The Tail Pt 01

Priya was in the marketplace when it began. She was negotiating with a vegetable seller when she suddenly felt a strange sensation at the base of her spine, a sort of pulling ache that made her quite uncomfortable. Distracted, she allowed the vegetable seller to get the best of her and paid at least twenty rupees more for her purchase than she should have done. But the strange sensation waxed and waned, sometimes relaxing its grip upon her, other times tightening up so much that her breath was taken away and she found she had no option but to stand still and wait while the ache washed over her.

She had no choice, she decided, but to cut her trip short and walk back home, slowly due to the combined effects of her partly-filled bags and her aching backside. As she walked, she tried to figure out what could possibly have stimulated this. Had she somehow pulled a muscle or bruised a bone? Was this a far-too-early start for an arthritis like that which afflicted her grandmother? But no, none of that made sense, and so she was still feeling puzzled by the time the elevator in their high-rise deposited her at their floor.

Gratefully, she went inside her flat and left the bags behind as she moved to their bathroom in search of medicine. Two painkillers went into her mouth and she stood slumped against the sink, closing her eyes and hoping that they would quickly begin to work. She placed her hand against the aching spot and that was when everything really changed. She felt a tender bump beneath her hand.

Perhaps an insect bite, she thought? But it was rather large for that, protruding at least a full centimeter out above the surface of her skin, right there just below the base of her spine, at the beginning of the cleft of her buttocks. And then another wave of aching hit her and she felt it, Priya felt the lump surge outward, out and down, growing about a millimeter more.

This was no bite. This was no bruise or sprain. This was something growing from her body at the base of her spine. This was clearly part of her, her skin, she could feel it and feel herself touching the lump from both her fingers and the skin of the lump itself, not like a wart or mole that simply stuck above with no nerves of its own, but like the end of a finger or a toe.

Now this was something that she had no frame of reference for. Priya felt frozen, unable to process what was happening to her. As she stared into the mirror at her frozen face, thoughts feeling slow and muddling, the aching ebbed, then surged again and she felt it grow another millimeter. As she waited through another cycle, she thought the medicine must be starting to kick in, because the ache at least was starting to become less distracting. The lump was definitely binding in her panties, though, which she addressed by simply taking them off for now. She pulled her trousers back up again, however, and tied them loosely at the waist.

Priya decided that she might as well begin the cooking that she needed to do for Sumit and herself. She washed and chopped up vegetables for her khichuri, then got the dal and rice out and got going on a fish curry as well. All food that would keep well in the refrigerator and be good to store for Sumit's dinner when he would get home from his shift.

As she worked, the pulses came and went and she became increasingly aware of the pressure of whatever was growing at the base of her back within her trousers. Her salwar kameez was loose enough there so that it was not constricted, but she could definitely feel the growing length each time another pulse of aching came.

Beyond that, her architect's brain was also kicking in, starting to calculate and figure. As Priya continued to cook, she also noted the time each pulse was coming, tracking them and finding it was regular. Approximately every three minutes, that focused ache intensified again. If that thing was growing at one millimeter every time, then that meant that it was growing at two centimeters per hour. Would this continue at a constant rate? If so, then she would soon likely know much more about the form and nature of whatever was going on with her.

It scared her, frankly, and one part of her very much wanted to call and interrupt Sumit at work, ask him for help and medical advice. But another part of her was feeling awkward and embarrassed, especially since their marriage was still young and they were still getting to know each other. It was only five months since they'd made their match, and although so far Sumit was shaping up to be just the sort of man she'd wanted for a husband, this might be some sort of body problem that could mar her beauty and she was nervous because she did not know how Sumit might react. On the one hand, as a doctor he was dealing with people and their bodies all day long. On the other hand, his family was quite conservative and she was still not sure how much he had grown beyond their views. What was good for his patients might not be good for his bedroom. At least his parents were with one of his other siblings right now, and she did not have to be dealing with their scrutiny in the house as well.

Priya continued to distract herself through cooking and then taking care of other household chores. The ache was continuing to rise and fall, but now in addition to the medication dulling things, she was just plain getting more used to it. After she'd finished her self-assigned tasks, she sat down to eat a lonely dinner by herself, still missing her old mealtimes with her own family, left behind when she and Sumit married. She also missed Sumit, as she often did when he was on the evening shift, though she did not miss her in-laws much. Still, even her mother-in-law's carping about her cooking would have made a good distraction from whatever was slowly growing down below her back.

Finished, she cleaned her dish and put a plate together for Sumit to have when he came home sometime after midnight. She might see him and talk about things in the morning, at least, if he was awake before she left for work herself. But now, she pulled her architecture journals up and read a while, still working through the distraction of that pulsing ache. Her curiousity was building now, but when she started to think about it much, she just felt scared and told herself that she'd come back to it later.

