Comm: Stretchy Streamer

Summary: A man tuning into his favourite omni-shifter e-girl stream is a bit overwhelmed when the object of all his fantasies invades his home. Commissioned by Zboi is smelly.

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"Babe... won't you massage my chest?"

Shlurrr... shlurrr

Tony's headset buzzed with wet, squelching sounds as the glare of an ongoing erotic stream played from his monitor. A mysterious e-girl, coining herself ASMRelda, had captured the imaginations of countless horny men... in no small part due to her impressive, on screen performances of high-concept shapeshifting. She was demonstrating her talents now; she presenting her F-cup chest to the viewers, angling the camera as if it was lying on her perky naval, and massaged her breasts. They squished in her grasp, slick with oil and sopping wet, practically melting in her hot grasp. As she pressed down over and over, her hands slipped through her cleavage, visibly sinking into her over-soft skin, before stretching herself out along like dough.

"Hhrhm... mmrgh..."

Tony, a self-touted number one fan of ASMRelda, felt his strength beginning to waver. He reached for another handful of tissues from a nearby box and continued to jerk himself off. He closed his eyes, imagining himself next to her body, her hands sinking into her body, touching and teasing. His cock was red hot with arousal as he touched himself, biting his lip to stop himself from waking up his neighbours.

"Oh, oh yes honey, yes, right there, that's the spot, that's... kyaaaAAA!~~"

As ASMRelda tilted her neck back (resulting in an elastic, creaking stretch), Tony could feel his body's release, spurting almost in sync with the performer's motions. Tony had arrived to all of her streams this week, and made sure to be the first to donate... he wanted to hear her say his name.

As she pulled her practically-melting body back in shape, and prattled on about some prop hunt gimmick, Tony felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him, mumbling something indistinct. As his headphones fell down around his neck, Tony nodded off to rest his eyes for a spell...

...

Shlurk, shlurk.

"Mmmm...~"

Tony thought he was having a pleasant dream. Being cradled in ASMRelda's loving embrace as her limbs twisted around his body in knotting loops, her body riding along his... being in a dreamlike state did wonders for his senses; he could feel her soft, putty-like body sprawled on top of him, heated up just to the point that she would lose consistency; her gelatinous curves sliding down his hips and chest in a smaller embrace, their lips locked, their hips rocking, her hands cupped around his erect member... He must've been very tired, to have fallen into such a deep sleep...

ZZT! Tony winced as a jolt of static shock jostled him from his slumber... the cord had brushed with his ear, and Tony tried to reach up to adjust his headset, realizing they slid off somehow...

...When an elastic arm, glossy with an almost latex-like finish, zipped forward, wrapping around his forearm and redirecting it away.. towards the back of an overstretched lady sprawled on top of Tony, pinning him to his gamer chair!

"Touch me more, babe." The sonorous tone of the same streamer he had been gawking over was sprawled on top of him, muttering as her entire body writhed, twisting possessively around his form. Her legs and arms had twisted around his limbs, shifting his body like some perverse marionette; her other hand fondled his erect cock; Tony's eyes widened as a pink tongue protruded from a pair of lips on her palm, giving him both a handjob and a blowjob at the same time.

"ASMRelda!?" Tony gasped.

"Call me Ash~" She purred, leaning in closer as her tongues—both of them—stretched out and extended deeper, prodding at Tony. Tony wanted to shout an exclamation and wriggle away, but she had him entirely ensnared. He could feel her flushed body tensing as her limbs flattened, wrapping possessively around him in a controlling embrace.

It was her, the whole package deal. Even down to the stark red hair with the pink highlights, and the black lingerie that she kept just a size too small, to accentuate her best features. She moaned, her body bubbling over with pleasure.

"C'mon baby..." Ash swooned. "Almost there..." With her hand working his erect cock, she allowed her fingers to stretch and splay, twisting about, pushing her handlips closer, the back of her palm distending from the force of his gyrations...

"Wh-what is... ah... AAGAAAHGH!!"

Tony came hard then and there, and with more force than he thought he had in him! Her hand, stretched to the thinness of a condom, filled with cum, before relaxing. She drew her palm and looked him over, her hazel eyes looking over him with approval.

"Mm mm mmm..." Ash licked her lips. "Good stuff, tiger. Even if you're tired as fuck. C'mon, clean yourself up."

She relaxed her grip on him and leaned back, revealing her swollen pussy. She dug two fingers instead, twisting them about, and pulled them out, along with several squares of triple-ply ultrasoft tissue paper. She gingerly dabbed at his cock, before brushing it along the cock.

Tony gawked at the doting display... before a look of his realization rose to him. He turned his head to look for the tissue box he was pulling from before... it wasn't there anymore!

"Yup, I was disguised as your tissue box. Funny prank, huh?" She giggled; as she discarded the first used tissue, she reached for another, and dabbed at a dribble of drool emerging from the corner of his mouth.

"U-uh...?" Tony was rendered speechless.

"For the prop hunt promotion! I hacked myself into itty bitty pieces and mailed myself to all my Gold-Star followers!" Ash explained with a bubbly smile. "But between you and me..."

She leaned closer, her neck stretching to close the gap. He could feel her hot, lust breath on his neck.

"I like you the most, Tony~" She chuckled, kissing him on the forehead.

"R... really?" Tony blinked.

"Mmhm. Now how about we help you out of those clothes?"

Her smile stretched wickedly as she pressed her fingers together; the gaps between them ebbed away, and narrowed to a cutting point. She drew it along his chest, cutting a straight line down his shirt—a touristy souvenir from the Caribbean—and as her upper body worked to hold him down, her legs and feet writhed up from underneath him, her toes working to relieve him of his jeans.

"Y-you wanna go again??" Tony blustered. "I-I mean... I'm honoured, but I'm so-"

"You'll do anything for me, won't you babe?" Ash fluttered her eyelashes. "I've been having such a baaaad time of it, and I really need some place to stay..."

"Y... yes ASMRelda..." Tony yielded. "B-but be gentle..."

"Play with my chest." She growled a command; Tony obliged, cautiously extended his hands forward. Her breasts were exactly as they were on stream; it was like sticking his hand in mud, the way her body jiggled to his every movement. He raised his legs to wrap around her butt, squishing her entire body like a beanbag.

She moaned, lashing her limbs out and upwards, her hands and feet rapidly shifting into suction cups as she fashioned herself into a crude, oversexed, extra curvy version of a hammock. She rocked her body over as her body creaked and tensed, holding against his weight. She was cumming over and over... or perhaps she was overheated, as her olive-hued flesh grew softed, strands of liquid ooze trickling around her curves. Her body folded over itself again and again, paint like strands threatening to dribble to the floor to ruin his carpet... only for it to fold up again and meld back with her.

In the midst of his sexual adventure, Tony wondered about what Ash had said, about how she mailed parts of herself around the country. Did that mean there were dozens of clones of her running around too? He imagined an orgy, surrounded by doting copies of Ash draped over him...

His cock got hard all over again. Somehow, from somewhere within, he was finding the energy to ravish Ash all over again! Tony psyched himself up for a long night of passion with the malleable mistress of his dreams...

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