Delicacy Pt. 13

The end is in sight, or is it?

Delicacy

Part Thirteen

“Etro, proud and loyal son of Anthaus and Ella, brother of Anthro and countless other glorious and renowned Glorkians…” the announcer listed off before pausing for breath and effect. “Let this momentous transition commence!” He shouted socially over the roaring stadium's occupants.

Tyler moaned around the hose as his occupants wriggled and squirmed inside him. As much as he wanted to, he just couldn't stop eating, his so-called “need” really just that. There was only one thing that shocked him more than his incessant hunger…

When Anthro had told him not only was he “famous,” but that he and the babies’ return to Glork was being considered a “celebration,” this overly theatrical, intricate and custom-oriented event, wasn't what he'd been expecting?! With very little to go on, what Tyler had been expecting wasn't remotely close! All this was some “glorious” Glorkian fever dream/nightmare!

Up on the screen, he watched as his naked “mate” slowly turned and looked around the entire stadium, offering his “adoring fans” a gorgeous and obviously proud smile he accompanied with a series of appreciative nods and waves. Etro was actually royalty on his planet… The time had almost come for Tyler to do his part in making Glork (and Earth) proud but for the moment, that honor was unquestionably held solely by Etro.

After appeasing his people, Etro stepped up right behind Tyler and then squatted several inches to make up for the difference in their height. The bulbous tip of his cock poked between the human's enormously fattened ass cheeks as ever so gently, Etro leaned his bulky body forward, mindful as to how much weight and pressure he allowed it to apply. He came to a stop when his mouth was pressed lightly against Tyler's right ear.

“Do not worry, I shall be gentle,” he quietly promised before moving his mouth lower and planting a chaste kiss on his sweaty neck.

And with that kind, concise and genuine assurance, after righting himself and briefly taking his right hand from Tyler's fat cheek to aim himself, the Glork entered the human again in one slow and gentle, yet powerful and fluid movement. He entered the laboring man all the way, till his enormous bull balls were pressed up against the bottom of his

And with that kind, quiet, concise and genuine assurance, after straightening back up and briefly taking his right hand from Tyler's fat right cheek to aim himself, Etro entered one slow and gentle, yet powerful, fluid movement. He entered the laboring human all the way till his enormous bull balls were pressed against the bottom of the wide valley now between his ass cheeks.

Etro stilled himself after bottoming out. As he did, both he and Tyler released deep and guttural, surprisingly content and pleasured (on Tyler's part, anyway,) moans. In Tyler's doing so, unfortunately, the hose fell from his mouth and proceeded to land on the field, somewhere inaccessible to him.

But at the moment, he didn't care. He probably would soon, but the good news right then was that retaking Etro had been no struggle for him whatsoever. Maybe his body had undergone some “incredible alterations” after all?

“Oh gods!” He moaned loudly, this time, mercifully in pleasure, though apparently, it didn't sound like it…

“Are you alright, Tyler?” Etro asked over the screaming and clapping crowd as he gently stroked his ass. “Am I hurting you?”

 Tyler shook his head. “You feel… Incredible!” He moaned again.

“Yes?” Etro asked as he remained still aside from slowly kneading his fingers, and his cock twitching a few times within the looser yet still tight confines of his human “mate's” soon-to-be birth canal.

Tyler released another moan as he laconically nodded. He wanted to say more, to say something, anything, and express to Etro how good he felt despite being fuller than ever before, but words, even a simple “yes,” failed him.

Fortunately, Etro didn't need to hear any words. He knew the time had come for Tyler to finally, really start having their babies…

Pressing a little harder against his cheeks for leverage, he slowly pulled back till only half his cock remained inside Tyler. There, Etro held still again, then even more slowly this time, he pushed all the way back in. He repeated the process several times, pausing between each languid thrust to allow the human to further adjust to his intrusion.

Still unable to speak when he felt his next contraction starting to build, the laboring lieutenant nodded again. He was ready.

Well, as ready as he was ever going to be. Etro properly took that as his cue to really get the supposedly “helpful” transition underway.

