Tail, Part 12 (Patreon)

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

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Ryan’s whole body trembled as the tail worked the massive ham into its widened opening. He was flushed and sweaty, panic rising in heated pulses as the ham started its slow shift along the appendage, even the tail itself seeming to struggle with the weight of it. It was the biggest thing the tail had ever consumed.

The tail shifted awkwardly. Ryan knew that under normal circumstance, the tail would use the weight of the ham to its advantage, raising the partially-consumed food high in the air, to allow its own weight to help it slide down the tail’s length.

But the ham was too heavy. Instead the tail rolled awkwardly on the floor, and it was a painfully slow process, Ryan whimpering as every nerve ending on the stretched limb sent sparks of pain and pleasure shooting up his spine. He felt himself come against the underside of his belly, but he was hard again only moments later. He sent a hesitant glance back at the tail, as it struggled. He almost hoped that this would be the one feast it couldn’t triumph. But to Ryan’s regret, the tail managed to work the ham beyond its gaping opening, the mouth now closing slowly, painfully, to its previous dimple.

Ryan groaned as the tail worked and spasmed, the ham shifting centimeter by uncomfortable centimeter. He rested his weight against his taut belly, not even sure how he would be able to carry the weight of the massively swollen mound. Sweat now ran down his forehead and dripped to the floor, sliding down the back of his neck, seeping into the bits of clothes that he was not bursting out of. His breasts tingled and his nipples ached. His breathed thinly in harsh pants. It seemed like hours that he sprawled there on the floor, but he didn’t dare move, as his spine twinged, his gut throbbed, his nipples seeped, and the ham worked its way towards his body.

By the time the ham reached the base of his spine, Ryan was practically vibrating in anticipation. He desperately ran his hands up and down his swollen belly, which was massively round where it was perched on the floor. His legs were spread wide to make room for it, yet it still managed to squish against his lap. His cock throbbed, nipples bulging, breasts heaved as his mass shelved them. The mound looked incomprehensive on his thin frame. He looked as though he was overdue with triplets by then.

Ryan choked out as the ham pressed into him, his face reddening, every surface of his skin seeming to burn as his body strained, his back instinctively arching. Ryan breathed heavily, grunting and twitching. “Oh god…oh Jesus—!” he yelped, as the ham invaded him, seeming to push all his other stomach contents aside, as it slowly eased itself into his body, Ryan struggling against the strain of it. “Nrrghhhhh…hnnngghh…” He was helpless but to endure as his belly slowly inflated, growing heavier, fuller, rounder, pushing out visibly before him and to his sides, proceeding slowly and surely, like rising dough, until it was flushed red and threatening to burst. And still there was more. Ryan’s eyelids fluttered, his vision blurring. Before he knew what was happening, he had passed out.

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Ryan was sprawled on his side, his belly pulsating. He didn’t know how long he had been laying there on the floor, but he didn’t even want to indulge the idea of getting up. Though it was not the most comfortable position, the thought of moving filled him with panic. His body seemed to have resigned following his latest feast. Even the tail lay limply behind him, doing little more than twitching occasionally.

Ryan stared but did not dare touch his belly. It was truly massive, larger than a beachball, larger than he could imagine a belly ever being, even in the most massive of pregnancies. It was still plump and round, full of pressure. The redness had decreased somewhat, but the skin was still quite flushed. Ryan groaned and shifted, and released a choked grunt, and thought against moving again.

Which left him there, on the floor, not even the tail electing to harass, feed, or suckle him. He wondered if it was dead, or if that was even possible. Ryan stretched his neck to give the tail another glance, and somehow he was…worried.

The twitching had gotten more violent, now seeming more like spasms that rolled up the length. The tremors seemed to reverberate up his body, right into his gut, Ryan grunting and clutching at his swollen mass, fearful of what would happen next.

The spasms continued, increasing in severity, up the tail, and into his core. It wasn’t painful so much as it was uncomfortable, and Ryan keenly wanted to shift positions. But he couldn’t move, wouldn’t try it. Instead he feebly pawed at his mound, fearful and waiting.

The tail was oozing now, the familiar pale liquid now tinted green. After a particularly forceful spasm, something within Ryan’s gut seemed to…detach. It was painful and wrenching, and Ryan half wondered if the ham was coming back out, undigested. It would be a relief, but it still left him feeling oddly unsettled, his eyes widened, as he forced out puffs of breath, and, for the first time, something began to push out of him.

It was an odd sensation, similar to defecating, Ryan grimacing, and gently pushing, to aid the mass back out of his body. The tail seemed to seize up as the mass entered its weary length. And then it began to pulse, and throb, and pump the mass back down its length, towards its opening, in pulsing surges that sent it inches along with each. It was surprisingly easy, Ryan taking deep breaths, as he watched the lump—not nearly the size of the ham—shove all the way to the head of the tail, and begin to crown.

“Oh…ohhhhhh…” Ryan moaned, as the dimple stretched against what he assumed to be the partially-digested ham. “Hooo…hahhhhhh…” he forced out breaths, wiping his brow, and feeling in better control than he had in ages. Finally, enough of the mound had crowned that the rest popped free, plopping onto the floor. Chest heaving, Ryan released a sigh of relief.

Except it wasn’t the ham. It was pale blue. Fleshy.

Ryan craned his neck until it ached, conscious that his breasts were hot and sleek and seeping milk, certainly D-cups by then, and visibly throbbing, as he was filled with a strange yearning, as the tail moved wanly, and gently prodded at the—the thing, that actually shifted, and released a discontent squealing. Ryan’s face was drained of its flush, and all color altogether.

“A…a baby?” he stammered, his eyes darting to his belly. It did not look any smaller. And yet it had produced a living creature.

It didn’t seem possible to shift, let alone get himself up to a sitting position again, but Ryan was desperate. And with some strain, struggle, puffs, and wheezing, managed to shift his mass back into his lap and bring himself upright, his spine burning as he did. He stared intently as the blue-skinned creature. As though reading his thoughts, the tail curled gently about the thing, and dragged it over.

Ryan reached down, his hands trembling as he raised the creature into his arms. It indeed was an infant. It seemed larger than a newborn, and had blue hair and eyes, darker versions of its pallid skin tone.

Ryan sat there and marveled at it for a while. He grimaced at his belly again. “All this…for a baby?”

The tail swayed slowly, languidly above him, hanging slightly, as though the appendage itself was observing the baby. The infant squirmed suddenly in his arms, Ryan yelping as it buried its face in his chest, gripped as his breast, and attached its blue lips to Ryan’s seeping nipple.

Ryan didn’t know how this had happened, or why…or what he would do with the newborn creature. But for the first time since the tail’s development, he was freed of the fog of acceptance. He was keen to find out.

The End

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Author’s Note: I have a sequel to Tail planned for the future, possibly featuring a new character, or just visiting the actual alien abduction aspect of the story. Perhaps Ryan is abducted again. Though for now, I think I will work on a new male story. Of my tumblr story ideas, I’m leaning towards Laying, though that it still undecided. Thank you for your support.

Kompera