Delicacy Pt. 9

The guards who'd been tasked with trying to get his unlubed tits into the cylinders were tasked with trying so again now that they'd been greased. Before they made their second attempt, both went to the nearby sink and thoroughly washed their hands free of the slick jelly, then dried them. 

As they returned to the cart to retrieve and ready their cylinders, more scaly hands found their way to Tyler's increasingly warm breasts, two sets at the bloated base of each. Same as the chef, who remained busy down at the base of Tyler's belly had, the snakes compacted his milk-filled mounds as much as they could and held them steady. 

Tyler noticed something he wished he hadn't… The sharp claws belonging to the Zulians holding his breasts were all dangerously close to coming in contact with them. If just a single one of the forty claws made one wrong move, it would release a deluge of milk, the likes of which had never been seen… 

As they made their second attempt, the guards worked in sync. Both suddenly slammed their cylinders down, forcing a huge grunt out of the laboring lieutenant as his enormous teats both started to enter their confines at a much easier and more rapid rate. 

Also thanks to the jelly, the squelching sound intensified. It was so loud, it almost masked Tyler's hoarse grunts and groans, as well as the sound of his milk spurting as he watched his breasts take on more and more of a cylindrical shape. 

The chef's idea had worked… The jelly's lubricating properties made the process not only easier, but actually possible, as well as slightly less uncomfortable for Tyler, but by no means was it pleasant. 

Thirty or so seconds later, the snakes holding his teats released their grip and the rubber-lined bases of the cylinders took their place, completing the very tight circuit. Tyler released a giant groan as he slowly looked from his left breast to his right. 

He'd already thought them to be (more than) abnormally large, but now, he really did… Now, both towered over him by more than three feet! They were no longer perfectly round, but now almost perfectly filled each cylinder, his distended, erect nipples, just four or so inches from the base of the funnels at the top. 

“Quickly now! Turn the pump on!” The chef instructed as he peered over and around Tyler's belly and saw how quickly what little space remained in the plastic cylinders was filling with milk. 

The snake closest to the cart hurried the rest of the way and then quickly squatted to access the lower shelf. As he did, another brought over the end of the long, singular hose and screwed it into the machine. Once he had, the first flipped a switch and a quiet, electronic hum sounded. 

A moment later, a hissing sound joined the humming. A hiss of air, not a hiss from one of the Zulians, though it sounded eerily similar. 

A few seconds later, Tyler was groaning yet again as the already intense pressure in the cylinders, which were still being held in place by the guards, started to get stronger. He moaned as he watched and felt the tops of his now conical tits and stretched out nipples get sucked upwards, along with the milk that was coating them. 

A moment later, the new pressure released, and everything sagged again, but only for a few seconds. From then on, the pumping process continued, intensifying slightly more each time: pressure and then release, pressure and then release… 

After a few more strong pulls, all the milk Tyler had released while his breasts were being forced into the cylinders, had all been sucked up and into the funnels. For the next few seconds, the cylinders remained relatively milk free but then when the pump gave its next, more intense pull, it finally started working its magic. 

Soon, each pull produced a strong stream of the laboring human's precious milk, which was quickly sucked down the tubes. The pump and all the pressure it created were powerful, almost to a painful degree, but Tyler couldn't deny it felt good to be alleviated of at least some of his burden. 

“Excellent!” The chef said as he continued slathering Tyler's belly, gradually working his hands higher from its taut base and further apart. “Now we need to work quickly but carefully… The bitch'ss productivity continuess to impresss me but we sstill need to be mindful of wasste.”

There were several excited hisses in agreement as everyone awaits his next directive. 

“You two,” the chef said to the guards still holding the cylinders. “Grab the next bucketss and ressume the feeding,” he instructed. 

More slop?! They can't be serious?! Tyler internally agonized. Three more buckets?! There's no way I'll be able to…

“Ooof!” He audibly grunted as the guards released their holds on the cylinders, causing them and his breasts to drop and pull heavily to his sides. 

“And you,” the chef continued, ignoring Tyler's groans as he nodded at one of the snakes who'd helped guide his teats into the cylinders. “Grab more jelly and sstart working on the bitch'ss flankss. We have a lot to cover and ssoon, there will be more!” He grinned before shouting again, “Ssomeone elsse run to the kitchen, grab another cart and load it with as much jelly as you can find! We're going to need it!”

