My suspicions were confirmed. My changes were not yet over. Not only continued to grow slowly, but the changes were becoming rare. That morning when I woke up the ends of all my tentacles have a rounded shape, and just at the end the skin looked like I had an outlet. Nor was more important, and also did not hurt or bother, nor meant more problems. Of course, when the ends were finer, I had more accuracy in manipulating objects ...