She felt herself tense up, but then she felt her body paralyse itself, like in the creek before.
She was completely locked up, and she couldn't see anything as she stared upwards, which caused her to lift her clitoral eyelid, to at least give her a little sense of sight.
She couldn't see anything around her, her heartbeat was quickening, and she was using her new vision to its limits, using her limited control over her body to spread her legs further, to look further.
She felt something approaching, rustling leaves, breaking a few small branches, every time, ever closer.
It emerged into her new vision, a rodent, scurrying along the forest floor, stopping to smell something, which was probably her.
She felt a wave of excitement and disgust. She didn't like rodents, but she now had an opportunity to get a new change!
The rodent scurried closer and closer, her "eye" seeing it breathe quickly, it was probably spooked with the heat she was radiating, but whatever smell of food she was giving off, it seemed to entice her better.
It stood still in front of her, quick breath, frozen in place.
After about a minute of this, Michelle got impatient, which resulted in the rodent being pulled in the rest of the way.
With pinpoint precision, thanks to her new pussy-vision, the tentacle did not have to "search", as could reach out, grab, and pull in the rodent with one motion.
There was a problem, however, as the little critter didn't die to the stinger, and seemed to scurry and run around its new captive home quite aggressively, trying to escape.
After a terrifying moment of pain and confusion, she had strangled it with one of her tentacles, just in time, as it looked like it was about to chew its way through.
She shuddered at that, and her abdomen agreed, churning long and slow on the rodent. She felt a new urge emerge from it, an urge to eat some of the tree-bark that she had fed it before. Previously it hadn't responded to it, but now seems to look incredibly delicious.
Bemused at the ways her new body was communicating with her, she used her pussy-vision and tentacles to pick up the bark in the area, eating piece by piece.
She relaxed under the full moon, feeling strangely energised. Eventually, with no piece of bark in sight, she felt like moving. Where, it didn't matter, she only had to find more material to ingest.
She walked, and walked, and walked. All the while she was in thought. Concurrently, something in the back of her head identified, reached out, and pulled in pieces of "food" that she identified on the forest floor, feeling a warm feeling adjust her bones to widen her thigh-gap, to allow her to walk and "eat".
She mused about the last few days, the strange transformations her body went through. First just a few tentacles, then food, then fish, then bugs, then... this.
She realised with a startle that she didn't have to go to the toilet the past few days, and reaching down to her asshole and where her urethra should be, she found them missing.
She sighed, and continued walking. At least that's one thing she didn't have to worry about, and... a million new things she now did.
Crunching up the bark, she stepped through more and more deadwood area.
Wait, crunched?
Taking another look, she saw that the folds in her pussy had reinforced skin, looking more angled, now being used to chop up food that came in. Way more convenient than to twist and crush.
The chopped up pieces get pushed deeper inside, where she caught a glimpse of something terrifying. She would've screamed, were it not that it was her own insides she was watching.
A maelstrom, of where her womb was supposed to be, of teeth. She had heard of vagina dentata, but how could you even classify _this_?
Shaken, she stepped forward, becoming aware that the churning inside of her abdomen became less like cramps, and more like... chomping. She shuddered to think of what the implications were of this, if her body was able to do this while she didn't feel anything. Maybe it learned from the last time...?
Stopping her walk, and stopping her tentacles pulling in new food, she waited until the... "chomping" also had stopped. She used one tentacle to reach inside of her old womb, to "lick" her "teeth". An endless barrage of teeth softly slid past her tentacle, and feeling the non-ending range of chewing power she had at her disposal, she "stared" a little, and made a little inside joke.
"Hopefully I don't have to brush these..."
Michelle was about to begin walking once more, but this gave her an idea...