“Please don't!” Tyler begged the guard who'd secured his left tit as he approached with the funnel. “I…”

His latest plea was abruptly cut off as the funnel was shoved into his mouth and down his throat. 

“Nnngggh…” he mournfully moaned through it as he wondered how much more he was going to be able to take?

“Sslow and ssteady now!” The chef reminded as he watched the second bucket get raised and tipped, leaving Tyler no choice but to start glugging again. 

*****

Best he could guess, he'd made it about a quarter of the way through the second bucket of slop when the Zul returned with the second cart loaded with jelly. As he continued to thoroughly coat Tyler's presently contracting, small planet of a belly with the stuff, the chef made sure to keep a watchful eye on the tank he was rapidly filling with his milk. 

It had a capacity of eight gallons, which the human had already “succeeded” in filling about halfway. Just as the chef had hoped and assumed given their size, Tyler's breasts showed no sign of their impressive output slowing or reducing anytime soon. 

The outrageously fecund and fattened human, whose teats were almost too big for “milkers” made for a murspig capable of full production, wasn't able to see how much milk had already been sucked from him. Hell, Tyler could hardly see anything anymore, feeling dizzy and delirious again as he struggled to bear it all. He didn't know it yet but unfortunately, his struggles were truly just getting started…

Unlike the rub down his tits had received, when combined with the pain and pressure from his latest contraction, all the hands now rubbing his belly didn't feel good. On top of that, Tyler soon realized his skin wasn't actually absorbing the jelly… The stuff was just settling on him, coating him and keeping what parts of his body now covered with it from being able to release any heat or sweat. 

As such, his already elevated temperature quickly began to increase as he was slathered with more and more jelly, now including his extremities. Elsewhere, things weren't much better…

Though his breasts were being drained at a rate they'd yet to (continually) achieve, they ached as they were pulled on, both by the pump and the weight of the heavy cylinders suctioned to them. Through blurry, unfocused eyes, Tyler watched as with each increasingly painful gulp he took, his increasingly shiny and jelly-covered belly got that much bigger. 

“Quickly! I need ssomeone down here!” The chef shouted again. “Anyone who issn't doing ssomething!”

A Zul currently without a task quickly complied. “Yess, chef?” He asked as he came to a stop next to him. 

“Grab that,” the chef pointed at the phallic device still sitting on the cart. “Generously coat it with jelly and then bring it to me.”

“Right away, chef!” The other lizard nodded before scurrying away. 

Tyler wasn't able to see the interaction as it happened on the other side of his towering belly. Slowly, he turned his eyes to the left and watched as his arm and leg were slathered with jelly. The Zuls doing so made sure to even get between his fingers and toes… Gods, they were being thorough!

“Here you go, chef,” the snake holding the now lubed instrument said as he returned. 

The chef stopped working on Tyler and took it. “Now give me your hand. Your non-dominant.”

Without questioning, the other Zul presented his left hand, which the chef promptly told him to hold higher. Once it was at the level he wanted, he nodded for him to stop and hold it there, then leaned his head in and opened his mouth, baring his fangs. 

Once again, thanks to his massive middle, Tyler wasn't able to see what was happening, but those who could stopped what they were doing and stared, wondering what the chef was about to do? With careful precision, he proceeded to bite off each of the other Zulian's long claws, right down to the tops of their beds. 

Between each, he spit the claw he'd just bitten off onto the floor. Zuls took great pride in their long claws, so for them to be removed had to be for a very important reason, but what?

Once the chef finished, he craned his head back and turned it to look at Tyler, specifically at his bulging ass, quite specifically between his cheeks. 

“Put ssome jelly in there,” he instructed the worked as he nodded at Tyler's rump. 

“I-in there?” The other alien repeated as he too stared between the human's cheeks. 

“Yess, in there!” The chef hissed. 

“With…”

“With your hand, idiot! You don't have to worry about your clawss now, but you sstill have to be careful!”

 “Yess, chef,” the worker replied as he reached for the closest jar of jelly and dipped his left, flawless hand into it, making sure to thoroughly coat it up to his wrist. 

