even though his eyes were closed and brimming with tears, Tyler still noticed when the lights turned on. What he thankfully didn't notice was the door flying open, which was always a good sign.

He opened his eyes and turned to see Sree standing near the light switch, not Serse or any of the other Zuls, thank gods. Tyler knew he was being watched yet he couldn't stop from touching himself, desperately seeking relief. Before he could stop himself, he squeezed his right nipple and groaned as milk forcefully sprayed from it, but not enough. Nowhere near enough…

“T-Tyler..?” Sree stammered, looking equally astonished as she did concerned.

Frisk was up too. Well, awake anyway, and he was also staring at Tyler as he clumsily fidgeted on the bed. His back arched as he tried to make room for his enormous breasts, but he couldn't. He was flushed and red, his whole body profusely pouring sweat.

“Nnngggh…” Tyler groaned as his basketball-sized breasts bounced with a sudden bout of tension.

He was producing so much milk! Too much, too quickly! He was sobbing by then, nipples dark and massive.

“P-please!” He begged. “C-can't take… anymore! S-soooo full!!!”

Tyler's breasts continued to bloat. For several moments, other than his sobs, grunts and groans, there was only stunned silence. Sree looked like she was about to have a panic attack as she had no idea what to do?! Fortunately, Frisk did…

With considerable effort, he stood and then tentatively approached. The tension in the bedroom became palpable like the tension at Tyler's chest.

“I've always been a boob guy,” the Captain said, mostly to himself in an effort to convince himself that what he was about to do was OK.

Without another word, he walked over to the bed, leaned down with a giant grunt, and then closed his mouth around his expectant junior lieutenant's left giant left, leaking left nipple. Tyler's eyes went wide in shock as the Captain started to suck. He groaned again, but this time in relief as he grabbed his commanding officer by his messy hair and pulled him closer, pressing the other man's face hard against his bloated breast.

“Oooh, yeeeessss!!!” He whimpered.

He was finally experiencing some relief, but it still wasn't enough. Tyler's free hand went to his right nipple, desperately fumbled with and squeezed. More milk streamed from it, but not nearly enough, even as he tugged harder. His face twisted in agony, which Sree took as her sign to hurry over.

Quickly, she batted his hand away, leaned in and wrapped her mouth around the leaking nub. A wheezy noise escaped her friend's throat as he clutched the back of her bald head , and let his own fall back against the pillows. Tyler moaned as the intense pain and pressure he'd been under finally began to abate as his friends chugged away.

“Thank you!” He exhaled, far beyond the point of humiliation.

Tyler couldn't believe things had come to this. Yes, he'd previously offered his milk to his friends but now they'd had to take it so he could just barely endure the continuing transformation of his body. As devastating as getting pregnant and all its effects had been thus far, Tyler reminded himself yet again that it was what was keeping them all alive. For now, anyway… He sobbed.

“Thank you!” He said again as his friends sucked.

Thank gods they were literally starving.

That night, even if not for long, they all finally found some form of relief.

*****

The next morning, Frisk and Sree fed from Tyler again, this time, per their request. Even though he (thankfully) wasn’t so painfully engorged, he still readily agreed. His friends were quick and didn’t drain him like they had in the middle of the night, worried a Zulian might unexpectedly enter and discover their new secret.

Speaking of secrets….

“I found something,” Frisk said quietly upon returning from the bathroom and coming over to the bed where Tyler sat perched against the headboard and Sree down at the left foot.

“Don’t you dare say a dairy cow…” the pregnant man warned with a chuckle. It was the first time he or any of them had laughed in a long time.

“If the shoe fits!” Frisk winked before continuing. “Anyway, I found a ventilation grate in the bathroom… It’s been plastered over and it’s not big, but I think it’s big enough for me to get through.”

“OK…” Sree said slowly, trying to look anywhere but at Tyler as he’d yet to put on any of his remaining clothes.

“I’ve lost weight,” the Captain needlessly pointed out, sounding a bit wry about it despite his quiet monotone. He had gotten terribly thin, especially when compared to his junior lieutenant. “Once I get out, I can circle back and find the bedroom. We’ll do it at night so hopefully, we won’t run into anyone and they won’t realize we’re gone for a while.”

"OK…" Sree repeated.

