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Summary: After being abducted by aliens, Wendy, 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 Wendy goes into labor a week before the feast, and the babies want out. Knowing  that the moment she gives birth, she will be of no value to the alien captors, Wendy struggles to contain the children, all while plotting an  (increasingly hopeless) escape. Contains: Female: belly expansion, breast expansion, butt expansion, and more.

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The garb had been torn a few days ago in Serse’s haste to get under Wendy’s shirt. Wendy was back in her straining officer uniform, which was rendered a crop shirt, in that it only managed to cover her breasts, though an inch or two of her under-breast flesh was bulging out under the hem. Her belly, meanwhile, protruded completely out in the open, bare, obtrusive, and unavoidable. The mound was a massive dome, wider than the rest of her. It was so big and heavy, she felt exhausted just standing.

That day Wendy found herself on display again, standing amongst a dozen or so Zulians as they conversed, dined, and surveyed her. Wendy was shown off as she struggled to remain standing, her body trembling and her abdomen heaving with her thin breathing.

Her insides were churning continuously. Where those her children? With the relentless, squirming movement, as though there just wasn’t enough room anymore. Undoubtedly they were plump and lethargic from being overfed so consistently. She didn’t know what she was going to do. Gods, she was worried.

“Didn’t I tell you this one would keep growing?” Serse said to one of the men in his company.

“Perhapss we underestimate humansss. Thiss one has quite the capacity to sstretch,” another Zulian responded.

“Its hunger is relentlesss,” said Serse smugly. “Shows up pregnant with a full litter, and just on the cussp of the feast. Then it fattens itself like a murspig. You cannot tell me this is not a gift from the gods.”

Wendy was out of it, panting and sweating as the room seemed to spin around her. Her back was aching, her belly tight and tense. Her nipples were stinging, breasts engorged. Her hips and backside had continued to swell in recent days, the bottom of her uniform stretched yet barely pulling up enough to cover her ass crack. It was tied to her by a piece of rope, but even that was reaching the end of its capacity to contain her swelling form.

Wendy didn’t even notice the approach of the Zulian, but yelped as she was shoved into a seat, her belly crashing against her, knocking the air out of her lungs and leaving her insides ricocheting. It stirred up forceful, squirming movement that left her groaning and wheezing. Her legs fumbled, trying to get herself seated more upright, with less of her weight against her torso. She wanted to shift it more towards her lap but couldn’t seem to get her footing, too disoriented and exhausted. She could see her flesh shifting, bulging and changing shape.

Before she could gather her composure, the familiar funnel was being shoved into her mouth. They began to force-feed her, but it was hardly forcing. Even despite her breathless discomfort, her shaking hands clutched at the funnel, pulling it deeper as she took long sucks, drinking as much as she could. Because as usual, she felt as though she was starving.

Lately Wendy was saying awake longer, and was able to endure greater feedings. She no

longer completely passed out after one bucket. She was better at swallowing, getting it all down fast and efficiently. She was no longer choking like she used to. She was accustomed to being full and tight, painfully tight, feeling her womb and skin stretch to their limits and beyond them. She could feel her babies growing, lurching and swelling as she pumped them with fat. She could feel her breasts getting even more engorged, swelling and tightening until her coke cap-sized nipples started to squirt.

“That’s a good bitch,” Serse said as Wendy continued to desperately consume. Serse patted Wendy’s bulging midsection, causing Wendy to groan, and cough, but she quickly went back to drinking. “I think she likes it.”

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Wendy’s vision blurred in and out as she was dragged back to her quarters. Then she was slumped in bed, her thighs spread as wide as they could go, belly perched between them, resting on the mattress, as it throbbed and she panted, rubbing what she could reach of it. She whimpered as her fingers connected to a bulge under her navel, where she could feel a baby’s head pressing out, as though seeking exit. She cupped it, panting. “Oh god.” She threw her head back, just struggling to breathe. She was tight and pressurized, but worse, she could feel herself growing. Steadily expanding as she absorbed recent calories, her body hot and sweaty, tense and heaving. She could feel the others watching her, but hardly had energy to acknowledge it. She was just trying to bear it all. Her heart was pounding so hard she felt dizzy.

Sometimes she felt like everything was riding on her. She tried to look out for Frisk and Sree, even when they were stubborn with her. She tried to keep herself, and her babies, alive, by doing what was requested of her. She tried to be obedient, and stay in good standing with the Zulian’s (or as good as it would ever be). At the same time, she tried to deflect attention from her companions, because she was scared someone would notice what little purpose they served here. She didn’t want Sree and Frisk to end up dead like all the others.

But Wendy, herself, was on borrowed time. There was only so much growth she could take. And there was only so long that she could contain these babies.

She was spending a lot of time in Serse’s quarters lately. The leader seemed practically addicted to Wendy’s milk, attacking Wendy’s breasts the moment he saw her. Serse fed at least daily, sometimes more.

“Ohhhh…” Wendy whimpered, her hand sliding to her side, where pain spiked for a moment but then mitigated. She just had to hold on a little longer. She was trying so hard. She felt like Frisk and Sree didn’t even appreciate what she was doing. But could she blame them? They were literally starving. They were running out of time, same as her.

It took a while for her pulsing body and racing heart to calm down enough for her to fall asleep. But even then, she was restless.

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Wendy awoke in the middle of the night to pain, her hands scrabbling at her shirt. She was so fucking engorged somehow. She pulled the hem up with her shaking fingers, releasing a shuddering breath as both of her nipples squirted. Tears ran down her cheeks as she fidgeted and whined, the combined discomfort between her chest and belly making the thought of sleep unbearable.