The chef stepped back, allowing the other Zul to take his place. Left hand lubed and shaking, he reached forward and ever so slowly began working it between Tyler's incredibly fattened, sweaty ass cheeks. The result was almost immediate. 

The hyper pregnant, laboring lieutenant let out a funnel and slop muffled squeal as he was unexpectedly and unpleasantly penetrated. Though it did nothing to help, he also thrashed his feet around in the stirrups as his hands inexplicably flew and grabbed onto the cylinders as more and more of the Zul's hand entered him. 

“Oh, sssettle down!” The chef chided as he gave the heaving underside of Tyler's giant belly a gentle poke with the end of the device that would soon be his next invader. “Now iss when thingss sstart to get more fun for me, and more challenging for you, sso I ssuggesst you keep calm!”

That of course, was easier said than done as now, Tyler was being filled from both ends! The good news (if there was any) was that while he'd been laboring, his bloated, beleaguered body had been making its own final preparations so it could try to birth the bounty of offspring it contained. This included the loosening of his birth canal and asshole, which allowed Tyler to take the Zulian up to his wrist with relative ease but again, the experience was far from pleasurable. 

The biggest thing he'd recently had inside him had been the Captain's cock. Thick as it was, it didn't compare to the size of the adult Zulian hand/arm Now inside him, which the alien moved around in a slow, painfully wide circle. 

“That sshould do,” the chef said to the other snake after he'd been fisting Tyler for a couple of minutes. “Now out of the way!” He suddenly shouted. 

The Zul hastily removed his hand and then scurried away to wash it. Tyler sighed in relief through his nose as his hole quickly closed back up, but something told him it wasn't going to stay that way for long… 

“How much iss left?” The chef asked the guard filling Tyler up top. 

“Jusst a little, chef.”

“Hurry up and finissh, then remove the funnel and give the bitch a break,” the chef directed. “It'ss going to need it.”

What slop remained in the bucket was tipped into the funnel, forcing Tyler to focus (as best he could) on the sudden onslaught of thick goo pouring down his gullet. Given how good he'd gotten at chugging, painful and difficult as it now was, it didn't take long till he'd finished the rest, instinctively going so far as to give the funnel one last hard suck to make sure he'd gotten everything. 

What a good “little” murspig, indeed. 

*****

As soon as the funnel was removed, the laboring lieutenant released a massive belch that echoed off the walls for the next several seconds. 

“Yess, that'ss right!” The chef smirked and nodded. “Make more room!” He chuckled as the tip of his tongue darted out from between his lips. 

“Uuuuuuuuuuuurp!!!” Tyler belched loudly again, then groaned. “OoooOooh! I… P-please!” He huffed. “I can't… can't possibly take any more!” He shook his head now that he could, sending drool and sweat flying from it. 

Unfortunately, the chef disagreed. “Oh, yess, you can, and you will!” He said as he took his place in front of Tyler's ass and raised the lubed device in his hands high enough over his belly for him to see. 

“W-what is that?” The laboring human hated but had to ask, more of his voice having returned thanks to the slop having greased his throat. 

“Ssomething to help me further sseason you, from the insside!”

Tyler balked. “What?!”

 The chef nodded. “With what, I'm sure you're wondering?”

Tyler managed the faintest of nods in return. Again, he didn't want to know how he and his babies were going to be prepared but reasoned he might as well, seeing as there was nothing he could do about it anyway. 

“I thought it would be a sspecial touch if I ussed the lussciouss, creamy fluid you sso bountifully produce to make you and your young extra juicy!” The chef explained with another lick of his lips. 

It probably would've taken well over an hour for all the color to drain from Tyler's face by then, but he felt a good deal of it rapidly start to leave as he asked, “W-what? But I…”

“I'd ssave my breath if I were you,” the chef cut him off. “Now, we jusst need to collect a little more for our guesstss before we can proceed.”

“B-b-but…” Tyler tried again, but to no avail. 

“You've produced nearly eight gallonss, with no ssign of your production sslowing jusst as I'd hoped!” The chef beamed. “Sso we continue, but a little differently now,” he smirked. “Ssoon, what iss pumped from you will be pumped right back in, ssurrounding your sspawn with creamy, flavorful delicioussness! A marinade of your own making! Issn't that wonderful?!”

