Get Out Of The Tub

Panic hit Lois, giving new strength to her limbs, heart beating wildly. Adrenaline logic beat through her mind in a flash. If I get out of the tub, it can't follow.

Lois let go of the whip-like tail and lurched, threw her torso outside the tub, wet hands scrabbling at the bathmat and tile. In half a second she would be out...

...in that half second she was bent over, as in the air, pussy just at the level of the water, she was the perfect target.

She could not see it, but she felt it as the lump, like a hardboiled egg, suddenly pressed against and into her vaginal canal. Lois moaned in horror and, she was sickened to realize, arousal at the sudden penetration—and the thing was not done.

Lois completed her scrabble out of the tub, turning onto her side and sitting up to get a better look at the situation in her cunny. The whip-like tail of the giant spermatozoa flailed between her legs, and she could feel it inching deeper inside of her...like a bullet vibe the size of a mouse, climbing down her tunnel. She grabbed at the tail, determined to pull the thing out of her...and feared she was too late, as the slippery follicle continued to slide out of her grip, and the animated lump pressed on...

Only a few inches of the white, translucent tail now slithered outside her pussy, and Lois could feel the length of it thrashing about inside her, long and thin, and the only thing worse than the knowledge that this thing had invaded her was the fact that her body was responding to the intrusion. She could already feel her cunt grow slicker, making it easier for the damned invader to slip ever deeper in. It wasn't painful, at least not yet, but the frustration of not being able to do anything as the giant sperm closed in on her womb caused Lois to almost bawl in frustration.

Think Lois, think! There must be something...