After discovering her changes yesterday morning, Michelle had fun nearly all day, walking around in the nude, controlling her tentacles until she was certain she could make herself cum "hands-free".
This continued after she entered her sleeping bag, having inserted a few of her "toys" before herself, hands outside, as her tentacles performed the effort of 4 able partners, manipulating the toys expertly, all without her needing to expose it to the open air.
Eventually she fell asleep, the excitement of the day catching up with her, her tentacles still softly rubbing her inner folds, no longer to stimulate, but to relax and soften.
After waking up, she felt a familiar churning, but it felt... lower. She groaned as she emerged from her sleeping bag, and cringed as she felt her half-evaporated fluids stick along the insides. "Crud, gotta clean that up, maybe folding it open to the wind could help..."
Unzipping and unfolding it, she saw the extent of her nightly excitement, as a major area of the fabric was soaked and evaporating. She tried to smell it, but it seemed remarkably neutral, or odorless? Odd. She hung the drying-airing sleeping bag on one of the outside drying racks.
Her stomach(?) churned again, and she eyed the discarded bag of chips from the previous morning. She shrugged, picked it up, and sat down on her chair, a snack appearing better than nothing right now.
Except... when she raised a chip to her mouth, she didn't feel the hungry urge she always did, it felt... odd, alien, revolting, but in a standoff-ish way.
Confused, Michelle placed the chip on her tongue, and that confusion turned to alarm when she realised she couldn't taste the salt or the flavour. She couldn't taste anything, or even smell it, anymore.
Or... did she? Michelle thought she smelled the chips, faintly, and she felt salivating, no, wetting? Her panties were beginning to soak again, apparently, and as she undid them, instead of a wave of smell hitting her nose, a wave of smell hit it.
As fresh air hit her cum-soaked pussy, she smelled the room, she smelled herself, the chips, the trees, the... animals? She moaned for a moment, as the immense amount of stimuli hit her pleasure centres next to her sensory clusters. She realised she could now begin to smell her own cum as well, hew new olfactory nerves having become numb to it before, constantly smelling herself, just like a regular nose...
She stared incredulously at her cum-stained pussy, and felt the tears come up in her again, similar as yesterday, lamenting at the alienness of it all, that she now has.
Then a tentacle emerged from her pussy, and she had to grit her teeth at the sensations. She realised now she was detecting heat through them, she could feel her legs, her hands, her body, the hotspot of the hole it just emerged from, in an oddly intuitive sense.
Another one emerged, and her "vision"... "sharpened" somewhat.
She felt her tears of lament welling up again, under her feeling of awe. One of the tears slides away from her face, and drips down on her tentacle, and she gasped before she had to grit her teeth again, to not let out a scream.
It was like she was tasting the Black Sea, immensely salient against the backdrop of nothing, an odd cocktail of tastes that she knew as her tears. She stared at her own tentacle in awe, and robotically reached and pulled the chip out of her mouth, which she had no urge to chew, or had tasted, this entire time.
She tried, and she couldn't even swallow anymore, not really, her neck muscles severely weakened, and she was fairly sure she could only consume liquids with it.
She felt shocked at this revelation; she couldn't eat with her mouth anymore. This was the hardest-hitting change to her so far, so how would she then...
Quivering, she lowered the potato chip to her crotch, and curled one of her tentacles around her hand (which made her taste the leftover sweat).
With the tentacle, she took a "lick" at the chip. There it was, the taste of salted cheese and onion, mixed with artificial compounds, together with a earthy and fatty under-layer of fried potato.
She let the chip slip from her hand, falling on a flat part of her abdomen, and with another tentacle, she reached up to it. While trying to curl around it, it broke the chip in half with some crumbs, but those crumbs stuck to the tentacle, and with only a vague intent, that tentacle then pulled those crumbs inside.
"Ah-! Oh! Mmmmmmm..." She moaned, in bliss, as the crumbs seemed to be "sucked off" the tentacle, somewhere deep inside. After, she could feel her stomach(?) churn once again.
She felt her other arm go limp, and her bodily muscles relaxed, as she positioned the sack of chips in front of her pussy. Two other tentacles reached up, to pull in the remaining crumbs of the chip, while two more reached in the bag, to grab full ones.
The next minute was a blur, as she clung to her seat with a iron grip, legs spread wide. The opening of the bag had been pulled inside of her pussy, with one tentacle sealing it to her lips from the inside, keeping an opening, for the other tentacles to haul chips through.
She heard herself scream and moan. The sensations of rough things being pulled inside of her cunt was already enough, but even more were the sensations of her tasting with - what she could only describe as - multiple tongues.
Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, she felt the activity dwindle, the bag creaking under the curling and coiling of tentacles on the walls, trying to find every last salt particle, and every last crumb. She looked down, and got herself under control again.
Pulling out the bag, it was completely empty, and a full feeling emerged from her abdomen, while she saw the insides of the bag coat with a thin layer of her cum.
The realisation of this all hit her like a sudden ton of bricks, and the bag fell out of her numb and paralysed hand.
"Oh no..."