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To most people it wasn't a special day, not counting it being a Saturday, but for me it was something that only came around once a year: My birthday. It'd already been a long and fun day, I got lots of nice gifts from friends and family, now things were wrapping up at dinner and people were parting ways, my spine nearly snapping from how tight some of the hugs I got were. Some people seemed to forget that I was just barely three feet tall, being an avali, even though most of them had to crouch to hug me in the first place.

I was about to head out on my own before Seth, one of my best friends, stopped me. "Hey dude, I still need to give you my gift." He told me, and gave me a very poorly wrapped present. "What is it?" I asked him and shook it, but there wasn't any sort of rattling or shaking inside. "Well I can't tell you.. I may have sorta kinda bought it illegallyyy..?" He whispered. I was not impressed, and I'm sure the look I gave him said as much. I was never the type to do drugs, or anything else that was illegal, and he knew that. "Uh.. right. I'll probably just throw it out when I'm home." I rolled my eyes, and he stopped me again. "Nonono, just, uh, there's a note inside. Read it once you're alone." He told me, giving me a pat on the back and nearly knocking me over. I wasn't going to tell him no twice, not in public anyways, so I assured him I'd at least check it out once I was home.

We parted ways soon after, and I got on a bus home carrying the gifts I was given. With how curious I was it was a struggle to not open Seth's present right then and there, but him having told me he didn't buy it legally was more than enough of a deterrent. Eventually I got back to my apartment though, and after settling down, I couldn't stop myself from immediately (and very nervously) opening it up. What I saw inside wasn't too relieving. There was what looked like a toothpaste bottle with the word 'CREAM' markered onto it, and a little plastic baggie containing a single white pill. Just as he said there was note inside on a folded up piece of paper, which I made sure to read right away.

"Apply the entire bottle of cream over your entire tail, and take the pill with plenty of water. Takes three days for the tailmaw to fully grow." The note read. I was certainly surprised. I talked to Seth a few times before about me wanting a tailmaw, most of those times being when I was drunk even if true, but stuff like this wasn't cheap or easy to come by. I figured that explained why he couldn't buy it legitimately, but still. I made a mental note to thank him later, for the time being I couldn't wait, as nervous as I was. I stripped down in the kitchen, not really worried about being seen since I lived alone, pouring myself a large glass of water and bringing it to my bedroom with the supplies. A tailmaw was a permanent change, and a rather drastic one. Some people ended up with some sort of trauma, whether mental or physical, after removing their tailmaw for one reason or another- mostly mental, since tailmaws wouldn't usually harm the body they're attached to. I already did some research though, and wanted this for a long time coming. It wasn't unheard of to get a tailmaw through topical transformatives, but those were ones that weren't bought from what must've been a shady dealer at dirt cheap prices.

After sitting naked on my bed for about two minutes, staring at the pill in my hand, I popped it in my mouth and drank it with as much water as I could swallow, almost gagging anyways.. I hate taking pills. The next part was more pleasant, if not messier. The cream in the tube was clear and somewhat gelatinous, more slimy and slippery than sticky. I'd've believed someone if they told me it was lube. It was a strange and cold feeling with it covering both my hands, nothing concerning but still making me more hesitant to rub it all over my tail. I managed to do it after another minute of thought, and it felt surprisingly nice and soothing to lather up my long tail and all of its feathers. It was messy, but after sitting there and staring at my tail for another few minutes.. nothing happened. It said it'd take three days so I wasn't that surprised, but I admit I was a little bit disappointed. It was warm enough that I didn't need to sleep under the blanket, which was good considering I wasn't able to go under said blankets without making a big mess with my tail. So after finishing my water and brushing my teeth, it wasn't hard for me to fall asleep.

I woke up normally enough, laying on my stomach just like when I went to sleep, taking some time properly waking up and stretching my arms before sitting up. At the time I'd forgotten about last night, but it only took a few more seconds for me to remember and immediately check, trying to lift my tail and looking back to see that my usual feathery tail was completely gone, replaced with something completely new in the same spot. It was three feet long, that wasn't new, but it was considerably thicker than normal, covered with soft and fluffy feathers instead of the larger ones it normally had. Much weirder than those details was a wide, jagged mouth at the end of it, a shiver going up my tail and spine as it yawned. I was shocked to say the least, I'd thought that it would've taken all three days to reach this point but it seemed finished already.

After I calmed down enough I stared at it, my own tail staring up at me from my side. It didn't have eyes, but I wondered if it had some sort of hidden sense of smell or something like that- maybe it could see out of my own eyes. It had a somewhat blank expression as I hesitantly reached a hand out, and I think both of us jumped when I touched it. "You're kinda cute.." I said, the tailmaw lightly nuzzling into my hand as I pet what I assumed was its head. I could almost feel my own touch against it, the sensation not too different to when some part of you gets numbed. It licked my hand a few times with its surprisingly large and slobbery tongue, showing affection like a dog. "Good boy." I laughed, though I felt a bit weird about calling a part of my body a good boy.