After taking a firmer hold on Tyler's ass, he started pistoning his long and thick member in and out of him harder and faster. Etro tightened his grip further as Tyler started rocking back and forth atop his belly, his feet and knees unable to keep him steady on their own anymore. Even though thanks to Etro, he quickly stopped rocking so much, Tyler was now being thrust into with such force that his breasts shook and spurted forcefully as he looked around the stadium in continued disbelief.

He still couldn't believe this turn of events… He couldn't believe all these Glorks were here to not only watch his “transition,” but to watch him (try to) birth Etro's litter.

Tyler also couldn't believe he still had to do that, and continued to worry whether or not he'd be able to because so far, even though this unexpected second sexual pairing with Etro was more enjoyable than expected, he felt so incredibly full, heavy, pressurized and scared.

Something had to give…

*****

Etro had been fucking him with increasing vigor for some five minutes when he felt something shift inside him and this time, it wasn't a baby. As his belly continued to contract at increasingly frequent but still irregular intervals, he'd felt the first baby continue to drop, but this time, what he felt moving wasn't its head…

What Tyler felt now as Etro continued to thrust in and out, felt much more pliable. It felt elastic-like and was quick to descend into and fill the portion of his birth canal his “mate” wasn't already, causing him to groan again in (additional) discomfort.

“Do not… worry,” Etro huffed behind him. “I am getting close.”

“Good!” Tyler huffed back. “‘Cause s-something's happening?!” He half asked, half stated.

“As I… predicted. Are you getting close?”

“Me?!” He huffed again. “How could I… be?! I'm in… labor!” He shouted.

“Yes, but can you get close?” Etro asked. “I've been told… things tend to… work better if we… finish at the same… time,” he informed between thrusts.

“I'm in… labor!” Tyler shouted again. “Surrounded by your people! Gods! I feel like, nnnnnngh!” He grunted. “About to explode, Etro! Fuuuuuuuck!!!”

“From… where?” The Glork asked.

Big mistake, dude. Seriously, BIG!

“WHERE THE FUCK DO… YOU THINK?!” Tyler screamed. “FROM MY ASS, YOU IDIOT!!!”

Did this count as their first fight? Maybe/probably, but now obviously wasn't the time to address the possibility…

“Tyler, remember, I am just… trying to… help,” Etro replied, having the gall to sound slightly annoyed, though to be fair, he was under a good deal of pressure to “perform” as well.

Also to be fair, Tyler wasn't in the most understanding or compassionate of moods.

“Etro…” he said through tightly clenched teeth as the tops of his tits smacked against and around his chin, sending more milk shooting out of them both onto the grass and down the front and sides of his gown-covered belly.

“One moment, Tyler,” Etro replied as he suddenly released the tight hold he had on his right ass cheek.

As soon as he did, Tyler started to roll forward on his pregnancy. Instinctively, his hands shot from it and up into the air, where they failed around in an effort to balance himself.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU… NNNNNGGGGH!!! DOING?!” He roared at Etro, grunting as he rolled further forward on his belly as his “mate” pistoned all the way back into him.

“One moment, Tyler,” Etro repeated as he tightened his grip on the human's left cheek to try and counter his forward momentum.

At the same time, he pulled back, almost all the way out this time, leaving just the bulbous tip of his cock inside Tyler. (Barely) held in that position, he worked his free right hand between the two of them, his crotch and Tyler's ass to be precise. As he thrust forward again, Etro worked his large hand lower and groped around.

Fortunately, even as he pinned his own appendage and forearm between their sweaty bodies with great force, Etro quickly found what he was looking for: Tyler's still raging erection.

“You are… engorged,” he said as he gripped Tyler by Its base and resumed his forceful thrusts.

The human moaned. In all the commotion and so-called “excitement,” he didn't realize he was still erect, but of course he was given all the pressure his prostate was experiencing, especially now that a giant, incredibly thick cock kept pressing and rubbing against it as it went in and out!

“I'm… e-rect!” He breathlessly corrected before he could stop himself.

He was quite the wordsmith, after all. That, and Etro was tightly fisting his dick, right above his full balls, forcing them even closer together.

“You… We,” Etro quickly corrected himself. “Need to… release together.”

“You, yes!” Tyler agreed. “But me?! I…”

“But you are… erect, and your testicles…”

He groaned. “What about them?”

 “They are full,” Etro noted as he moved his fingers to graze over and across Tyler's indeed, taut and bulging scrotum. “It feels as though they… have much to… offer?”

