You realize you're hungry and carry your wife to the kitchen. You pour two bowls of cereal and sit at the small dining room table. Your wife shows off the dexterity of her new tentacles by using one to handle her spoon instead of her hand.
"See how amazing these are? Don't you want some too?"
She punctuates the question reaching under the table with another tentacle and caressing your leg. You feel your proto-tentacles flutter at the touch.
"Since my transformation has started I may not have a choice. But I love you and I want us to be together. If that means becoming half octopus so be it."
Your wife smiles gleefully. "I hope you'd say that."
With breakfast finished, you take care of the dishes. Then you notice your wife has made her way over to the sofa in the living room. You walk over and recall your foreplay there during the earlier stages of her transformation. You grow erect at the memory, which she can clearly see because neither of you have put any clothes on since you woke up. Your wife pats the couch invitingly with a smile on her face. Sitting down, she spreads your legs and immediately goes down on you. You lean back resting your arms on the couch and enjoy her giving you head. She doesn't use her tentacles for anything extra, but she seems to be going at it with extra enthusiasm.
"Almost there..." you warn her.
You feel her mouth sliding off your dick only to suddenly go deeper than ever before. You open your eyes wide with surprise and immediately orgasm. As you pump yourself out, you stare in shock. Your wife didn't voluntarily deep throat you; your proto-tentacles, which have already lengthened, grabbed her head and forced her to do it, not releasing her until you stopped pumping. You tried to will your tentacles to stop, but they wouldn't obey your conscious thought. Do your tentacles have a mind of their own, or were they obeying deeper desires? More importantly, how will your wife respond to this?