I took a few photos of it and sent them to Seth, getting up and getting dressed into underwear and shorts, and my glasses of course. The shorts felt tighter in the back than usual, since there was a lot more to fit through the tail hole than usual, so I made a mental note to buy some bigger shorts. Or maybe cut a bigger hole in the back. I tried to move the tail, maybe flex it or bend it, managing to make it wiggle just a little bit. I was able to move my old tail to an extent, more just lifting it up and down since it wasn't made to move any other way, but even controlling this seemed to come easy enough. It looked like the tail could move fine on its own though, curiously curling around after I stopped trying to move it.

The rest of that day went normally enough, really. I ate breakfast, giving some to the tailmaw- only a small amount, since I wasn't entirely sure if it was safe to feed it people food. I went for a quick walk, waving to anyone who passed by. The tailmaw was rather well behaved during that time, panting happily whenever someone pet it, with my permission of course. Even though I couldn't get full feeling through it, it was surprisingly pleasant when someone rubbed its head. Luckily the feathers on my cheeks were thick enough to hide my blushing when that happened.

In the middle of my walk I received a call from Seth, picking up and talking to him as I continued on. "Hey man, I saw those photos! That shit wasn't photoshopped, right? I wasn't sure if the stuff I gave you would really work." He said, sounding almost as excited as I was. "For sure! I nearly pissed myself when I saw it in the morning, but it's been real nice the whole time. It's kinda like a dog." I told him. "Nice, nice. I'll have to see it for myself sometime.. Have you tried using it to give yourself a blowjob, yet?" He asked jokingly, but it caught me off guard regardless. "What? Dude, no. That's.. I can't talk about that, I'm on a walk." I huffed. "Hah, that doesn't sound like a lie at all." I could practically hear him rolling his eyes as he spoke.

"I'll talk to you later dude, I'm getting to a more busy place." I said. "Aww, at least let me say bye to your new friend." He laughed, and I almost laughed too. "Say hi to our little baby." I told him before lowering the phone down to the tailmaw behind me, and it curiously nosed at my phone before gently biting the corner a few times then giving the screen a big slurp.. which hung up the call. "Ah shit. You big goober." I wiped the screen off on my shorts, ruffling the top of the tailmaw and making it grunt rather cutely. At least Seth knew now, I thought.

I made some dinner in the evening, mostly for myself but some for the tailmaw, though I made sure to give it plenty of water that it guzzled right down. I figured I should brush its teeth, using a spare brush and trying to hold its lips open while it squirmed. "Hey, this is for your own good..!" I grunted while it huffed, trying to bite onto the brush. Its teeth actually looked quite sharp, so I gave up halfway through after nearly cutting myself by accident. It was probably something that'd need more trust built up. I tried to give it an example of how to swish and spit out water so it could at least rinse, but after pouring some water into its maw, it managed to swish a few times before swallowing. "Bleh.. we'll try that again another time." I grumbled, giving it some pets anyways. I went to bed afterward, climbing under the blankets as the tailmaw curled up, snuggling against my front with its head by my fluffy chest. "You cute little thing." I chuckled, gently hugging it. It was nice to have something warm to cuddle with like this, even if it was just an extension of my body. We fell asleep together, and I was completely clueless as to what would happen next..

That morning was quite different from the previous one. I was nudged awake by something big and fluffy, opening my eyes to see the tailmaw right in front of me. I nearly jumped out of my feathers in surprise- I expected to see it, what I didn't expect was it to be almost twice as large as yesterday, probably a bit over five feet long and a good bit thicker now. I gasped just before it licked my face, its tongue even bigger and wetter than before too. "W-woah there..!" I stammered, trying to lightly push it away with my eyes closed. I could feel it more too, like I was pushing against myself, even if it wasn't entirely there yet.

It huffed and pulled away as I threw the blankets off, immediately standing out of bed and nearly falling over from the extra tail weight. I didn't know what was causing it, and hoped that Seth might have an answer- not the most sound logic, but in the moment I wasn't exactly in the most sound state. I called him as I walked into the kitchen, nervously tapping my foot on the floor. My tailmaw huffed, as if it was displeased that it had to stick with me. "Yo dude, what's up?" Seth said as he picked up. "Dude, I'm kinda freaking out right now, it's bigger." I whined, looking behind me to see the tailmaw pushing its way into a bag of chips I left on the counter. "Slow down, slow down. Your tailmaw is still growing?" He asked. "Yeah, it's.. twice as big as yesterday. It seems hungrier, too. And I'm getting more sensation from it." I sighed, watching as it started to munch on all of the chips. Different from yesterday, it seemed like I was able to taste some of what it ate, too.

"Uh.. I don't know what to tell you. I don't know about this stuff, I only heard of the guy who sold it to me from a friend of a friend of a friend. Maybe it'll stop soon?" He said awkwardly, and then I hung up. I wasn't upset at him, but what he told me certainly wasn't reassuring. "Uh.. come on, let's go." I said to my tail, pulling the now empty bag of chips off of it while it kept slurping the inside, crumbs all over its head now. It huffed as I tossed the bag out, but it at least seemed like eating had calmed it down a bit. I walked into the bathroom with it, turning on the warm water and waiting for it to adjust. The tailmaw just nosed around at different things in the bathroom, making me wonder if it had a nose. I couldn't smell anything with it, at least.