“The only issue will be navigating the palace.” Frisk continued. “I haven’t seen much of it.”

“I have,” Tyler replied. “Not all of it, but enough. From what I’ve seen, it doesn’t seem all too complicated,” he shook his head.

“Excellent.”

“I’m feeling a bit stronger now, and stupidly hopeful because of it,” Sree mused, finally looking at her fecund friend, silently thanking him for the milk that was the source of her renewed strength. “This might actually work…”

“We have to give it a try, but be prepared for any outcome,” Frisk nodded resolutely.

“Hold on…” Tyler said. “So we found a way out of the room, but how will we get off the planet?” He asked as he absent-mindedly rubbed his massive middle. “How will we get home?” He wondered aloud while silently wondering where even counted as “home” for him anymore?

He was excited at the possibility of escape, but understandably anxious. Given his condition, which continued to notably grow and progress daily, it seemed extra daunting, but as the Captain said, they had to try. They were all working against some detriment, after all… Frisk and Sree were still half starving, he was massively, ludicrously fat and pregnant, but they still had to try. This was their only hope.

“There’s something I’m not supposed to tell you…” the Captain sighed. “But desperate times call for desperate measures.”

Tyler grunted as he looked down and out at himself. “You don’t say…”

“Touché…” Frisk chuckled. “Anyway, when a Starforce officer earns the rank of Captain, they forfeit their luxury to complete privacy.”

"How so?" Tyler asked, raising his brows.

“We have a chip implanted in our brainstem, which allows for certain cybernetic functions at certain times,” the Captain explained. “I tried to use it as soon as I realized we were in serious trouble, but as we now know, there’s something in the atmosphere blocking external transmissions.”

“Exactly,” Tyler nodded. “So..?”

“So, if we can get far enough away from the source of the block, I can activate the chip and send out a distress signal.”

“We’d probably have to be well off the planet before you could get through the block,” Sree noted. “Which means we’d need to find and access a ship or a pod at the very least.”

“Another challenge,” Frisk nodded as he sighed again. He couldn’t help it.

Hadn’t they all already faced enough? The answer was undeniably yes, but if the group had any hope of survival, they’d have to not only face their challenges, but beat them. Any and all of them… If they failed, they’d surely be killed. With death as their fate every other way but completing their successful escape, challenging and maybe impossible as it would be, escape from Zul was their best bet.

“So once we’ve put a few more of the pieces together, we’re doing this?” Frisk asked with raised brows as he looked between what remained of his crew, then down from Tyler’s eyes to his belly, which technically contained its newest members.

Sree and Tyler exchanged a quick look then both turned back to the Captain and nodded. When the time came, they were doing this, but it needed to be soon because every day, it was getting more difficult for Tyler to move around.

He now had the biggest pregnancy he, Frisk or Sree had ever seen… It looked like he was due with human quintuplets, or maybe even sextuplets, and every day, it, his breasts and his ass, just got bigger. Notably so. Tyler's belly was now the size of a yoga ball but needless to say, a hell of a lot heavier.

As such, if their escape attempt didn't happen soon, Tyler didn't know if he'd be able to participate in it?!

Already whenever he moved, he did so at a very slow and ponderous waddle, clutching what he could of his pregnancy with one arm and hand, while using the other to brace against whatever was in reach, be it a wall or a piece of furniture.

Because of his increasingly limited mobility, he'd been spending even more time in bed. A trip across the palace now left Tyler incredibly winded and fatigued, his entire body heaving and pouring sweat as he fought to keep his cramped lungs full of enough air.

While most recently being escorted to go see Serse, he'd come dangerously close to losing his balance and toppling forward. While Tyler hadn't mentioned this to the snake lord, the guards must have (probably scared they'd get in trouble if not worse, should something happen to him or the babies,) because from then on, Serse came to him.

Tyler was smart enough to know that the alien didn't care about he or his children's well-being… The only thing(s) Serse cared about were keeping them alive and growing till it was time for the feast. That and having access to Tyler's bountiful milk reserves in the meantime. That being said, the overburdened human did appreciate not having to worry about traversing the palace anymore.

