Delicacy Pt. 7

Poor, poor Tyler...

Delicacy

Part 7

“I… I don’t fit?”

Tyler couldn’t believe what he was saying. He was big, but he couldn’t be that big?!

And yet he was. He didn’t fit into the elevator. More accurately, his belly didn’t, too wide to fit through the door.

If he couldn't get into the elevator, Tyler couldn't get up to the roof, but did that even matter? If he couldn't get into an elevator, there was no way he was going to get into a pod! In short, close as he'd come and impossible as it had seen (and sure as hell felt,) Tyler now couldn't escape.

His friends stared at him in wide-eyed disbelief for several moments before the Captain forced himself back to reality with a shake of his head.

“Nonsense!” He chuckled as he offered his left hand.

Tyler reached for it, having to stretch his arm out to a painful degree before he was able to get and maintain a strong enough grip. Somehow, it wasn't till that moment he realized his belly now just about outspanned his reach, but of course it did… He'd had to wriggle it through the bedroom door and it didn't look like any amount of wriggling was going to get it into the elevator.

Gods, he was huge! So damn huge, had HE been able to fly and had it not been packed full of babies, Frisk and Sree could've made their escape in his belly, with room to spare!

“The other one too,” the Captain said quietly with what he meant to be a reassuring nod and smile. “Don't worry… We'll get you in.”

Tyler wasn't so sure. His belly was already uncomfortably wedged into the opening, so when Frisk pulled, he grunted. When despite his best and strongest efforts, he realized no progress was being made, he pulled harder, which didn't work either, forcing him to change his tactics.

Frisk still pulled just as hard, but first with only his left hand, then only his right, trying to shimmy Tyler in. But as the laboring younger man had already predicted, this didn't work either, at least not enough before the Captain had to stop. He managed to eek another couple inches of Tyler's pregnancy into the elevator before the pressure doing so created became too much to handle.

“Stop! Stop! Please!” Tyler quietly cried out, the added pressure and strain making it feel like one more pull would get him into the elevator, but only because it would've caused his belly to burst!

“Come on, Tyler… We can do this! We have to!” The Captain said through tightly clenched teeth as he readied to give his next pull. “I know this is a little uncomfortable, but we just need to…”

“No!!!” Tyler whisper-hissed. “Stop!” He begged as he shook his hands, indicating he wanted them to be released. “Please!”

With a quiet groan of frustration, Frisk did as his junior lieutenant requested, while Sree continued to frantically push the “door open” button so the elevator's alarm wouldn't sound. As soon as Tyler's hands were released, they flew to the door frame for support and then so he could hopefully unwedge himself.

With another series of quiet grunts and a lot of effort he was barely able to give, Tyler freed himself and stumbled back. He panted and sobbed as he tottered over to the closest wall and leaned back against it.

What the hell were they going to do now?! He wondered, even though the truth was, he already knew.

“Shh! It's OK!” Frisk quietly calmed as he stepped out of the elevator and gently placed his hands on the bulging sides of Tyler's belly, having to spread his arms wider than his shoulders in order to do so. “Don't worry… We'll find another way,” he nodded as he hurriedly looked around. “There's gotta be stairs around here?” He said as he frantically continued to look. “They won't be easy for you, but…”

“No,” Tyler shook his head. “We don't have time to look and even if we find them, I highly doubt I'd be able to make it to the roof,” he shook his head some more. “Even if I did, I wouldn't fit in a pod!”

“You don't know that!”

He grunted as he looked up at the other man. “Seriously, Captain..? I'm too big for a damn elevator!”

“There must be a cargo elevator somewhere!” The Captain realized. “You can stay here with Sree while I…”

“No, Sir!” Tyler cut him off. “You and Sree need to take this elevator and…”

“We're not leaving you, Tyler!” Sree protested.

“Just send help back. I, nnngggh…” he groaned, jaw clenching as he clutched what he could of his belly, which wasn't enough to offer it hardly any support.

His touch also did nothing to soothe its many occupants. All of a sudden, Tyler's belly violently quaked and jerked, leaving him gagging. Even upright, he now felt squished by it, like the babies were taking up each and every bit of space inside, leaving none for his stomach or other organs as they made their final preparations to enter this terrible world.

“Come on, Tyler!” Sree tried again, but he wasn't having it.

