Delicacy, Part 3 - Female Version

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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.

Previous Chapter 

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Wendy passed out halfway through the bucket of slop being forced down her throat. The last thing she remembered was the tip of the funnel being shoved deeper, until she was practically choking on it.

When she came to, she was not sure how much time had passed. She was sprawled awkwardly on the bed, a heavy weight against her. The Zulians were gone. Wendy whined out pain, her belly tight as a drum. She rubbed it desperately, but the pressure was only growing. The mound trembled and shuddered outwards as she grunted in protest. She felt a hand on her arm and glanced up to see Sree beside her, trying to comfort.

“I c-can’t—” Wendy choked.

“Shhhhh,” Sree urged, throwing a frightened look to the door.

But Wendy was tight to bursting, the tension only surging. She was flushed hot, struggling to bear it all. She felt her belly shuttering forward under her grasp.

Everything went black again.

When Wendy came to for the second time, she was curled on her side. Her insides lurched, and she groaned quietly as she opened her eyes. She gasped as she recalled what had transpired, and fumbled, then grunted, and whined.

But the pressure wasn’t as bad anymore. It wasn’t unbearable, like it had been before. Instead, it was just uncomfortable. Wendy looked down at herself. She couldn’t believe how swollen her belly was. She looked as though she was due with child already. She laid her hand against it carefully, and rubbed slow circles against the round expanse. Here she was, a pregnant Spaceforce officer. She supposed she was far beyond the denial side of things. Now her greatest concern was saying alive.

“You’re awake,” said a small voice.

Wendy turned her head to see Sree seated on the floor, not far from the bed, her knees drawn to her chest and arms wrapped about them. To Wendy’s surprise, Frisk was also seated upright, leaning on the wall for support. He looked very weak, but he was conscious.

“How long was I out?” Wendy managed to ask.

“I’m not sure,” said Sree. “Maybe…twelve hours?”

Wendy felt her breathing thinning, her eyes shooting back down to her belly, where it stretched her uniform shirt to the point that the hem was drawn almost to her bulging navel. Her round, pregnant flesh exposed. “W-what was that?” she stammered. “They f-fattened me?” She was truly being treated like an animal. Being groomed like a pig to be slaughtered. She shook with sobs.

Sree hurried back over to her. Wendy didn’t deserve her kindness. Sree stroked her hair. “It will be okay,” she whispered. “We’ll escape. We will find a way out of here.”

The prospect was just too daunting. Wendy tried not to succumb to her tears. “H-how is Frisk?” she managed, pulling away from Sree and shifting her attention to the captain. “Sir? A-are you —?”

“Alive,” Frisk managed, his voice terribly hoarse. Through his eye that wasn’t swollen shut, he was staring at Wendy’s round midsection.

Wendy gave a bitter laugh. “There’s a lot you have to catch up on.” Her stomach heaved. Eyes going wide, Wendy covered her mouth with her hand.

Sree helped her to stand, Wendy clumsy as she tried to adjust to the abrupt shift in her center of gravity. They went into the bathroom, to the toilet, where Wendy sank to her knees and retched, but nothing came up. Somehow she couldn’t purge the contents of her stomach even as her insides tensed and protested its still over-packed state. But at least it wasn’t painful anymore, and at least her skin was no longer prickling from the sheer tension. Wendy just gasped for a while as she leaned there, occasionally heaving. But she produced only spittle. It was like she was not physically able to vomit somehow.

She slumped back on the floor, against the wall, her hands absently rubbing into her belly, desperately rubbing. Only then, did she notice the increased prominence of the bulges on her chest. B-cups had surged up at least to C’s, nipples swollen and bulging hard against the tight cotton hugging her.

Sree helped her stand, Wendy’s heaviness so new and jarring. Wendy moved back into the bedroom, her stride slow and awkward. One of her hands settled on her back, against the new tension there. She didn’t want to be standing, not only because of her fatigue, but because of the strange sensations littering her body. She glanced at the bed. “You should lie down, Captain.”

Frisk looked at the bed, then back at the floor. He shook his head, just slightly. The man seemed broken. Or was he deliberating? In any case, he wasn’t inclined to speak, or wasn’t able. Not yet. Wendy wished there was something they could do for him.