And yet things remained far from ideal… There were a couple things wrong with this new “accommodation,” including that Tyler now never knew when the snake lord would visit him next? As such, it wasn't long before his Starforce top ended up meeting the same fate as his tunic…

Serse tore it off after climbing into bed with Tyler one night, and latching onto his right tit without hesitation. His doing so left Tyler with nothing to wear as his pants were no longer an option so yeah, apparently things still could get worse…

*****

That night, Serse sucked especially greedily. Both of his clawed hands clutched and squeezed at Tyler's enormous mounds, forcing more milk into his mouth than he was already vacuuming out. The pregnant man grunted and squirmed beside him, feeling his friends watching. Tyler could tell by the way they stared that they were uneasy at seeing the display previously reserved for the snake lord's private quarters, even if it happened in front of other Zulians.

When it was finally over, Serse stood, licked his lips and fangs, and then wiped his mouth. Tyler thought he was done, but no. In a way he hadn't expected, things were just getting started…

“I have been doing some thinking…” the Zulian leader informed, the announcement as simple as it was unsettling. Not that he could or would expect it to, but Tyler knew nothing good would come of it. Serse went on…

“I am considering keeping you alive for breeding purposes,” he said. “I have another human male here, who could do the deed, so why not?” He smirked and shrugged as he stared down at Tyler.

Flushed as he was, the redness in the pregnant human's face quickly faded… He didn't know whether to be more shocked, appalled or relieved? Staying alive was the ultimate goal, but not under these circumstances! To be allowed to live but have to do so as a breeder? A producer of an endless supply of food for a barbaric alien race?! And to be bred by Captain Frisk?!

“My research indicates that an all human pregnancy wouldn't be so…” Serse asked for a second. “Bountiful, but my scientific team assures me that with further study, they'd be able to make future pregnancies at least half as lucrative as this one, but at great cost,” he shared, as if it would be of any concern to Tyler. “To be rewarded with such a delicacy might be worth it, but I've yet to decide as I'm unsure of how labor-intensive the process will be, including the…” he hesitated again. “Production process,” he raised his brows.

“The process isn't complicated at all,” Frisk unexpectedly spoke up.

Serse smirked as he turned towards him. “Now you have something to say… All those beatings didn't produce results, but the prospect of being a breeder intrigues you?”

“The prospect of staying alive intrigues me,” the Captain corrected.

“I'm sure it does!” The snake lord scoffed as he rolled his eyes. “A Starforce Captain relegated to one, singular role… A stud!” He scoffed again. “Are you even up to the task?”

The Captain nodded.

“But the bitch is a male… Don't you prefer the other gender?” Serse asked.

“I do,” Frisk confirmed. “But at this point, a hole is a hole,” he shrugged.

“Is it really as simple as that?”

“Pretty much,” he shrugged again.

“How long does the process take?” Serse asked.

“The… production process only takes about five minutes, give or take a few,” the Captain replied. “But a human pregnancy takes nine months from conception to delivery,” he explained.

“Only five minutes and then nine months of waiting?” Serse said, eyes widening a little. “That's hardly efficient, though I really shouldn't be surprised,” he shook his head. “You humans are just so unevolved… The Zulian process is much more involved and intricate but produces offspring in less time, but anyway… Show me now.”

“Show you now?” Frisk repeated.

The snake lord nodded. “Show me the process.”

“But the…” Frisk hesitated for a moment. “Bitch, is already pregnant.”

“Obviously, but does that affect things?”

“No, not really,” the Captain admitted. “At this point, the process won't produce any more babies, but…”

“We'll have enough soon enough,” Serse cut him off. “Now show me,” he said as he turned to Tyler, who'd gone red in the face again as his breeding was being discussed.

“Um, I…” Frisk hesitated again. “Usually, the process is done in private, with just the two…”

“You!” Serse suddenly shouted as he turned on Sree. “Out of here! Go stand with the guards in the hall!” He demanded.

Sree released the quietest sigh of relief as she sprang to her feet and scampered out of the room. She, Tyler and the Captain had gotten undeniably close during their mission and subsequent imprisonment, but to have to watch her only remaining comrades having sex was too much.

“What are you waiting for?” Serse yelled again as he turned back on the Captain.

“I, um… Just trying to figure things out,” Frisk replied. “His… the… size of his pregnancy complicates things a bit. I…”

“Help me onto my side,” Tyler said from the bed.

“Which?”