Sree and Frisk needed to go, and they needed to go now. Obviously, he was going to have to make them…

“GOOOO!!!” He suddenly screamed loudly, causing his friends to throw worried looks of panic down the corridor.

An alien had to have heard. Tyler had intended them to. Since desperate times call for desperate measures, he'd forced his friends to act. Forced them to leave without him. Tyler thought he heard clawed footsteps approaching but couldn't be sure while being in so much pain and his pulse pounding so loudly in his ears.

As he took in ragged breaths he couldn't keep in for more than a second, his throat burned. Tyler's belly jerked and squeezed again, like it was an entity of its own, which it was, having come to be far bigger than the rest of him. Each time it involuntarily moved, it made him want to keel over.

“Please, guys…” he huskily begged, tears and sweat running down his cheeks.

If the Zuls didn’t first, he was sure these contractions were going to kill him. Belatedly, Tyler realized there was no way he was going to be able to deliver these huge babies. No way! One way or another, his death was now certain, but Frisk and Sree still had a chance, and he wanted them to take it.

“Please… go!”

Frisk and Sree looked at one another. Neither wanted to admit it, but they knew they had to. Their captors had already killed every other member of their crew and now, Tyler’s fate was all but sealed. To hesitate any more would be a death sentence for them as well, when they might still be able to escape?

“We’ll send help as soon as we can,” Frisk promised. He sounded sincere, but he looked unsure and almost mournful, like he already knew he wasn’t going to be able to keep his word, or maybe at least not in time.

Like her fecund friend, Sree started to sob. “Oh, Tyler…”

“Errrgggghhh!” was the only response he was able to manage as he clutched his belly as tight as it itself was.

In just the last couple of minutes, it seemed to have grown even more, probably from all the babies pushing out and stretching against their confines after having been extra squished. Tyler felt like he was seconds away from being able to hold them in any longer… It felt like his belly was either about to break free from him or burst, leaving him only able to give a jerky series of nods as he squeezed his eyes shut.

Sree rushed over and embraced what she could of his sweaty, closest side. Still sobbing, she pulled back, her clumsy feet thumping against the elevator floor as she hurried back on.

Still cradling Tyler’s belly in his arms, the Captain smiled down at him. “Don’t worry,” he said again. “I promise you’ll be OK,” he said with a resolute nod before pulling back and getting back onto the elevator as well.

As soon as he was fully on, he repeatedly pressed the button to close the door. As it shut, he stared out at his junior lieutenant and at the very last second before it closed, gave him one more nod, a smile, and a wink.

And with that, his only remaining friends were gone. Tyler was alone. Relatively speaking, anyway, and only for the moment…

“Haaa! Haaa! Hooooo!” He finally allowed himself to loudly pant since keeping quiet wasn’t an issue anymore.

As he awaited his inevitable discovery and capture, Tyler realized his ass felt weird… Like his belly, it suddenly felt heavy, and it hurt as well. Tentatively, he reached back… The moment he touched it, he realized that it too had recently swelled up more. Tyler ran his hands over his bigger cheeks, moving them in till they reached his ass crack, which also felt different… It felt wider, like the fattened mounds surrounding it were spreading further apart.

With a long, loud grunt of effort, he turned, slowly shifting his exhausted, aching body so his pregnancy was pressed against the wall instead of his back. Tyler needed every and any bit of support he could get. His heart pounded and burned, feeling like it too was close to bursting from the strain of everything.

Seeing as there was no reason not to and every reason to, Tyler started to bawl. He’d tried so damn hard,and for what? After everything he’d done, he’d nearly reached his breaking point anyway, and once he did, all would be lost: his life, his babies…

More tears poured down his face as he wondered what was going to end up killing him: those damn snakes, these horrible contractions, or his certain to be fruitless attempt to “naturally” bring his children into this world for an assuredly brief period of time?

There were for sure footsteps now… They pounded against the ground with haste, the clicking and clacking of clawed feet snapping against the stone floor. When Tyler looked up, he was surrounded by guards, all of whom had their fangs bared as they hissed and glared at him.

“Where are the otherss?” One of them demanded as he looked up and down the corridor, gaze landing on the elevator.

“Check the flight deck!”

Several Zulians headed for the elevator. The first to reach it slammed his scaly palm against the panel several times, obviously annoyed by its delayed arrival.