Finally, however, Priya decided to give up her evening as a loss and take an early path to bed. First though, Priya said her prayers to Krishna and Ma Durga, especially for health and for happiness in marriage. Now, going to the bedroom she shared with Sumit, at least as much as their schedules would allow, Priya disrobed and finally began to investigate her changing body. Standing in nothing but her bra, she stood before their full-length mirror and began to inspect herself from head to toe.

Looking from the front, everything looked normal. Her long dark hair was swept back and pinned into cascading waves that tumbled down her shoulders to the middle of her back. The sindoor in her part, announcing her status as a wife, still made a neat red streak, though she'd apparently lost her bindi sometime in the day. Sharp nose with the small diamond stud, beneath thick eyebrows that she felt suited her and did not puck or shape. Breasts full but not too big or saggy, pinned within a sensible teal bra, slight puffiness of a fertile woman at her belly, her skin the same light brown as chai, as typical for her ancestry. Good full hips, ready for the children she hoped to have with Sumit, a moderate bush of dark pubic hair between her long strong legs, those legs still holding memories from her abandoned tennis-playing past.

Then Priya turned around and looked at her backside and saw that what was growing there could no longer be rightly described as a lump. What she had now was clearly some sort of new appendage, a long thin tube of flesh, as thick as her thumb and hanging a full eight centimeters or so down from the base of her spine. She reached to touch it and felt it warm and solid within her hand. Like a cord of long, strong monkey tail.

A tail. Was that it? Was she somehow growing a tail? Not hairy, though, not like a cat or dog or monkey. Just flesh, and seemingly bone beneath it too. If it was a tail then could she perhaps also move it around? She tried to flex above her butt, around that tailbone area, and was rewarded by a seemingly random twitch within her holding fingers.

Then Priya stroked it, and was both horrified and delighted to find out just how pleasurable that was. This was definitely not the same as the tail of a dog or cat or monkey. She could feel her cunt moistening from just that stroke. She wiggled her tail within her grip again, and it felt good again, much like when she'd grind a pillow in between her legs.

Was she doing this? Yes, she was doing this. Priya grinned and stroked her tail some more, feeling the electric pulse of pleasure racing up and down her body from her touch. She could feel her nipples hardening, and in the mirror she could see them standing pointier from her chest, even as she breathed hard in her rising pleasure. Her other hand rose to find a breast, and Priya massaged her tail and breast together, bringing a little whining noise out of her throat.

And now she widened out her stance, abandoning her breast to clutch her cunt. She clamped her hand across her hairy outer labia, starting with just the pleasure of an even pressure on her swelling cunt. After a few seconds of simple pressure, she began to shake her hand, pressing the heel down to vibrate her clitoris, even as she pulled slowly and tightly along her tail with her other hand. The combined sensations were soon too much for her, and Priya staggered as her short sharp orgasm hit. Her one hand was sticky, and her other felt her tail stiff and shuddering within it, even as other parts of her were shuddering as well.

Breathing hard, she thumped down on their bed, then cried out in pain and leaped back up as her tail protested its rough treatment. Her head spinning with the mix of pain and pleasure, Priya tried again, gently lowering herself and using one hand to carefully tuck her tail off to the side, where it would not be accidentally crushed.

As she contemplated what she had done, Priya was struck by two thoughts. First, that getting off by stroking one's tail was a very strange and unexpected experience, and second, that she had not noticed the ache at all in all that pleasure. Neither one really brought her anywhere for now, though. Post-orgasm tiredness rose inside her, and she prepared herself for bed, making sure to wear a covering set of night clothes to shield her tail from accidental discovery until she was ready to talk to Sumit.

In the morning, Priya woke refreshed and ready to face the day, charged up despite the weirdness surely waiting for her. Sumit, unsurprisingly, slept peacefully beside her, and she moved carefully to avoid any chance that she could be disturbing him. Washing down a new set of painkillers in the bathroom, she contemplated her still-growing tail. Although it was still small, at a quarter meter long it was enough to need a space inside her clothing, and even more so if it was going to keep on growing through the working day, as seemed to be likely to be the case.

She didn't think that she had any panties that would comfortably accommodate her tail, so she decided she would go without. Bra yes, underpants no. And rather than her usual salwar kameez, she'd go more formal with a sari instead, which gave her a more flexible and concealing garb to work with. All that decided, Priya forged ahead with her usual routine, getting only slightly distracted in the shower as she washed her tail and felt its pleasurable stimulating sensitivity to touch.

