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Comm: Elara Goes to Cancun
🕑 Added 2025-05-06 19:31:26 +0000 UTCSummary: Elara the elastic superheroine goes on a luxury vacation in Cancun, and takes a liking to a local. She takes him to her room for some shapeshifting fun. Commissioned by an anonymous user.
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Azura Kamali had spent a ludicrous amount of money on a VIP cabana, sold as part of a vacation package for the Big Wave music festival. The price tag was no object to her. She was a lawyer in Delta City after all, and she was good enough to make the big bucks. The rigours of legal work were plenty enough reason to take a truly luxurious vacation, considering all the crime she was staying on top of.
The busty, indigo-haired woman reclined on a beach chair, her body wrapped in a two piece bikini that immodestly wrapped around her luscious curves. The bright rays of the Cancun sun reflected against her glossy skin, shuddering and stretching with the consistency of latex. She reclined, adjusting her shades as she looked over the distant ocean horizon.
"Mm... sho hot...~" She licked her lips, massaging herself as her body wavered, streaks of peachy-ooze trickling down her revealing curves. If she didn't take steps to shield herself from the overpowering sunlight, she'd surely start boiling over... which by itself didn't sound so bad, but there was sand everywhere. And she didn't want to fold herself inside out to scrub all that sand in her cooch and breasts... not without a partner on hand, which she decidedly lacked at the present moment.
She coquettishly stretched her arm twenty meters away, reaching for an unused parasol, and planted it where she was sitting.
"Aaaah... sweet shelter." Azura leaned back, crossing her shapely thighs together. Her body sunk through the narrow gaps at the back of the chair; she flexed her feet and curled her toes as she crossed her legs, rubbing her thighs together. She relaxed, allowing herself to soak up the sun's rays in perfect luxury...
"Good afternoon Ms. Kamali! Can I get you a cold drink? A cocktail or a light beer, perhaps?"
Azura's contented smile wavered slightly. She expected someone to attend to her hand and foot, but she didn't recognize this man's voice. She wasn't unwelcome to the shakeup though. He had that husky voice, and the rolling R's of his subtle regional accent.
She turned her head, momentarily forgetting herself as her neck swivelled past 180 degrees. She lowered her sunglasses, reflecting her trademark black markings around her cheeks. Her red eyes surveyed the waiter who had arrived to attend to her. The attentive look that his well-maintained, well-ironed outfit exuded did little to distract her from his well-toned calves and biceps and his bronzed skin. And his black hair combed into a stylish cowlick... she had to resist the temptation to purr aloud.
Her eyes lowered to his chest, and over to the name tag.
"Emi," She smiled. "I don't think we've had the pleasure. I was expecting Rique to stop by."
"Yes, well, there was a substitution. My apologies if the surprise put you off balance at all." Emi bowed slightly with precision. He looked adorable in his little suit...
"Mm... I'm in the mood for something brisk." She nodded. "A coconut mojito would hit the spot, with an extra lime twist~"
"Certainly. I'll get right on that." Emi seemed to gawk for a spell, and the fleeting half moment was not lost on Azura. As he paced away, she turned back to the sights and sounds of the lapping ocean.
"Mmmm... he's nice on the eyes." She muttered. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was into me too. Ooh, how long's it been since I last had my way with a man...?"
She tilted her head thoughtfully. Gosh, it had been months since her last night out. She prodded her belly with a single extended finger, tracing the sensation along her shiny, elastic skin. The pleasant memories of her body being filled up with a willing occupant tickled her nether regions, and puffed her vulva in raw anticipation.
"Ooooh...~" Azura moaned, tenderly rubbing a spot inside her thigh. If she was back home, she'd have slingshotted over to one of her friends with benefits to fuck her brains out, but over in Cancun, she didn't really know anyone. Maybe if she looked around, there'd be a nude beach where she could reveal herself wholly... though she had to be the least bit discreet about her elastic superpowers.
If word got around that Elara, the shapeshifting, superheroic alter-ego of Azura Kamali, was on a vacation in Cancun, it would surely draw unnecessary attention. And she was primarily at this music festival to drink in the positive vibrations.
Speaking of vibrations, her body picked up on subtle vibrations, rippling in subtle ways—footsteps on wood, ice clinking against glass. She cocked her head, spotting Emi approaching with her frosty beverage.
"Here's your drink, Elara." Emi announced himself. Azura's eyebrow... or, well, Elara's eyebrow perked up; why maintain pretense any longer? Emi seemed to freeze up slightly upon her examination, as hard as his expression tried to remain neutral.