The lights turned on. Wendy looked up to see Sree standing near the light switch by the door. Even despite being watched, Wendy’s hands continued to move, seeking out some sort of relief. She squeezed is one of her nipples, grunting as milk sprayed forcefully outward, but then the stream declined to a trickle.

“W-Wendy?” Sree stammered, looking astonished.

Frisk was awake and he was also staring as Wendy fidgeted on the bed. Wendy’s back was arched as she tried to make as much room for her breasts as she could; they were just so full and uncomfortable. Her skin was flushed, body pouring sweat. “Ngggghhhhh!” she groaned as her breasts bounced with a sudden bout of tension, her mounds bloating visibly. She was just producing so much milk!

Wendy was sobbing by then, her nipples dark and huge. “P-please,” she pleaded. “C-can’t — I can’t take anymore. S-so full…” Her breasts had rapidly grown to the size of cantaloupes, and were only getting larger.

For a moment, there was only stunned silence. Sree looked as though she was panicking.

But then Frisk stood. He hesitated, then tentatively approached. Finally, he seemed to form a decision, because he walked right over to the bed, leaned down over Wendy, and closed his lips over Wendy’s left nipple.

Wendy’s eyes went wide as Frisk’s dropped closed as he sucked, and Wendy groaned out, unconsciously taking hold of Frisk’s messy hair; pulling him closer, pressing the captain’s face into her breast. “Oh…” Wendy whimpered.

Wendy’s free hand went to her right nipple, desperately fumbling and squeezing, even giving a tug. She yelped. The milk output wasn’t substantial. The milk continued to accumulate with heat and weight, her face twisting in agony.

Sree hurried over. She pushed Wendy’s hands aside and closed in on Wendy’s right nipple, causing a wheezy noise to escape Wendy’s throat. Wendy clutched both their heads as they nursed from her, strongly nursed, her head dropping back as the pressure stabilized. “Fuck…thank you…” she breathed, far past the point of humiliated. She couldn’t believe the things she had to do to endure the continuing transformation of her body. But as devastating as becoming pregnant had been, it had kept them alive up to this point. “Thank you so much.”

That night, they all found some form of relief.

-

“I found something,” Frisk said in the early hours of the morning. He spoke in a whisper, the three of them perched about on Wendy’s bed. “There’s a hidden grate in the back of the bathroom. You can feel it through the plaster on the wall. It’s narrow, but I lost weight.” He sounded a bit wry despite his monotone. It was true that he had grown terribly thin. “Once I get out, I can circle back and find this bedroom. I’ll unlock the door and let you guys out. It’ll be at night, and there won’t be any commotion. They won’t notice a thing till we’re long gone. The only delay might be navigating the building.”

“I can give you directions,” said Wendy, who had seen more of the building than the others. “It’s not too complicated. This building just has a couple of wings.”

Frisk nodded. “Perfect.”

“I feel a bit stronger,” Sree mused aloud, looking at Wendy. “And stupidly hopeful because of it. But maybe…maybe this could work.”

“But how do we get home?” Not that Wendy was certain what counted as “home” anymore. She absently rubbed the front of her huge abdomen. The prospect of escape sounded daunting, given her condition. But she had to try. They were all working against some detriment. Frisk and Sree were half-starved. She was massively pregnant. But they had to try.

Frisk said, “This is a little-known fact, but when Federation officers earn the rank of captain, they forfeit the luxury of privacy. I have a chip in my brainstem. It allows for certain, cybernetic, functions. There’s something in this atmosphere blocking external transmissions, but if we can get far enough away, I should be able to send a distress signal.”

“We would need to get off-planet,” said Sree.

“We would need to find a ship, or even a pod,” Frisk agreed.

It wasn’t going to be easy. Wendy pressed her lips and stared off.

-

It was getting harder just to walk. She had the biggest pregnant belly she had ever seen or imagined. She thought it resembled a beach ball by then.

She waddled heavily, clutching what she could of her belly, while using her free hand to grip onto whatever wall or fixture she could find. Though admittedly most of her time was spent in bed lately. A simple trip across the building would leave her winded and gasping, her body pouring sweat. Once, when she was being escorted to see Serse, she’d nearly toppled. So maybe Wendy should not have been surprised when the ruler came by one day rather than having Wendy summoned.

It was unexpectedly generous, yet born of self-indulgence. Without prelude, Serse went to the bed, climbed into Wendy’s arms, shoved Wendy’s shirt aside, and latched on without hesitation. He sucked greedily, his clawed hands even clutching and squeezing, forcing more milk into his mouth. Wendy grunted and squirmed as Serse fed from her. Wendy could feel her companions watching, staring uneasily at the display usually reserved to Serse’s private quarters.

When it was over, Serse stood back, licked his lips, then wiped his mouth. He strolled off without concern. Wendy was left slumped and gasping, holding her flanks as her children lurched, trying to recover from the onslaught of sensation.

Her attention drifted to Sree and Frisk, as well as the horrified expressions they had donned.

“Nrghhh…” Wendy’s left nipple squirted, even despite having just been drained. Maybe something about her companions’ gaunt faces was fueling her, telling her this session wasn’t over yet. “Go ahead,” she invited breathlessly. She was capable of feeding, so they might as well. The Zulians treated her as little more than a meal. They might as well take advantage. Use it as a strength.

But Sree stepped back and Frisk shook his head.

“Please…” Wendy whined, gasping. Another squirt. “You have to keep up your strength.”

“It’s not for us,” Frisk responded, Sree leaning against the wall looking frightened. They wanted to avoid any conflict with Serse. After all, Wendy was the snake Lords personal banquet.

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