The first thing I sensed was the movement of of something long inside something tight and foreign, trying to get comfortable like a snake in a cave. It felt good, silky and smooth, like a polished cock, and I had control over it.
"Oh hang on Babe," Sarah's voice echoed from far above. "Don't move it so much, its very sensitive."
My mind became aware of the entirety of my sensory world, my nerve endings glowing as I came acostomed to my vantage point. I was between her legs, a tight cunt with two daity lips, a clit throbbing at the pinacle. It was like having my whole world limited to just my groin, being only vaguely aware of the body above and the legs bellow, only seeing it if I focused, but feeling every inch of her womanhood, and the enviroment immidiately surrounding it.
Yet there was his thing, this long and tongue like thing, resting in there, a tongue-like mass of muscles, throbbing with antipation. I started to curl it, twist it around tightly. It came alive, sending a wave of tingling exitement racing through my walls, a thin and flat prehensile cock I could pleasure just by moving it. Before I could thoroughly indulge I felt Sarah's hand press against me as her breath skipped.
"Stop, stop, stop," she said, her voice deeper, "Lemmie explain everything first."
There was a brief oment where my controll lapsed, by mind fading from itself as it attached itsekf onto Sarah, subdued by it. In that moment I got a glimpse from her eyes, seeing her before the mirror in our room, naked, exposing her new body to me.
The first thing I saw - of course - was the new me, stitting almost hidden between her legs, caught in a collective of glimpses and memories she forced into my mind. She had wanted me to have more control, and so had altered the biology of her vagina, givong me a tongue-like tentacle, one that couldnt really leave my "mouth," but one that had a lot of flexabillity with it. To that end she also gave me controll of the muscles of her vagina too, alling me to contract, to cease up, even ungilate in all manner of patterns. The word she laced in my mind was "superpussy," and she told me it was the only pussy worthy of her now, what with her amazing new body.