I stepped into the water, shuddering from the heat and turning it down a bit more so it was cool enough for me. I couldn't move the tailmaw at all just by flexing it, so I had to grab onto it and try to pull it in while it squirmed like a pet that didn't want to take a bath. "Rrh..! Come on, water is good!" I grunted, slowly bringing the tailmaw into the warm shower and holding it with me. It squirmed for another second, but after it realized the water wasn't evil it quieted down. The soft and fluffy feathers all over it were quickly soaked, making it feel even heavier on me.

Once I was confident that it wouldn't try to escape the shower I let it go, and it seemed content to sniff at random spots on the wall. After making sure that every part of me was nice and wet I grabbed some soap, only for the tailmaw to immediately chomp over my hand and half of my forearm, not exactly biting but not letting go either. "H-hey, let go..!" I said, gently bapping it with my other hand while I tried my best to not let go of the soap bar in its mouth. It felt so incredibly hot and wet inside, its saliva so slimy and sticky that I couldn't help but blush. It seemed insistent on keeping its hold though, and the harder I pulled the tighter it held on, until my arm slipped out covered in spit. I wasn't hurt at all, however the bar of soap was no longer in my hand. "Gross, spit it out!" I said, trying to pry its mouth open to get the soap out. I could taste it, and it was bad, making me shudder. The tailmaw must've hated it too, but regardless it didn't want to open its mouth for me.

I kept wrestling with it for almost a minute before it finally spit the soap out, the slimy bar clattering on the shower floor while I sputtered even though it wasn't in my own mouth. "Bad tail, we don't eat soap." I scolded it, giving its head a little flick and making it jolt while I let the shower water wash off my other hand. Having it suck on my hand like that, even if it was just trying to pull a bar of soap out from my fingers, brought out something from deep inside me.. literally. My cock started to slide out of my sheath, and I didn't even notice until I felt some of the water splashing off of it, making me jump from the shower on my sensitive cock flesh. At that point I immediately felt quite ashamed, but it's not like I was going to apologize to my own tail, who was currently busy gargling on shower water. Still I turned myself away from it while trying not to move it, reaching a hand down to my crotch and squeezing my sheath, helping to arouse me further and get me even harder, which wasn't tough considering I didn't jerk off at all the day before.

"F-fuck.." I whimpered, staring at my hardon. Only my knot was left in my sheath, stretching it out until I gently pulled it back to free that large bump. I couldn't wait any longer, starting to slowly stroke my shaft with my other hand on the wall, leaning forward so the water would directly splash off of my cock. As I huffed and moaned, gradually squeezing tighter and stroking faster, my mind idly wandered to what Seth said yesterday. I thought about how it felt when the tailmaw had its mouth clamped over my arm, how that would feel over my prick, so warm and soft, far better than any toy I've used.

With how distracted I was, completely lost in thought, I didn't even notice the maw moving again, squeaking in surprise as it suddenly nudged against my side and gave my crotch a big lick. Fuck it felt good, making precum spurt from my tip before I even realized what happened. Once I did realize what happened, my eyes went wide and my feathers stood up, both of my hands immediately going to the tailmaw and gently trying to push it away. It was determined though, and it didn't need to try much harder before it managed to close the distance and take the entirety of my shaft and even my hefty nuts into its huge maw. It didn't use its teeth at all this time as it immediately started to suck and lick, its size slightly forcing my thighs apart while I struggled to even stay standing. "Q-quit it..!" I groaned, but now I knew that I didn't want to stop it either.

It slurped noisily at my crotch, huge tongue slobbering all over my dick while it throbbed and twitched from the intense pleasure. At that point I doubted I could pull it off of me even if I wanted to, the beastly thing having quite the suction on me and not letting go, drinking every drop of my precum. I couldn't hold back my shaky moans, squeezing tightly to my tail not to push it away but to hold it there, though I doubt it would've stopped anyways. I could've sworn I heard it chuckle from my reactions and it started to suck and lick even harder, my legs wobbling. I could feel it in both ways, getting the sensation of my tender genitals being sucked like mad while also feeling 'my' mouth sucking on them, faintly tasting my own pre while more of it leaked onto the tailmaw's tongue.

There was no way I could've lasted that long, especially considering that was technically my first time, my hips reflexively thrusting as I got closer and closer.. then with a loud, defeated moan, I came harder than ever before into the huge maw, blasting its tongue with thick ropes of cum until I had no more left to give, shooting blanks and getting overstimulated by the tailmaw until it finally let me rest. I groaned, sliding down to my butt as the tailmaw slipped off of my crotch, giving it one last wet slurp while my arms flopped tiredly by my sides. "T-that was.. fuck, my legs feel like jello.." I sighed, resting back against a part of the tail. I noticed it moving this time, but didn't stop it as it brought its mouth right up to mine and gave me a very sloppy kiss. I moaned softly as it pressed its tongue against me, parting my lips and sliding it right into my mouth, my hands going up to gently hug it.

