Tail, Part 8 - Female Version

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Note: This is a female version of Tail.

Summary: Following an extended disappearance, Sarah develops a growing tail, which reveals the ability to ingest things, produce things, and act of its own accord. Contains: Female: pregnancy, breast expansion, alien impregnation, tail, stuffing, weight gain, birth.

Previous Chapter

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Sarah trudged to the car, her legs feeling weak, and her back throbbing. Her belly bobbed gently with her movements, and every so often she would release another buttery-tasting belch.

By the time she reached the car, she planted her hands firmly against the hood, and leaned against it, taking the opportunity to catch her breath. She felt so full and heavy; she knew that she had no hope of driving home without dozing off at the wheel. Her body protesting the globe of weight perched against her hips, Sarah turned and pressed her back against the car, before she slid down against the side of it until her bottom made contact with the dried-out, overgrown grass.

It was only seconds before Sarah’s eyelids sunk and she began to doze off, her body feeling as it might after a heavy holiday dinner. Sarah’s head dropped and she fell asleep, appreciating the cool night air against her flushed body, as opposed to the warm, stuffy environment within the car.

In her sleep, Sarah squirmed uncomfortably, sometimes groaning awake, but promptly falling asleep again. Her body was hot and throbbing, full and uncomfortable. At times she feebly pawed at her mound in her unconsciousness. Eventually she awoke properly to the cawing of roosters.

Sarah looked around. It was still dark, though she could tell that the sun was getting ready to emerge on the horizon. Her eyes lowered to her belly, where it looked fuller and fatter where it was sitting perched on her lap. She tugged down her tight shirt, which had shrunken against her a good deal, but as it slid back up, Sarah came to realize the top could no longer offer her belly full coverage.

Goodness, she looked as though she was nine months pregnant by then! Her body barely felt inclined to move, where she was perched there in the grass, like a plump, fertile, farm animal.

Despite it, Sarah began to heave herself to her knees, with some struggle. She looked around, relieved to see that there was no sign of her aunt, out and about as she often was. It was still early, after all. So early, that Sarah was certain that if she headed home right now, she might make it before her father noticed the absence of his car.

Once up on her knees, Sarah took a small break, and fell into panting. Though she supposed her belly resembled an at-term pregnancy, it was probably heavier. She was hauling around a ball of compacted fat, and not the more reasonable weight of a single baby.

Sarah slid her hand against the exposed underside of her belly. She could feel heat collecting beneath her thighs. With her free hand, she braced herself against her car, and started to get her feet beneath her. As her shirt slid against her bobbing belly and sensitized chest, electricity seemed to shoot from her nipples to her gut, to her tail, then finally her groin. She felt her thighs quiver.

She leaned heavily on the car, fearing she might end up on the ground again. Her tail waved contently as her panties moistened. Releasing a groan of disgust, Sarah caught her breath, and finally heaved herself into the vehicle.

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The drive home was mercifully uneventful. Judging by the darkened house windows, is seemed that Sarah’s parents still weren’t up.

She slipped inside and made her way to the stairs, but found herself unable to stop herself from taking a detour in the kitchen. Sarah opened the fridge and quickly filled her arms with some snacks, breads, and cheeses, before hurrying off to her room as quickly as her bloated body would allow.

Sarah dropped to her bed, shaking slightly. She didn’t know whether it was exhaustion or hunger. She allowed the food to fall from her arms and drop to the mattress. Before the ovoid tip of the tail could lunge for it, Sarah quickly unwrapped a loaf of sliced bed, and plucked a slice out. She squeezed the slice into her hand, compacting it into a tight ball—the tail worked best with things that were circular. Sarah then planted it in her palm and held it out. The tail dove down, and sucked it in.

Sarah’s eyes rolled upwards, lids fluttering, but she did her best not to make a sound. She gently rubbed her belly, fearful that she was getting as addicted to the sensation of being filled as the tail was.

Before the first bread-ball hit her gut, Sarah was already squishing down a second and third slice into tight balls. Over the next hour, she fed the tail the rest of the loaf of bread, a block of cheddar cheese, three small apples, a dozen leftover meatballs, and a couple of cream puffs, not stopping until all of the food was gone.

By that point, Sarah was hunched slightly, cupping her mound, her face as flushed as her stomach. She might have overindulged a bit, but it was quite hard to stop herself—the tail—once it was in the presence of edibles. Further—Sarah reasoned—it was better that the tail got its fill on prepared food rather than live animals. Despite her rational, Sarah released a small groan, her belly full, taut, and almost painful.

Sarah released a yelp as her belly button popped outward. She sighed ruefully, continuing to rub her mound, feeling a strange cross between concerned and aroused by it. Her overfilled state had again yielded to a wave of drowsiness, and Sarah hastily pushed the food wrappings off of her bed. She then carefully eased herself back and drew her legs up, her tight belly bobbing gently and uncomfortably as she did.

Fully reclined, Sarah rested her head against her pillow. A quick glance at her doorknob assured her that her room was locked.

She could hear her parents starting to get up in the next room, but Sarah was beyond caring at that point. She shifted somewhat, and drew her sheets, her belly an odd bulge beneath them. Sarah then lowered her eyelids, and promptly fell asleep.

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There was a knocking on her bedroom door. “Sarah? Are you okay in there?” Her mother called in uncertainty.

Still sprawled in bed, Sarah drowsily glanced at the clock on her night stand. It was already late afternoon. It seemed she had slept the day away. “Fine,” she called back.

Her mother hesitated in the hallway, before she walked off. She would not prod further, though she was tempted.

Sarah sighed as she absently cupped her mound. As much as she loved her parents, she could sense their patience was wearing thin. She could tell that they were weakening in their resolve not to intrude on her…privacy. They wouldn’t be able to rationalize the tail, or Sarah’s round belly. And Sarah didn’t think she could explain it to them.

Nor did she want to.

It was strange. She should have been more concerned than she presently was. Instead, she had adapted to her growing mound and unruly tail. The idea of exposing her changes seemed strangely violating. Though inconvenient, the presence of the tail and the belly was how things were supposed to be now. Sarah could not make much sense of it. It was just how it was.

She shifted awkwardly, clutching her belly as she moved her body towards the edge of the bed. Her mound had softened just slightly, but her belly button was still protruding. It was another thing she didn’t want to deal with having to explain. This whole living environment just wasn’t working out.

Sarah gave her body some time to relax, her heart beat steadying, before she grabbed onto the night table and heaved herself up. Her hands instantly clutched her sore back and her lower belly. She felt like she was getting heavier every day.

Despite her disinclination to do so, Sarah continued to pack her things for her move. She didn’t have too many belongings, and she was almost finished. The sooner she was out of the house, the better.

Sarah was finished packing by later that evening, by which point she was huffing and puffing. Her tail stirred hungrily, but Sarah did her best to ignore it.

On the chair by her desk, Sarah had hung her biggest top, and a pair of leggings—her clothes for tomorrow. Confident that she was ready, Sarah lifted her phone and called the local moving company.

She arranged for herself and her belongings to be picked up the very next morning—the sooner the better. She chose a time at which she knew both of her parents would be at work.

Sarah decided that she would leave a note. She could still call, or video-chat her parents as well. She just didn’t think she could face them physically, big as she was getting. She supposed she would have to wait until they went back to sleep before she got a snack.

Sarah ended the call and leaned back against her headboard, releasing a long sigh. Things were falling into place. She felt as though she could finally relax.