Unleash The Kraken

The violet light of love burned on the reporter's finger...and the violet tentacle-constructs that were attached to the reporter's hips grew. Circe gasped as the tentacles around her legs thickened so that each was thicker than her thigh. The immortal sorceress' entire body was enveloped by arms of violet light, the suckers latched onto her flesh, and Lois Lane grinned, her eyes aglow as she felt every sensation.

The tentacle in Circe's cunt began to stretch. The sorceress' eyes rolled up in her head and her tongue stood out in a gaze of utter idiocy as the massive tentacle pushed her pussy to its limit...and beyond. Circe's abdomen began to distend as the tentacle pushed deeper. Green light showed where the flesh split, and then almost immediately healed.

Almost immediately. In that split second where the sorceress' power regenerated her flesh, Circe gasped in a pleasure and pain that no mortal woman could endure...and her body stretched further. New flesh filled in the gap. Only to immediately be strained as the massive violet tentacle that stretched her cunny inhumanly wide and deep continued.

"That's it, slut," Lois whispered, utterly possessed by the cosmic forces of lust that move in her. She could feel the massive tentacle that pushed against Circe's cervix. The sorceress' stomach distended grotesquely, like a pregnant woman's, the broken and rebuilt pussy now as wide as a dinner plate. It was as if some primal god of the deep had risen up to skewer the immortal sorceress, and against that power Circe's body was little more than a fleshy condom. Bones cracked and healed.

"I wish I could get you pregnant," Lois said. "You could pass a baby right now without even feeling it, you loose whore."

Circe was beyond words. She hung limp, except for the occasional spasm. Each cycle of regeneration meant fresh nerves to transmit pleasure to her brain, the the sorceress' conscious mind was overloaded. Lois admired the grotesque mess of the woman's body, impaled on that kraken-like tentacle, crushed by the others...and then the very tip of of the tentacle circe was impaled on tickled Circe's womb...and Lois Lane had an idea.