“The whore iss in distresss!” One of the four guards surrounding Tyler finally noticed.

“Iss it time?!”

“I don’t know, but we musst inform Sserse!”

Tyler screamed in pain and fear as he was grabbed by the arms and suddenly started to be dragged along. The weight of his pregnancy was too much on his torso and shoulders, especially as his feet kept sliding out from under him. Tyler’s belly button burned and his straining skin ached everywhere.

He was sure he was about to rupture. That his whole body was about to split. Now more than ever, he needed the Zulians to be gentle with him. He simply couldn’t take any more of their rough treatment, but with the end now obviously near, would they oblige his request?

“P-please! Be e-easy!” He begged as he choked on snot and tears.

Evidently, the guards didn’t care. They weren’t easy or careful with him anymore. Tyler’s massive belly throbbed and pulsed as he was dragged back down the corridor he’d fought so hard to travel. Now, the tops of his bare feet were the only part of his body in contact with the ground, causing him to wail in pain again.

*****

Everything was veiled in a haze of intense fear and pressure, increasingly powerful pain now spiking regularly, deep within Tyler’s core. His belly continued to throb, the pulses it made now visibly disconcerting.

He was taken into another room he’d never been in before, where he was forced to remain standing. The only thing keeping him upright were the guards at his bulging, heaving flanks, who were both obviously struggling with their job. Somehow, they managed to straighten up and pull it together a little as Serse entered the room and came to a stop in front of them, eyes fixed on Tyler.

“Of course you would aid the other Starforce rodents in fleeing!” He said with more than a hint of wryness as he shook his head. “Oh well… Their presence was merely for your own morale… To keep you alive, eating and growing!” He continued. “Their lives, even the other human’s, are worth less than the pod they stole!”

Though his nose was dripping snot, from somewhere nearby, Tyler smelled the faint earthy aroma of herbs and vegetables stewing, which despite everything, made him start to salivate. How the hell could he still be thinking about and wanting more food at a time like this?!

“I’m sure you understand now why we consider mammals to be amongst the simplest and stupidest of creatures in all the known galaxies, humans especially!” Serse went on. “Ssso sssoft and flesshy… Ssso small-minded!” He hissed as he shook his head. “They must’ve been entirely desperate to allow you, an Earthling, into Starforce!” He scoffed, practically spitting out the last word.

As he struggled to remain upright even with the support of the guards, Tyler whimpered and panted pathetically, tears, sweat, snot and spittle all running down and dripping off his deeply flushed face. Upon the snake lord’s arrival, the room quickly became a flurry of motion, numerous Zulians rushing in, out and all about. What they were doing, Tyler couldn’t tell as Serse had taken all of what remained of his attention.

“You are so dumb and stupid, you chose to waste what little energy you have helping your comrades escape while you yourself were too fat to follow! I’m genuinely surprised you made it as far as you did!” Serse laughed before informing with another sneer, “But if it makes you feel any better, you wouldn’t have fit in the pod they took,” he shook his head. “Your belly is bigger than it! Too full of delicious spawn, since you’re just a stupid, stuffed whore, BEGGING AND PANTING to be bigger!” He finished (for the moment, anyway) as he suddenly stepped forward, not having to move much before Tyler’s belly was within reach.

The laboring human released a high-pitched squeal of surprise as Serse suddenly reached out with both hands and slapped the sides of his monstrously bloated midsection, further heightening its trembles. As he did, Tyler’s knees buckled, causing the guards to both grunt as they too were almost brought down by having to take on even more of his weight.

“You’re worthless to your so-called friends now,” Serse said as he watched his men slowly, painfully and awkwardly bring Tyler back to as close to fully standing as they could. “Your only value now is to us, and only in the form of how you and your plentiful bounty of offspring will feed us!”

Not that he didn’t think so already, but now more than ever, Tyler knew if he’d done anything right over the course of this whole ordeal, it was helping Frisk and Sree escape. He hated to admit it, but he knew Serse was right… His friends weren’t going to come back for him, and probably wouldn’t send help. Even if they did, it would probably be too late.

