The Tentacles Fuck Her Urethra

As a young girl, Lois Lane had read of Strega Nona and dreamed of falling into her endless pot of spaghetti. All those things, little noodles squirming against her skin. The dream had come back to her from time to time...less and less often as she got older. Now it came to Lois with a vengeance, only with strange new importance.

Millions of tiny tentacles squirmed over her body. She could no longer count how many individual cock-headed skinny bodies penetrated mouth, anus, and pussy. They wiggled between her toes and slid through her hair. Her skin was a swamp of demonic slime through which they writhed and contracted, each finger pulled apart and massaged, so that even her nostrils were barely free to draw breath. Lois thought there was no part of her that was inviolate.

Until she felt a sudden, unexpected tingle.

It wasn't in her pussy, but the little sphincter above it. The tiny dimple of her urethra that led to her bladder. The reporter groaned around the thick cable of tiny tentacles that filled her throat, instinctively thrashing as she waited to resist that penetration...but it was too little, too late. A single skinny tentacle, no thicker than a spaghetti strand, slid through her urethra, taking a virginity that very few women ever lost...

...and a hundred friends were not far behind it.

Lois Lane was a woman of the world. She had heard that some women had urethral intercourse. The reporter had also heard that shoving a prick, however small, into a urethra was likely to do permanent damage so that it would never close again. While her pussy and ass would, theoretically, eventually close and heal if she escaped, if too many tentacles slid into her urethra...Lois could be rendered incontinent. Unable to keep her piss from just trickling out of her new gaping fuckhole.

Yet she was powerless, as the tiny tentacles moved against each other, secreting their little lube, squirming and pushing...Lois could feel each one slide in, the tiny discomfort of having her urethra **** open growing a little more and little more minute by minute as the wiggling bodies moved inside of her. Their lengths burning her hole as they moved in the out, the tiny heads dancing around in her bladder. A shudder ran through the reporter's body as she imagined them ejaculating into the lake of piss inside of her, and she instinctively tried to squeeze those muscles tight.

Then something happened...something else Lois had not expected. All at once, the tentacles moved in sudden deliberation, a carefully choreographed performance that spoke to some terrible controlling mind. All of them...in pussy, ass, mouth, and now urethra, pulled against her holes, opening them up wide...and Lois tried to scream at the sudden pain as every single hole was stretched to its maximum, and in the case of her urethra, beyond, piss flowing freely out as the channel gaped open...and Lois had the sense suddenly that she was the plaything of some gigantic intelligence...and it has a plan for her.