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Tail, Part 8
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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 trudged to the car, his legs feeling weak, and his back throbbing. His belly bobbed gently with his movements, and every so often he would release another buttery-tasting belch.
By the time he reached the car, he planted his hands firmly against the hood, and leaned against it, taking the opportunity to catch his breath. He felt so full and heavy, he knew that he had no hope of driving home without dozing off at the wheel. His body protesting the globe of weight perched against his torso, Ryan turned and pressed his back against the car, before he slid down against the side of it until his bottom made contact with the dried-out, overgrown grass.
It was only seconds before Ryans eyelids sunk and he began to doze off, his body feeling as it might after a heavy holiday dinner. Ryans head dropped and he fell asleep, unconsciously appreciating the cool night air against his flushed body, as opposed to the warm, stuffy environment within the car.
In his sleep, Ryan squirmed uncomfortably, sometimes groaning awake, but promptly falling back asleep. His body was hot and throbbing, full and uncomfortable. At times he feebly pawed at his mound in his unconsciousness. Eventually he awoke properly to the cawing of roosters.
Ryan looked around. It was still dark, though he could tell that the sun was getting ready to emerge on the horizon. His eyes lowered to his belly, where it looked fuller and fatter where it was sitting perched on his lap. He tugged down his tight T-shirt, which had shrunken against him a good deal, but as it slid back up, Ryan came to realize the top could no longer offer his belly full coverage.
Goodness, he looked as though he was nine months pregnant by then! His body barely felt incline to move, where he was perched there in the grass, like a plump, fertile, farm animal.
Despite it, Ryan began to heave himself to his knees, with some struggle. He looked around, relieved to see that there was no sign of his aunt, out and about as she often was. It was still early, after all. So early, that Ryan was certain that if he headed home right now, he might make it before his father noticed the absence of the car.
Once up on his knees, Ryan took a small break, and fell into blatant panting. Though he supposed his belly resembled an at-term pregnancy, it was probably heavier. He was hauling around a ball of compacted fat, and not the more reasonable weight of a baby.
Ryan slid his hand against the exposed underside of his belly, and his dick twitched. Though the support helped, he could feel himself rapidly getting harder. With his free hand, Ryan braced himself against his car, and started to get his feet beneath him. As his shirt slid against his bobbing belly and sensitized chest, electricity seemed to shoot from his nipples to his gut, to his tail, then finally his groin. As Ryan righted himself, it was just too much, and he exploded.
He leaned heavily on the car, fearing he might end up on the ground again. His tail waved contently as his pants moistened and clung against his skin. Releasing a groan of disgust, Ryan caught his breath, and finally heaved himself into the car.
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The drive home was mercifully uneventful. Judging by the darkened house windows, is seemed that Ryans parents still werent up.
He slipped inside and made his way to the stairs, but found himself unable to stop himself from taking a detour in the kitchen. Ryan opened the fridge and quickly filled his arms with some snacks, breads, and cheeses, before hurrying off to his room as quickly as his bloated body would allow.
Ryan dropped to his bed, shaking slightly. He didnt know whether it was exhaustion or hunger. He allowed the food to fall from his arms and drop to the mattress. Before the ovoid tip of the tail could lunge for it, Ryan quickly unwrapped a loaf of sliced bed, and plucked a slice out. He squeezed the slice into his hand, compacting it into a tight ballthe tail worked best with things that were circular. Ryan then planted it in his palm and held it out. The tail dove down, and sucked it in.
Ryans eyes rolled upwards, lids fluttering, but he did his best not to make a sound. He gently rubbed his belly, fearful that he was getting as addicted to the sensation of being filled as the tail was.
Before the first bread-ball hit his gut, Ryan was already squishing down a second and third slice into tight balls. Over the next hour, he 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, Ryan was hunched slightly, cupping his mound, his face as flushed as his stomach. He might have overindulged a bit, but it was quite hard to stop himselfthe tailonce it was in the presence of edibles. FurtherRyan reasonedit was better that the tail got its fill on prepared food rather than live animals. Despite his rational, Ryan released a small groan, his belly full, taut, and almost painful.
Ryan released a yelp as his belly button popped outward. He sighed ruefully, continuing to rub his mound, feeling a strange cross between concerned and aroused by it. His overfilled state had again yielded to a wave of drowsiness, and Ryan hastily pushed the food wrappings off of his bed. He then carefully eased himself back and drew his legs up, his tight belly bobbing gently and uncomfortably as he did.
Fully reclined, Ryan rested his head against his pillow. A quick glance at his doorknob assured him that his room was locked.
He could hear his parents starting to get up in the next room, but Ryan was beyond caring at that point. He shifted somewhat, and drew his sheets, his belly an odd bulge beneath them. Ryan then lowered his eyelids, and promptly fell asleep.
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There was a knocking on his bedroom door. Ryan? Are you okay in there? His mother called in uncertainty.
Still sprawled in bed, Ryan drowsily glanced at the clock on his night stand. It was already late afternoon. It seemed he had slept the day away. Fine, he called back.
Tammy hesitated in the hallway, before she walked off. She would not prod further, though she was tempted.
Ryan sighed as he absently cupped his mound. As much as he loved his parents, he could feel their patience with him thinning. He could sense them weakening in their resolve not to intrude on his privacy. They wouldnt be able to rationalize the tail, or Ryans round belly. And Ryan didnt think he could explain it to them.
Nor did he want to.
It was strange. He should have been more concerned than he presently was. Instead, he had adapted to his growing mound and unruly tail. The idea of exposing his changes seemed strangely violating. Though inconvenient, the presence of the tail and the belly was how things were supposed to be now. Ryan could not make much sense of it. It was just how it was.
He shifted awkwardly, clutching his belly as he moved his body towards the edge of the bed. His mound had softened just slightly, but his belly button was still protruding. It was another thing he didnt want to deal with having to explain. This whole living environment just wasnt working out.
Ryan gave his body some time to relax, his heart beat steadying, before he grabbed onto the night table and heaved himself up. His hands instantly clutched his sore back and his lower belly. He felt like he was getting heavier every day.
Despite his disinclination to do so, Ryan continued to pack his things for his move. He didnt have too many belongings, and he was almost finished. The sooner he was out of the house, the better.
Ryan was finished packing by later that evening, by which point he was huffing and puffing. His tail stirred hungrily, by Ryan did his best to ignore it.
On the chair by his desk, Ryan had hung his biggest shirt, and a pair of sweatpantshis clothes for tomorrow. Assured that he was ready, Ryan lifted his phone and called the local moving company.
He arranged for himself and his belongings to be picked up the very next morningthe sooner the better. He chose a time at which he knew both of his parents would be at work.
Ryan decided that he would leave a note. He could still call, or video-chat his parents as well. He just didnt think he could face them physically, big as he was getting. He supposed he would have to wait until they went back to sleep before he got a snack.
Ryan ended the call and leaned back against his headboard, releasing a long sigh. Things were falling into place. He felt as though he could finally relax.