Realizing he’d fulfilled his mission (with Starforce, anyway) and would soon meet his end, Tyler sniffled and nodded, not disagreeing with anything the snake lord had said as he ran his clawed hands all over and around his flanks.Even though Serse had already made his point, apparently, he really wanted to hit it home, As such, he continued to verbally lay into Tyler…

“Do you fully understand, whore, that by our standards, you are nothing more than an animal we’ve been tending to for consumption?”

Tyler was in the middle of nodding back that yes, unfortunately he did understand that was all he was now, when his belly suddenly forcefully heaved again, causing him to stop nodding and start groaning. He was unable to breathe for the next several seconds, not till his belly somewhat relaxed, seeming to drop a little more in the process.

As he fought to refill his lungs, he panted so hard that his now almost jack-o-lantern sized tits started to wobble and bobble. Even though no one and nothing were touching them at the moment, Tyler’s nipples still ached, though to be fair, EVERY part of him did. The nubs looked and felt larger now as well, more swollen and pronounced than ever before, which really said something after all the growing they too had done.

Tyler’s pelvis was now also painfully tight and full and once again, he felt the intense need to start pushing, but fought through it even as pain of every variety assaulted him. He fumbled again under the burden of his own tremendous weight but to their credit, the guards flanking him continued to keep him upright, if only just barely.

Sad as it was to admit, he was ready for the end. He was ready for everything to be over and done with… Tyler had tried his best, but it hadn’t been enough.

Maybe he really was nothing more than a stupid animal to have ever thought he and his children would actually survive all this? As it turned out, Serse agreed with the laboring human’s sad but silent realization…

“To further highlight how incredibly stupid you are, you thought I didn’t know you were in labor, didn’t you?” He sneered as he nodded. “But I knew… It now blatantly shows that your spawn are trying to shove or burst their way right out of you, whore!” He huffed. “As fun as that would undoubtedly be to watch, we can’t have that happen, now can we?”

Couldn’t they, though? Couldn’t they just let that happen? By then, Tyler might have preferred to explode. Everything would be over before he knew what happened but once again, it didn’t seem as if he was going to be so lucky. The sad truth was that luck and the gods, all seemed to have forgotten about him.

He released another loud and long groan, not only from all the tension coming from his bloated midsection and ass, but from having received confirmation the snake lord knew he was in labor and seemingly, also on the verge of bursting. Till then, Serse had done as good of a job (if not better) acting, than Tyler thought he’d been doing but apparently, had not.

The laboring human didn’t know what it was yet, but he knew there had to be a reason Serse had played it so cool and not cut into him yet. Something more was coming.. Whether or not Tyler would be able to handle it too, remained to be determined?

*****

Strange as it was even though it would do him no good, Tyler felt the need to apologize. Not for having tried to escape, because he wasn’t sorry about that, even if he hadn’t succeeded.

No, he felt the strange compulsion to apologize for having messed up the Zuls’ feast. He didn’t know to what degree he had but he was the main course after all, and so much had literally been put into him.

“I’m s-sorry if my… going into labor…” he panted. “Ruined anything?”

“Ruined?!” Serse laughed. “You didn’t ruin anything! Stupid as you are, you actually made things perfect!” He smirked.

“I… I did?”

“Well, not exactly,” the snake lord admitted with a roll of his eyes. “Some guests had to change their travel plans, and the chef had to change the menu, but everything was taken care of.”

Pained as it was, Tyler’s red, sweaty face still managed to register his confusion. Recognizing this, even though he considered the human nothing more than a stupid, sure to be delicious, animal, Serse reasoned it had done such a good job practically preparing itself, that it deserved to know what was going to happen to it. That and he wanted to watch his fattened whore squirm as much as it still could, while it still could.

“You see, the feast was originally to have taken place over a week ago,” Serse explained before going silent and letting what he’d just said sink in.

“O-over a… a w-week ago?!” Tyler repeated, his fear and tear-filled eyes widening as his gaze moved from Serse to down and out at himself.

In that span of time, he and the babies had all grown exponentially given all he’d come to be capable of consuming and containing. Still, had the feast taken place back when it was supposed to, surely they would’ve already grown big enough?!

“So why the…. Delay?” the human asked, already knowing he wasn’t going to like the answer.

“Good question,” the snake lord replied with an almost gentle, seemingly genuine smile. “Why would we delay the feast we have been so looking forward to when you and your spawn were already big enough for all in attendance to greedily feast upon?” He rhetorically questioned, pausing for effect.