I was positively melting as I was kissed in such an overwhelming way, the tongue filling up my whole mouth on its own while I sucked on it without even realizing. I could taste some of my own cum on its tongue, which it seemed determined to snowball into my mouth, and I swallowed it down without even thinking about how lewd and kinky it all was. If I hadn't already emptied my balls a minute ago I probably would've been leaking pre all over the place, but it was still managing to make me horny as fuck yet again. I gagged gently as the tongue prodded against the back of my throat, not having any real practice deepthroating things and certainly not things as large as this, but it kept pushing and poking until, with another louder gag, it slid right into my throat. It was overwhelming, the feeling much more intense than when I got sucked off even if it didn't stimulate me the same way. It was a good thing I was sitting down, for sure.

I couldn't even breathe now and I wanted more, holding onto my tailmaw as if my life depended on it while it pushed its tongue deeper, bulging my neck out with the sheer size. Plenty of its copious amounts of saliva dripped down my chin, getting lost under the shower stream, but it didn't seem to be producing any less of it as it kept noisily kissing me. I couldn't even tell how deep it was going anymore, only getting a sensation of immense fullness. I didn't feel like I was running out of air even though I couldn't breathe at all, maybe the tailmaw was breathing for both of us, but the fact that I couldn't breathe in was uncomfortable in a sort of delightful way. It also meant the large tailmaw could kiss me as long as it wanted to, and it sure took its sweet time having its fun with me. Just like when it sucked me off I could feel it from either end, feeling myself being stretched and doing the stretching, though the tailmaw was still in full control in that regard.

Minutes must've passed before it finally started to pull away, slowly pulling its tongue back out of my mouth until it was all the way out, giving me one more lick on the face as I gasped for air. Its spit dripped out of my mouth and I instinctively swallowed it, only realizing what I'd done a few seconds later and blushing even more heavily than I already was. The tail rested itself in my lap, and I gave it a little smile while the shower poured over both of us. "Maybe you're not so bad after all.." I mumbled and gave it some gentle pets.

Once I could stand up right I managed to finish cleaning up without any more incidents, getting out of the shower and taking a while to dry off afterward. I actually managed to continue the rest of that day normally enough, though I didn't leave home, spending some time around the apartment cleaning up. I made sure to give the tailmaw a little snack once in a while, keeping it relatively docile despite its occasional attempts to lunge at some food I left out or trying to kiss me again. I didn't resist those kisses though, at least trying to stop it when it attempted to shove its tongue right into my throat again- surprisingly it listened to me when I tried to stop it, but it gave a sort of evil snicker every time. That seemed to be the closest it could do to speech, as I spent some time trying to get it to talk, but it never made any words. Eventually I went to bed with it, and it seemed just as tired as I was. It was different than last night, less like hugging a pillow or a plushie and more like hugging another person, feeling its hot breath on me as we both dozed off.

The next morning, I actually expected it to grow. What I didn't expect was for it to double in size, ten feet long and incredibly thick. I didn't expect to be woken up by it shoving itself under the blankets either, pushing my legs apart and quickly taking my junk entirely into its maw before I could even react, still on my side. I didn't try to stop it, I don't think I could have even if I tried, as it started to suck hard on me while smothering my genitals with its even bigger tongue, barely taking a few seconds for my cock to go from soft in its sheath to rock hard, my balls getting some loving that was out of this world. It was definitely drooling more than yesterday too, thick globs of spit running down my thigh to pool on the sheets beneath and completely soaking everything its jagged lips and soft tongue covered.

It was barely a minute before I busted, moaning as my knot swelled and cum poured into the tailmaw, hands gripping tight to the blankets. Only then, while I came into my tail, did I notice that I was getting even more sensations from it. I could feel and taste everything it did just as clearly, not muted at all like the past two days. It was a little bit gross to feel my jizz sliding down its throat when it swallowed, but the arousal of the situation far outweighed any negative. It continued to suckle even after I was done, getting me to squirm and whimper until it eventually let go. "Y-you're huge.." I groaned, shuddering as it gave me a lick as slow as a snail, tongue dragging up the front of my body from my waist to the top of my head, my heart sinking slightly once I realized how truly massive its tongue was- it was about as wide as my torso if not wider, insanely thick, and god knows how long. It practically painted me with its thick drool, and I could smell its breath as it panted in front of me. I either somehow didn't notice the past two days, or maybe it only got to this point now, but it had a serious case of morning breath. It made me wince, turning my head away, but I found myself breathing in more of that smell despite its headiness. Training the tail to let me brush its teeth was absolutely on my to-do list now.

"Okay, uh.. I guess let's go eat." I huffed, adjusting to my tail's weight with surprising ease as I stood up, spit dripping off of me. I looked back at the sheets, seeing how wet they were and sighing. I stopped by the bathroom to grab a towel, wiping myself off and tossing it in the laundry before going to the kitchen. I started preparing breakfast for the two of us, nothing too crazy, just some hashbrowns and an omelet I planned on splitting. About halfway through the tailmaw started to drool like a dog, thick globs of saliva splattering on the floor while the smell of food filled the apartment. Even through the pleasant scent of breakfast cooking, I could smell its breath quite strongly. "Hold on boy, it's almost done." I laughed a bit nervously while it hovered over my shoulder. I was shocked that it was being so patient, but I could feel its patience beginning to run out while it- while we- got hungrier.