“Yeah, I'm sure they… do!” Tyler nodded before groaning again as the pressure inside him continued to increase. “Nnngggh! But…”

“One more moment, please,” the studly Glork requested as he not only stopped thrusting, but released his grip on the human's package.

“What the hell, Etro?!” The laboring lieutenant cried out. “What're you… doing now?!” He groaned as he looked back up at the monitor for maybe his answer?

Tyler tried to only look at Etro, and not at himself. As he did, he saw the Glorkian raise his right, upturned palm almost to his mouth and then spit into it. Still clueless for the moment as to why, Tyler kept watching as Etro worked his hand back down between them… He grunted and then groaned again as he was thrust back into, then moaned as his package was re-grabbed, this time in a more wet, warm and pleasurable manner.

“Come now, Tyler…” Etro said as he started stroking him while simultaneously leaning back over him till his mouth was right back next to his right ear. “Finish with me,” he encouraged as he gently nibbled on his lobe.

“OoooOooh, gods, yes!” Tyler shakily exhaled.

“We are… close. We can… do this!”

“Oooh, I…” he moaned again as he felt more pressure starting to build not only within him, but now also at his dick, and within his brimming balls.

“Just focus on me,” Etro encouraged as he continued thrusting and nibbling, while adding in some tantalizing licks as well. “Focus on… how good I am making you feel… How good I will… ALWAYS make you feel.”

“I'm, nnngggh!” Tyler groaned as he felt his next contraction starting to build but also, an orgasm. His orgasm. “Trying! Oh gods!” He cried as he threw his head back, nearly knocking Etro in his forehead.

“Yes, that's right!” The Glorkian continued to encourage after he'd adjusted his position so as to avoid any detrimental contact. “We're close!” He nodded as he kept thrusting and stroking. “Be sure to tell me when you actually are, so we… we can…”

“OoooOooh! I'M THERE!!!” Tyler suddenly shouted. “OH GODS, ETRO!!! I'M ABOUT TO…”

The two “mates” positively roared as they released in unison, Etro spilling his obviously potent seed once more far up inside of Tyler as he released his all over the rosy, sweaty and gleaming underside of his overtaxed pregnancy.

It ended up taking slightly longer than expected, but the guys had done it… They'd released together, which according to Etro, was going to help Tyler in the long run.

“Mmmmm! Hmmmm!” Tyler groaned.

“My thoughts, exactly!” Etro grunted back in agreement as he slowed his thrusting, but remained almost fully inside the laboring human for the time being.

“OoooOooh!” Tyler shakily groaned again as he began to come down from his euphoric, orgasm-induced high. “Now what?”

When the handsome, studly Glorkian chuckled back in response, it sounded tired and lazy. “Now, we wait…”

That wasn't the response his human “mate” had been hoping for or expecting…

“We wait?!” He repeated in a loud groan as his internal pressure reached a new and extra painful peak as whatever was filling his birth canal aside from Etro's cock and their first baby's head, seemed to grow deeper, larger and more taut. “How… Nnngggh!” He groaned again. “How long?!” He asked through once again tightly clenched teeth.

“From what I've been told, not much longer,” Etro replied, lazy as matter of factly.

All of a sudden, Tyler grunted and “straightened up” as much as he could, his spine starting to curve right below his pumpkin-sized tits. “Oooh!” He groaned. “Get out, Etro…”

“What?! Why..? I…”

“NOW!!!” He yelled.

“Fine! OK, OK!” The Glorkian relented as he slowly extricated himself.

Once he'd been “emptied,” Tyler sighed in some relief as some of the pressure he was internally experiencing abated. Some, but not enough… Even with the cock responsible for his current predicament no longer within him, he still felt like he was about to explode!

“Fuuuuuuck me!” He exhaled as Etro stepped back.

“Are you…” the Glorkian began to ask.

“No!” Tyler huffed. “I…”

Before he could finish, Tyler felt and heard something snap, and swore it was his hole.

He'd finally burst. No, he'd ruptured and now, he was going to die! At least maybe now, the babies he'd worked so hard to keep safe would be able to survive?