Color continued to drain from Tyler's still flushed face as he registered what the chef had said. Milk, his milk, was going to be pumped back into him, through his ass, in order to marinate his churning insides and babies! While that was (more than) disturbing enough to try and comprehend, it wasn't what had Tyler most concerned…

Since he and the babies’ fates were all but sealed, he was more concerned about what having milk pumped into him was going to do to his already overly strained innards?! And if more slop was involved?! Gods! Wasn't the chef's goal to keep him alive and in one piece till the end?! 

“Flip the sswitch on my count,” the chef instructed the Zul standing closest to the cart as he eyed the tank Tyler had nearly filled. “One,” he said as he started lowering his hands and the contraption in it. “Two,” he continued as he aimed its tip between Tyler's fattened cheeks. “Three!” He shouted as he “carefully” forced it between the pregnancy and (obviously) food-fattened mounds. 

Tyler let out a mighty howl as he was penetrated again. His shout quickly transitioned into a series of pained grunts as his ass was deeply and rapidly filled, the chef grunting as well as he had to push a little harder. He continued to push as the laboring man writhed on the bed as much as his bloated, restrained and awkwardly positioned body allowed. 

After a few more seconds, the device's wide base reached Tyler's crack, pressure from his fat cheeks and tight hole firmly securing it in place. Speaking of pressure, the laboring lieutenant had never been under so much, nor had he had anything so big in his ass (not yet, anyway.)

Making matters worse (since they couldn't get any better) and making Tyler groan in agony, the device filling his hole was now filling him further! Before the milk started to flow, the hose had to rid itself of all the air inside it, which had nowhere to go but into Tyler, who made animalistic noises as he literally felt and watched himself inflate like a balloon. 

Once all the air had been cleared, the milk being sucked from his tits started being pumped right back into Tyler at the same rate. Somehow, he managed to get his eyes focused on his belly and watched as it slowly began to expand again. Oh gods…

“Grab the next bucket!” The chef shouted over his continual moans. “But go sslowly!” He stressed. “Very sslowly now!”

 *****

Not that he ever could've been, but before Tyler was ready for it, the funnel was back in his mouth and the third bucket was raised and tipped into it. Once again, he had no choice but to start chugging, filling himself from both ends. 

Slow as the slop entered him, Tyler still struggled to keep up. He was now so stuffed, he had to swallow twice to get down what one swallow previously would have. Soon, slop started backing up in the funnel, causing him to cough and choke, further slowing the process. 

The guard feeding him adjusted his pace, but not enough for Tyler to catch up. As a result, slop started spilling out of the funnel onto his face. It ran down his chin to what would've been his cleavage had his breasts not been hanging down and off to the sides. Tyler sobbed as he tried to remember to breathe, his entire body heaving as he struggled to simply endure. 

He started to feel dizzy again, back on the verge of passing out from all the strain, pressure and pain. Somehow, he remained conscious and in one piece after finishing the third bucket. 

The funnel was removed and he was given a “chance to catch his breath.” Tyler watched as his belly continued to expand as it was pumped full of more milk. He released a pathetic whimper as he watched the fourth bucket being readied, then writhed as much as he could (which wasn't much at all) as the funnel was shoved back into his mouth. 

The bucket was raised. The bucket was tipped. The guard began to pour. 

From that point on, Tyler frequently went in and out of consciousness. Any time he was awake, he was choking and gagging but also somehow, still gulping, even if only by compulsion. 

He was hardly cognizant of his belly anymore. He couldn't tell what was what: a contraction, his bowels and intestines bloating and expanding, the babies thrashing about and/or growing? The only thing Tyler could fully register was the intense pressure and pain radiating out of the biggest belly he'd ever seen or imagined, further escalating. 

Right before passing out yet again, Tyler stared off. His eyes were open but completely unfocused, not really taking in anything as his (extremely) bloated body forcefully shuddered. 

Everything went black again. 

*****

The periods of his unconsciousness increased both in frequency and duration. During them, with the Zulians’ “help,” Tyler finished the fourth bucket of slop, all while more and more of his milk was forced into him. 