Soon things were ready, and I set my food on a plate and put the tail's food in a bowl. I turned around to get myself a drink, and before I could tell it to wait, the tailmaw had eaten its entire meal in one gulp.. and mine. "Hey, we were supposed to share!" I pouted, turning toward it. It huffed at me, licking the empty dishes as if it might make more food appear. I would've been more upset, but I could still taste it all just fine, and I could even feel it settling in my stomach.. I figured then that I probably wouldn't need to feed it anything different than what I'd normally eat, and probably not even that much since we shared the same belly.

It was a nice enough day to go out, and I couldn't stay home forever. Before going though, I was absolutely going to take a shower. Even if I didn't entirely mind being slathered with tailmaw spit, it wasn't a good way to present myself, and the powerful smell was impossible to miss to myself and anyone around me. I could tell it wasn't happy about taking another shower as I walked into the bathroom- after I cleaned up the dishes and the drool on the kitchen floor- but it didn't fight against it this time. Even with its begrudging compliance it was hard to get into the shower due to its huge size, bumping against the ceiling past the showerhead. "Okay, we'll need to work on this later, maybe a rain shower..?" I wondered, turning on the water again and starting to wash us off. It took me a while longer than intended to fully clean us, not because of my tail resisting in any way, but because I couldn't resist the urge to give it a tight hug once in a while, burying myself in its soaked and still fluffy feathers while it licked me and gave me more drool to clean up.

After the struggle that was drying off I felt a certain need rising in my groin, much different than arousal. I looked behind me at my tailmaw, met with its slightly unnerving faceless stare, its zigzagged mouth lightly curved in a smile. "Better not do anything weird.." I mumbled, standing in front of the toilet and gently holding my sheath, pulling it just enough to expose my tip. I sighed softly, letting my bladder go and releasing a stream of urine into the toilet bowl. That lasted for about a second before, without warning, my tail lunged like a snake and closed its mouth over my crotch, making me yelp in shock and strengthening the flow for a moment.

"T-that's disgusting, get off..!" I whimpered, pushing at it after pulling my hand out of its mouth. That was a mistake. I probably could've tried to literally pinch off the flow, but now I couldn't do that or anything, emptying my bladder into my tail as it loudly gulped everything down. I could taste every bitter drop, feeling a little bit queasy but managing to keep it all in. At least I was well hydrated, so it could've been worse, but that meant there was more for it to drink too. I was only able to stop after I'd completely emptied out, the tailmaw gently nursing at my sheath until there wasn't a drop left before it pulled off. "Finally, you're nasty.." I huffed, still able to taste my urine lingering on its tongue. Somewhere deep down I knew that I enjoyed that in a sort of taboo way, having to take a moment and breathe so I wouldn't get hard. I'd never even considered such a thing before, but now all sorts of thoughts were racing through my head.

Once I'd calmed down it was time to get dressed.. or at least try to. That was another small ordeal, my shirt fitting well even if it was lifted up in the back, but my shorts and jockstrap could hardly stay up, unable to be strapped over my tail like I'd usually do and instead pushed down by it. Bending over too far would show off my ass to anyone behind me, and I had to be careful to not let them fall right down. It made me hesitant again to go out, so once we were by the front door I glared at my tail and pointed at it. "You better behave while we're in public, or else I'm not letting you kiss me tonight." I threatened. I immediately realized how stupid that sounded, and even my tailmaw who had nothing but a mouth somehow rolled its eyes at me. "..Let's just go." I mumbled as I stepped out the door and locked it behind us.

I figured that the best place to go first would be a clothing store, so I wouldn't need to worry about everybody seeing my junk. Stepping out through the door was enough to make my shorts sag, so I made sure to keep a hand on my waist to hold up my clothes at all times. The instant we stepped out of the building we nearly bumped into someone, and I could see them begin to prepare to tell me off before they looked up from my short body and saw my huge tail staring down at them, muttering a quiet 'sorry' before they turned and kept walking. I snickered, watching them scurry off before I gave the tailmaw a pat. "Good boy."

There were lots of weird looks directed at us as we walked, even from the rare few that had a tailmaw of their own, but nobody dared to actually say anything rude out loud. As small as I was, the intimidating size of the tailmaw behind me was enough to 'discourage' them. Even when I found an appropriate clothing store to look around in, the employees seemed cautious, while I calmly looked at different things that might fit, as my tail nonchalantly nosed at objects and sometimes at confused people. I tried on some of the shorts and jockstraps with extra large tail holes in the mercifully large changing rooms, having to lightly shove away my tail from my crotch a few times until it got the message and huffed grumpily. Honestly, I was tempted to let it have its fun, let it suck me off in public at the very high risk of getting caught, but I decided that maybe it wasn't such a great idea when I'd probably be moaning at the top of my lungs, and my tail didn't know the meaning of stealth. It'd have to wait for another time.