Wendy glanced at Sree. There were dark circles under the engineer’s eyes, her skin pallid from its usual fluorescent glow. It occurred to Wendy that Sree and Frisk had not eaten. After all, there was no reason to fatten them, like Wendy.

“You take the bed, Wendy,” Sree insisted. “You should rest.”

“But you two—”

“You need to gather your strength.” Sree was already pushing Wendy towards the bed, and with her recent balance issues, Wendy had no choice but to allow it. “We’ll need your help. When we escape. So rest. Please.”

Wendy felt guilty to be able to rest with mild comfort on the mattress, but her body felt so awkward, she could hardly bear the thought of sleeping on the hard floor with the pressure in her gut and strain on her back. So she surrendered, easing herself down on the bed. She leaned back, cupping the swell with her hands. She thought she could still feel that frightening pressure, pushing at her flesh, causing it to throb with her breathing. A choking tension, squeezing and suffocating. Her babies growing and stretching her. Wendy’s sleep was restless and littered with these preoccupations. She dreamt of growth; of being fed and fattened like a farm animal. She gasped awake to see sunlight pouring through the windows. It was a new day. She struggled to catch her breath.

Sree was sleeping, curled in the corner on the dusty floor. Frisk was still seated against the wall, his head back and eyes closed, one of his hands gripping his side, as though nursing of pain there.

Wendy looked down at herself. She cringed a little at the memory of what had transpired. And she thought she looked a little bigger again, since falling asleep. But less uncomfortably tight. She trailed her hand over her swell, to find that the skin was softer now, under less strain from food.

It was a bit less awkward to move around, her body feeling a little more natural. She gingerly got off the bed and walked over to the corner, where a water bowl sat. They were being treated like damn animals. But Wendy wasn’t thirsty. She’d had enough fluids force-fed to her the day before. She looked at the scant amounts of water, before crouching down and lifting the bowl, balancing it carefully, despite her precarious center of gravity. Wendy slowly rose, and walked, with the water, over to where Frisk was slumped. Wendy sat down next to him, touching his arm.

Frisk opened his eyes. They were narrow with pain.

“Here,” Wendy urged. “Drink some water.”

For once, Frisk didn’t refuse. The captain allowed the bowl to be brought to his lips, and drank greedily, droplets rolling down his chin. He even lifted his arms, with clear difficulty, joining Wendy in holding the bowl, trying to tip it farther, letting his mouth fill with water until he began to cough, some of it spilling onto his clothes.

“Easy,” Wendy urged.

The door banged open, causing Wendy to jump and Sree to jerk awake. More of the water spilled on Frisk, the bowl emptying. The dish shook in Wendy’s hands as a horde of guards marched into the room, one after the next. Then there was that table again. Wendy’s face flushed as they began to set it up with piles of dishes, perhaps even more than before. Oh god, not again.

“Get up!” one of the lizards snarled with so much force and animosity that Wendy trembled.

Despite her shaking, Wendy somehow managed to get her legs beneath her. She went over to the bed and eased herself down, sitting on the edge, her belly sinking against her thighs. Her nipples tingled, and chose that moment to seep. Wendy looked down at her shirt in embarrassment. And her loins were tingling, though she was oblivious as to why, as she throbbed with heat and her cheeks burned.

“You have two options,” said the same lizard who had spoken before. “Feed yourself — or else, we will do it for you.” The Zulian lifted the cover off one of the dishes.

Both options were unappealing, but Wendy knew which one she preferred. After only a brief hesitation, her hand reached down to the table, fingers wrapping around a plump, gooey morsel of food. She brought it to her lips, and opened wide.

The food felt even heavier than it had yesterday. She tried not to whimper with disgust at what she was doing to herself. Starforce required their officers to be fit and athletic. Experiencing the initial growths of her pregnancy had been disturbing enough for her. But now she was exacerbating things drastically, getting hugely swollen and out of control.

Wendy stuffed herself relentlessly, whimpering as she felt lurches of movement. She wondered what this all was doing to her offspring. Insulating them? Fattening them? Hurting them? She didn’t even want to think about it.