“Does it matter?”

“Guess not…” Frisk mumbled as he approached and took Tyler's hands as they were offered.

“Ooof!” Tyler grunted as he was pulled onto his left side, his belly tottering for a moment then suddenly toppling due to its immense weight, the front of it hitting the Captain in the crotch, causing him to grunt as well as he stepped back to give it room.

“You said this took five minutes!” The snake lord pointedly reminded.

“Under normal circumstances, which these are not!” Frisk replied.

“I don't care, now hurry up!”

“Sir, yes sir…” he muttered as he hurriedly undressed.

Tyler looked beyond his belly and breasts at his now naked Captain. He'd seen the other man nude before in the ship's locker room but it went without saying, he, like his junior lieutenant, looked different now. Hell, Tyler looked different (bigger, of course) than he had just that morning!

Unlike his junior lieutenant, the Captain had lost a great deal of weight and was now quite lean. He'd somehow managed to retain much of his muscular definition so his drastic weight loss had him looking quite cut. Speaking of “cut…”

Now that it was right in front of him (relatively speaking, anyway,) Tyler got his first good look at Frisk's package. His cock wasn't hard yet, but it was already sizable, as were his balls. Seeing as Tyler hadn't been expecting to ever have sex again, let alone with his straight, commanding officer, as ashamed, embarrassed and everything else he was at the moment, he was also excited and turned on, his own dick already fully erect, wedged between his burgeoning belly and also bloated and undrained balls.

“I'm so sorry about this, Tyler…” Frisk whispered as he climbed onto the bed behind him. “But…”

“Desperate times call for… desperate measures, I… know,” the junior lieutenant panted back, already somewhat breathless, both from maneuvering into position and at the thought of what was to come, even if it was going to happen in front of a scary alien, who at some point, would go on to eat him!

“That's right. Don't worry… I'll be…” the Captain paused and then asked, “Gentle?”

“Don't worry about me,” Tyler replied. “I couldn't tell you the… last time I was… comfortable, so just do what you need to.”

“No offense, but what I need to do right now is get inspired,” Frisk said as he scooted forward till his still flaccid member bumped against Tyler's now very fattened up rump, causing both men to grunt again.

“This is awkward, isn't it?” Tyler asked with a chuckle.

“Just a little…” the Captain chuckled back. “But like I said, and no offense again… But at this point, a hole is a hole,” he said as he right arm and hand up and over the side of Tyler's massive pregnancy, till his hand found its target: his right breast. “And if said hole keeps me alive a little longer…” he trailed off as he took hold of the huge globe and started to gently fondle it.

“Oooh!” Tyler moaned in pleasured response, though Serse didn't take it that way…

“Does this hurt the bitch?” He asked, seemingly expressing concern for Tyler for the first time ever.

“No…” Frisk said, his voice deeper and already a little bit grittier. “It pleases him.”

“Does it have to?”

“It doesn't have to, but it helps.”

“Then proceed,” Serse allowed as he paced beside the bed, facing the men, intently watching them.

It'd been some time since Tyler had last been touched in a tender or seductive manner. The last time had been back on Glork, back when he had pecs and a waistline, not huge, milk-filled breasts and a belly that now rivaled the size of a small planet.

“I never thought I'd be saying this to a man, let alone you, but you have a fucking amazing rack,” the Captain commended his subordinate as he continued to play with his tit, warm milk running down his fingers to his wrist.

Tyler couldn't help but moan in response. “You really… think so?”

“I really do,” Frisk confirmed. “I've never seen anyone's get so big naturally.”

“That makes, oooh! Two of us…” Tyler cooed. “But I'd hardly call them… natural,” he chuckled before moaning again.

“Maybe not, but fuuuuuck!” The other man grunted as his cock gave an inadvertent twitch between the fat globes it was now doing its best to poke between.

Frisk was surprised but immensely relieved when he belatedly realized he was hard. Like the snake lord he so despised, he too had wondered if he'd literally be up to the task, but thankfully, the answer was yes.

Given the circumstances, he hadn't jerked off once since arriving on Zul, so in a way, it made sense that once an “opportunity” had been presented, he was ready for it. That being said, Frisk wasn't gay. Not in the slightest…

He didn't have a problem with anyone who was, and could care less what anyone did in their bedroom. Thanks to his Starforce training and life experiences in general, the Captain was well versed enough to know that some alien species only had one gender, while others had three or four. As it turned out, his species only had two, most of which (himself included) preferred the opposite gender, but again, desperate times call for desperate measures.

