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Daily Changes: Octopus

Marty was running along the pier when, suddenly and quite unexpectedly he ran entirely out of bones. A distinct and rather eerie lack of pain took hold as he collapsed. An unnatural pseudo human splat of bent back flesh echoed across the grey lit pier. Some attention was paid to him, but the lack of screams kept things calm.

"It was a run. Just a run," said Marty to himself as he stared in disbelief as his twist inward feet and half mashed hands.

Lifting up a hand in what looked to be a sort of wave of motion he tried simply to clench his fist. Instead of anything approaching the description of a fist what happened caused his shifting stomach to churn. Both halves of his hand seemed to roll down into his arm at separate speeds, splitting at manifest seem between the ring and middle finger. The fingers on the left seemed to fuze and tapir at the end, coiling up and sprouting bright white suction cups. Split in half and rolled near to the elbow the human's newfound tentacles finally prompted a proper scream.

Swarmed suddenly with curious and horrified onlookers the most many of them worked up the nerve to do was film things. Brief mutterings about something regarding a squirrel just yesterday filtered through the crowd as poor Marty was left without any immediate help. People were too cautious to touch him. Fumbling for his own phone he could feel his right hand being split similarly while trying to grip it. Putting his newly grown suction cups to use he plucked it from his pocket and tried to call more expediently for help. His eyes rolled to either side of his now bulbous head, losing sight of the bold capital DC emblazoned on his phone.

"Someone...anyone...help me," managed the shifting boneless mass that once was Marty. A disquiet settled over the crowd. Why were people recording? Why weren't they helping?

They are capturing the strangeness of your becoming Marty.

"Becoming?" asked the human who's mouth was gliding down off his face and onto his neck," I'm not dying?"

No. You are being assigned a new form, and the world is bearing witness.

"Why? How?" Marty wished to shout at his phone. Instead he found his lips hardening into a beak before sliding into a growing seam along the center of his neck that trailed down into his shirt. Working to pry his newly grown suction cups off the phone he tilted from one side to another, trying to look into it for an answer only to see his twisted inhuman form turning once to the left and then to the right as if to further show off his sudden changes. Once more catching sight of the crowd he, in spite of such proximity, felt completely alone.

"Out of the way, out of the way!" someone called.

There was a splash. The one who mentioned something about a squirrel before had run to fetch a bucket and doused the half man half cephalopod. Marty felt energized even as his lungs shrank away. His body seemed to drink up the moisture from his increasingly useless clothing, which now offering nothing more than a steady access to the cold comforting embrace of the saltwater he had found himself drenched in. The dull redness of his skin turned a brilliant and beautiful rust color, and the mantle that had been made of his head slipped up and portrayed a stature almost prideful in nature. Then the arousal started up.

With a start he pulled up at his pants with both of his left arms. Marty was looking to hide whatever erection might follow such sensations, but instead of up and out his cock felt as though it were moving inward to the right. Reddened rusty skin gave off the illusion of a blush as he picked up his pants to watch one of the more embarrassing parts of the change occur. With his head shifted to the side and his phone unintentionally pointed at it he watched as his cock flattened out and merged with his inner right leg. With the merging of cock and limb came a profound sensitivity through the length of the tentacle. This was made all the more profound as his brain began to spread down through each of those legs.

Drawing himself inward, Marty the phone against the edge of the pier as he emerged from his clothing. Torso gone as the last of the human skin melted away part of him wished to dive into the ocean below. Tingling throughout the length of his favorite new limb kept him from acting on such an impulse. Instead with each of his suction cup covered non cock arms he began to stroke this eighth leg with all his body. Lewd wet pops echoed along the pier as hundreds of suction cups popped off and along the ever sensitive limb. Stroking away the last of his humanity the cephalopod formerly known as Marty let out an inaudible whimper and splattered the dock with his shame.

He lay there for a time in relative shock. Only barely noticing his phone's recording coming to an end.