A clawed hand reached down to cup her belly, causing Wendy to freeze up, her skin crawling. The Zulian patted the mound as he surveyed it. His snake tongue flicked over his narrow lips. “More,” he demanded, withdrawing his hand, his eyes still glued to Wendy’s mass. “More!”

Wendy tried to eat faster.

In her periphery, she could see Sree and Frisk staring on in silent horror. But Wendy just kept eating, mechanically, lifting one thing after the next, shoving them into her mouth in an endless cycle. She was already feeling full and weary, her belly growing taut with pressure. Wendy’s hands were covered in food, and so was her face, she suspected. She felt like an utter slob, moaning helplessly as she tried to gobble her way through soft meats, buttery doughs, sweet custards, and everything in between.

“Faster!”

Wendy was working as quickly as her arms and jaw allowed, rapidly enough that she barely managed not to choke. She yelped is the latest morsel was slapped out of her hand. Several lizards grabbed her arms and legs, forcing her back on the bed.

“Nrrghhhh…” Her belly was flushed and sweaty, throbbing and aching, completely overpacked. “No—gnhhhh…” She watched on helplessly as a large bucket was lifted from beneath the table, and the familiar funnel was shoved into her mouth. The lizard in charge forcefully pulled Wendy’s head back, then came the onslaught of greasy substance, filling her mouth, as she gulped helplessly.

With every swallow, her body seemed to tighten, silent tears rolling down her cheeks as the tension grew and grew, her flesh tingling. She started to choke at one point, her back shuddering as her belly jerked out with force. But her captors just shoved her harder against the bed, and continued to feed her, continued to pump the substance down her throat. It felt like pure fat, stretching her tighter.

They got her to consume the whole bucket this time. When it was finished, she could no longer bear it. Goo and saliva rolled down her chin. Her face was red, veins rising on her forehead. She couldn’t help arching her back, her belly so tight and pressurized, violently trembling as it visibly advanced and swelled. “Nghhhh…god…what did you do?” Wendy grunted out as the lizards watched on in fascination. She panted heavily but couldn’t seem to catch her breath. “Errggghhhh….mghhhh…my babies!” She was going to burst right open. There was another violent jerk. She screamed out, clutching her belly. A sharp pain. Her vision blurred.

Then there was blackness.

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She came in and out of consciousness. Whining, drooling, gasping. She didn’t know how long this went on before she was fully awake again.

She averted her eyes from Frisk and Sree, too ashamed to face them, too disgusted with herself. She looked due with triplets. And god, she was still growing. She panted as she felt her skin pressing forward under the relentless pressure inside her.

The door opened and Serse strolled in with a full entourage of guards. “You’re awake,” the ruler said with a smug look. “About time I caught you conscious. You humans are quite feeble.”

Wendy hung her head, barely having the energy or the will for this interaction.

“My, have you changed, and in just a few days.”

Wendy tugged at her uniform, which barely served as a belly shirt by then. Her breasts had swollen at least to D’s, and a steady trail of milk was seeping from her nipples, rolling down her torso.

“What is this fluid?” Serse asked one of her guards.

“Feed for the offssspring,” the guard returned. “It’sss a mammalian thing.”

“Curious,” said Serse. He walked forward, Wendy jerking to look up at him, just as Serse reached down, trailing one clawed finger at the junction between Wendy’s breast and belly. Serse lifted a droplet of milk, then brought his finger to his lips and tasted it. His expression was thoughtful.

Wendy’s stomach lurched. Visibly. She groaned, her children writhing. She watched in morbid fascination as her own flesh shifted and bulged in places. She clutched at it, face flushed, panting like a dog.

“Now you look like a proper breeder,” Serse noted. “Look at how we’ve improved you, a mother in all your glory. A proper pregnant bitch.”

Wendy looked away, ashamed and mortified.

“Maybe we should breed you again,” Serse mused. “Seems a waste not to save anything. Tell me, how did you get this way, human? What species did this to you?”

Wendy said nothing.

Serse lightly patted Wendy’s belly. “We will see ssoon enough.”