Then it was on into getting dressed and morning prayers, revisit her marriage vows as she applied sindoor, meditation on the balcony looking out over the city, light breakfast of fruit and chai, then off to walk along the streets to reach her firm.

Despite the strangeness that she privately was facing, the day passed fairly uneventfully for Priya. It simply wasn't one with all that much to be a challenge for her. No client meetings, no big proposals, just work she knew was needed on existing projects and preparation of materials for bids to come. A couple of her colleagues commented on her sari, but it was just pleasant compliments that she could effortlessly deflect by saying she just felt like dressing up a bit.

Of course, they did not know that she was not wearing underpants. That hidden bit of naughtiness was proving surprisingly titillating to Priya. Within her sari her naked crotch sat hungry for her man, but he was not here and she could wait, concealing her surging sexuality within the traditional layers of wrapping so well designed for just such tasks. Occasionally she twitched her tail, as she thought of it and worked to exercise control, but mostly she simply let it be, ignoring her unsought circumstance in favor of the simplicity of well-known modes of work.

When Priya left the office, she was still horny. Tonight was a terrible night for that as well, since it was Sumit's last one on the shift, which meant he would be pulling a full overnight and would not be home until mid-morning the next day. So Priya would be the only one at home at all tonight, which was both good and bad. On the plus side, she did not yet have to face Sumit's reaction to her tail. On the minus side, she'd be masturbating on her own.

Still, she was awfully horny, and it would do. Priya closed the door behind her, dropped her bag and shoes and washed her hands. Then she simply up and stripped. Nobody was coming to her house tonight, the blinds were open but no other high-rise was near in their direction. Her tail stretched out behind her, now free of the constraints that bound it all the long work day. It was noticeably longer than in the morning, summing to approximately half a meter now, and moved gently back and forth under her attention.

Feeling free and wild and sexual and frustrated, Priya walked into their shower and cleaned off all her day of dirt and sweat and pollution and negative emotions. She cleaned her tail as well, and though both it and her cunt were pleasant as she washed them, she did not linger in the shower. Leave it all behind, she thought, and start the evening in a good and positive environment.

Toweling off, she cleaned her teeth, then swished her mouth with mouthwash and applied a mild scent she liked. Then she stepped naked from the bathroom and walked up to her gods. First she prayed, and then she spoke directly to them. To Krishna she said, "You understand the needs of one who cannot be with their love. Bless me in my longing." To Durga she said, "You are a woman too. Bless me as you would your daughter."

Now feeling that she had done everything there was to do, Priya lay herself down on Sumit's side of the bed, stretched flat on her belly, and smelled his scent still lingering within the sheets. Yes, that was good, her man. She rubbed herself slowly against the bed, feeling her breasts awakening beneath her. Between her legs she felt her cunt begin to warm and she squeezed her legs together to help it on its way. Behind her, she felt her tail rise up, and she curved it up, moving it up above her back. She was still rather slow and clumsy with it, but at least it would move to her command.

Now Priya wanted on her back, though, and as she rolled she moved her tail back down, shifting the other way through her legs. One hand reached down to grab her cunt, the other one to grasp her tail. She slowly began to massage them both, working her palm slowly round in circles on her outer labia and pulling her tail in parallel circles just beside it too. Then Priya had a brilliant plan, and moving her cunt hand to spread the entrance open to her vagina, she brought the tail in with the other hand and fed it to her cunt.

She'd never imagined this sensation previously. Having the tail inside her cunt was good enough to start with. Its girth was much like that of Sumit's cock and filled her pleasantly with all the normal joy that solid penetration brought to Priya. But her tail was sensitive as well, and the warm tight liquid feeling all around it from her cunt was doubling her pleasure as she arched her back, accidentally pulling on it more and making her gasp in truly hedonistic pleasure. She kept her focus on her cunt, feeding her tail in more to bottom out, then pulling back, again and again she pumped her tail inside her with her hand, heavy breathing turned to gasps, then tension that could only break when she let go and fell back in an all-embracing flush of hot orgasm clamping on her tail, which twitched and flailed and sent her up some more, clusters of pleasure bursting like fireworks going off across the whole of her overstimulated skin.

She came back to herself hunched up, a fetal position on her side, sex smelling and fairly drenched with sweat, her tail no longer in her cunt but brushing up its front, lying along the fault line of her labia, sticky with juices that had also daubed themselves upon her bed. For some time, she simply lay there on her bed, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure rolling through her body in slowly rising and falling waves.

Eventually, her stomach growled, and Priya briefly rose to quickly eat cold leftovers from the meal she'd cooked the night before. Her pause was short as she could make it, though, and soon the night found Priya back in bed, stroking and fucking herself with her tail again, embracing the pleasure that it offered and leaving her worries for the morning light.