Delicacy, Part 2 - Male Version (Patreon)

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Summary: After being abducted by aliens, Tyler, who is  pregnant with multiples, is  fattened relentlessly, to be served as a delicacy at an upcoming holiday feast for alien royalty. Unfortunately, the heavily pregnant Tyler goes into labor a week before the feast, and the babies want out. Knowing that the moment he gives birth, he will  be of no value to the alien captors, Tyler struggles to contain the children, all while plotting an (increasingly hopeless) escape. Contains: Male: pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, butt expansion, and more.

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Several armed men stood in the entryway. “How is it that my men are ssstarving yet the prisonersss are getting fatter? Get up!” one of the Zulians demanded.

Tyler grunted as he was jerked to his feet. The guards paused to inspect him through the darkness for a moment.

Finally, one said, “We take this one to the palace.”

“No!” Tyler protested as he was dragged through the cell door. “Not without my friends!”

Again they paused, this time regarding the crumpled forms of Frisk, Fah, and Sreemun on the floor of the cell. Their dirty faces looked ghostly as they gazed up at Tyler and the lizard people who flanked him, their eyes ranging from terrified to disoriented. Fah looked as though he might prefer to stay in the cell.

“Take them,” the same guard growled. He seemed to be in charge of the others but Tyler could find no features or adornments to distinguish him. Then the guards were dragging him again, and Tyler could hear them dragging the others as well, behind him. Once they emerged from the prison, the sunlight was painfully bright, Tyler wincing against it as his eyes burned and watered despite their dryness. He was shoved onto a crude wooden cart, barely managing to avoid landing against his belly. His colleagues were shoved on after him, then the cart was moving against the dry earth, as a spindly beast with skin the color of tar began to drag them away. In the distance was an expansive building that hovered over a dusty city. It was as crude as everything else on that world, the architecture simplistic and uneven. Tyler would not have considered it a palace, but… That had to be it, right?

The road was bumpy, but Tyler still managed to doze against the rough, splintered wood on which he lay. He was just so weary. When the cart came to a jerky halt, Tyler gasped awake to find that it was nightfall. He looked at the others, who were huddled and shivering. The captain had fallen unconscious again.

The back of the wagon was pulled down, scaly hands grabbing at Tyler’s limbs, dragging him down to the earth. He didn’t have the energy to resist as he was ushered through broad wooden doors, then a variety of wide corridors, to eventually be dumped in a large room that actually had a…bed, to his intrigue. It was a very simplistic bedroom, perhaps even a little dirty, or at least not lived in. The air smelled stale, and the sheets that adorned the bed were worn, even torn in places. Tyler jerked around to face the door as his comrades were shoved in after him.

The door shut again, and the small group was back to being alone. Tyler could not say this new location was much of an improvement. He leaned his weary body back against the far wall, crossing his arms over his abdomen, trying to figure out what these developments meant.

It was warmer. That was something of note. The air was actually quite hot, yet fresher somehow. Dusty yes, but it didn’t stink of mold.

Sree had crept up to her feet. In a show of more courage than Tyler could have hoped to muster himself, Sree went over to a door that Tyler only noticed as Sree pushed it open. She disappeared into another room, Tyler just staring as the door swung closed behind her. But then Sree returned not a moment later. “A water closet,” she hissed quietly.

Really? An actual bathroom?

Now Sree, pale and bony as she was, crept over to the door through which they had been brought into the room. She slowly turned the knob. It was open! But just as Sree steadily began to properly test it, the door swung back, causing her to stumble. She managed not to lose her balance, but then she quickly scurried back, sinking down into a corner, as though in hopes of disappearing somehow.

Someone entered. Guards, several of them, but a somewhat different Zulian accompanied them. He was dressed in clothes that were clean and flowing. He also looked less gaunt than the rest of his people, which made Tyler realize that it wasn’t their natural appearance. Like the other Zulians, he had a flat face and vertical slits for nostrils. Occasionally his tongue peeked out, tip split like a snake’s. His skin was pale green, his fingernails the same color but darker, and he stood on two feet like the others, but moved with a grace that seemed almost human.

This one spoke better English than the others as well.

“I am Lord Serse,” he informed calmly. “I rule this planet upon which you invaders landed with no clearance or identification.”

“Lies,” said Fah. He was shaking with indignation, his despair taking hold of his tongue. “We are Starforce. You sent a beacon. You t-tricked us. K-killed our men.”

“Silence,” said Serse.

Before Tyler even registered it, one of the Zulian guards lifted his laser gun, and with hardly a noise, Fah was dead. His body dropped with his last wheeze. Tyler could only stare, his mouth ajar at the horror of seeing his ally die right in front of him.

“As I was saying,” Serse went on. “Your presence on my planet was neither requested nor welcomed. However, I have been made aware of a development.” His yellow eyes moved directly to Tyler, then shifted to his stomach. Drinking it in. Tyler could hardly swallow against the knot in his throat. “You are with child.”

Tyler couldn’t even respond, he was too terrified. He opened his mouth but words failed him. Finally, after what felt like far too long, he managed the slightest of nods. All the while, Serse stared intently.

“You are a human male?”

“Yes,” Tyler managed the single syllable but it was more like a croak.

“Male pregnancy is extremely rare, as I’m sure you know. There is a reason for the genders. And for mammals such as yourself, it is more like myth. Yess…”

Tyler was trying not to shake. Serse’s eyes had not deviated from his midsection.

