Comm: Stretchy Streamer 3

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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As the two stretchy streamers feuded in his room for his affection, Tony's erotic euphoria ebbed away, and a moment of clarity occurred to him. These girls were being ultra-possessive about him, fixating on him and him alone, and willing to resort to violence to secure his love. It all sounded like something out of a self-indulgent anime with a yandere slasher love interest. But this was real life, right? Not just some hokey power fantasy?

Whatever it was, the feud going on between the girls didn't have anything to do with him, and if he stuck around much longer, he might get ripped apart in the process. His erection softening enough to slip into a new set of boxers and pants, he hurriedly readied himself and slipped away out of their fawning gaze to try and get to work. Sure, Ash (more popularly known as the erotic streamer ASMRelda) had called in, mimicking his voice in a pitch perfect tenor, so he'd have to come up with some clever excuse. 

He wondered if it'd be safe to go back while the streamers were fighting. He concluded that it'd probably be best to leave the apartment to them, and move to a motel. Maybe become a roaming traveller. The fantasy of him going from place to place as a hobo with a basket played out in his mind until he got off the bus and to the office. 

Tony approached his boss, Miss Sarah Bouncer, with deference. She was a tall woman, her hair done up in a tight black bun. Her business casual skirt seemed to hug her muscled thighs, and Tony had to exercise maximum willpower to avoid developing a boner right there. 

"What are you doing here?" Sarah adjusted her glasses, glaring at him with a judgmental look. "Didn't you call in sick? Or was that an excuse for being thirty minutes late?"

"Uhhh..." Tony gulped. "I-it was actually my roommate, he uh, filtered my voice through an AI program. As a prank, you see. I'm actually fine, so-"

"Hmmph. Your clothes are unkempt, and you smell like..." Her nose crinkled as she sniffed. "Ugh, nevermind. I'm putting this on your record. Now get to work." 

She snapped and paced away, her heels clicking with each step. Tony grimaced, and hurried to the supply room, where he grabbed his cart of cleaning supplies. He worked as a custodian in a large office building, and with more employees returning to the office, there was more to do than ever. 

Starting the day late and having not slept a wink, he was already behind on his rounds. Office workers muttered curses under their breath as they had to sidestep Tony's glassy-eyed expression. He didn't get a lot of respect around the office. 

He moved to a copy room with a window overlooking the city and sighed, emptying the recycle. He was dumping the discarded paper into a collection bag, when he heard a knock at the window. 

"Toooooooooonyyyyyyyyy!~" Two familiar voices called out in unison.

Tony dropped his things, his head jerking towards the window. On the other side were the two elastic streamers, shoving against each other to get a better look at their beloved. 

"Quit shoving, you cartoonish cunt." Ash grunted.

"I thought I made it quite clear that he was mine first!~" Cuttles, the octomaid-themed vtubers chimed back. 

"H-how'd you get up here!? We're on the 18th floor!" Tony blurted. "Wait, no, nevermind, you can't stay here, I'm at work!~"

"Ohhhhhh, they work you too hard here..." Cuttles fluttered her eyelashes. "Isn't it time for a break?"

"I read online that stress is stored in the balls..." Ash giggled. 

Tony gulped, feeling his cock go slightly erect at their voices. He reached for the latch to open the window...

"TONY!" A shrill voice snapped, the telltale sound of stomping footsteps approaching from around the corner. Tony whimpered and quickly drew the curtains on the two streamer girls, before he turned to face his boss. 

"Y-yes Miss Bouncer?" Tony stood at attention.

"You are very behind on your rounds!" She loomed over him; (un)fortunately for Tony, he couldn't get a good look at her scowling expression as the underside of her cleavage got in the way. "It isn't enough that you waste your time, but when you waste my time as well, we have a problem!"

"U-uh, Miss Bouncer..." Tony stammered, eying the curtains. There was the telltale sound of something shifting through; he spotted limbs and tentacles squeezing their way through the narrow crack between the window and the frame. 

"EYES ON ME!" Miss Bouncer stomped her foot. "Such insubordination! I ought to suspend you without pay, you hear me!?"

"Ah, but little Tony was without pay, he wouldn't be able to support us!~" 

"What!?" Miss Bouncer raised her head as, from behind the curtain, a flurry of suckered tentacles shot forward, pinning her to the wall with absurd strength; Miss Bouncer struggled under their tight grip, as the two streamers revealed themselves. 

"Horrible woman, isn't she?" Cuttles tutted. "An absolute blackhearted wench."

"Sh-she's my boss!" Tony responded, face growing pale. 

"She's a tyrant, that's what she is. But don't you worry, Tony." Ash grinned, brushing Tony's hair. "We'll deal with her rotten personality~"

"Let me go, you monstrous-" Miss Bouncer tried to react, but Cuttles cut her off, sliterhing a tentacle into her open mouth. She struggled, trying to bite the rubbery tendril, only for Ash to slide forward and whisper something into her ear. Tony didn't catch it, but her voice sounded staticky, inhuman, like a taped reverse and sped up.

Within moments, Miss Bouncer froze up, eyes glazing over, and passed out. 

"What did you say to her...?" Tony gawked.

"A forbidden ASMR trick, to overload the brain and cause it to pass out." Ash smiled. "Now, you've worked hard, so it's time for your well-earned break."

"Um... uh..." Tony glanced between the two of them as they shuffled closer. "But... who's first?"

"We'll both go!" Cuttles booped Tony on the nose. "We reached an accord, Ashy and I!~"

"An accord?" Tony blinked. "So you made up- whoa!" 

The two girls bumped their hips into one another with great force, enough to cause everything in the room to shake. Their forms pressed against one another, their arms clasping and twisting together until they melded together, then disappeared under the union of their bodies as they slid closer together. When the movement had stopped, two woman had become one; it was as if the original streamed had been cut in half from top to bottom, then had their halves glued together.

Tony looked at their fused body, down to their sopping wet vagina, their labias fused together. 

"This is the perfect form for us to pleasure you all at once!~" The fused woman spoke, their eyes narrowing on her as tentacles and ropey limbs drew Tony closer, stripping him of his work clothes. They pinned him down against the copying machine, their vagina hungrily clenched around his erect penis; their sopping wet cum lubricated their own sex as they thrust over and over. 

"Ah... aaah..." Tony moaned, trying to keep quiet. They were still in an office. 

"Just sit there and let the two of us pleasure you at once..." The fused streamer swooned, their ropey limbs and tentacles massaging his chest and calves. They leaned forward, a pair of tongues twisting together to kiss him deeply and tenderly. 

Tony moaned ecstatically, his voice muffled as a set of tentacles slithered to grasp a photocopier, and dragged it to block the door leading into the room, so that the two.. three... four of them would have all the privacy they needed.