Comm: Elara Belly Flops On Crime! (Part 1)

Summary: 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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The elastic superheroine Elara was going about her rounds, on a particularly turbulent night downtown. She had already stopped one bank robbery tonight, and she was about to drag the culprit to the police station, but when she saw fire trucks and ambulances speeding by, she knew she had to take a detour. 

Luckily, she had a safe place to keep the culprit... inside her own stomach. It was a simple matter for her to stretch her mouth wide, envelope the terrified criminal, and stretch her body to create a pocket big enough to contain him. 

Moving about was a pain, though. She stuck to the rooftops, striding over the gaps between the city highrises on stilt-like legs. Her entire body rippled and sloshed with each torturous movement; she gasped sharply as her curves contracted, revealing the form of a full-grown man nestled just above her womb. 

She paused to take a breath, pressing a hand to her chest.

"Ooogh this is upsetting my tummy." Elara lowered her hand to rub her warped belly. "I'll need some Pepta Misbol after tonight. You better not give me incontinence in there!"

THWACK! She recoiled her hand as the robber's foot pressed against her insides, stretching her stomach lining a foot out; it caused her entire body to ripple with motion, a moaning shudder escaping her lips. Elara laughed, coquettishly pushing the foot back into the center of her mass.

"Ohoho! Spicy one, aren't you?" She smirked, patting her belly. "Don't like being trapped inside the belly of a sexy elastic superheroine? Well, that's a possibility you should've accounted for before holding up that bank teller, mm?"

She stretched her arms over her head, forming an elegant double helix. She bounced on her elastic heels, swaying from side to side; her purple spandex jumpsuit glowed in the ambient lights, hugging closely to her F-cup chest and sensuous hips.

"Okay, it's rescue time! Not gonna let some criminal bozo slow me down any longer!" She coiled her arms and legs into springs, flipping as she bounced from rooftop to rooftop. When she saw smoke, she lashed her legs out to catch herself on a nearby weathervane, extending her neck to survey the situation. 

"Oogh, looks bad... and no EMS onsite yet." She furrowed her eyebrows. "Guess it's up to me."

She slid down the side of the building and sprang over to one adjacent to the ongoing fire. She was safe here, even as the acrid stench of smoke filled the air. As she landed, she felt an odd heft in her lower gut pressing against her stomach wall. It was rigid, and hard.

"Mmhmhm..." She patted her tummy. "Hey, Dick Dastardly, is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"

BA-BOING! She immediately regretted the choice of her words as a phallic shape rose up against the inside of her stomach, her hand cupping around its firm, girthy form. She could feel it bulging and throbbing... the bumps from those veins were visible in plain sight!

"OKAY IT'S NOT A GUUUUN!" She wailed, stumbling over backward as her pillowy ass caught her fall. Her entire body writhed back and forth, though not of her own accord. She winced, clawing at the cock-shaped protrusion stretching her tight.

"Did you get a cock transplant from a fucking HORSE!?" She growled, reaching for the cock, her stomach skin folding around the shaft as she tried to squeeze and choke the everloving shit out of it. She had little success, as the monster cock slipped through her fingers, her skin bubbling and expanding to accommodate the mass. 

"Ooogh... ooooooghh..." Her sensitive bits flared up, her vulva sandwiched between the man's weight and the concrete. She groped herself with noodly fingers. "F-fuck... don't... don't stop..."

She bit her lip as she swooned, the rhythmic motion accelerating at a faster and faster rate. She rocked her hips in tune, until...

Blorp! Her eyes bulged as her entire body puffed out in all directions. And then again. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks; this bank-robbing wackjob was cumming absolute bucket loads inside of her, causing her to swell up like some horrid marshmallow woman!

She tried to flop to her feet, but her body resisted her movement, her limbs becoming increasing flooded with an unbelievable torrent of cum. Even sitting up caused semen to slosh around inside of her. And with every passing moment, she felt fuller, as if she was a waterballoon primed to burst.

She opened her mouth to shout obscenities, but her lips drippled with a dollop of cum. She sealed her mouth shut as she struggled to her feet. She'd have to save someone before she was completely incapacitated. 

She stretched an arm out and away from her, her limb curving like the humble beginning of a balloon animal She wrapped it around a railing, and kicked her legs to swing over... but her arc was off! She was too heavy, her weight distribution out of whack! She kicked her stubby little legs pathetically as she fell one storey after another...

Creeeeeak... her rubbery arm grew taut, and she caught her fall before she splattered onto the ground below. She huffed through her nostrils, her cheeks puffed out in an obstinate pout. 

"HEEEEEEEEELP! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!" A voice cried from above! She was below the burning building! She could still help!

She hobbled over to underneath the window, where she saw a panicking woman flailing her arms. "JUMFFF! AHLL EGHT OO!" Elara burbled, cum squeezing through her lips like a hose; the woman gawked at the strange, rotund woman below her...

BOOM! But before she could think it through, an explosion from behind her sent her hurtling out the window! Elara belly flopped to save her!

FRRRRRBTBTBT! The sound of a wet, deflating balloon escaped her lips as the woman landed on her cushiony backside. Her jaw unhinged as a flood of cum spilled out from inside her, and onto the pavement... along with the masked robber, depantsed and rather flaccid. Elara moaned, exhausted and horny, her body crumpled and sprawled out on the ground, resembling a deflated sex doll with ultra-fetishistic proportions. 

The robber rose groggily, shuddering and shaking as he wiped off as much of his own semen from his clothes as he could. He glanced over his shoulder, spotting Elara raising her head, and tried to make a break for it!

WHIPPOW! Her tongue shot out and caught his ankle, tripping him to the ground. Her tongue pulled her closed to the robber, her flattened body slipping over his body once again. 

"Oh oh oo ont!" She muttered, her mouth stretching to clamp on his feet, pulling him into her mouth, her body vacuum sealing around him. She sucked his skin, drawing him closed to the bottom of her soft, warm tummy.

With a gurgle and one last defiant writhe, the man slipped inside of her once again. Her body popped back into shape, groaning as she rubbed her ass. 

"Ugh... where'd all that cum come from?" She muttered. "Tastes like pineapples..."

She raised her head as the sirens approached. Firetrucks, ambulances... and the police too. Finally, a good home for this troublemaker. She patted her stomach, looking pregnant with triplets at term.