He might note there were fewer tentacles - almost like she'd only partially changed or adapted other features first. It happened - seemed to happen to her - every odd month.

But was there really a time to linger on such detail?

Giggling when he hit the counter, her mouth wrapped around the head and she proceeded to suckling, pushing and pulling, taking him up almost to her throat before pulling away, and his hand only encouraged. Torturing? She was sure given how his hips rocked, but it was suffering to her. So close, but she didn't want to bite down here. She'd miss out on something else if that happened; taking him in a little further and almost into her throat would be something new so maybe he wouldn't think about it.