Next up, I decided to visit a pet store. I wasn't naive enough to think of leashing my tailmaw, only looking for a collar that might fit it just because it'd look nice, but nothing they had even came close to fitting. I didn't get the best chance to look at everything they had though, getting kicked out after a bucket of treats suddenly became empty while no one was looking. Despite my efforts to not gag at the taste of dog treats it was quite obvious who ate it, my tail loudly chewing its snack. On the plus side I wasn't banned after reluctantly paying for all of the treats, giving that hungry little bastard a small flick on the way out. I passed by a tattoo and piercing parlor at some point, idly wondering if they'd give a piercing to a tailmaw, and furthermore if it would ever allow that. That was another question that would have to wait for another day.

I was in the middle of thinking where to go next before I heard someone nearby shout my name, turning toward them to see Seth waving at me from across the street, attracting even more attention to both me and him. My tail perked right up and looked toward him, as if it recognized him as well. He immediately looked astonished, but after checking the road he quickly rushed across. "Dude, is that-" He was cut off by my tail moving right to him, giving his face an extra slobbery lick. "..the tailmaw." He sputtered, wiping its drool off of his face. "Sorry, sorry. Yeah. I meant to text you back yesterday, I was just panicking at the time and forgot, yknow?" I apologized, using some of my feathers to help clean his face. "It's fine, I'd probably be panicking too. I'm just glad to see you're all fine, considering, uh.. him." He said, gesturing to my tail which was now panting dopily without a care in the world. "We had some time to uh, warm up to eachother. He did grow again this morning too, but he's not as aggressive as yesterday. I'm not really that concerned about the why right now, honestly." I told him, reaching up and giving its chin some scratches.

"Kinda seems like a big dog. Breath smells like one too." He thought out loud, hands on his hips. "He really is. I got kicked out of a store earlier because he ate a bucket full of treats." I laughed, silently thankful that the treat bucket was rather small so I didn't have much to digest. "Did you want to grab some lunch? I was going to get some anyway, but you may as well come with me if you want." He asked me, and right away I could sense the hunger from my tail. I somehow felt quite hungry too, even with the dog treats and the extra big breakfast. "Sure, that sounds great. Got anywhere in mind?" I asked him as if I didn't already know the answer. "Pff, as if you don't already know the answer." He laughed, the two of us walking to a cheap, shitty fast food joint that we always got food from. Luckily there was outdoor seating, so there was less chance of my tail causing havoc, and we only needed to go up to a counter to order. The tired-looking worker at the counter barely seemed fazed by my tail, even while it started to drool onto itself and the ground from the powerful smell of greasy food.

Seth and I sat at a nearby table after making our orders, and after I made a quick apology for all the drool, casually chatting while waiting for our food to be done, my tail staring toward the source of the tasty smell. "Have you decided on a name for him yet?" He asked while scrolling through his phone. "Nnnno, not yet. I haven't thought about it much, but that's probably not a bad idea if I'm gonna be sticking with him.." I responded, looking up to my tail. "It'd be easier to tell him what to do if he had a name, wouldn't it?" He asked. "Er.. he doesn't really listen to me anyways yet, so I don't know." I mumbled.

Soon our food was ready, tray delivered to the table with three near identical meals, having three fizzy drinks and three burgers with three bags of fries. I had to stick my elbow into my tail to prevent it from immediately eating everything, Seth rolling his eyes as he took his food and made sure it was well enough out of reach before I let go. I barely got my own food out of the way before the hungry tailmaw yanked its food out of the wrapping with its teeth, swallowing it whole and letting out a satisfied sigh, doing the same to the package of fries before Seth and I could even take our first bites. "Wow." He chuckled, staring along with a few strangers from their own tables. "Yeah. It was like that with breakfast too." I huffed, trying to eat my own food while my tailmaw hovered right above my head, still drooling some. I could feel what it ate in my stomach, but I didn't feel full yet, as if the tail's growth made my appetite grow too.

We kept talking and eating for a while, Seth occasionally reaching across the table to feed my tail a french fry. I was close to finishing my food when he stood up, giving himself a quick brush to get the crumbs off of his clothes. "It was nice to see that your tail didn't eat you alive, but I should probably get going. You two got any plans for the rest of the day?" He asked. I glanced toward my tail, which was now resting most of its length on the ground with only its end up on the table. "Nah. I mostly came out to buy some new shorts since these ones don't exactly fit now, we'll probably just go home and watch TV or something." I responded. He gave me a nod. "I'm sure you'll be doing something alright." He snickered, and my tail snickered right with him. "Whose side are you on..!" I huffed quietly. Luckily its laughter was too subtle for him to notice.