“It’s simple…” he eventually continued. “Someone, I can’t remember who, though I really should try as it was such a good idea, commented about how fun, not to mention extra tasty it would be if we feasted while you were in labor!”

Tyler moaned as his eyes widened further still. “B-b-but w-why?”

“A show with dinner is always enjoyable, isn’t it?” Serse snickered. “I believe dinner theater is a thing even on lowly Earth, no?”

Tyler nodded as he sniffed some mucus back into his nose.

“Dinner and a show!” The jovial snake lord reiterated. “And you can’t possibly get any fresher than human tartar!” He laughed. “Well, strictly human only when it comes to you…” he continued. “Who we’ll have to wait to feast upon till after you’ve birthed your plentiful half-blood brood, but even if they’re not the true delicacy we’re all so looking forward to savoring, I’m sure they’ll keep us satisfied till you’ve gotten them all out!” He smirked.

Tyler and his babies were going to be consumed raw, possibly even alive. It was such a barbaric prospect and yet it fit the Zulians nature to such a t, he was surprised he hadn’t considered the possibility sooner.

As he continued to stare at his future meal, Serse snorted and shook his head. “I’m all for fine dining, so hopefully, it won’t take too long before we’re able to move on to you, the main course! Gods… How many do you contain?!” He wondered aloud as he reached out and slapped Tyler’s closest bulging flank as it heaved outward.

The slap almost immediately resulted in Tyler’s mammoth middle contracting yet again. This resulted in Serse smirking and licking his thin lips before concluding his explanation of how Tyler and his brood were going to meet their end.

“Anyway, hence the delay,” he shrugged. “And much to all of our delight, you just kept growing and staying pregnant, so..?” He shrugged again. “But the day has come! Finally, we will feast!”

Tyler wanted to respond. To speak, to scream, to anything, but what? Even if he knew how to respond and what to say, he couldn’t have as his overburdened, just about pushed to the absolute brink body, continued to experience its most intense contraction yet.

All the clenching finally caused his legs to fully give out. The guards dropped lower this time as they struggled to keep him (most importantly, his belly) from hitting the ground. Their task was made all the more difficult as the massive orb suddenly pushed out further in every direction… Somehow, someway, it was inflating and expanding again, right before Tyler and everyone else’s eyes as he released a long, inhumane squeal.

When the contraction/growth spurt ended, Tyler could hardly breathe as he sobbed, making Serse and all the other snakes not too busy supporting him or making his final preparations, smirk, sneer and hiss at him in evident pride and pleasure.

“How much… longer till the… feast?” Tyler asked, not wanting to know any more information and yet still needing to.

“Not much,” Serse shook his head.

“And in… in the meantime?”

“In the meantime, your final preparations will continue to be made, which will include you having your last meal, of course,” he replied. “But first, you need to get cleaned up. Doesn’t a bath sound nice?” He asked before turning to the guards and instructing them, “Take him to the kitchen.”

And with that, the snake lord turned and marched off, leaving his men to do the rest. He had the feast of feasts to prepare himself for, after all.

*****

As soon as Serse left, the guards flanking him tried to get Tyler to move. As the one to his right stepped forward first, forcing him to turn, the laboring human’s legs gave out again, forcing the two aliens to hiss as they once again took the brunt of his massive, ungainly weight.

Three more guards hurried over to assist. One took hold of Tyler’s left leg, grabbing it behind the knee and then under his thigh, while another did the same with his right. The third additional guard moved behind Tyler and took as firm a hold on each of his fattened, sweaty ass cheeks as he could. The guards all hissed and nodded at each other, then after releasing loud grunts, they proceeded to lift Tyler and ever so slowly, awkwardly and carefully, proceed towards another door.

As soon as they entered the next room, that wonderful aroma Tyler had noticed earlier became stronger. They were in the kitchen.

As the motley, overburdened crew entered, everyone working in the area stopped whatever they were doing and stared as most of them got their first look at their upcoming feast. Tyler heard a lot of hisses and saw many forked tongues sticking out to lecherously lick lips, but he could hardly focus as he was moved through the kitchen at a snail’s pace, the guards carrying him all grunting and groaning under his awkward mass.