The crowd went insane. Any Glorkian who'd sat back down suddenly sprang to their feet again, all of them apparently unsure as to what had just happened. Everyone quickly stopped cheering and started murmuring almost themselves as they waited to see what happened next?

When Tyler cried out again, they all cheered. He wasn't dead and hopefully, wouldn't end up as such?!

His hole hadn't snapped or torn, nor had any other part of him. What had happened was that finally, the first of his water had broken.

After a brief delay following the audible snap, as he howled again, a warm, sticky and somewhat viscous fluid started shooting out of his now further loosened hole, soaking the field behind his behind but not Etro, who'd smartly gotten out of the blast range just in the nick of time.

Speaking of blasting, as fluid continued to do just that from him, the enormous amount of pressure Tyler had been under quickly dissipated, leaving him moaning and groaning as he let his head drop between his sweaty, heaving and leaking tits. He felt like he was sinking as his belly got smaller. The relief was incredible.

Unfortunately, it was also short-lived.

Not that he'd ever be, but before he was ready for it, Tyler's next contraction hit and right away, it was much stronger than his last. His throat produced a vile squeaking noise, stuck somewhere between screaming and crying. As the contraction squeezed his still massive belly, he felt like if he didn't get the first baby out soon, another one or two might tear right out through his belly button, which was now bulging obscenely, pressing against the gown from beneath it, threatening to tear it as his whole pregnancy shuddered.

“Nooooo!!!” Tyler wailed, somewhat finding his voice. “Ahhh!!!”

Even though it had no “experience,” his body suddenly took over. Even though Tyler had yet to give even half of a single, conscious push, the first baby's huge head suddenly burst right out of his hole. He squealed in pain as the rest of the body left him, mostly shoved through by pressure, but also the fact he just obviously couldn't keep it in him even a moment longer.

Etro hurried back behind him and caught the large baby before it fell the short distance to the ground. The crowd roared, everyone craning to see as Tyler struggled to breathe and his hole to close, more amniotic fluid now leaking from it as it “winked” lazily at the stadium. Tyler's eyes remained open but they didn't really take anything in, too exhausted and pained.

One down, how many still to go? He couldn't help but wonder as his nipples both spurted.

Even though it was almost all he could, Tyler really didn't want to think about it. The good news was, he hardly had time to.

“Oh gods!” He groaned as he felt the second baby being shoved into place. As he did, his heart hammered even harder in his heaving chest, fighting to keep up with all the strain and demand.

“You have bore me my first child, a son, Tyler, and he is beautiful,” Etro said as he came around to show him their extremely plump, presently slimy, lavender skinned newborn.

Tyler turned and looked at the baby. Obviously he knew what it was, but he struggled to process what it/he meant to him? He'd known for some time by then that he contained more babies than could even be counted, but given the “gravity” of his condition and everything he and they'd been through back on Zul, as much as he'd tried (and now almost safe to say, succeeded) to keep them safe, he'd never bonded with them.

Technically, if he decided he wanted to be, Tyler was a father now. Or was he the babies’ mother seeing as he was/would be the one to bear them? He didn't want to think about that either, not now, anyway.

The four medical officers who'd transported him to the “birthing gallery,” all suddenly rushed out onto the field. Two were pushing very large bassinets, sized to hold several large babies, while the other two carried various bags of equipment. As he watched their hasty approach, Tyler could hardly register anything other than his rapidly approaching next contraction and the once again, growing pressure building at his hole.

As such, he barely reacted when one of the officers carrying the bags of equipment crouched down in front of him and proceeded to attach a pump to each of his breasts. Tyler did react (if only by impulse,) when the other officer picked up the hose, wiped it off with a sterile wipe since it'd been on the ground, and then shoved it back into his mouth. As soon as it was in, he started to suck from it again, eyes open all the way, but still not seeing much of anything.

“Yes, Tyler, that's right… eat,” Etro encouraged. “It is important for you to keep your strength up,” he nodded at him as he carefully handed their very chubby firstborn to one of the previously bassinet-wielding officers, so he could be cleaned up and otherwise tended to.

Tyler didn't want to eat and he hated to be encouraged to, but Etro was right… Unexpectedly, he moaned helplessly around the hose, not because he wasn't taking enough in, but because he was seeing now and watching the baby he'd just birthed get carried slightly further away from him.

