Arapocolypse (Part X)

I awake with a start, sore but a far cry from the agony of last night. I knew what I was becoming, but I was not prepared for this. Everything feels... soft and warm. Maddie is still wrapped tightly around me, with her face burred in my new, personally impressive, breasts. This is actually very nice, and in hindsight I have no idea why I was so terrified; I guess I just didn't know any better.

I slowly pry Maddie off of me so I wouldn't wake her up, and look at what I have become. My breasts were larger than Maddie's by a slim margin, with larger, lighter nipples. My butt would make a Black man drool (if there's any men left besides my father) with wide, birthing hips, but both are slightly smaller than Maddie's. I can feel my hair almost reaching the small of my back. I have a bit more fat around the stomach and thighs, but I think that just makes me look more nice and motherly. I can't believe I just thought that! I may be stuck in a new body, but that doesn't mean my thoughts have to change. Maddie is as sexy as she was before, I would say she even looks a bit better; it seems my sexual preferences haven't changed.

Maddie stretches and opens her eyes. She slowly sits up and smiles at me.

“How are you doing?”

“I guess....”

My voice. That was one change I was not prepared for.

“I guess I'm okay. A bit sore, but okay. But there's a weird feeling in my gut.”

For some reason my abdomen feels like I swallowed a rock. It's not love, I know what that feels like and this isn't love. It's more like I swallowed a tennis ball. Maddie chuckles.

“Oh, that? I know what that is! It's weird, and slightly icky, but this will feel great.”

She moves and sits in front of me, putting one leg under one of mine and the other over my other one. I assume we're going to try that scissoring thing, but I don't know how that could be very “icky.” Maddie begins to massage her lower abdomen and begins intensely fingering herself, quietly moaning. She appears to be kneading the inner walls of her vagina, and her abdomen rubbing  becoming slower and firmer. She lets out a satisfied moan as... what the hell?

Tentacles. Fucking tentacles are slowly beginning to protrude from her vagina. They're the light pink of a tongue and about a foot in length, maybe slightly less, with each having the girth of a few pencils bunched together. She looks at them, stretching them out without any use of her hands as she snickers at the expression on my face.

“Don't be so disgusted, you have them, too! And I know you want them.”

I feel slightly ill thinking about that. It's strange enough having a vagina, but this is just taking things overboard. But my thoughts are interrupted when Maddie begins to toy with my clitoris.

“Let's get things nice and wet here. Stop making that face! It may not exactly be natural, but it's how things are now, okay? There's no real way to get around this.”