Comm: Stretchy Streamer 2

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.

[Story Listing]

[First Part]

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It had been a couple of days since Ash—better known the world over as the erotic elastic streamer ASMRelda—resettled herself in Tony's apartment. In rare moments of quiet, Tony would reflect on the strange nature of her subscriber giveaway. If she had really hacked herself into itty-bitty pieces, did she just clone herself dozens, maybe hundreds of times? Was there an army of ASMRelda's futzing about?

This question didn't go long without an answer as the following morning Tony would wake up surrounded by clones of Ash, wrapped around him on all sides; there was one hanging off of and groping at each of his limbs, another draped over him like a blanket (and riding his cock like a moped; nowadays it seemed to be in a state of permanent erection, as Ash didn't much care to see it go flaccid), and another rested beneath him, shifting like an ocean tide. Tony wondered if she had thrown out his mattress at one point, considering her body was beyond that of a tempurpedic mattress...

With half a dozen copies of Ash yearning for affection, Tony was getting worried.

"Babe..." Tony groaned. "I still gotta go to work..."

"Don't worry..." A voice whispered at his side. "I let them know you were out sick..."

"Wha...?" Tony blinked; Ashley's soft body yielded more, letting him sink deeper into her supple skin. Ash's body creaked as she leaned closer, licking her red lips.

"Heyyyy... it's Josh, [sniff]..."

Josh blinked, glancing to Ash. That was a perfect facsimile of his voice! She smiled wickedly, her head twisting upon a ropey-neck as she loomed over his other side.

"I came down with a MAAAASSIVE fever over the weekend so I can't come in... I'll put in sick leave when I get back... okseeyalaterbyyyyyyyye... kaclick!~"

With a coquettish wink, Ash leaned in closer, her amorphous body flexing around Tony to massage him on all sides.

"Now it can be just you and me, all dayyy long..." Ash wrapped herself around Tony. She fluttered her eyelashes, turning her head towards the glowing computer monitor at the end of the room. "...Just go turn off your computer. It's creepy when it lights up by itself in the dark..."

Tony wanted to say that it may have had something to do with Ash's tendency to desolidify and consume the entire room under a glossy layer of liquid flesh, but as Ash's deformed body shifted under him, with two tendrils hoisting him to his feet, Tony staggered forward. He certainly put the "sub" in "subscriber"...

He approached the machine and pressed a finger down towards the power button... and then yelped in pain! It was hot! He hissed in pain, running his fingers together.

"Is it overheating??" Tony blurted. His eyes rose to witness the computer giving off an almost irradiate glow and, panicking, put some distance between himself and the monitor. He saw the plastic casing begin to melt under the intense heat, the glass screen swelling to a fiery orange slag before mixing with it, dripping over the desk, before it too consumed the massive hard drive placed below the table.

"Is it, uh, supposed to do that?" Ash's eyebrow perked up, her nonplussed attitude an amusing counterpoint to Tony's paling expression as, right before his eyes, thousands of dollars of high-end computer equipment was, quite literally, going up in smoke.

"NO NO NO NO WHAT THE FUUUUCK!?" Tony babbled. He was about to sprint into the bathroom to try and douse it with a cup of water, but as the hyper-heated setup melted into slag...

"Teehee!~ Sorry about your computer, Tony!~" The formless mass began to stir and rise, a cutesy giggle echoing from the muck. Tony froze. It was familiar...

"Excuse me??" Ash straightened up with a scowl. It seems she recognized that voice too. The two stared as the blackened ooze stirred, lapping over the desk and crossing over itself, rapidly form before their eyes as it smoothed out into myriad slick tendrils that stirred against the ground. A head formed at the top as, from within the muck, a tiara rose to the fore. The ebony black liquid writhed and developed texture, sequences... a ballroom dress, of latex??

More tentacles sprouted from the head of a cutesy, yet well-endowed woman, with large anime eyes and a tiny nose. She practically looked like a fairy, but Tony recognized her instantly.

"Cuttles?!?" Tony gawked. This was the spitting image of a V-tuber he liked to follow; she was themed after a cuttlefish princess of the deep, and Tony would catch all her streams where she'd compose EDM music and chat with paying commenters.

"In the cuttlefish fleeeeesh!~" Cuttles beamed. "I downloaded myself onto your computer so we could meet face to face, my cute lil sub contest winner, you!~"

She reached forward with a long glove finger to pinch Tony's check... but her hand was smacked aside by Ash, as she was rising to the fore.

"What the fuck, Cuttles!?" Ash was fuming. "Why do you steal all my community event ideas!? And now you're going after my subs!?"

"Singular sub!" Cuttles smiled in a typically saccharine way. "I don't really want your subs... just sweet Tony!~"

"You've been seeing other streamers, Tony!?" Ash puffed her cheeks—they inflated rather cartoonishly. Tony staggered back.

"W-well, you two stream on different nights, sooo..." Tony prodded his fingers together. "Pleasedon'tbemad..."

