Tail, Part 7 - 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.

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Sarah sat on her bedroom floor in a daze as several yellow puff balls ran in circles around her. They were chicks. But…how? How had she essentially given birth to…live chicks?

Sarah stared off for a while, when her eyes widened slightly. She remembered her visit to her aunt’s farm a few days prior—how the tail had gotten loose in the chicken coop, and swallowed a dozen or so eggs. Sarah gazed down at the chicks as they danced and twittered around her. Had her body incubated the eggs somehow? Sarah stared down at her belly in shock.

Sarah clutched her mound, and braced her feet beneath her. Struggling somewhat, she managed to haul herself up.

Feeling exhausted, she eased herself down on her bed, her soft but round belly settling down on her lap. She took in deep breaths of air, still trying to comprehend what was happening to her. What did these new developments mean, in regards to her, and the purpose of the tail? If anything, it all seemed entirely arbitrary.

She held her temples, the chirping already beginning to drive her mad. She had no knowledge on nursing chicks. “I have to take care of this,” Sarah muttered to herself.

Sarah waited until nightfall, after which she coaxed all of her chicks into one of the cardboard boxes she had intended to pack belongings into in preparation for her move. They had quieted down, thankfully, and she had managed to convince her parents that the chirping noises were just part of a meditation stream she was trying out.

Sarah waited a few more hours, until the moon was high in the sky, and she could no longer hear any noise coming from her parents’ bedroom. She then lifted the box and slipped out of her bedroom, with as much grace as she could muster with her increased weight and changed center of gravity. Thankfully, her parents did not stir, and the light remained off beneath their door. Sarah made her way out to the driveway, not before grabbing her father’s car keys off from the kitchen counter.

The road was empty and dark, and it was a peaceful drive, Sarah at times squirming uncomfortably as her mound bobbed in her lap. Before she knew it, she had pulled up to the farm, and was trekking across the expanse of land in the dark, with only a flashlight to guide her way. She was dripping sweat by the time she made it to the chicken coop, where she lowered the box, not bothering to take the chicks out just yet, in fear that they would follow her right back to the car. The chicks chirped fitfully, but Sarah knew that her aunt would take care of them in the morning. Her tail began to unfurl, as though sensing the eggs, so Sarah hurried out of the building, before the appendage could make a mess of things all over again.

As Sarah walked about the farm, she felt an abundant need to rest before she made her way back to the car, which was at least a kilometer’s distance from her current position—not a significant venture, but significant enough for Sarah, whose slim body had barely adjusted to her rapidly expanding midsection.

Her breathing thin and heart pounding, Sarah hurried into the next building she passed.

Sarah ended up in a small barn, and leaned on the wall, blinking through the darkness. She could feel hay beneath her shoes, and it smelled strongly of animal dung. Sarah felt along the wall, where her hand encountered a switch. She flicked it up, and the room filled with light.

She blanched at the sight of the animals before her. They were not cows as she had expected them to be, but several small calves, curled up on the ground together. Awakened, one began to rise. Sarah’s tail twitched in curiosity.

Sarah hurried off, not wanting to imagine what the tail might do. She found another door off the barn room, and to her relief it was unlocked. She thrust herself inside, and came upon a very-cold environment, her heated skin tingling in relief as it was exposed to icy air. She came to realize that she had entered a refrigeration unit.

“When did she get this all installed?” Sarah wondered, tentatively trudging forward, but not too far. She wanted to enjoy the cool air, but she didn’t want to get herself into trouble. It was hard enough hauling around an eight-month-looking pregnant belly as it was.

The tail unfurled as Sarah’s body calmed. There didn’t seem to be any food within her proximity. She rubbed her back and sighed, the tail gently swaying here and there. Her stomach grumbled, but she did her best to ignore it. It was probably psychological anyway.

As the tail drifted forward, in its endless endeavor for edibles, Sarah couldn’t help marveling at how long and thick it was getting. It far outspanned her arms, and reminded her of a snake in its slow, fluid movements through the air. If she hadn’t gotten so used to it, it would almost be threatening.

Her stomach grumbled again, now trembling somewhat. Sarah absently rubbed the underside of the plump mound, still doing her best to ignore the powerful feelings of hunger. The mound was round, but had softened, and Sarah knew it was because the tail hadn’t had the opportunity to indulge recently. It was a relief to not be over-packed with undigested food, though it was also strangely…uncomfortable. For some reason it felt terribly wrong, to not be firmly round with her belly button protruding. The sight of her softened mound was almost…shameful, and Sarah couldn’t make sense of it at all.

The tip of her tail had encountered a wooden barrel, and was now prodding the top, which in turn, rattled. Ridden with uncertainty, Sarah backed away and pressed herself into the wall. But no matter where she positioned herself in that empty refrigeration unit, the barrel always seemed to be in the tail’s reach.

Sarah fleetingly became uneasy, but she lightly shook her head, remaining calm. It was just a wooden barrel, after all. What was the worst that it could be, bird seed? Sarah lightly chucked, but just to be safe, she began to carefully edge her way back to the door.

The wooden pole poking out from the center of the barrel cover was familiar to Sarah, though she couldn’t quite remember what it was for. The tail continued to fumble and prod at it, finally managing to get the cover to fall. Sarah’s shoulder had just encountered the edge of the doorframe. Heaving a sigh of relief, she turned, and began to make her way through, but then froze in place. The tail jerked roughly, causing Sarah’s cheeks to redden and her face to contort. She heaved deep breaths. The tail had discovered whatever was contained in the barrel. Sarah glanced back as small lumps throbbed along the length, whatever it contained pushing smoothly into her stomach.

The contents of the barrel were not at all difficult for the tail to consume. In fact, it seemed liquid…or just really soft. How bad could the substance be? Not bad at all. Sarah’s eyelids fluttered as the barrel’s contents continued to surge into her abdomen. It didn’t take up too much room, so it was actually a refreshing change from the tail’s usual solids. She felt inclined to just let the tail fully indulge, but in the back of her mind, Sarah deeply desired to know what it was that was entering her body. Though not stuffed, Sarah felt a sense of heaviness, and she slowly lowered herself to her knees. “Mmmmggh…” She couldn’t help groaning, rubbing her mound as she continued to be pumped.

Sarah released a small belch, and a buttery flavor filled her mouth. Her eyes widened as she realized…the barrel, the cover, the wooden pole at the top.

“Damn,” she hissed. It was a butter churner. And if her tail had been pumping her with butter all this time, she didn’t want to think about the amount of calories she was taking on.

Sarah tried to shift, but her knees didn’t want to work, consistently freezing her in place, as the tip of the tail sucked down butter all the faster. Now sweating despite the cool air, Sarah could feel her loins begin to tingle, moisture seeping into her panties, and making it all the harder for her to get her muscles to coordinate with her mind. Finally, Sarah had gotten the tail out of reach of the butter churner, though she suspected that it had gotten its fill.

Sarah sunk to her bottom and gasped for breath, but her eyes widened when she was greeted by the familiar mooing of the calves. One was trotting towards her in curiosity, the tail almost seeming to wave it over as it drifted about. Sarah grimaced as she felt the dimple widen, goo dripping onto the hay-covered ground. The animal was at least thrice as large as the piglet had been, and if the tail got to it, Sarah was certain she’d burst.

Fueled only by panic at that point, Sarah clutched her belly and scrambled up to her feet. She then gracelessly scurried out of the barn, relieved when the tail did not jerk her back again. Sarah relaxed only once the door was closed securely behind her. The tail squirmed fitfully and Sarah absently rubbed circles on her mound.