Feeling like he couldn't have been any more highly favored by the gods, the chef decided to push his luck. He ordered the kitchen to quickly ready another bucket of slop, Tyler's fifth. 

“Highly favored” as he may or may not have been, the chef ended up pushing his luck a little too far… Even though the laboring lieutenant continued to subconsciously gulp, not far into the fifth bucket, suddenly no more slop would go down his throat. Assuming they'd finally reached the human's till then, seemingly nonexistent limit, the guard holding the bucket righted and lowered it and started to step away. 

“No, sstay there! Keep the bucket ready!” The chef yelled before turning to another lizard and shouting, “Hurry! Unblock the funnel!”

The latest Zul to be shouted at hurried over to a nearby closet and grabbed a plunger of sorts, then rushed around to the other side of the bed. He plopped the plunger down on the funnel and pushed. He had to push two more times before the blockage was cleared and the funnel slowly started to drain down Tyler's throat again. The unconscious human's belly bloated additionally from all the air that had also been forced into it by the plunger. 

The funnel had to be cleared four more times and the power level of the pump had to be turned up a few notches as it too began to struggle to fill Tyler. “Slow and steady” was putting the pace the Zulians were now working at mildly, but eventually, after a lot of hard and careful work, they managed to get the last of the slop into their soon-to-be feast. 

At that point, even the chef had to admit that the human had run out of room. Maybe Tyler actually hadn't been forgotten by the gods because miraculously, he remained in one piece, albeit a now very bulbous, pressurized and shiny one. 

The next time he came to, he didn't do so naturally… This time, Tyler was brought back to reality when one of the snakes slapped him hard across the face, the one part of his body the aliens dared to be rough with. 

The laboring lieutenant screamed and arched (as much as he could of either) as he became all too reacquainted with that hot, acute, burning strain and pressure, both of which were greater than ever before. Even though no more slop was pouring down his throat and thankfully, no more milk seemed to be flooding his bowels, as he strained to focus, Tyler saw himself still continuing to swell! His belly was rising like dough out and over him as four guards (two on each side) started working on removing the cylinders from his now intermittently spurting breasts. 

“OoooOooh!” Tyler moaned shakily as they tugged, body jostling from side to side. 

Following more than a minute of a lot of hard and painful tugging, his tits finally popped free, resulting in another gush of milk as they wobbled back into place and regained the comically round “natural” shape. Tyler's eyes fluttered and rolled back into his head as he started losing consciousness again. 

Right before he did, a Zul stepped forward and injected something into his right shoulder. Whatever it was, its effects were instantaneous. 

All of a sudden, the now gargantuan Starforce junior lieutenant was wide awake and fully aware of everything happening, and there was a lot going on… Tyler screamed as a Zul to either side suddenly grabbed his wrists. He screamed again, knowing without a doubt that the end was near. 

He was right. He couldn't see, but a disturbingly deep red line had formed, starting right under his bulging navel. From there, it vertically bisected his (beyond) massive middle all the way down to his crotch buried beneath it. Tyler's belly lurched and bulged, feeling like it was being pulled apart from the inside. 

He'd come dangerously close to bursting many times before but this time, without a doubt, took the cake. 

“EVERYONE MUSST take EXTRA care now!” The chef shouted over the commotion. “DO NOT LET THE BITCH TEAR OR BURSST!!!”

Some form of rupture seemed more likely than not, but all the Zuls still working on or around Tyler did their best to comply with the chef's latest, most important demand. The ones holding his wrists slowly and carefully moved them, bringing them together beneath his teats, Tyler's biceps forcing the mounds tightly together, creating some impossibly deep cleavage and sending more milk spraying into the air. 

Once his wrists were in place, two more aliens came and tightly tied them together with twine. As a result, Tyler's arms were pulled and tits bulged up and out even more, both nipples releasing long, still surprisingly powerful jets of milk. 

Down at the lower end of his enormous body, the laboring human's legs were being ever so carefully taken from the stirrups by another four lizards. Once the stirrups had been moved out of the way, Tyler's lower limbs were gently pressed a little harder against the lower hemisphere of his pregnancy, then his knees were slowly bent as his swollen ankles were grabbed. 

