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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 waddled back to the kitchen table and gripped the back of a chair with her hands. She watched on regretfully as the tail dove into the remainder of the casserole, sucking it down expeditiously, and then helping itself to her parents’ leftovers as well. She whimpered as her belly tightened uncomfortably.

Once the casserole was finished, Sarah pulled out the chair and plopped herself down into it. She yelped at the impact of her belly colliding with her lap. She stared at the way her belly protruded entirely from her shirt.

To Sarah’s disgust, the head of the tail swung down, and began to caress her belly. More of that strange, sticky drool began to pour onto Sarah’s taut skin, before the tail began to nudge and rub at her, attempted to spread as much of the goo as it could over the surface of Sarah’s flushed mound.

Sarah wrinkled her nose and tried to wipe the goo off, but the tail nudged her hand quite roughly. Sarah could only stare as the tail continued its bizarre massage of her flesh, and somehow it was…comforting. It felt pleasant, her tight skin soothed by the administration of the cool goo. “Ohhh…” Sarah groaned out, leaning back in her chair, so that her belly pushed out even farther. She looked due with twins, perhaps bordering on resembling a triplet-pregnancy, her belly wider than she was. It didn’t help that she had been so slim from the start.

“That feels good…” Sarah mumbled idly, not sure if she had condescended to actually talking to the tail, though quite certain that she was losing her mind. She still couldn’t figure out what was happening to her, and yet had a strange lack of concern as things continued to progress. A normal person would be panicking. A normal person would seek out help. Sarah felt her eyelids sink, and right there, she began to doze.

At the sensation of the tail slipping into her shirt, and shifting its ministrations to her chest, Sarah’s eyes snapped open. Her face reddening, she tried to wiggle herself away. “No…don’t…” she managed, trying to swat the tail off, but it swung from her reach adeptly.

Sarah’s face reddened more as the tail continued its foul massage, and it was almost violating, or Sarah would have determined it was, were it not one of her body parts massaging another. She squirmed as she felt a sensation of…suction…and suddenly it seemed as though her nipples were being sucked. Sarah grunted quietly, her loins tingling. The mouth of the tail sucked and sucked, before moving on to Sarah’s other nipple. Sarah’s arousal seemed to drain her, as she continued to recover from her two recent meals.

The tail must have stopped sometime between then and the evening, when Sarah found herself still slumped in her kitchen chair, now shivering. Breathing heavily, she abruptly sat up, wincing at a twinge in her back. She looked around to see the tail was still up, and swinging behind her, almost tauntingly, resembling a pendulum in its actions. Sarah could tell it was hungry, and would not be patient for much longer. With difficulty, she heaved herself up, and bustled about to get the tail fed. Afterwards, she spent another few hours on the phone, with the gas company. There was no way she would be able to go out like this.

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Sarah received a grocery delivery the following morning. She hastily took the bags from the increasingly stunned delivery boy, before quickly passing some bills and slamming the door shut.

As the aroma of food hit her nose, Sarah realized that there must have been a mistake with her order. She smelled cooked food, it smelled like…chicken. Before she could assess the situation, the tail leapt forward and launched itself into the bags.

There was chicken indeed. A plump, rotisserie one. Sarah struggled to at least separate the grease-soaked meat, but the tail would have none of it. Its opening stretched quite…arousingly…and then slammed down, the way a snake might on a rat. With half of the chicken jammed into its opening, the tail was quick to apply its infamous suction. Sarah groaned and sunk to her knees, too exhausted to struggle. She knew that she would lose anyway.

The tail spasmed violently as it forced the remainder of the chicken into its length, bones and all. The lump was massive. Sarah shuddered, feeling simultaneously horrified and somehow…excited…as the chicken slowly shifted towards her heaving body.

“Ohhh…” Sarah moaned, jamming her hand into the waistband of her sweatpants. She squirmed feebly on the floor, pouring sweat, as the combined sensation of the lump, and the mere sight of it, left her shuddering with arousal and disgusted with herself. How had things condescended to this?

