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Comm: Elara Belly Flops On Crime! (Part 3)
🕑 Added 2024-10-27 16:02:46 +0000 UTCSummary: Elara devours a bank robber and keeps him in her stomach until she can hand him over to the cops. But the bank robber gets up to his own brand of horny mischief from within. Commission for an anonymous user
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Elara had to admit that something had awoken inside of her tonight. What started as a spur of the moment decision to keep a criminal inside of her body—an elastic makeshift prison—had blossomed into an honest-to-goodness kink. The sensation of the man's body instead of her, vacuum-sealed and restrained in an utterly helpless state, the tickling of her stretched skin embracing the man's figure, down to the muscles. She found herself stroking her protruding belly as she paced through the streets, purring as each footstep caused her rubbery body to bounce, the heavy mass shifting up and down her mass.
Typically she would've soared across the skylines, perhaps as a makeshift paper airplane, or perhaps swinging from elastic arms, but today she felt like walking. She paced to the side of her building and firmly planted her feet along the side of the building; the soles and heels of her feet began to ooze with a sticky consistency. Her thighs and calves firmed up with extra muscle as she began to pass straight up the size of the towering condominium, straight up the side of the building.
As she got her steps in, she moaned as she felt her body shifting, her center of gravity shifting as her upper body was tugged in a gentle curve away and downwards. Her body lurched as she allowed her body to arc and stretch in the night, until her head was parallel to the building itself. Her torso continued to pull away from the rest of her body...
She swooned as she felt the robber shifting along her insides, sliding closer to her esophagus; her breasts wobbled jubilantly, her stiffening nipples burrowing against the fabric of her super suit. Her throat bulged as she felt his head pressing against it. Her smile stretched tighter and tighter, before her mouth opened to reveal the robber, slick in her internal saliva.
He blinked blearily, the bright lights of the streetlights, the neon signs, and the moving vehicles below faded slowly into view. When he realized that he was suspended at least five storeys above the ground, with his body slipping further free of the trappings of her elastic body, he grunted in panic and began writhing and squirming, his balaclava muffling his indistinct cries of terror; ironically, this only accelerated his slow descent from Elara's elastic body.
When it seemed as though he was about to slip free and begin his one-way trip to a faceful of concrete, Elara's tongue stretched around his chest, stretching to a length doubling the length of her own body. Her slimy muscle coiled around his calves, up to his chest, and looped around his arms to hold him in place. His body tasted salty with sweat... the fear was quite arousing.
She played with her food as she raised him above her outstretched maw, letting out an anticipatory "Aaah~" as the robber was thrust into her once against. She gulped, her body shuddering with sensuous pleasure as the robber once again slid down her body and plopped into her gut. She inhaled deeply as her body vacuum sealed around his body once again... this time, he entered upside down, so that his ass was pressing against the insides of her ballooning breasts.
She massaged her breasts, her neck elongating as her head lolled backwards, her eyes taking in the movement of the city streets below. With some resistance, her stick feet continued to climb the wall, as she had several more storeys to go. She hoped she wouldn't get too lightheaded from the change in atmosphere, but it seemed that the sexual arousal she was experiencing had already arrived. And she hadn't even arrived at her condo yet.
Another twenty storeys to go...
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About five minutes later, Elara made it to her balcony. Her mild-mannered alter ego made lawyer money, so she could afford someplace luxurious and spacious. All the more room for her to cut loose and flex her elastic superpowers to her exacting whim.
She slid the glass door open and let herself in. She sprawled herself across a massive sofa, allowing her limbs to stretch luxuriously across the ivory white furniture. As her limbs stretched in opposite directions, she felt the robber-sized lump in her stomach tighten under the tightness of her own skin. As her limbs settled into coiled up piles along the floor, she twisted her ropey limbs tighter and tighter.
She breathed in and out, her eyes closed, seemingly in a meditative state. She felt the robber's body rise and fall slowly along her extended diaphragm, stopping only at the armrest of each couch. She crossed her legs, over and over as her fat thighs pressed together and twisting together like tightly braided coils.
