The woman I saw was definitely Sarah, but only in the subtlest and obscure ways. I recognized her through the way she moved, the way she smiled, the mannerisms when she adjusted her hair, and I saw the old her staring back at me, but that was where comparisons came to an end. Sarah was shorter now, barely passing five feet, with a prominent hips and generous butt, a sender figure almost out of fiction, a living photoshop, exaggerated by some more inhuman features.
Her grin was sharp, tongue forked, and her golden irises glimmered in the darkness, all edging towards the supernatural, but keeping it safe. The most prominent feature was, of course, that boney horn, sitting on the top of her head in the hairline above her left eye, a very obviously supernatural obtrusion emerging from her thick and wild hair. Then there was her tail - a small numb on the base of her spine - was less supernatural and more subnormal; a strange but explainable eccentricity of her spine, an adorable aberration, a magical little mutation. Finally, there was the last big piece of inhumanity, though this was probably the most explainable; her skin. It was now a soft pink, bordering on the bizarre, shiny and smooth in an impossible, doll-like way.
"Good, isn't it?" She murmured, her thoughts cascading over my mind. I agreed, straining as my sensation returned.
She wasn't finished adjusting her-... Our body. While my vision retreated away again, leaving me with just her groin again, I could feel the faint rumbling of changes as she added them to her body, tingles echoing through her flesh. It felt strange, like I was a creature within a bigger creature, attached to it, passively feeling it going about its life. It was hard not to feel somewhat awed by Sarah, now that my existence was one with and dependent on her, and I couldn't help but respond.
I felt myself strain, a needy ache radiating from my clit, cascading up my walls and bouncing down my tentacle. It left me moist, and Sarah giggling.
"Stop." her voice breathed, her warmth blanketing me. "Let me finish up."
She sent me a few more visions as she finished her changes, posing before a mirror. She now had a tattoo dominating her upper right arm; a cartoonish rendering of curvy demons in the thralls of a tentacled beast, the many eyes of the faceless beast on the pinnacle of her shoulder. Its tentacles reached back, grasping a pentagram on her shoulder blade and trying to encompass her breast, though unsuccessfully, only managing to tease her clavicle and barely reach her underboob. It deliberately framed and highlighted the shapely nature of her modest breasts, and hinted towards what she hid between her legs.
“I want one to,” my mind broadcast up to her. I felt her grin, then her hand land on the area just above my hairless mound. There was a heat as the Chronivac did it's work, leaving the characters ‘O FORTUNA’ in a sharp and compressed front. Leave it to Sarah to finally get that ‘lucky you’ tattoo.