When the chicken finally reached the base of the tail, and began to push inside of her, Sarah could no longer hold it together. She shivered and seeped fluid along the insides of her thighs as sharp snaps of electricity flickered along her groin and stomach. She collapsed to her side, her swollen belly heaving up and down, as more and more of the chicken pushed inside of her, swelling her up, stretching her out. Sarah could merely squirm and groan and paw at herself as she endured the abuse and euphoria. Her shirt was sweat-soaked by then, both her nipples stinging. She could feel herself getting tighter and tighter, her swollen belly button bulging outwards. Her body trembling, Sarah made a vague effort to get up, before everything blurred, and she collapsed back down on the floor. She could vaguely make out the tail as it dove into the remaining bags of groceries.

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God, she was getting tight.

Hours must have passed. Still sprawled on the floor, Sarah rubbed her hands up and down the swollen mound of her belly. It was getting so full, so heavy. She felt it tighten, and she groaned, glaring up at the tail as it swung above her, content as usual. She rolled her eyes and tried to catch her breath.

Her chest looked more swollen than it had been before, twin mounds visibly pushing out in her shirt. They were sensitive, and arousing, and Sarah had to fight her impulse to reach up and gently rub them. As if reading her mind, the tail shot down and did it for her, leaving Sarah to grunt, her belly bobbing gently, as her chest was massaged and nipples were sucked. It was as torturous as it was wonderful. Before Sarah could stop herself, she arched her back and thrust her chest out.

When the tail finished, Sarah was quavering, but she didn’t feel like she would pass out again. She struggled over the course of five minutes to heave her body off the ground. Once standing, her cupped her aching hips, then rubbed her tense back, before her hands settled on either side of her swollen belly. It grumbled, and she sighed, before waddling her way towards the kitchen.

Over the next few days, things proceeded as such. Sarah ordered groceries almost every other day, the amounts increasing rapidly, as did the tail’s appetite. She swelled helplessly as the tail indulged itself, almost constantly. Desperate to maintain even an iota of control over the situation, Sarah continued to order copious amounts of fruits and vegetables, fat-free puddings, jellos, and other such things. And yet, the benefit was negligible, and if anything, these foods just made her hungrier. Still, Sarah was unwilling to entirely give up.

She felt restless, constantly. Her efforts to sleep left her tossing, turning, sweating, moaning, and generally thinking about food.

Her chest had swollen more, breasts fat C-cups by then, perk on her chest. Her nipples were still sore and erect, and there was a strange sensation of heaviness within the mounds, though Sarah hardly had the energy to be concerned.

Seated at her kitchen table that afternoon, she had to lean forward and reach out for her meal, her arms fully extended, largely due to her belly separating her body from the table with its largeness. As the tail dove into a large basket of cherry tomatoes, Sarah feebly attempted to separate some tangerine slices. Smaller foods helped to minimize the discomfort and arousal the feeding seemed to cause her. But before Sarah could get far with separating the tangerines, the tail dove in and gulped them down, skin and all. Cupping the side of her belly, Sarah breathed through it. With that, the tail returned to the tomatoes, insatiable as always.

Sarah was not getting any smaller. Her size was not even stabilizing by then.

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She blinked awake one morning, to see the first beams of sunlight illuminating her room. It had been one of the few occasions that she had managed to get more than a few hours of sleep. She didn’t even have the opportunity to try to figure out what had roused her, before she winced, and her eyes shot down.

The tail was again playing with her chest, and presently adhered to her right nipple. Sarah tried to swat it off her, but was left ignored. As she groaned, and gazed at the bare mounds on her chest, her eyes focused on the nipple that the tail was not presently occupying. To Sarah’s surprise, there was some wetness directly beneath the swollen pink nub. And then, to her horror, her nipple dripped a bead of milk.