“The great feast approaches rapidly. It is our greatest celebration of the decade. And you show up on our doorstep, just in time. Indeed, this was fate. Humans are quite the delicacy in these parts. To have a pregnant male is the most unique of fortunes. Yes, this will be the most indulgent, the most sacred meal. You claim our planet is dying but the gods have not forgotten us. This is the most blatant of offerings, for you to arrive while you claim our land is barren. Do you not understand?” He actually released a wispy laugh, his lips curling more than they should have been able to.

His eyes finally lifted, doing a slow lap over Tyler’s body. Without saying anything more, Serse turned and left, his posse marching after him. The door slammed shut in their wake.

Tyler’s knees could no longer support him. He felt them hitting the floor hard. Then he just sat there, his only company being Frisk’s sprawled form, Fah’s dead body, and the sound of Sree sniffling on the opposite side of the room. Perhaps Sree was crying because she was reacquainted with just how expendable they all were. At least she wasn’t guaranteed to be eaten. The Zulians had expressed no interest in eating any of the others, just Tyler. The human. Tyler’s best hope was a quick death, rather than something likelier, something slow and torturous. “When did he say the feast was?” he rasped. He turned to look at Sree, but she had no answers.

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Tyler didn’t know when he managed to doze off, but he was jerked awake by the sound of the door banging violently open. As several Zulian guards marched into the room, Tyler found himself scrambling back. They were coming straight towards him.

“No!” He struggled as they took hold of his arms and hefted him up. Was it time already? It couldn’t have even been a day since they had arrived at the palace.

But they weren’t dragging him out. To his surprise, he was being pulled towards the bed. He started to panic all over again. This — this was wrong. Sreemun stared on in silent horror as Tyler was pushed against the squeaking mattress, propped up against the headboard and a thin pillow there. The four guards held his limbs as the door opened again behind them, and yet more figures marched in, these once carrying a table and several…dishes?

The medium-sized table was set up beside the bed as several covered food platters were lowered to the table one after the next. An endless stream of the reptiles filtered in, lowering dish after dish, until the table was nearly overflowing. The file of Zulians marched out just as promptly, leaving only the four that held down Tyler’s limbs, as well two others, who stood before the table surveying the feast. Even Tyler could not deny that the aroma was not opposable. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a proper meal. Sree stared on owlishly but stayed tucked in her corner.

One of the snakes uncovered a dish. The other one by the table, who stood closest to Tyler, lifted the dish carefully in his hands. It was a large platter piled with what could have been anything from meats to pastries or dumplings. They were circular mounds covered in a translucent orange sauce. The Zulian raised one of the balls in a bare, clawed hand, and presented it to Tyler’s lips.

Tyler hesitated for barely a moment. He was terrified, but he was also starving. Hunger didn’t facilitate the necessary wariness that should have been employed at the arbitrary presentation of suspicious alien cuisine. And so he opened his mouth wide and took the whole thing in. It was about the size of a golf ball and reminded him of rice and its consistency. The sauce was shockingly salty but he didn’t care. He knew that food was in short supply on this planet. Every morsel was an invaluable resource, yet they were being given to him. He swallowed it whole and grimaced at the way his throat ached, unaccustomed to being stretched or employed much lately.

Another clump of food was presented to him, and Tyler took that in as well. He could start to distinguish the nuances in flavor. This wasn’t salt, but perhaps some mineral he had never consumed before. He didn’t care how sharp it tasted, he just wanted to take his fill while he could. Who knew the next time he would eat again.

The food kept coming. Tyler took in morsel after morsel, now taking the time to chew as it had become clear that he was being fed generously. He finished the first dish, then was fed something distinctly meaty. It was soft and fatty; tender enough that he could sink his teeth in. Additionally there were no bones to chew around. Tyler ate greedily, even as he became uncomfortably full. He felt his face heating from the strain and discomfort. He knew that with sustenance came strength. So he forced more food down his throat, even to the point that it was getting painful.

He was already on his fifth dish and getting rather lethargic. Shame though it would be to waste whatever sustenance he was offered, he didn’t think he could continue. What was this, anyway? Why the sudden generosity? Breathless and achy, Tyler tried to pull back to indicate that he didn’t want anymore. Frisk and Sree had yet to eat, after all. But to Tyler’s surprise, his resistance was not accepted. The reptilian being continued to present food to his lips, and when Tyler resisted it, it was shoved into his mouth. He nearly choked the first time this occurred.

His belly felt fuller than it had ever been before, pushing out with the strain of its contents. It gurgled with indigestion as Tyler’s legs twisted, but the aliens kept a firm hold on him. He could hardly breathe. He squirmed and moaned, wanting to voice his protest, but not wanting food to go down the wrong pipe. He grunted as a deep funnel was suddenly pushed into his mouth, and held tightly there, so tight that his lips stretched and ached around it. The Zulian who had formerly been in charge of uncovering the platters came over, now hauling a large bucket he must have gotten from a rack beneath the table. Substance slopped over the edge, something yellow and slimy looking. Tyler’s eyes widened as he realized what the alien intended to do with it. He gave a muffled cry.

The Zulian tipped the bucket towards the funnel. He must have possessed extraordinary strength to be able to maneuver it so easily. Substance poured into the funnel and Tyler’s mouth correspondingly filled. His face twisted when the taste hit him. It was bland but unpleasant, and terribly oily, yet had the consistency of pudding with chunky bits to it as well. It made his gut heave, and he might have retched if more of it wasn’t being forced down his throat. He had little choice but to gulp if he didn’t want to choke.

“We are only getting ssstarted,” hissed the alien that fed him. He licked his thin lips with his snake tongue, and he wasn’t looking at the display of food. He was looking at Tyler’s belly.

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