Needless to say, this surprised him… He still didn't feel any attachment to the newborn, what he felt at the moment was strange that he was no longer inside of him. Relieved too, but still strange nonetheless.

Fortunately, the laboring lieutenant still had many, many babies to think about in that regard. Hopefully, not too many more, but still probably more than he would've liked given how big and tight his belly remained…

*****

Tyler let out a small grunt as the breast pumps came to life and got to work. He was so accustomed to his breasts being sucked from by then, that he didn't miss a single suck from the hose.

As he continued to feed, he felt his belly expanding again as he “willingly” filled the room the water and the first baby had left. As he “refilled” himself, Tyler also felt his next contraction starting to build…

Before he knew what he was doing, he was pushing along with it. It wasn't pleasant, but now that Tyler seemed to have some control over things, he realized it didn't hurt as bad as when he and Etro's first child shot out of him! Still, he moaned around the hose as he bore down, all while of course, continuing to suck.

Etro stepped back behind him but this time, crouched down. “You are doing an excellent job, Tyler,” he commended as he gave his right cheek a gentle pat.

Once again, his “mate” felt like nothing more than an animal. One that not only produced, but put on a show as it did. Go him!

“It is not as bad this time around, is it?” Etro asked.

Because he was still sucking and gulping, all Tyler could do was grunt in response. No, it wasn't as bad, but it wasn't great either. Far from it…

“After you have had a few more of our children, we will have you switch positions,” Etro said as he continued to watch their second born emerge from Tyler's hole, notably slower than the first now that there wasn't quite so much pressure behind it.

That comment the human wanted to question. Between sucking, gulping, trying to breathe, and pushing, all he could do was grunt again, this time in frustration. Sensing his dilemma, the officer removed the hose from his mouth just as Tyler stopped pushing.

“Thank… uuuuurp!” The human half thanked, half belched.

He didn't bother finishing his statement as he took his right hand from his still incredibly tight belly and brought it to his mouth to wipe it. Once he had, he turned and looked back over his shoulder. Tyler couldn't see Etro but at least now, he was talking in his direction.

“Change position?”

 “When the time comes, it will be good for you,” the handsome Glorkian replied.

“I'm not exactly mobile at the moment,” Tyler had to point out, even though that was blatantly obvious.

“The officers and I will help you move to the birthing rack. There, you will be attached and allowed to stand, with its support of course,” Etro said.

Tyler turned and looked to his left. “I assume that's the birthing rack?” He said as he stared at the large contraption that looked more tortuous than anything else.

“It is.”

 He huffed. “It looks so barbaric, and the name certainly doesn't help!”

“Yes, I suppose it is rather simple, crude even,” Etro relented. “But from what I have been told, it helps the birther, who is usually quite tired by the time they transition to it.”

“But how does it help?” Tyler asked.

“Simple… gravity.”

Though he could've been more concise now that his mouth was free (for the moment, anyway,) initially, the laboring human simply grunted again. Birthing rack… And really, gravity? That was the Glorkians answer? They had that back on Earth too! Ugh…

“How many more do I have to have before I make my next transition?” He asked with a roll of his tired eyes.

“If the babies are all similarly sized as the first, three or four should do the trick. The officers and I will decide when it will be time for you to move,” Etro replied evenly as ever, because what did he have to worry about?

Yes, he was also becoming a parent during this auspicious “celebration,” but most of the work fell on Tyler, who shuddered at the thought of having to give birth “three or four” more times in the middle of the field, perched atop his still enormous belly. He shuddered again as he wondered how many times in total he was going to have to give birth?

“How many more do you think there are?” He asked as he looked up at Etro on the screen.

“It is still too soon to say,” he said as he looked from Tyler's ass over to the left and then right bulging sides of his pregnancy. “You are still quite…” he began to say as he came back to center.

“Massive?”

 Etro chuckled. “I was going to say, full.”

“I suppose that's a slightly nicer way of saying it!” Tyler said before letting out another grunt as he felt his next contraction start up. “Here we go again…” he sighed before tucking his chin to his heaving chest and bearing down.

Two pushes later, the second baby started to crown. As he finished pushing along with the clenching of his belly, a red-faced and sweaty Tyler took in several gasps of air. He'd no sooner somewhat replenished his lungs when the medical officer decided it was time for him to replenish his stomach again, and “offered” the laboring human the hose by shoving it back in his mouth without warning.