Ash held her gaze for a spell, her hands placed on her hips. Before long though, she let out a drawn out sigh, her lips raspberrying as her cheeks deflated.

"Oh, I can't stay mad at you..." Ash pouted. "...I'll just have to put down the flighty weeb."

"You've had plenty of time with Tony!~" Cuttles' eyes sparkled as her tendrils lashed out to hug Tony in several layers of stretched out, rubbery tentacles. "Let someone else treat him right!~"

"Tentacles off!" Ash clenched her fist and threw a haymaker, her hand hardening into a mace as it soared towards Cuttles' head.

"Oop!~" Cuttles popped her head inside of her neck, her lower tentacles swirling in a circle as she elegantly glided towards the bathroom.

"You wait here and stay safe, okidokidoo?~" Cuttles beamed. "I'll deal with the nasty ASMRelda for you!~"

"Wait-" Tony tried to get a word in, but Cuttles already slammed the door on him. She turned, her tentacles rising.

"I wonder how many atmospheres of pressure it'll take to break you!~" Cuttles giggled, her tentacles rising; the tips narrowed to razor edges and lashed forward in a flailing strike!

Ash was already diving towards Cuttles, more focused on whaling on her than on her own well-being; as sharp blades cut through her soft flesh, chunks of her splattered against the bathroom door, her arm twisting through the tentacles to strike Cuttles.

The v-tuber's face scrunched up under the pressure, her hair tentacles filling up as her face collapsed on itself, sending her sprawling over the bed. Ash pressed her good hand against her naked body, smoothing over the gashes Cuttles had left behind. She hopped around on one leg, long enough for her lopped up body bits to roll back towards her, sinking back into her, smoothing into perfectly shapely proportions again.

But Cuttles was readying another strike, slipping out from underneath the bed and spitting a mouthful of ink square into Ash's face; her hair tentacles clutched at the ceiling, pulling her up as she performed a flip, bringing her fists together; they shlorped into an enormous cartoon hammer and came down hard on Ash.

Ash cried out in pain from the stinging ink, and then in pleasure as she splatted against the ground, flattening out like a pancake. Her neck compressed into her shoulders, her eyes locked to the spinning ceiling fan, she could only blush furiously as she was scooped up by the myriad tentacles;

"Omigosh, you know what I haven't done yet? A cooking stream!~" Cuttles cackled, spinning her around like pizza dough. As Cuttles babbled, Ash tried to hold back moans of erotic pleasure; the tip of the tentacle was prodding at her flattened vulva, and with her clit flattened there too, she was spinning on her g-spot, the sexual energy spiralling with her with nowhere to go.

"We should collab; you can be the pizza!~" Cuttles beamed. "How's that sound?"

"SCREW YOU!" Ash leaped up from Cuttles' grasp, her circumference edge hardening to the sharpness of a blade as she came down like a buzzsaw down on Cuttles. The vtuber gasped as Ash cut cleaning through from the top of her head down to her tentacles, splitting her down the middle.

"OHH!~~ ♡♡♡" Cuttles swooned, folding in two directions and splattering to the floor, her tentacles lashing about excitedly; Ash had so viciously savaged her sensitive nethers (programmed to be extra sensitive to a single touch). The two halves of her torso writhed with pleasure as her bisected spine arched; her two halves sensuously twisted around each other, her D-cup breasts pressing against each other, suckered nipples pressing against each other as if fighting for space...

"Ooooooh this is so much funnnnn..." Cuttles, her head shlorping back into shape, reached for Ash's still-flattened form, twisting her excitedly. Ash let out a yelp of surprise as Cuttles worked her form like clay, smoothing her small hands along Ash's soft, suggestive body, paying careful attention to the base and tip; her hungry tentacles lashed around, kissing Ash's shapeshifted form all over, the suckercups creating ribs for her pleasure.

After morphing Ash into a makeshift dildo, she plunged her into her waiting octopussy; Ash had the size advantage on Cuttles, but her rubbery cuttlefish skin was so pliable and soft, and the impression of Ash's incredible phallic form caused her perky navel to bulge with each thrust.

As Cuttles pressed Ash deeper within her, their clits touched; they cried out in ectasy with each thrust, tentacles thrashing against skin, Ash stretching deeper into Cuttles' overstretched form as they spilled across the floor, over furniture, pushing Tony's gamer chair to topple and slide over to the far side of the room.

As this all happened, Tony peeked out from the bathroom, creaking the door open just a smidge. The girl's bodies were rubbing against each other in a weird, alien competition to assert their authority over another. As Ash outstretched her limbs and crisscrossed them over Cuttles' inflated chest, teasing her nipples, Tony couldn't help but grasp his erect cock.

He tried to jerk off quietly at the sight of two shapeshifting streamers fighting over him like this. While it was intensely erotic to watch, he did fear what might happen if they noticed him gawking like this... and what they'd do to him. Either of these crazy chicks would break him clean in half...

He grimaced as they were already breaking his apartment. What was he going to do...?