Michelle had a red tentacle in her grip. As she squished she found it difficult not to moan when she did. The tentacle was long, as Michelle pulled it, she was surprised it moved with her very easily. However, she also realised how wrong it was and began panicking. "I've become a freak!" Michelle said. In the meanwhile she pulled out more and more of this new limb out of her pussy until she finally reached the limit.
Michelle looked around her. Of course, no one was near , but that wasn't what she was looking out for. She saw her bag, right outside of her tent, knowing she had brought a knife with her, to cut her food. In her state of panic she barely realised what she was doing, but one thing was for sure...
...She didn't want this thing inside her body.
Michelle stretched out the tentacle and laid it on the grass. Now inspecting it closely, she saw how many suckers this slimy tube had. It was twitching on the grass, almost as if it were a snake. Michelle held a firm grip on the base of the tentacle, about 10 centimeters apart from her groin, and aimed her knife in between. Feeling the cold touch of the flat side of the knife on the tentacle, she couldn't help but shiver again. She paused and took a breath, counting to 3. Then she swung her knife towards it.
The knife sliced through the tentacle as if it was paper, but Michelle felt it. She screamed out in pain, but also pleasure. This organ was almost like a moving clitoris, within her. She lost her grip from the tentacle, which now spasmed on the grass, having no contact anymore to its unrightful owner. Michelle saw a glimpse of how the rest of the tentacle, the part that hadn't been cut of, went inside of her again. The churning within her womb started again. This was making her uncomfortable, besides the pain she already felt because of cutting off part of the tentacle, the part that now lied on the grass, finally not moving anymore.
"What happened?" Michelle exclaimed...