Of course, Tyler immediately started to suck. Gods, this is insane! He thought to himself as he did.

The moment he swallowed, he felt his belly reinflate. Even though he felt so incredibly tight, now not just internally, but externally as well, like something was constricting him, Tyler continued to suck and gulp. Something was in fact constricting him from the outside… The gown.

By that point, somehow, Tyler had managed to pretty much tune out the crowd. Most of the noise they continued to make only existed in the background now. The noises he continued to make, not so much…

Over the more immediate sounds of his gulps and labored breaths, the laboring lieutenant heard something start to tear. At the same time, the birthing gown became tighter, unsurprisingly, most especially at his belly.

A second later, the tearing grew louder and more intense as the gown gave up its valiant fight and split right up the middle. The moment it was no longer being constricted, Tyler's belly rapidly bloated out even more. Evidently, the birthing gown had been compressing it, but now that it had bitten the dust, his pregnancy was allowed to take on the shape it wanted, which was still round, but now, even less perfectly so.

Its underside had been compressed by the weight the rest of it put against the ground. Without the confines of the gown, which had blown off to either side of Tyler's most enormous mound, it now also bulged outward. As a result, he lost a few inches in height as he wobbled about atop it as it settled.

It barely had before he started pushing again. Tyler groaned as the second baby's head slowly started to exit him, stretching his hole again but thankfully, to a less painful degree compared to the first baby's crowning. As the second baby's head fully emerged and his strained hole was able to relax a bit, Tyler momentarily forgot about the hose and gasped in relief.

Unfortunately, this caused him to choke, both on the hose and the disgusting substance still filling his mouth. The officer in charge of the hose promptly removed it, then reached forward and patted Tyler between the shoulders as he coughed and fought to swallow what remained in his mouth and throat.

“No need to be greedy, Tyler,” Etro chided from behind. “There is plenty of food,” he assured as he gave his bulging ass another pat.

Tyler was too busy coughing and gasping to respond. He may've been very heavily with child, to the point he was vastly outnumbered in his own body, but that didn't mean he appreciated being treated like one. When things settled enough he was finally able to inform Etro of that, Tyler made the mistake of looking at the monitor again. As he caught sight of himself, he froze with his mouth hanging open.

To put it mildly, he looked ridiculous up there on the screen, literally larger than life, which presently, really said something! Tyler might as well have been naked now because massive as it was, the ruined gown only covered his back, which he could care less if people saw. As all the noise the crowd was making suddenly re-registered with him, he cared much more about the fact that everyone could see the giant (relatively speaking and feeling, anyway) head of him and Etro's soon-to-be (hopefully) second born, hanging out of his “closed” yet still gaping asshole!

All of a sudden, but certainly not without reason, people came to mind. Humans to be specific, and to be even more so, his mother, father and Chance. Admittedly, Tyler's present circumstances were extenuating to say the least, but in a way, they were the perfect example of why some humans could be so scared, hateful and worried about “otherworldly experiences.”

Now, Tyler couldn't help but agree with them. He finally understood why some people pined for “simpler times,” or why they preferred to keep their feet planted firmly on the ground of their home planet.

The only full (in more ways than one) human on Glork (to the best of his limited knowledge,) once again felt pressure building within. Another contraction, but at least now, they were productive. With a weary groan, Tyler took his gaze from the screen and faced forward, letting his chin drop back between his tits, which had separated some now that what had remained of the gown wasn't there to constrict them.

After taking in as deep a breath as he could, Tyler bore down hard. He'd already far surpassed how long it had taken to have the first baby, but as long as he had the strength and desire, he wanted to at least try to get the rest of them (however many that ended up being) out of him as soon as possible.

Why? For several reasons, many of which were obvious, though there was one that wasn't so… Serse.

Thankfully, Tyler didn't imagine himself ever seeing or hearing from the snake lord again, but now that he was all too aware of what a spectacle his labor and delivery had turned out to be, he assumed news of it would reach the Zulian and he wanted him to know, not only had he and the babies survived their escape, but that he'd gone on to deliver all of them successfully in (hopefully) much less time than anticipated.