Tyler howled in agony as they were crossed beneath his belly and then bound with more twine. Their work complete, those still holding onto him let go and then everyone stepped back and stared. Aside from his labored breathing and the pained and garbled noises Tyler continuously produced, the room otherwise fell silent. 

To the Zulians, the bound human looked like a very well-fed murspig, ready to be placed in the oven and slowly roasted to perfection. Fortunately (or maybe, unfortunately,) the oven wasn't Tyler's next destination as it had been decided the snakes were going to eat him raw, and quite possibly, maybe even still alive?

Had he fully been able to see himself, Tyler would've said he looked like some perverted, ginormous version of an old-school American Thanksgiving turkey. All he was missing was that lovely golden hue and those silly little paper booties. 

His wrists being bound beneath his heaving, sporadically spurting breasts, had forced Tyler's upper body to lean forward more. The mounds were now mere inches from his face, so all he could see were them, not even any of his belly despite how absurdly massive it now was. 

“You, unhook the plug from the hosse!” The chef directed one of his staff. “Be careful sso as not to dissturb it, then sset the valve and direct getting the bitch to the dining room. I sshall go let our guessts know their dinner iss about to be sserved!” He said proudly as he headed for the kitchen. 

Following the chef's departure, there was another flurry of activity down at Tyler's bloated base. Again, he wasn't able to see what was happening, but he could certainly feel it… He grunted as he felt the plug wedged far up his ass gently rock as one of the aliens worked the hose from its base. The moment the hose was disconnected, it was replaced with a valve that would keep his hole from spewing milk or any of his body's other bountiful contents till the proper time came. 

Once the valve had been secured, the Zulians down by his ass got out of the way as new ones entered the fray. A guard moved to each corner of the bed and then all of a sudden, it started to move… First it was turned so that Tyler was facing the door leading into the kitchen, then, the guards started slowly pushing/pulling him towards it. 

At the same time, more aliens surrounded the moving bed and started slathering Tyler with more jelly. Some touched up various places while others applied jelly where it had yet to be, including his face and neck. All the while, Tyler continued to grunt, groan, writhe (as little as he could) and scream. 

Simply put, he couldn't take any more! He would've asked any one of the Zulians to put him out of his misery right then and there but once again, words failed the young, laboring language specialist. 

“C-c-can't!” Was all he was barely able to mange, compressed breasts trembling and gushing again from the simple effort. 

Again, Tyler couldn't see it, but his belly button was now a deep pink and had bulged out to the size of a tangerine. He felt like something was about to burst out of him at any second, be it from said protrusion, his ass, or maybe even just through his now super strained and achingly hot skin. 

Given his most recently added mass, coupled with the care the aliens were taking, the trek through the kitchen was a very slow one. Once again, all the staff in the kitchen stopped what they were doing to gawk and stare (and hiss and lick their lips) as Tyler was wheeled by. 

Due to the increasingly desperate conditions their planet was facing, it'd been awhile, but many of the staff had seen and/or prepared some rather large and delectable creatures to be eaten at various celebrations. Almost none had been close to as large as the bound, shiny and bulging, laboring human male, and none of them had ever looked so delectable… 

*****

Eventually, Tyler was pushed/pulled into a large, surprisingly lavish dining room: his final destination. The last room he'd ever see or exist in one piece in. 

The next room he “saw” would be the bathroom when the time came for the countless Zuls to rid themselves of his digested remains. That and/or the kitchen, should any “leftovers” remain… 

Ornate tapestries adorned the dining room walls, showing off Zulians of the past in an obviously more prosperous time. The room was centered by a very long, very wide, rectangular table, with at least three dozen aliens in fine dress sitting around it. Not one of them took their eyes off Tyler, outrageously fattened (mostly by his own doing,) obviously on the brink of succumbing to his massive burden, as his bed was rolled along the table till it was brought to a stop at the center. 

The four aliens sitting there (two on each side, Serse and his right-hand “man” included on the far side) all stood and pulled back their chairs, clearing a path for the proud chef and all of Tyler's other attendees to perform their next task. Guards and kitchen staff alike, hurried to the other side of the table while more surrounded the wailing, laboring human, readying to move him onto it, where he'd be placed on a very large, sturdy looking (but hopefully, sturdy enough) Lazy Susan of sorts. 

