Kompera
patreon
Tail, Part 7
🕑 Added 2017-09-23 05:05:54 +0000 UTC Story Directory - $5 PatronsStory Directory - $10 Patrons
Story Directory - $20 Patrons
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.
-
Ryan sat on his bedroom floor in a daze as several yellow puff balls ran in circles around him. They were chicks. But how? How has he essentially given birth to live chicks?
Ryan stared off for a while, when his eyes widened slightly. He remembered his visit to his aunts farm a few days priorhow the tail had gotten loose in the chicken coop, and swallowed n a dozen or so eggs. Ryan gazed down at the chicks as they danced and twittered around him. Had his body incubated the eggs somehow? Ryan stared down at his belly in shock.
Ryan clutched his mound, and braced his feet beneath him. Struggling somewhat, he managed to haul himself up.
Feeling exhausted, he eased himself down on his bed, his soft but round belly settling down on his lap. He took in deep breaths of air, still trying to comprehend what was happening to him. What did these new developments mean, in regards to him, and the purpose of the tail? If anything, it all seemed entirely arbitrary.
He held his temples, the chirping already beginning to drive him mad. He had no knowledge in nursing chicks. I have to take care of this, Ryan muttered to himself.
Ryan waited until nightfall, after which he coaxed all of his chicks into one of the cardboard boxes he had intended to pack belongings into in preparation for his move. They had quieted down, thankfully, and he had managed to convince his parents that the chirping noises were just part of a meditation stream he was trying out.
Ryan waited a few more hours, until the moon was high in the sky, and he could no longer hear any noise coming from his parents bedroom. He then lifted the box and slipped out of his bedroom, with as much grace as he could muster with his increased weight and changed center of gravity. Thankfully, his parents did not stir, and the light remained off beneath their door. Ryan made his way out to the driveway, not before grabbing his fathers car keys off from the kitchen counter.
The road was empty and dark, and it was a peaceful drive, Ryan at times squirming uncomfortably as his mound bobbed in his lap. Before he knew it, he had pulled up to the farm, and was trekking across the expanse of land in the dark, with only a flashlight to guide his way. He was dripping sweat by the time he made it to the chicken coop, where he lowered the box, not bothering to take the chicks out just yet, in fear that they would follow him right back to the car. The chicks chirped fitfully, but Ryan knew that his aunt would take care of them in the morning. His tail began to unfurl, as though sensing the eggs, so Ryan hurried out of the building, before the appendage could make a mess of things all over again.
As Ryan walked about the farm, he felt an abundant need to rest before he made his way back to the car, which was at least a kilometers distance from his current positionnot a significant venture, but significant enough for Ryan, whose slim body had barely adjusted to his rapidly expanding midsection.
His breathing thin and heart pounding, Ryan hurried into the next building he passed.
Ryan ended up in a small barn, and leaned on the wall, blinking through the darkness. He could feel hay beneath his sneakers, and it smelled strongly of animal dung. Ryan felt along the wall, where his hand encountered a switch. He flicked it up, and the room filled with light.
He blanched at the sight of the animals before him. They were not cows as he had expected them to be, but several small calfs, curled up on the ground together. Awakened, one began to rise. Ryans tail twitched in curiosity.
Ryan hurried off, not wanting to imagine what the tail might do. He found another door off the barn room, and to his relief it was unlocked. He thrust himself inside, and came upon a very-cold environment, his heated skin tingling in relief as it was exposed to icy air. He came to realize that he had entered a refrigeration unit.
When did she get this all installed? Ryan wondered, tentatively trudging forward, but not too far. He wanted to enjoy the cool air, but he didnt want to get himself into trouble. It was hard enough hauling around an eight-month looking pregnant belly as it was.
The tail unfurled as Ryans body calmed. There didnt seem to be any food within his proximity. He rubbed his back and sighed, the tail gently swaying here and there. His stomach grumbled, but he did his best to ignore it. It was probably psychological anyway.
As the tail drifted forward, in its endless endeavor for edibles, Ryan couldnt help marveling at how long and thick it was getting. It far outspanned his arms, and reminded him of a snake in its slow, fluid movements through the air. If he hadnt gotten so used to it, it would almost be threatening.
His stomach grumbled again, now trembling somewhat. Ryan absently rubbed the underside of the plump mound, still doing his best to ignore the powerful feelings of hunger. The mound was round, but had softened, and Ryan knew it was because the tail hadnt 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 his belly button protruding. The sight of his softened mound was almost shameful, and Ryan couldnt make sense of it at all.
The tip of his tail had encountered a wooden barrel, and was now prodding the top, which in turn, rattled. Ridden with uncertainty, Ryan backed away and pressed himself into the wall. But no matter where he positioned himself in that empty refrigeration unit, the barrel always seemed to be in the tails reach.
Ryan fleetingly became uneasy, but he lightly shook his head, remaining calm. It was just a wooden barrel, after all. What was the worst that it could be, bird seed? Ryan lightly chucked, but just to be safe, he began to carefully edge his way back to the door.
The wooden pole poking out from the center of the barrel cover was familiar to Ryan, though he couldnt quite remember what it was for. The tail continued to fumble and prod at it, finally managing to get the cover to fall. Ryans shoulder had just encountered the edge of the doorframe. Heaving a sigh of relief, he turned, and began to make his way through, but then froze in place. The tail roughly jerked, causing Ryans cheeks to redden and his face to contort. He heaved deep breaths. The tail had discovered whatever was contained in the barrel. Ryan glanced back as small lumps throbbed along the length, whatever it contained pushing smoothly into his 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. Ryans eyelids fluttered as the barrels contents continued to surge into his abdomen. It didnt take up too much room, so it was actually a refreshing change from the tails usual solids. He felt inclined to just let the tail fully indulge, but in the back of his mind, Ryan deeply desired to know what it was that that was entering his body. Though not stuffed, Ryan felt a sense of heaviness, and he slowly lowered himself to his knees. Mmmmggh He couldnt help groaning, rubbing his mound as he continued to be pumped.
Ryan released a small belch, and a buttery flavor filled his mouth. His eyes widened as he realized the barrel, the cover, the wooden pole at the top.
Damn, he hissed. It was a butter churner. And if his tail had been pumping him with butter all this time, he didnt want to think about the amount of calories he was taking on.
Ryan tried to shift, but his knees didnt want to work, consistently freezing him in place, as the tip of the tail sucked down butter all the faster. Now sweating despite the cool air, Ryan could feel himself beginning to harden, his pants shrinking as he leaned down and began to crawl despite himself. His belly bobbed and his gender prodded it, making it all the harder for Ryan to get his muscles to coordinate with his mind. Finally, Ryan had gotten the tail out of reach of the butter churner, though he suspected that it had gotten its fill.
Ryan sunk to his bottom and gasped for breath, but his eyes widened when he was greeted by the familiar mooing of the calfs. One was trotting towards him in curiosity, the tail the tail almost seeming to wave it over as it drifted about. Ryan grimaced as he felt the dimple widen, fluid 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, Ryan was certain hed burst.
Fueled only by panic at that point, Ryan clutched his belly and scrambled up to his feet. He then gracelessly scurried out of the barn, relieved when the tail did not jerk him back again. Ryan relaxed only once the door was closed securely behind him. The tail squirmed fitfully and Ryan absently rubbed circles on his mound.
Comments
Good shit! I really want more of this.