“GAAAAAHHH!!!” Tyler roared with renewed vigor as he pushed, already feeling the second baby's right shoulder starting to work its way out of him.

As his present contraction began to fade, he stopped fully pushing but kept a light yet constant pressure applied as he panted for breath. The last thing he needed was to lose any progress he'd made when he still had countless other babies to get out of him too…

Tyler's next contraction and subsequent push produced more impressive results. After he succeeded in getting the second baby's left shoulder out, Etro did most of the work that remained (for the moment,) carefully taking the baby under the arms and slowly pulling the rest of it out.

Without a doubt, Serse would've been pissed (even more than he surely already was,) and rightfully so because the second baby was just as big as the first, if not slightly bigger, and Tyler had still delivered it (relatively) quickly. Now how many left to go?

Following the second birth, his hole once again repeatedly winked at the crowd as he gasped for breath. Without the hose in his mouth, at least this time he didn't have to worry about choking.

“Another big and handsome boy,” Etro said as he carried their newest baby over for Tyler to “meet.”

The baby was all messy and coated with birthing fluids, but even Tyler had to agree that he was handsome, just like his slightly older brother. He thought about reaching out to touch him, but he didn't, though he did start to wonder if maybe being a father/mother wouldn't be so scary and overwhelming after all?

Now wasn't the time or place to make that very big and important decision though…

“Guess he's a… little too big to say he's… cute, huh?” Tyler chuckled.

“He is big… Maybe even a little bigger than his big brother?” Etro chuckled back. “But since they are so chubby, I think we can still refer to them as cute.”

The human grunted. “They're definitely chubby! Do you think the rest of them will be too?”

 “I see no reason why not.”

 “Are they…” Tyler paused, needing to ask but not necessarily wanting to know. “Bigger than full Glorkian babies?”

Etro nodded as he lightly bounced the second baby in his enormous arms, gauging his weight. “Easily by a few pounds.”

“Damn Zulians!” Tyler rolled his eyes.

His “mate” wasn't a fan of the mention of the other aliens either, though not necessarily for the same reasons. “Do not give them all the credit,” he shook his head. “In my book, you are just as responsible for growing our children to this impressive size.”

“Impressive?!” The laboring (but seemingly not at the moment, as his still packed body seemed to have granted him a period of reprieve) human rolled his eyes again. “Etro, they're fat! Really fucking fat!”

“Our children, or just mine, if that is what you so choose, are not fat,” the handsome, naked Glorkian disagreed. “They are just chubby.”

Tyler disagreed with that. “They're more than… chubby, and that's the Zulians’ fault!” He huffed. “They stuffed me! They purposely fattened the babies and I because they were going to…”

“Again, Tyler, I am aware of all that transpired on Zul,” Etro nodded as he handed the baby over to one of the officers so he could be cleaned and tended to as well. “As such, there is no need to…”

“Yes, there is, because maybe the babies being so big is partially my fault?” Tyler finally conceded with a sigh as he shook his head, causing his still bloated breasts to shake too as they spurted harder into the cups of the pumps. “I…” he sighed again. “I can't say I remember exactly when, but at some point on Zul, something changed and I… I started wanting, no…” he shook his head some more. “Needing to eat! I…”

“Tyler,” Etro cut back in, a little more forcefully this time. “You did nothing wrong,” he shook his head. “You did everything you had to in the moment!” He switched to nodding before continuing, “But more importantly, not only did you survive your ordeal, you have gone on to make me infinitely proud!”

“I… I make you proud?” The human asked in evident surprise.

“You are in the process of doing so right now,” Etro nodded. “Glorkians consider…”

Tyler huffed again before he could stop himself. “Please, Etro! No offense, but I…”

The Glorkian held up his hands in defense. “I know my culture and all of its customs have you a bit overwhelmed, but…”

“A bit?!” Tyler huffed again. “No offense,” he repeated. “But if I don't hear one more thing about your culture or…”

“I think you will not mind to hear this,” Etro cut back in, raising his brows.

“Fine, but that's it!” The human relented. “Whatever you… say next is the last I… wanna hear about whatever Glorkian custom, tradition or… WHATEVER dictates, OK?!”

“I think that is fair,” Etro smirked, chuckled and nodded in response.