"Huh." Elara reached for her drink, raising her sunglasses to rest on her brow. "You didn't mistake me for someone else?" She probed him with a questioning look, her piercing red eyes probing him playfully.
"You... are Elara, the superheroine from Delta City, yes?" Emi stirred slightly, clutching a tray to his chest.
"Heh! I guess I've been found out~" Elara cackled. "I didn't imagine my celebrity extended all the way out to Mexico, wow. You really recognized me?"
"More than that, actually." Emi glanced from side to side. "I, er, requested I substitute for Rique. I wanted to wait on you personally... I-I'm something of a fan of your work."
"Ooooh... a fan, huh?" She rolled over onto her stomach, resting on her balloon-esque breasts. "You're getting a little flustered there; you got a thing for stretchy ladies?"
"Um..." Emi's cheeks went scarlet. "I probably shouldn't answer that while I'm on the job."
"Mmmmm... it sounds to me like your job right now is to attend to my every need." Elara tilted her head. "Honestly, I've been getting a little restless with the lack of action I've been getting lately. Even more honestly, I've been undressing you with my eyes since I got here."
She exaggerated as her eyes stretched out of her head like a cartoon character, the whites arcing upwards and twisting around to get a look from him from more angles. God, his ass... she licked her lips, liking what she saw.
"If we are being quite honest, I... am also smitten by your form. To say nothing of your heroics, the way that you subdue criminals is... enchanting." Emi nodded.
"I got a VIP tent with aaaaaall the amenities. You wanna crawl inside and we can have some fun?" She stretched her neck, her head twisting around his shoulders as she pressed her cheek against his neck. Every part of him was so chiselled...
"Can it wait until after my shift?" Emi chuckled. "I have decorum to maintain..."
"What're they paying you?" Elara's serpentine neck coiled around his torso possessively. "I'll beat it ten times over. I am fabulously wealthy, you know~"
"Y-you know I'm not some sex worker for hire..." Emi grimaced.
"No, you're not. I just figured I'd leave a fabulous tip for my fabulous personal attendant. Is that fair to you?" Elara's hands slipped behind Emi, massaging his shoulders, while the rest of her body continued to stir on the beach chair. "Pretty pleeeeease? I'll leave a five star review too~"
"Heheh... a chance encounter with an elastic celebrity? The guys wouldn't let me hear the end of it if I said no." Emi shrugged.
"Carry me~" Elara's body bonelessly slithered around his body, wrapping around his chest until Emi leaned back, surprised to find Elara cradled in his arms in a bidal carry. He winced as his muscles tensed to support her substantial weight.
"W-with pleasure," He stammered, forcing his legs to move. He had a fondness for big women, but Elara was BIG.
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The VIP tent was the height of beachfront luxury. All that was missing was… the bed itself. Emi wasn’t left wondering where it had went for long, before Elara hopped to the center of the room. Her ass inflated in all directions until the rest of her body bobbed up at the center, her toes curling to tug her soft skin. Her body bobbed on her eight foot diameter ass, floating as if she were on a rippling water bed.
“Come on in. The water’s great.” Elara purred, beckoning him with a curling finger that wrapped itself into a perfect spiral with each gesture. Emi’s cracked smile was not subtle as he hurriedly unbuttoned his top, cast aside his bow-tie, and crawled into bed after her; her body shuddered, waves of her body fat pushing him towards her breasts and thighs.
“Your hands are so chafed… oh, and your eyelids, you must be exhausted~” Elara put on a little roleplay, her lilt not unlike a doting mother. “Come here, let me give you a massage so you can loosen up a bit.
As she leaned closer, her arms began to stretch to increasingly serpentine lengths, wrapping around his ankle and approaching his shorts; she undressed him as her red eyes never left his scarlet express. Her enormous breasts pressed against his shoulders, her body shuddering in imperceptible waves as she pulled him deeper into her cleavage; her thighs and arms wrapped around his remaining extremities as her solid human form from the neck shifted, her skin warping to cling to his well-toned body.
Her body rippled, squeezing him all over In undulating waves, her limbs stretching thinner until they clung possessively to him. He moaned pleasurably as her feet pressed against his backside, rubbing against his shoulder blades and neckline. Her tits inflated and deflated in rhythmic timing, squeezing his diaphragm. Her thighs pressed against his hips, just on the verge of crushing him, but relaxing just in time… like a practiced masseuse, she held him within herself completely and totally. And her hands explored his body, massaging between his thighs.
The more time they spent together, the looser her form became. Her fingers explored her body as she pressed at her skin, massaging his body as if it were her own. Emi arched his back as her playful fingers approached his erect cock, causing Elara's skin to resist his slight movements.