We once again parted ways, though I took my time finishing the rest of my meal. I was very full, but strangely enough I felt like I could eat a lot more if I wanted to. I was satisfied at least, and so was my tail. Maybe it was a bit too satisfied, as soon after I finished eating, it let out a thunderous burp that made me jump in surprise, shocking people around too. I could feel my stomach rumble as it did so, so deep and bassy that my whole body trembled- or maybe I was trembling with embarrassment. I couldn't even apologize right away, that burp continuing for a good four of five seconds before quieting down. Then it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, not a single word being spoken other than some awkward coughs. I didn't even hear my heart beat, if it was beating at all then. "..S-sorry.." I squeaked. I never imagined my body would be able to produce that, but then again I never imagined I'd have a tail more than three times my size either. People soon went back to talking as usual, and there was no doubt that some of them were talking about me. I picked up my stuff, and got the hell out of there as fast as I could, feeling people staring at me the whole time.

There weren't any issues on the way back other than having to hold my pants up the entire time, my tail nice and docile after being so well fed. I did just as I said I would and lazily kicked back, stripping down to just the underwear I had on and sitting on the couch with my tail, which took up the entire rest of the couch on its own. I think that made it an even greater cuddle buddy, like the biggest, warmest, fluffiest pillow you could get. It'd barely been a day since I was panicking over it being five feet long, but now it was twice that and that worry was already almost entirely gone. I didn't feel a reason to worry about it in such a way now, both of us already quite warmed up to one another. Most of the worry that was left was about fitting it into places or it eating other people's food.

It was another calm evening, and I made a simple but big dinner for the two of us, making sure I got to eat some myself. I tried to talk to my tail, maybe see if it had any form of speech or even something like barking, but it seemed like the most it could do was huffs, grunts, growls, and panting. It could understand my words, at least. I thought back to what Seth had said earlier, soon deciding on a name: Mandea. That obviously didn't result in it talking at all, but it would at least help in communicating, especially if others wanted to talk to it.

Later we went to bed, Mandea just as tired as I was, happy to flop onto the soft blankets. When I first bought the mattress a while back I thought it might be way too big for me, and it was, but it was practically perfect for the two of us. I got comfy in the blankets while on my phone, the monstrous and fluffy tail breathing softly completely under the blankets. Same as most nights I ended up looking at some raunchier subjects, drifting toward pictures, videos, and stories of people doing less than safe-for-work things with their tailmaws. Some people took control of their tails to dominate them, but the rest seemed to submit to them instead, and in either group there weren't any tailmaws as large as Mandea.

It didn't take long for me to get hard, shaft sliding out of my sheath and throbbing gently under the blankets. Mandea shifted, sensing my arousal, moving its mouth toward my crotch. I put a hand on its head and huffed, feeling its hot breath washing over me and making my cock twitch and drip precum. I wanted to let it lick me and suck me off again, but there was something else I wanted even more. I didn't even need to say it, the thought alone being enough to make it change its plans before I changed positions. The blankets were pushed aside as my tail lifted itself up while I rolled over, getting onto my hands and knees and trying to stop myself from shaking with nervousness and excitement.

I watched as the tailmaw curled around, putting its mouth just behind my fat ass and licking its lips while it started to drool again. "J-just be gentle, please.." I huffed quietly, and it responded to that by giving me a lick between the legs, up my taint and across my tailhole, even partly going up its own base before stopping, that one lick enough to leave me dripping with spit. I squeaked in surprise, gripping tightly to the sheets and tensing up, precum drooling out of my urethra already. Mandea growled lowly, not in a predatory manner but more of a sensual, possessive way, and it made me shiver even before I was licked again, and again. Most other people would probably be grossed out by tasting their own ass, but the exotic idea alone was enough to make me enjoy it.. not to say I didn't enjoy the taste anyways.

It felt like hours passed with it slurping away on my butt, each lick making me hornier than the last. I practically melted into a puddle, hugging onto a pillow and burying my face in it to muffle my loud moans, my knees shaking and my hole twitching from the intense pleasure. I only snapped out of it once I felt its tongue pushing right against me, trying to get right in. I reflexively clenched tight, that massive tongue letting up slightly until I relaxed and it tried to push in again, not stopping this time and only pressing harder, my tailhole gradually giving in to that insistent pressure. I couldn't hold it back much longer, unintentionally or not, and I cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure as I was stretched and filled with several inches of massive tongue. I got an even better deeper taste of myself, though that was drowned out by the other overwhelming sensations going through me. Thank god it was so squishy and wet, I have the feeling that if I took something that big hard, I would've been split in two- it sure felt like I was already being torn apart though, my rear unused to such large penetrations, or any other than a small toy or my fingers. It definitely hurt, but it felt so unimaginably good, a little bit of semen spurting from my dick without me even cumming.

I bit onto my pillow, groaning against it while I trembled and tried to adjust to the pain. Even Mandea was shaking, drooling on me and the bed and keeping its tongue still inside me, the heat of its breath helping me gradually relax and turning pain into pleasure. The sheets beneath me were already soaked with a mix of precum, sweat, and saliva, but at the time I didn't really care about the mess, the pounding in my chest slowly calming down. I eventually pulled my face off of the pillow, resting my cheek on it instead and letting out a long, shaky sigh. "O-okay, you can keep moving. Slowly." I spoke to my tail, barely keeping myself together. It still hurt, but not as much as the initial penetration, and I think both of us were eager for more.

