I'd sprouted a new appendage. (Canon)

Some extremely freaky shit happens in this chapter. If you don't like tentacles, prehensile dick, or weird-ass sexual fetishes, stop here. Write your own chapter if you want. Proceed if you dare.

Chapter Six: "Normal is the Watchword"

"Don't panic." I watched Sam visibly relax. Magic powers causing problems? Sure. Magic could also solve those problems. I sucked in air, my lungs finally back to full capacity. I was trying to figure out what had happened as I sifted through my new memories. I had left the mall. Sam was going to meet me at home. I experimented on myself. I fixed my body issues. I thought about Kat. I wanted to make sure I didn't hurt her so I decided...

Oh.

Okay, so here's the thing. Of everything on my body, I've never really been dissatisfied with my vagina. I've seen porn before, there's plenty of different shapes and sizes. I'd consider mine about as average as they come. The vagina I had now? It wasn't... At least not like you'd describe it. In this new timeline, I had already told Sam to come here, so I didn't need him for experimenting. I had just used myself. Now, my body was... mostly the same. Boobs? Check. Tummy? Taut and trim. Plump ass, toned legs. But in the center of it all?

My legs melted into my hips, and my stomach rolled smoothly down to my pussy mound. My labia were smooth and hairless, part of my earlier makeover. But my labia didn't go in anymore. They came outward. And they weren't the only thing that was emerging from within. I could feel it... move.

It was like a dick, but it wasn't. It was longer. It was ribbed in a way I'd never seen anything, aside from sex toys. It was red, but deeper colored than any of the surrounding skin, going from pale pink, to deep red, and finally into almost purple. The head was wide and round, less like a mushroom and more like a tongue. Following along the shaft, I could see it get wider and wider, until it was almost as thick as a baseball bat. Then it tapered just a bit, and disappeared past my lips. As I examined myself, I could feel it filling me from inside. It was actually extending from within my pussy. I could feel it throbbing, a separate entity inside me.

"Why are you naked?"

Right. Sam was here. I wished I could make myself not freak out, like I had for him. I looked up from my... appendage, and opened my mouth. "I needed to ask you something." I tried to think of something to ask him. "What... is this?"

He looked down at it. I felt it shudder in response to the attention, sliding out from within me further, getting longer by the second. I tried not to think about how it rubbed around the edges of my pussy, sticking out from my entrance. He didn't look disgusted, just inquisitive. The response came with a tone of complacency.

"Inappropriate," he said. He finally averted his eyes from it, resting them somewhere between my eyes and my boobs. The thing between my legs moved involuntarily again, this time almost thrashing against my leg. God, it was long. "Put that thing away before you hit someone."

"What the fuck do you mean?" I asked. How the fuck do you put away a two foot long dick? He looked at me like I was an idiot.

"Jesus, Cassie." He looked back down at it. "Do you need... help?" My cheeks reddened.

"What are you talking about?"

"I mean. I'm a guy." He looked at me apologetically. "I know what it's like to have something that won't go down." He stepped towards me. "I can help you get it back in your sheath."

"My what?"

"Your pussy." He looked at me like I hadn't taken a basic sex ed class, and it suddenly occurred to me what I'd done. I hadn't just changed myself. I'd changed... everyone. "I don't know what it's like for girls, but you just pull it in, like sucking in your stomach."

Of all the fucked up things to happen today, this took the grand prize. I couldn't speak as I looked down at myself. I focused on trying to retract the damned thing, and a thousand sensations went off at once. I felt it move, but I also felt it move in the way _I _wanted. It bent around, like a tail. I could wave it back and forth like an arm. And I could curl it like the tip of my tongue. It was slightly wet from my arousal, and I could almost feel the skin gushing out moisture, like my regular vagina would when I was horny. I grunted a bit as I continued to pull it, ignoring its firm width spreading my entrance wider as it filled me back up, and gasped as I dragged the tongue-like tip across my clit, sending lightning from my sex up to my brain. I tried to suck it in further, but it was like I'd hit a wall. The thing barely poked out of me, and though I couldn't quite see the it past my pubic mound, I could feel the tip exposed in the cool air.

"Don't strain yourself." Sam said. He looked around for my clothes on the floor, picking up my dress and handing it to me. "You don't want to cramp it." I laughed out loud, startling myself.

"What the fuck is happening." I took the dress and debated putting it on for only a moment before dropping it back on the ground. At this point, what did it matter?

"Okay, Cassie. I gotta admit, I'm fucking confused. Are you a virgin or something?" I opened my mouth, expecting to be offended, but now I wasn't sure. I certainly didn't remember using this thing on... or in anyone else. "Oh. That's awkward."

