Finger-Fucking Lois Lane's Urethra So She Would Always Have To Wear Diapers

Nanny's flashing eyes began to swirl. Lois Lane stared up at her, and the sudden sensation crept up on her that she was very small. Her body didn't want to move, as if she was stuck in a state of sleep paralysis, yet her mouth and lips and tongue sucked greedily at the bottle, one sticky mouthful after another slurped from the rubber nipple.

"You've had a lot of accidents lately, haven't you dearie?" Nanny's voice said, as if multiple women spoke at once. Some of the harmonics were so low they made the reporter's skull vibrate. "Do you think if I check you right now, you'll be wet?"

Lois couldn't shake her head. Couldn't move as plastic-smooth fingers slipped under the waist of her fresh diaper. Slid along her smooth crotch, over the sensitive clit...and Lois couldn't do more than quiver, her body utterly refusing to obey her commands.

Even as the fingers slid lower. To slip between the lips of her labia. Among her hot folds, but not aimed at her pussy, so. The middle finger of Nanny's left hand pressed against the squishy entrance to the reporter's urethra.

"It feels a little wet. You know, it's nothing to be ashamed about, dearie."

The finger pressed forward, and Lois Lane sucked in alarm at her bottle. There was a sharp prick, as a needle, a stab of pain...and then an unnatural numbness swiftly followed. Nanny's fingertip pressed harder against the little hole, which normally would have had the reporter writhe in pain, but now it was merely uncomfortable.

"You know, some young people like to insert things in their urethra. It's a very intense sensation," Nanny said. "But it's not like a vagina, dearie. Not as elastic. Stretch it too far, too fast, and it can be damaged. You might be permanently incontent. Always dribbling piss out of your little slit. My, you have such a tight little hole, don't you?"

The discomfort grew. Lois Lane could feel Nanny **** her finger into her piss-hole. It felt massive. Tears welled up in the reporter's eyes as desperation began to give way to despair. Yet there was nothing she could do. The eyes held her, as sure as the iron bars of a cage, as Nanny worked her finger in and out, deeper and deeper, stretching out Lois Lane's poor urethra, and a red flush of embarrassment bloomed on the reporter's face as she felt her bladder let go again as the finger worked its way deeper and deeper into her numb cervix.

Now Lois could hear the wet shlick of the finger that pounded mechanically in and out, and even despite the numbness it was incredibly uncomfortable, and Nanny's finger felt too thick, too long.

"Oh dear. You've had enough accident. What she all we do with you, dearie?" Nanny said, and the flashing lights burned behind those eyes, and Lois felt herself fall into them...

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ToyBoy: The Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter's cervix is ruined! I can do almost anything to her, within reason. How should I demean this slut next?