Michelle slowly regained consciousness, her head throbbing from the impact with the tree. She blinked, her vision gradually clearing, and as the world came into focus, she found herself lying on the ground in the shade of the towering tree. Some branches laid beside her. With a furrowed brow, she tried to recall the events that had led up to this moment, the memories of the sea monster and its menacing approach flooding back into her consciousness. Was it just a dream? She remembered her body, ten feet tall, with large, powerful muscles, her skin tinted black. She remembered her horns, her claws... and her tentacles.
Michelle slowly tilted her head down and began to feel her body. She seemed different, yet somehow normal. There was no trace of her monstrous features. No claws, no black skin pigmentation. She also didn't feel like she was ten feet tall, even if it was hard to tell without any real comprehension. But why the hell was she stark naked, lying against a tree with a terrible headache, if this was all just a bad dream? She slowly slid her hands down her body. Her breasts felt full and very sensitive. When she touched them, a tingling sensation began to spread from her crotch. Michelle moaned as she felt her level of arousal rise. She ran her hands further down and felt the bulging abs of her stomach. Abs? She never really had abs. But she was too lost in her growing sexual pleasure to give it a second thought.
As she moved both hands further down, she felt her crotch, which was extremely hard and tight. It felt even harder than her strong stomach muscles. The feeling of inner pressure only increased her intense sexual pleasure. And then she felt something move underneath her skin. Something that was round and hard. Immediately, Michelle snapped back to reality as horror mixed with her excitement as she realized that this might not have been a dream.
Now focused, she leaned back against the trunk of the tree, moving her feet closer to her body so that her knees rose. When her knees almost touched her chest, she turned them outward and leaned forward a bit to get a better view of her pussy. There was definitely something moving there under her skin. She concentrated and contracted her lower body muscles. Her heartbeat quickened and her eyes widened as a familiar two inch wide flesh shaft slowly moved out of her pussy. She was now completely sure that this was not just a dream: The lake, her sexual experience, the multiplying of her appendages, the monster... Michelle swallowed. She remembered the pain and how the snake had bitten through her former four tentacles...
One by one, the tentacles slowly emerged from her womanhood. Two became tree and four. She took a deep breath and held it. Five, six, seven and eight. She released her breath. It wasn't just a dream. Everything was real. She could see it, she could feel it.
Michelle still felt some kind of pressure in her crotch. Somehow erotic, somehow distracting and alien. But the eight tentacles inside her had to be somewhere. She wondered why she wasn't ten feet tall anymore. Except for her slightly improved figure and her tentacles, she looked almost normal. Maybe some of the substance had been used to "repair" and duplicate the tentacles after the monster had bitten through them... She didn't really know. But she was sure that she liked her changes and that she needed to understand them better. How they worked and what they could do.
With that, Michelle ...