In the morning, Priya stretched into wakefulness to find herself lying on her stomach, lazily squirming her tail back and forth between her and the covers, giving her a sensually stroking awakening. Her cunt was crusty and sticky with dried juices from the night before, and her tail felt that way too.
As she squirmed back and forth within her bed, her arousal teased her and she wished that Sumit was here for her to wake and fuck. She'd love to ride him and feel him stiffen and rock beneath her, providing that nice hard penetrating cock for her to grind her swelling cunt against. And while that cock might not be actually available to her right now, her finger would substitute for it, dipping inside and pulling tight to stimulate both her G-spot and her clit. Then writhe back and forth, her breasts also grinding against the bed as she ran her sensual tail around her thigh, breathing in sharp hard puffs against her pillow.
She wanted and needed to get off well to start her day, and soon enough she began to gasp and shake, a small but solid orgasm that had her holding tight in place with the hand that was tugging at her cunt, riding the stimulation down as she lay tight beneath it.
Her morning lustfulness now satiated, Priya pulled her naked form from bed and checked in the mirror what she had thought that she had felt already. As she had expected, her tail had not yet finished growing. The length of extension seemed consistent still, now at around three quarters of a meter, which didn't really seem as much a difference as between a quarter and a half.
As she ran her hand up along its length, to feel if anything had changed, she did find something else that did surprise her greatly. As her hand reached the end of the length of her tail, right where it entered her backside just above her butt, she felt the sensation of wiry curly hair around its base. In fact, it felt like pubic hair, and as she turned to make her butt visible in the mirror, she saw that yes, indeed it was. The look and texture was clearly just the same as that between her legs around her cunt, only this was around the base of the tail instead.
In some ways, this felt strange to Priya, but in another way it seemed to her to make a lot of sense. Her tail was certainly as sexually sensitive as genitals, and she seemed to be responding just as strongly to it as to touch upon her cunt or breasts, so it if was going to have genital hair as well that seemed quite sensible. It looked to her, in fact, surprisingly similar to the way a cock would look, rising clean and hairless from its nest of pubes, although the structural nature of its flesh was clearly very much different than that.
She felt and stroked the pubes around her tail, enjoying the scratchy new sensation, and brought her other hand to feel the pubes around her cunt as well. Very similar indeed the two sensations were, and ones that she enjoyed. She'd just gotten off already though, and now was time to get her morning moving, so Priya stepped away from pleasure and went to the utilitarian business of her morning wash and dressing.
As before, a sari and no underwear seemed the best choice for clothing for the day. As she went about her prayers and breakfast, however, Priya noticed that her tail was no longer keeping still within her clothes. Instinctively, she seemed to move it back and forth in a somewhat restless manner. This would definitely not do, since if she could feel it brushing back and forth against her sari, then others might notice some unusual motions of its fabric also.
So Priya got a small scarf out and gently tied her tail to one leg. Walking, she found it binding slightly, so shifted and loosened things a bit to find a good balance of enough movement to make walking comfortable, but not enough to let the movements show outside. Satisfied, she finished her morning routines and went to work.
Priya's day at the firm was more complicated today, but she was now also more accustomed to dealing with her growing tail. Every couple of hours, she adjusted her tail in the restroom, shifting the binding to be properly situated for its growing length. Tempted though she was to linger and fondle her new appendage, though, she always returned as promptly as she'd left.
The bindings came to irk her somewhat, as her expressive tail attempted to move itself about. Indeed, she realized that much like other mammal's tails, her tail seemed to be reflecting her emotions, in repose when she was calm and moving more when she was feeling more intense. When she was feeling good, she felt it pulling slowly back and forth and when she was annoyed it seemed to twitch a restless upset. Priya felt annoyed quite often, and distracted, and almost snapped at co-worker who had done nothing wrong. She made it through the day eventually, though, and had to face the journey home.
All her whole way back, Priya feared what she was walking to at home. Sumit would be there, freshly woken from his post-work sleep and ready for his night with her. They had made a custom of a night to re-connect when he would come to the end of a cycle of shifts and had his day off coming. Tonight, Sumit would be expecting a night of couple time together and likely a round of sex or two. And normally she'd be looking forward to it just as much as he, but now, today, with her tail still binding down beneath her underwear-less sari, Priya felt quite vulnerable and naked in a most unpleasant way. Tonight, her marriage might be broken, if he saw her changing body and rejected her.
The closer that she got to home, the more she felt that would be how it went. How could such a change be natural, and what man would want a woman with a strange deformity like this? She feared and felt like she should hide, but knew that would be no solution. Now was the time, the night to tell her husband what was going on. He would still love her or he would not, but she must cast her fortune to the hands of the Goddess and pray that she would guide her husband's heart along the lover's path. Drawing closer to their high-rise, Priya began to say a prayer lightly, clasping her hands and casting half-remembered Sanskrit on the air, wishing her prayers to drift along the breeze to the sacred waters of the river.
In, up, and the elevator let her off upon her very floor. The door of the flat swam up before her and Priya closed her eyes one moment to collect herself, then opened it up and went inside to find her husband waiting for her. Sumit had clearly been sitting and reading in the chair by the balcony door, and now was rising to greet her with his face open wide in a great big grin. "Jaya!" he called, his pet name for her, and started toward her even as she closed and locked the door.
Her heart was pounding and she saw that he could see that things were not all right with her. "Jaya, what's wrong? Did something happen in the street?"
"No, Sabu." Even in her fear, Priya still used her own pet name for Sumit. "It isn't that."
"But something, Jaya. I can see that you are most upset." He looked at her with such concern and tenderness that Priya could not help but hope. Hope, she thought, oh Goddess let my hopes all be fulfilled.