"Sam," I said, trying to regain some composure. "Listen. I'm going through some things today that I don't think anyone has ever gone through before."

"Literally everyone has experienced this. It just happens to some people later than others."

I was tired of the runaround. "Give me straight answers without questioning it, please." He nodded. "What... is it called?"

"It's called a hemicorpus." I glared at him. "That's the scientific name for it, I guess. Most people just call it a lower tongue. Or a lick."

"I have... a lick." He nodded.

"If you don't mind me saying, it's a pretty hot one too."

"I really don't know how to accept that compliment."

"I'm just saying. You're kinda stacked."

"What makes a good... Lower tongue?"

"Length and girth. How tight you can wrap it around other people's licks."

"Other people's?!" Sam had the audacity to laugh at me. The billboard was mocking me.

"Yeah? How do you think babies are made?" I tried not to gag.

"Yeah, okay. Time to undo this." I looked down at myself, holding my hands over my crotch. "Normal." I didn't feel anything, and my heart dropped. I spoke more forcefully. "Normal!"

"Yeah, it's normal."

I shook my head. "No it's not!"

"What?" Sam was incredulous.

"It's not normal. I'm supposed to have a pussy. You're supposed to have a cock!"

Sam pursed his lips. An idea had crossed his mind, and he reached towards his belt buckle, loosening it.

"I swear to god," I said, "If you pull your pants down-"

He pulled his pants down. I squeezed my eyes shut.

"It's okay." I felt his hand grip my wrist, and I jumped a little bit. His hand was warm. "Look." I didn't want to, but my eyes opened anyway. He was wearing boxers. I relaxed just a bit. With one hand, he pulled them down, revealing his dick. It was nice, for a dick. I'd had my fair share of those. What unnerved me a bit was what was starting to appear beneath it. He had his own lower tongue.

It was different than mine. It didn't emerge from the inside of a vagina, but instead, it had its own sheath, fleshy and thick on the outside. It was situated right behind his testicles, and the tip of his unnatural appendage slid along his ballsack, climbing up his hardening cock like a scaffold. He grunted in satisfaction as he pushed it out, feeling it snake around him. He looked into my eyes, waiting for me to respond. I could only stare at his anatomy, its mottled brown and red tint resembling an eldritch horror. And yet...

If you haven't stopped reading yet, I ask you to do so now. I'm only putting this story out there for the record, not that anyone would believe me. This is the truth, as far as I can remember it, so please keep that in mind as you read the next couple paragraphs.

"Do you want me to put it away?" Sam asked. I stared at the fleshy end of his tongue. It flicked back and forth in the air, slicking the end of his cock, as if taunting us both. Was he doing it on purpose? In the back of my mind, this was the furthest thing from what I wanted. I wanted to undo the last 24 hours. I felt my tongue salivate. Both of them. Mine moved of its own accord, and something in my brain clicked. This new anatomy knew what it wanted. It wasn't that it had a mind of its own, or that I was inexperienced. I could feel the memories springing into existence in the recess of my mind. I'd fooled around with other people before. I'd even gotten close to having sex. I remembered sex with my original genitalia, and now I remembered feeling squeamish about my new genitalia when my lick had first dropped.

Oh god. I remembered it now. All of sophomore year held brand new context. I'd been ostracized and called a slut, not just because of my sudden boob growth, but because my lick had dropped in front of my entire school. It had snaked out from my gym shorts, and I'd been too focused on the softball game to notice. Everyone had watched it grow and salivate, dripping, soaking through my uniform. The retroactive embarrassment from the memory was almost too much to bear. But I remembered life after that. I had been with boys before. I'd enjoyed plenty of other people's tongues, both upper and lower, but I'd never used mine. I'd never even masturbated with it in private.

I relaxed my core, and my lower tongue moved again. It felt like being penetrated from the inside out. Like real sex and masturbation simultaneously. I flicked the tip of my tongue against my clit on purpose this time, letting out a moan. I felt a hunger that had never been satisfied before.

"You haven't answered me." Sam's tongue kept lashing against his swollen mushroom head, wetting it over and over. I moaned, not sure if it was from sexual frustration or Sam's insolent tone. I looked up at his eyes, and the decision was made for me. My full girth released from within me, all two feet of it. I shuddered out a breath as I finally allowed myself to enjoy the pleasure. It was nearly dripping wet from its own lubrication as well as my cunt's. Sam's hand trailed down my wrist to my waist, then to my hips. Then...