Eventually, they made it to their destination, a pen of sorts, with a large metal door that opened outward on the right. One of the kitchen Zuls opened and held it while the contingent of strained guards brought Tyler inside and forced him back to as close to standing as he could now get.

As they held him in place, more Zulians entered the pen and started to affix straps around his forcibly raised wrists and ridiculously bloated waist. The latter was the more difficult task given how huge Tyler’s belly had grown, but somehow, the ones assigned to the task managed to get a belt of sorts worked around what remained of his actual waist, and then connected it to strong chains coming out of the walls to either side. Once the straps around his wrists had been secured to chains hanging from the ceiling, all the now breathless and sweaty Zulians stepped back and started to file out.

“Enjoy your last bath!” The last to exit hissed before closing the door behind him and then hitting a few buttons on the panel next to it.

Now, the only thing keeping Tyler upright were the chains. His arms (wrists most especially) and waist ached as they became his main points of support. He couldn’t get over how incredibly huge and heavy he felt or how he could simply no longer support his own mass. He hardly had time to process this before he heard a pop and a hiss and then all of a sudden, he was being pummeled with water from every direction.

Just like an animal, he was being hosed down, washed off, finally made clean, so that soon, he could be eaten. Had the water not been coming from everywhere, including up, nearly drowning him, and had its force not been so damn strong, it probably would’ve felt great to be clean for the first time in a long time, but as it was happening, it didn’t. Tyler tried his best to keep his face out of the flow but no matter which way he turned his head, strong jets of water kept finding their way into his nose and mouth and he started to choke.

Gasping for air he couldn’t seem to find, the choking quickly became worse, allowing more and more water to enter him. The last thing Tyler remembered were his eyes rolling back and then his head falling forward, chin landing between his spread breasts as he passed out, wondering if he’d ever come to again?

*****

Of course, he did. When he did, he looked around and tried to figure out what was going on now? Tyler realized he was on a bed of sorts, his upper body kept partially inclined thanks to its raised back. It reminded him of a hospital bed, but far wider and sturdier than a normal one, to the point it was a little too big even for someone with his absurd dimensions.

As the bed was rolled back through the kitchen, once again, every Zul it passed stopped whatever they were doing to stare. Tyler was wheeled back into the room he’d last seen Serse in and the bed was positioned where he’d last been held upright before getting carried away for his “bath.” As the bed was locked in place, several new snakes filed into the room and this time, none of them were guards…

They were all kitchen staff, four of whom were toting all too familiar buckets of slop, all of which were filled to the brim.

Inexplicably, Tyler was hungry again, but no?! There was NO WAY he could POSSIBLY eat now?!

“No! N-n-no!” He stammered as he shook his head emphatically, sending his wet and leaking breasts into a wobbling tizzy. “Come on, guys…” he pleaded with the Zuls as they formed a line to perform his latest (and apparently, last) feeding. “Please don’t do this! There’s NO WAY I could possibly…”

Before Tyler finished making his (reasonable) plea, he was choking on the funnel as it was shoved in his mouth and down his throat. As soon as it had been secured, the first bucket of slop was raised and tipped into it. The concoction sudden;y pouring rapidly down his forced open gullet, felt thicker and heavier than usual because apparently, Tyler hadn’t been through enough already.

Every gulp he took was excruciating, but he had no choice but to keep taking them. He wanted, no, needed to gag, to puke, but he couldn't. So much was going down, so fast, nothing was able to come back up against it.

It didn't matter anyway… If he gagged or puked, then Tyler really would've started to choke, and highly doubted the Zuls would care, even if it meant their “dinner theater” got canceled. At this point, all they probably cared about was how good he was going to taste. Knowing his end was near and his fate was sealed, morbidly, Tyler couldn't help but wonder the same thing?

Between glugging gulps, he groaned as he felt his belly rapidly getting heavier and fuller as it expanded in every direction, including back, pinning him harder against the bed. Somehow, his skin continued to painfully stretch as his body burned with heat and tension, causing his heart to beat even harder and faster than it already was. At the same time, the babies all thrashed and lurched, creating shivers of movement all over his increasingly taut dermis.

Without a doubt, his end was near. Tyler had tried so hard to keep everyone safe, but he couldn't anymore. It was all just too much. At least his friends had made it out with their lives. Glad as that made him, it made it all the more unfortunate that the same now couldn't be said for him or his children.