Tyler cried out in added pain and alarm as several Zuls suddenly hefted his awkwardly contorted body from the bed and slowly, carefully and gently, placed it atop the Lazy Susan. It and the dining table creaked from the immense burden he placed on them, but both thankfully held together. The same, unfortunately couldn't be said of Tyler, at least not for much longer… 

Once he'd been perfectly placed, those who'd done so stepped back, only to be immediately replaced by more kitchen staff. Tyler moaned and groaned as some other kind of warm and sticky sauce was poured all over his heaving belly. All the soon-to-be diners stood and watched as various fruits and vegetables were artfully placed around their living main course. 

Somehow, thankfully, Tyler found himself beyond fear by then. Now he was resigned, utterly and completely exhausted and yet soon, he was expected to put on a show for his literal diners…

He doubted he had the strength or energy to give birth once, let alone to all the babies?! Now, he just wanted everything to be over with. Tyler's only regret was that the babies, whom he'd never gotten all too emotionally attached to given the circumstances, yet had done all he could to keep them safe, were going to suffer right along with him. 

“So… S-so… hungry!” He heard someone say. 

Tyler didn't doubt and couldn't blame the Zulian who'd said it. He knew he had to look tantalizingly delicious to them, but then he realized an alien hadn't said they were hungry, he had! 

He couldn't believe it, but it was true… Even though he'd been stuffed so (beyond) thoroughly, nearly to the point of bursting, Tyler's hyper-fecund body still possessed the chronic need/desire for more. 

Tyler was so massive now, he could hardly breathe, his lungs and every other internal organ save for his stomach, shoved aside and compressed. Speaking of his stomach, it suddenly grumbled long and loud, causing his utter behemoth of a belly to visibly tremble. 

“Oh, gods! P-p-please!” He begged/pleaded as his massive pregnancy clenched and his ludicrously fattened ass began to expand and bulge at its crack, exposing the valve at the base of the plug. 

Tyler's stomach grumbled again, causing the babies, all of them, however many, to writhe fitfully, in turn causing him to wheeze and gasp for breath as his enormous abdomen jumped and heaved in every direction. Tyler squealed as his nipples once again both spurted high into the air. 

This was it… He was about to split open any second now, and yet he STILL WANTED MORE! 

“Please, everyone, take your seat,” Serse said as he remained standing and staring down at Tyler. 

He already considered the laboring human outrageously enormous the last time he'd seen him, prior to his final meal whereas now, his belly was at least one and a half times bigger. The chef had truly outdone himself. Everything about the human aside from his breasts, ass and of course, belly, all seemed diminutive because genuinely, they were. 

Speaking of the other important alien, the chef discreetly nodded at one of his staff and a few moments later, waiters entered the dining room, each carefully balancing a tray loaded with flutes filled with Tyler's precious, delicious breast milk. As the flutes were handed out, Serse leaned forward and slowly spun the Lazy Susan till the top of Tyler's head was aimed at him. 

Tyler stopped looking at the tops of his tits and looked back upside down at the snake lord as he leaned at him. 

“Were you actually begging for more food?” Serse asked with a lick of his thin lips. 

It truly made no sense… Tyler was literally about to burst after having consumed more than he ever had at once before but yes, he had been begging for more food because yes, he was still hungry. He nodded against the wood beneath his head as he sniffled, still somehow desperate for more despite everything. 

“After how well it fattened itself for us, I think the whore deserves one last treat, don't you?” Serse asked his guests, his gaze locked on Tyler's monstrously swollen midsection. 

Everyone at the table hissed in agreement as they all got to their feet again and loomed in closer. 

“Yesss…” Serse smirked as he plucked a fruit from the tray on which Tyler lay. “One last treat,” he nodded in agreement as he held the bright, deep blue, probably illegally imported fruit the size and shape of a large Earth apple high enough for everyone but the human to see. 

Upon seeing the last “treat” their leader had selected for their main course, everyone laughed. Tyler still hadn't seen it and didn't know, but the fruit Serse had picked was well-known to be the murspig's favorite.