“May I?” She asked. Emi moaned a pleasurable affirmative and nodded. Elara smirked devilishly, allowing her fingers to stretch and extend, wrapping his cock in a sheathe as she stroked his dick, pumping it up and down. Elara herself let out a moan as Emi’s entire body shifted within her body, her loose skin flaps tightening reflexively to keep him squarely in place.
"Oooooh, you're big down there!~" She cooed with delight as his boner tried to burrow through her luscious curves that were practically vacuum-sealed to his body. She writhed happily, biting her lip as she squeezed him back, her ropey fingers curling around to jerk him off further. Emi let out a muffled groan of delight as Elara's skin ballooned upwards, trapping a pocket of ejaculate under her folds of skin.
"E-Elara... s-so tight...~" Emi swooned ecstatically. Their bodies shifted slightly, Elara's soft body rippling and popping with the slightest adjustment.
"All this excitement is making me kinda hungry~" Elara licked her lips. "I could reach for something cool and refreshing from the minibar, but I'm craving something... saltier~"
Elara squeezed her body around Emi, grinning widely as her body reconstituted itself around Emi's well-defined figure. She squeezed him tighter and tighter around his lower body, the pressure bordering on overwhelming. A few moments later, he emphatically POPPED into the air. Elara slid over, turning her neck upwards. She unhinged her jaw like a python, her long tongue lolling in sweet anticipation. Her head stretched up for her waiting jaws to meet at his ankles, her gullet widening like a slick waterslide to beckon him inside of her.
Her lips curled into a smile as she felt his entire body slide down her neck, a rapturous expression pressing against her skin from the inside as Emi slid down into her stomach. She took a deep, meditative breath, her elastic body contracting around Emi's figure as he nestled between her cleavage; Elara pursed her lips as she massaged her own skin, stroking a finger along his cheek.
"Comfy in there? A little too tight? Just tight enough? Wriggle once for yes, and twice for no~" Elara purred. Emi's voice was muffled by her vacuum-sealing skin as he wriggled nonstop, but Elara would soon get her answer. Something long, veiny and hard pressed against her naval from the inside. Her lips quivered as she glanced down, her hand lowering to the bulging cock that was trying its absolute damndest to burrow out of her from the inside out. It was the size of one of Emi's forearms!
"Oh my, you're really happy to see the inside of me!" Elara cooed, wrapping her fingers around Emi's shaft. She stroked it with gentle rhythmic gyrations. She didn't have to do much to get Emi off. Her constantly shifting body, the possessive grip of her skin, and the swaying burbling of her over-inflated asscheeks caused the two of them to rock back and forth in their strange carnal dance.
"Ooo! Mmmm...~" Elara moaned as her breasts were groped from the inside. Her free hand rosed, fingers splaying to twist around her nipples, each growing erect and comparable to the size of soda bottles. "Stretch me moooore, babyyyyy!~"
Her tongue lolled as she rocked her hips, the tip of her tongue sliding deep between her pronounced cleavage. The sensations washing over her were utterly exhilarating. Her entire body tingled with carnal energy, the kinetic force heating her up along with her sexual reverie. Emi, stuck inside of her, was filling her right up, like a dildo pressed tight against her crotch from the inside out. She loved being streeeeeeeetched out... she loved her accommodations, plus-sized to suit her anatomy and her tastes! Her body squeaked as she groped herself, giggling as her hands brushed with Emi's, momentarily shaking hands before they felt each other up all over again.
Emi's erection was pressing against her, her body's grip on him loosening as they both coordinated their thrusts. It was like they were totally on the same wavelength as they grunted in unison. Elara swooned as her neck tilted back.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHNGGGGGGGGGGGGG!~~"
She cried out in ecstasy, feeling Emi cumming inside of her. Her tight grip on him loosened in a hurry as she allowed herself to relax wholly, and drink in the afterglow of their sexual union. Her limbs stretched out on their own, splaying across the floor in ropey lengths. Her head toppled in turn, bouncing against her chest and settling across one of her pillowy asscheeks.
"Ooo... oh man... ooooh fuck..." She feebly felt herself, her overstretched skin tingling from elastic stimulation. She was soft all over, save for the one part of Emi's body that was certainly quite firm. She stroked the head that rode along the inside of her naval, and flowed to her massive tits.
"Again?" She stroked herself idly with a single finger, her eyes lowering to Emi's featureless expression nestled between her breasts.
He wriggled once. With a low chuckle that rocked both of their bodies, Elara tightened her body up again for another round of vore-play~
