She lay there naked on the bed trying to think positive thoughts. Her husband hasn't been freaked out or turned off by her changes. Maybe if she can't get them removed she could get used to being like this? The tentacles do seem to be pretty handy. What else can she do with them?
Something brushes her lower lips. She's startled until she realizes what it was. Her tentacles seem to respond to her unconscious desires. Consciously now she touches herself again, the tip of one of her tentacles stroking like a finger. She begins to feel wet. Slowly, carefully she slides the tip of the tentacle inside herself and lets out an involuntary moan. She experiments, gently probing her womanhood. The flexibility and sensitivity of her tentacles make them far better than fingers for this.
Two tentacles grab onto the sides of the bed. Two more reach up and encircle her breasts and tease her hard nipples. All the while she continues to explore herself in a new way. The sensations are amazing! She feels the pressure building within her then her tentacle touches just the right spot and the orgasm hits her like a tsunami. Her body shakes with the intensity.
She lays there panting for breath and drenched in sweat. Maybe being half octopus isn't so bad after all?