I gasped and moaned as that big, slobbery tongue slid deeper into my ass, barely needing to go further before it pushed against my prostate and milking another glob of cum out of me, along with another loud moan. Mandea began to slowly thrust its tongue in and out of me, not pulling it out or pushing it too much deeper, but using its own softness to squish it around inside me and pressing against every possible sweetspot. Even though both of us could feel the pleasure it seemed that Mandea was able to handle it much better, continuing to tonguefuck me while I couldn't even speak, every push in making me release all sorts of happy, lewd noises.

Mandea pressed its wide mouth right against me, its pointy teeth lightly grazing my thighs without catching, making me tense and squeeze tight around its tongue. It growled again, speeding up its movements, making me lightly rock back and forth from those thrusts. I could feel its tongue in my gut, feel my gut around its tongue, filling me more than I ever thought anything would. I slid a hand underneath myself, tenderly pressing it to my stomach and feeling it bulging out, forcibly stretched by the immense appendage inside. I was amazed that I could take so much, and all I could do to show it was laugh tiredly between moans.

It all felt so good, too good.. I didn't even know I was getting close before I felt myself go over the edge, crying out in bliss as I finally came. Cumshot after cumshot surged forth to splash in the puddle of mixed fluids between my legs, the dastardly tailmaw using part of its tongue to really grind against my prostate and milk me dry. Both of us were drooling plenty, even if my saliva production was only drops in the ocean compared to Mandea. I soon lost the strength to continue, going limp with a defeated whine, arms loosely wrapped around the pillow still and tailhole barely able to do the lightest clenching around the tongue that continued to slurp away inside me.

Even with that endless stimulation, my orgasm couldn't go forever. My cock started to go soft, and I didn't have the energy to hold back what I knew was coming. I whimpered weakly as I started wetting myself, unable to stop pissing myself for the second time that day, further ruining the blankets under me. It felt shamefully good, and I groaned into the pillow while emptying my bladder onto the bed, aided by the pressure against my bladder from the inside by my tailmaw's huge tongue. Of course, even after that tank was all empty and I was bent over in a puddle of my own urine, I didn't get a break from that lusty tail. I don't know how much longer passed before it finally stopped, pulling its tongue out of my hole that was left gaping, a small river of spit pouring and squirting out. My legs slid back, letting me fully lay down as Mandea rested next to me. I was already barely conscious, falling asleep as soon as I closed my eyes.

The following morning was more peaceful than expected. I woke up on my side, one arm up on my tail in a gentle hug, feeling it lightly rising and falling with its breathing. It hadn't grown any larger than yesterday either, it seemed like it really did take three days to fully grow. I felt sticky, mostly beneath the waist, and a bit sore in an oddly pleasant way. I blushed as I thought back to last night, giving Mandea a little rub, it yawning and stretching in response. It gave my face a lick, happy and calm rather than teasing or sexual, and I smiled as I gave it some more pets as I sat up.

I let out a frustrated groan upon seeing the ruined sheets and blankets, pulling them off of the bed as I got out of it and stood on my feet, dripping with cum, spit, and urine. It was frustrating to have such a mess, especially since it left a stain on the mattress itself, but not to the point where I was truly upset. It was just something I'd have to deal with now, or prepare for the next time. For now, all I could do was toss the bedding into the washer and toss myself into the shower, Mandea just as reluctant as before to get into the water despite us getting used to one another. After cleaning up and drying off I got dressed into my new bottoms, a little bit loose in the front but the back having large, adjustable straps that could go right over my tail's base, and made the two of us breakfast. I could tell it was going to be another fun and interesting day of us getting to know one another..

That was all months ago. Now Mandea and I have grown a lot, metaphorically speaking- it still hasn't gotten any bigger since that fourth day, staying at its same massive size. We still get weird looks from time to time from strangers, but friends and family have generally accepted it. Personally I can't imagine what life would be like without it now. It still has its misbehaving moments, whether that's purposefully getting me all hot and bothered in public or eating all of my food before I can take a bite myself, but generally it knows when not to do something that would result in genuine trouble.

I've 'learnt' many different things we could do in the bedroom, most of which I never would've imagined I'd be doing, and more than a few times now I've gotten friends involved, something else I'd never done before getting my tailmaw. Most people never go as far with it as I usually do, but generally they seem excited to try something so exotic. One friend was actually especially intrigued with a thought I told them about giving Mandea a piercing, one thing leading to another, leading to it getting a large, silver ring near the tip of its tongue. It actually seemed to welcome it, not struggling or resisting at all throughout the process, now enjoying using the ring as another tool to toy with me. I think getting the piercing hurt me a lot more than it hurt Mandea..

All in all, things are good. There are still issues that come with having a ridiculously huge tailmaw that drools so often, but I've learnt to deal with those issues one way or another. To this day I don't know if the pill and cream I took were meant to make such a large tailmaw, though I'm glad they did. With everything that Mandea can do, a little three-foot tailmaw sounds boring, no offense to anyone with a tail that small. To wrap this all up.. Don't trust transformatives that a friend buys for you from a shady dealer for suspiciously cheap, unless you're willing to deal with a lot more than you'd expect.