Michelle cried a lot, then she masturbated a lot, and then began crying again as she held her tentacles limp inside her hands.
Eventually she freshened up, she considered going back to the lake, instead went for a smaller creek to the side, probably feeding into it, to wash herself.
Naked, she was sitting in one calm corner of the creek with her legs open, nodding off, until suddenly she snapped awake, her floating tentacles underwater... sensing something.
Before she could understand what it was, she felt them shoot out extremely quickly, making her gasp at the feeling. Some air bubbles that were trapped inside of her pussy bubbled up.
But she didn't notice that, as her tentacles seemed to have caught... something. It was wiggling in-between her tentacle's grasp, trying to escape, but it seemed to taste so, so delicious. The fish wiggled and tried to escape once more, and with a vague intent, her tentacles turned one half on its side, ripping the fish in two.
She stared, shocked, at the small pool of blood that seemed to emerge a small distance before her. She... her vagina, had just caught a fish. She tried to ignore the metallic (delicious) taste that the fish's blood gave to her tentacles, and instead tried to pull one of the parts close for her inspection.
From what she could see, it was a Salmon, a fully-grown one, possibly trying to return up the stream. She felt around it with her tentacles, underwater, and even though she thought of pulling it above water and possibly smoking or baking it, that didn't seem to appeal to her right now.
Instead, she felt her abdomen churn again, and without much thought, one of the halves got pulled in. She tensed her legs as she felt her vagina try to churn it, ingest it, "bite" it, trying to pre-process, which was difficult with her other two tentacles extended, being compressed into the sides.
Her vagina seemed to feed small chunks to... something, leading deeper in, she felt her tentacles identify right-sided chunks to carry deeper, where it gets sucked deeper inside, into... what? Her womb? Maybe that... thing, that has been churning all this time?
She stared wide-eyed at the surface of the water, her own face staring back, looking shocked, and she wondered if in a few months, she would even recognise that face anymore.
Michelle then felt her abdomen cramping, and instead of the flashes and dulls of pain that she expected to come with it, it seemed... oddly subdued? Only a few bits of pain, and she was fairly sure those were due to bits of bone poking her insides.
More churning, more cramping, she thought about pulling the other piece inside, but she felt a sort-of refusal, with reminder of a feeling that her "mouth" was "full".
To help her vagina "pre-chew" the remaining chunks, she let the other half of fish be deposited into her open hands, above the water. Her other tentacles shot back in, and she could feel the "chewing" process speed up significantly, making her squirm in her "seat", and moan softly at the pleasure coming from it.
Soon enough, she felt herself "swallow" the remaining bits. She then let the half of the fish drop unceremoniously in the water. Immediately, a few of the tentacles shot out with lightning speed to haul it inside, and she felt an odd sense of... pride, at that her speed?
Afterwards, she didn't remember the moment she dozed off, but she remembered waking up; a familiar terrifying feeling; sleep paralysis, she could not move any of her limbs.
Trying to get over the panic that it brought with it (and the uncertainty of what it could possibly mean), she slowly, eventually, got herself seated up, to look down in the water, her limbs responding very slowly.
She wasn't seated comfortably, there was something of a branch poking her butt, and she could feel mud squirm under her toes, but she could look down into the extremely clear water, to see her pussy... gaping?
No, it was oscillating, like breathing, it seemed to suck in amounts of water, and then expel it again. That motion reminded her of something, eventually making he realise that she wasn't breathing.
Unable to panic in her paralysed state, she spotted gills(!) along her "vagina bones", in a V-shaped formation emerging from the abdomen, which seemed to oscillate with the opening and closing.
Mesmerised, she watched them open and close, almost hypnotically, for a little while. But then she gets interrupted by an intruder swimming into view.
A fish, a minnow, if she remembered correctly. It swam around lazily, in circles, seeming to try to locate some food. It swam closer and closer to her pussy, and her panic raised as she realised she was helpless if it were to ever touch her body, or... wait.
The minnow swam closer and closer to her pussy, it swam away quickly as it was scared by a twitch from her, but then it quickly returned, and it... hovered around the opening of her pussy. She noticed it had stopped oscillating, and she wondered if her hunch was correct.
The minnow swam cautiously to the entrance, very very carefully swimming inside the opening, which seemed to gape further, almost in anticipation. It swam inside, but only until Michelle could no longer see its tail, did something happen.
Her pussy closed up, and she could feel tentacles inside shoot out and strangle the fish. She let out a soft muffled moan, as the fish was quickly dealt with, and fed deeper inside of her. Her abdomen churning softly, purring like a well-fed cat.
Well-fed...? How long... has she been sitting like this?
Looking over to her left, she then spotted the moon, reflected on the surface of the water.