Still, the Captain tried not to look at his subordinate, worried if he did that he'd be reminded that he was well, a he… Tyler wasn't a bad looking guy, even he could admit that, but he was still a guy. As such, Frisk considered it a good thing that the other man was facing away from him.

But as his right hand continued to grope and play with the other man's giant right breast, which was by a light year, the biggest he'd ever had the pleasure of seeing and/or touching, his cock gave another twitch as he imagined it belonging to a woman. That really did the trick… As soon as he imagined himself being with a woman, almost immediately, the Captain's cock twitched again between Tyler's warm and bulbous, sweat-slickened ass cheeks, his thick shaft working itself deeper between them.

“Oooh, Captain…” Tyler moaned, his masculine voice breaking the older man's reverie but thankfully, not entirely.

“Uh huh…”

“I…”

“Must you please the whore so?” Serse snapped as he stopped pacing and glared at them.

Frisk's cock twitched again, this time in alarm. He'd never had an issue having sex before, but he'd also never had sex with another man before. Even though the circumstances were very extenuating to say the least, now wasn't the time to start having issues.

Smart and evolved as the snake lord considered himself, it was evident he didn't know how the human mating process worked. The truth was that yes, most of the time, the idea was for the sexual experience to be pleasurable. That wasn't the case all of the time, but if and when it could be, it should be, right?

Right. As such, Frisk tried to preserve the mood he'd somehow managed to set.

“I don't have, oooh…” he grunted as he cock sank another inch or so between Tyler's fat cheeks, still not bottoming out thanks to their size. “To, but as I… said,” he continued as he gave the breast in hand a hard squeeze he wasn't able to help, he just had to. “It helps.”

“Then proceed,” the snake lord groaned as he resumed his pacing.

The Captain had had anal sex with a former girlfriend once before, but it'd been awhile. Between that and the whole unexpectedness of the situation, he hadn't considered the need for lube but fortunately, this time, anyway, he didn't have to… Tyler was slick with perspiration, including his deep ass crack and the hole far down at the bottom of it, so by the time the tip of his cock finally found it, it went in with ease.

“Oh, fuuuuuuck…” Frisk moaned as he sank in, squeezing Tyler's bloated tit hard as he did, sending a thick spurt of milk shooting from it.

“Yeeeesss…” the incredibly pregnant human moaned as he was penetrated by something much more enjoyable than the funnel that was constantly shoved down his throat.

Due to how fat Tyler's ass had become, Frisk didn't bottom out. Once he was as deep as he could get at the moment, he held his position as he released his grip on his junior lieutenant's breast and moved it to his belly. Slowly, he traced its warm, slick and turgid curve, then brought his hand to rest on the upper side of Tyler's bulging ass.

The Captain let his fingers graze down and around the mound till they reached the deep crack separating it from its partner. Gently, he worked his hand into the divide and then lifted it, surprised by how heavy it was despite its size.

Once Tyler's cheeks were parted, Frisk slowly pushed forward, sighing in pleasure as he bottomed out, his trim crotch pressing hard against the pregnancy (and obviously, food) fattened mounds, causing them to bulge and push out to the sides, the right up into the air, the left down against the mattress.

“Fuck me, Captain!” Tyler moaned.

The request sounded almost as pathetic as it did sexy to the older man. Though this pairing was unexpected, and the circumstances surrounding it far from ideal, Frisk still found himself incredibly turned on.

Unquestionably, escape remained the ultimate goal, but if they didn't succeed (and they weren't killed as a result,) there were worse fates than becoming Tyler's stud. At least the Captain would have a purpose again, though seeing as his services would only be needed every nine or so months, he'd likely be assigned other duties to earn his keep. He imagined himself also being tasked with caring for, including feeding and further fattening up Serse's bitch, and helping him as the pregnancy progressed. Frisk could and would willingly do all of that if it kept him alive on this damn planet…

He reminded himself again that escape was the goal. The only reason he and Tyler were having sex now was to provide the snake lord with a demonstration of their species’ procreation process, that was all. The fact humans have sex mostly for pleasure didn't matter to the alien. All it cared about were the results: delicious, human veal, so to speak.

