She lets out a sigh, and looks at the closed bathroom door. The handle is much higher up now that she sits at roughly half her original height.
Scooting over to the door, she begrudgingly reaches up and turns the handle, swinging herself into the bedroom in the process. Its a little colder outside of the bathroom, and she feels little chill bumps pop up all over her and her tentacles.
Looking at the mirror in the corner of the room, she immediately comes to the realization that she hasn't actually seen herself yet in full.
"I'm gonna look like a freak" she mutters to herself as she starts scooting across the carpet.
She feels an odd sensation in her groin as she scoots, realizing that her clit in its newly arranged position is brushing across the carpet. She makes note of this, having never actually been able to use the carpet for stimulation, but shakes the thought from her head as she approaches the mirror.
"Well here we go" she thinks to herself as she gently pokes the bottom of the mirror to rotate in a direction she can see herself better. Unsquinting her eyes, she makes small yelp when she first sees herself, but is surprised at what she sees. "Is... is my skin smoother?" she mumbles as she rubs her hands across her cheeks. Her complexion is startlingly perfect. Scooting back, she wants to see her whole body better. Looking at herself, she sees that her tentacles, while still being tentacles and not legs, actually give her a stunning hourglass figure, even more so than when she had legs!
"I guess I could pull off a skirt after all" she heartily says to herself.
Scooting over to the bed, she quickly looks up and sees that it is too high up for her to climb up to. She grabs a pillow and blanket that is within reach, but can't reach anything else. The carpet is starting to irritate her bottom, so ingeniously, she takes her tentacles and piles them up underneath her, much like a seat cushion, and has a slight chuckle upon seeing herself sit on a wad of skin, muscle, and cartilage that is part of her.
Since she knows you won't be home for a while, she begins trying to move her new appendages. She finds it difficult, much like trying to wiggle your nose, or move your ears, but slowly begins making headway. She slowly figures out how to move all her tentacles at once, and then works her way to the individual level. Squirming and wiggling, the tentacles have an increased dexterity and flexibility that her legs could never pull off. Lying on her back she begins to be able to move them without thinking as much effort as before, and while still being very awkward, she finds some joy in her predicament. She makes funny shapes, tries to "clap", and other silly maneuvers.
She slowly ventures lower, managing to brush a tentacle across her labia. Feeling a slight rush of blood and warmth to the area, she does it again, this time trying to hold it there. This sparks her imagination. She awkwardly gets another tentacle up, and fumbles it around her familiar slit. After 2 attempts, one finds the mark and she slides one inside her. She lets out a soft moan as she clumsily slides it in and out. While having no rhythm to her motion, the sensation is foreign, yet powerful compared to how she previously pleasured herself.
"Where have these been all my life!" she exclaims
Just like that, she subconsciously begins to use another tentacle to massage her clit, which makes her give out a startling yell. The feeling builds in waves, like sparks going off inside her. Using her hands to massage her breasts, she takes herself over the edge, her tentacles twitching and contracting upon each orgasmic wave.
She lies there dumbfounded as to what just happened. Almost trembling she lies there with a pulsating tentacle inside her, not sure what to think about the incredible experience.
"Well, there are worse fates" she giggled to herself as she lies staring at the ceiling in utter aftershock.