She peeked through one eye at her warped body, tracing the sensations tickling her skin. An idea occurred to her. Her hips rolled off the sofa and onto the floor; her torso followed suit, struggling to lift her enormous breasts. Once she flopped onto the floor (her entire body wobbling with the motion), she traced the sensation of her body, compressing just above the robber's head to move him closer to her groin. Then, she compressed to force him back up through her torso to nestle in her cleavage,
As she did this, her body elongated, extending the distance separating her top and her bottom. She repeated this exertion, picking up the tempo. Her skin was growing sleek with sweat as the robber, curled up into a ball, was forced through her at quickening speeds.
She gasped and moaned as the man was surging through her, fashioned into a dildo inserted well past her pussy and womb. Her breasts wobbled with each pump, her body stretched out so much... her body felt like it would tear at the seams.
Elara lashed out her ropey arms and limbs, reaching for bars suspended on opposite sides of the room; while these bars were typically used for morning chin-ups, today they served as foundational pillars for her body to fashion a bridge clear across the room, her midriff alone stretching seven feet long.
As her legs and arms twisted around the bars, she wrapped herself up tight, relaxing for a moment as her body yielded slightly to the man's weight. As he slid again towards her soaking-wet pussy, she squeezed again and sent him toward her chest once again. Her body stretched, bending in a gentle arc as her shoulder shook with each undulation. Her body squeaked as she pumped him through her body, faster and faster, as if her body was a hollowed-out onahole with a dildo trapped inside.
Her tongue lolled as she panted enthusiastically, dangling from her agape jaw as her coiled grip on the bars loosened more and more, until her arms finally gave out.
Elara's elongated upper body flopped to the floor and she groaned with ecstasy as the robber was forced up her chest, pressing against the back of her throat. As her legs uncoiled and flopped to the floor, her eyelids fluttered as her body coiled, limbs flopping on their own.
Her legs coiled together, the gap between her thighs fusing together into a single limb. Her arms melted into her sides. Her head oozed in between her shoulder along with her ample buxom, her lower body coiling until it met the space where her head was. Her body squelched together as it formed a fleshy loop, trembling with anticipation as her body hollowed out, her amorphous body reshaping itself to her current depraved whim.
Her body squeezed in the right places, as it had done before, coaxing the robber along the loop. The robber accelerated, squeezing more, her body singling sensuously, her tight skin yielding to the man's movement. This time, instead of her body being pumped, her body formed a circuit, forcing the man through her body, accelerating faster and faster.
She laughed, practically out of breath, though it wasn't clear where the voice had come from. Her body seemed to vibrate excitedly as he zipped around her glistening body, stretching it further with each lap. There was no pause to reset his moment, only constant building momentum, the swelling pressure of anticipation as her pliable body grew increasingly molten.
She felt her body being tugged in all directions as he continued to zip through her, her body writhing as if pounded by sheer force over and over. She rocked her whole body as she forced him through her over and over in a constant cycle. She squirmed, hands sprouting all along her glossy skin to massage her own body, clawing for any place to touch herself all over in the places that mattered.
BWOING!! She let out a guttural scream as the man's uncut cock tried to push through her skin once again, riding along her insides. The cock seemed to serve as a brake lever, slowing him to a crawl as her gyrating body collapsed, almost melting in all directions as she rapidly lost her solidity. Her body liquified, oozing around him, then pulled itself back to her more typical shape. She panted, massaging her curves as she tried to pull herself back together, quite literally.
She purred, reaching forward for her stomach, her fingers flopping and indistinct as she reached for the man's cock, so veiny and hard that if she lost an iota of focus, it threatened to bury straight through her like some horror movie monster. Her skin was stretched so tight it was almost translucent.
"You're a much better fucktoy than a robber, you know..." She purred, stroking his hypercock through her own skin. Her noodly fingers wrapped around the trembling shaft, thrusting it over and over, jerking him through her own vacuum-sealed skin. She had long ago abandoned all inhibition when it came to "rehabilitating" this criminal.
She worked faster, her body shaking with anticipation. She hoped that she hadn't siphoned him dry before, but the fact that he had gone this long without cumming bucket loads into her gut caused her to wonder. Perhaps he'd already passed out from zipping around her body like a matchcar...
Splurrrt... But as she felt the telltale sign of her body swelling up again with male seed, starting with her gut and spreading to her extremities, she cried in ecstasy as she ballooned upwards and upwards, her curves inching forward to fill up the room once again...
Comments
DownhillRabbit6.1
What an excellent part 2. That high rise climb segment was particularly interesting and one I could vivisualize quite clearly. The ending with the robbing getting centrifuge'd made me chuckle.