He hadn't even realized he'd started but already, the Captain was thrusting. As a result, he and his junior lieutenant were both moaning, groaning and panting, the latter, most especially. Tyler's hole felt amazing, as did the warmth and pressure his huge ass cheeks were putting on the length of Frisk's cock not buried inside it.

As much as he was unexpectedly enjoying the sex, the Captain wasn't enjoying the way Serse was watching them. As such, he decided to pick up the pace. Frisk braced himself on Tyler's widened hip, enjoying how thick and sturdy and warm and rounded it felt in his hand. Much like the rest of the younger man's body, it felt feminine and fertile.

As he thrust harder, the sound of his crotch slapping against Tyler's ass mixed with the sounds of their grunts, moans and groans. Given the sounds he was making, it was evident that Tyler was enjoying the experience as much if not more than the Captain was. Frisk took pleasure in this… If anyone deserved some pleasure, it was Tyler, after all he was putting himself through.

A minute or so later, the older man felt that familiar pressure building at his loins. Taking a firmer hold on Tyler's hip, he really started going to town, slamming into his fat ass with reckless abandon, causing his tits to shake and spurt. Milk shot so far out of Tyler's nipples, some of it hit Serse, who stopped pacing and focused on the conclusion of the humans’ demonstration.

“Oh, gods!” Tyler cried out as he suddenly came, coating the underside of his belly with a copious load.

Frisk was just a second behind him. “Fuuuuck!” He bellowed as he released, body shaking from all the exertion and pleasure.

“It's done?” Serse asked as he stared at them.

The Captain nodded as he slowly pulled out of Tyler.

“How do we know if it worked?”

“Like I said…” Frisk replied as he scooted back. “It didn't work this time,” he reminded. “Next time, I'll take a few weeks before we know if it worked.”

The snake lord groaned. “All this waiting!” He huffed as he shook his head. “Honestly, I'm not sure if it's worth all the hassle!” He shook his head some more as he looked at Tyler, who was gasping on the bed and clutching his belly as the babies lurched, overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensations he was experiencing.

After looking at the humans a little longer, watching as Frisk scrambled off the bed and hurriedly redressed, Serse turned and left. A moment later, just as the Captain had gotten his shirt back on, Sree came back into the room and then the door slammed shut behind her.

“So what did he decide?” She asked quietly, not looking at her friends.

“He didn't,” the Captain replied as he moved in front of Tyler. “You OK?” He asked.

Breasts both still leaking, his breath coming in ragged huffs as he fought to catch it, Tyler nodded. “That was…”

“Quick, I know,” Frisk chuckled. “Usually, I…”

“For what it's… worth, I… still enjoyed it,” Tyler panted.

The Captain nodded. “It was…” he hesitated for a second. “Good. Can I do anything for you?” He asked. “Help you to the bathroom, maybe?”

Tyler shook his head as he closed his eyes. He was too embarrassed to look at the Captain even though he was fully dressed again, unlike him. “I just wanna sleep.”

“Of course.”

“Are you… hungry?” He asked, grunting in surprise as his right nipple suddenly gave another big spurt.

Frisk and Sree looked at each other. The answer was obvious, particularly for the Captain, who'd just exerted a lot more energy than he had in some time. He looked from his engineer to his junior lieutenant and couldn't help but hone his gaze in on his bloated, heaving and leaking breasts. All that milk was going to waste, but he couldn't do anything about it, not without probably getting into trouble if he was found out.

“We can't,” he shook his head.

“Please!” Tyler said as he opened his eyes and looked at him. “Come on… You need to get your strength back!”

“I know, but…”

“Please!” He said again.

Frisk shook his head. “Not until Serse gives us permission. Till then, what you have isn't for us.”

“But I have more than enough!” Tyler protested.

“Yes, but it isn't for us,” Frisk said firmly. “Now let's get some rest,” he said as he headed for his corner.

Tyler sighed. He hated to see his friends continue to suffer, but Frisk was right. While he and all he produced were keeping them alive for now, none of it was meant to benefit them. It was all for Serse and the other Zulians. All being Tyler, his milk, and his unintentionally conceived offspring.