He was a smart man, after all. He knew there was always a time and place to push limits, but it was neither at the moment.

“Anyway…” he continued with a sigh of his own. “Us Glorkians consider big babies a good thing. The bigger, the better, in fact,” he nodded.

Tyler grunted. “Well then you must be really proud of me?”

“I am,” Etro nodded before asking, “May I kiss you again?”

 “I'm all gross,” Tyler frowned.

“I am not my freshest at the moment either,” Etro said as he looked down at himself, noting how his upper body, hands and forearms were all covered with dried birthing fluids.

He had a point. Tyler nodded. “You may kiss me again.”

Etro smiled down as he leaned over in front of him, took his sweaty face in his hands and tilted it back slightly. “Thank you,” he said after they'd kissed and he'd pulled back. “You make me very proud.”

“So you keep saying,” the human chuckled then winced as one of the babies still inside him gave a light roll. “Maybe I'll be proud of myself once I'm done, if I ever am?” He sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Do not worry,” Etro smiled. “You will finish.”

 “When?” Tyler groaned. “I've only had two! There are still too many to count and I haven't had another contraction in…” he started to say before groaning again, this time in surprise and maybe even some relief as his belly started to tighten again.

As the pressure within him continued to build, another gush of amniotic fluid shot from his hole. The crowd, which had calmed down some during the previous “intermission” between births, suddenly came to life again, clapping, cheering, and happily waving their flags.

“OoooOooh…” Tyler groaned as his strained, stretched and already overworked and tired abdominal muscles did all they could to start forcing the next baby down and out.

The laboring human didn't want to waste a contraction, but he also didn't want to waste any of his waning energy. Now that he had some experience “under his belt,” Tyler could tell the next baby to be born had yet to descend into his birth canal. Until it did, he didn't see the point in pushing, so he rhythmically breathed through the pressure and pain as he not so patiently waited.

Etro turned to the officer in charge of the hose and gave him a slight nod. The officer nodded back, then stepped forward and pushed the hose between Tyler's lips, finding it quite easy to do so with the human's mouth already open in the shape of an “o” as he huffed and puffed along with the contraction. As soon as the hose was back in place, Tyler sucked deeply from it as he switched to breathing through his nose.

The next contraction hit before his present had fully faded, causing him to grunt in surprise and annoyance. “Eager” as he was to birth the rest of the babies as quickly as possible, back to back contractions were a little more than Tyler would've preferred, but at least they continued to produce results…

The laboring lieutenant moaned around the hose as he felt the third baby drop with some force into his birth canal. He groaned as he felt it rapidly work its way through till the top of its head was pressing against the inside of his aching hole. Following the unexpected intermission after the second baby, all of a sudden, Tyler's beleaguered body was once again just as eager as his brain to rid itself of the rest of its bountiful, half Glorkian contents.

This third time around, it only took Tyler one push before he'd fully expelled the baby's head, which felt just as big as the previous two, but no longer caused his hole to stretch to such a painful degree now that it had been “warmed up.” With Etro back behind him, crouched and ready to catch, over the roar of the crowd, his own gulps, breaths, moans and groans, Tyler pushed as hard and as often as he could, making sure to keep focused on his body so as to continue to work with it and not waste any precious energy (even as he continuously replenished it through the hose.)

In total, it only took Tyler four and a half pushes to get enough of the third baby out before Etro was able to reach forward and do the rest. Even though the births were getting faster and easier, and even though he “kept keeping his energy” thanks to the endless supply of gross sustenance provided by the hose, the laboring human was really starting to feel the effects of his seemingly endless labor and deliveries and his belly had barely gotten any smaller.

After losing three of its inhabitants, big as they were, it looked like it had only shed one. The crowd roared extra loud as Etro announced that he and Tyler's third child was a girl. Like many species, Glorkians preferred sons, but daughters were also appreciated and respected, so Tyler continued to make his “mate” proud.

As he watched Etro show off the latest child to leave him to the crowd, Tyler continued to suck and gulp. While it wasn't tight and bulging at the moment, now, his hole remained quite gaped as it languidly belched out more amniotic fluid. But then all of a sudden, as his next contraction hit, it went from lazily spewing to gushing again, causing Tyler to groan in pained and increasingly defeated anticipation.