Elastigirl Maximum

The day started off with a family breakfast, soft buttery toast, fried egg and bacon. Susan Parr, also known as Elastigirl, enjoyed her breakfasts in the morning… that was, however, until her rather arrogant husband Robert Parr, also known as Mr Incredible, brought up the fact of how fast his son was, which encouraged him to use it to mischievous advantages. Robert and Susan had both retired from superhero work the previous year, however there were some very rare occasions when the couple went out to solve crimes.

“Gee, mom, I really wanna sign up for the school marathon this year” Dash began to moan. Susan just rolled her eyes and said with a piece of toast in her hand, waving it about,

“Dash we’ve been through this every meal time for the past week and a half. You know I can’t let you go up for that”. Dash just groaned and before he could say anything, Robert cut in,

“Look Dash I know I always go on about how fast you are, but you need to realize that you can’t take advantage of your powers. They are a gift, not a privilege. Use it for something good”.

“But dad it IS something good, I could become world champion!” Dash said, excitement creeping into his voice.

“Only by cheating and using your powers, you can win. Maybe if the glory day--“he stopped as his wife glared at him. She hated those two words. Ever since Bob retired he always went on about the ‘glory days’.

“Uhh… what I meant to say was, if the whole superhero business comes back you can use your powers to your advantage then. But for the time being, the public doesn’t respect it. They did after we stopped Syndrome and the Underminers, but it faded out again”. Dash just gave a glum look and gazed down at his breakfast, slowly munching on it.

“Jeez, Dash, I thought you were smart” Violet started.

“Oh shut up, Violet, just because you’ve got a boyfriend doesn’t mean you can be so mean to your brother” Dash snapped. Susan and Robert stared at each other, and knowing where this was going to end up, Susan departed from her chair and went around the table, picking up the empty plates and cups.

“No fighting at the table” she said, bending over in-between Dash’s and Violet’s faces. Susan put the plates, cutlery and cups into the sink and headed on upstairs to the bathroom… finding it locked.

“Honey?” she said, knocking on the door.

“Two minutes, need to wash” her husband replied from inside. Susan sighed and went into her bedroom. Considering she was still in her dressing gown she thought now to get dressed. She untied the knot and as she slid her gown off, more of her slender body was revealed. Most of the family were unaware she was actually naked. Everytime she stared into that full length mirror, she always giggled as the most voluptuous figure stared back. Perky round breasts which even perked out without a bra, lush brown hair and glinting green eyes surrounded by a straight row of fluttering eyelashes. Susan had wide curvaceous hips outlining her round fleshy rear, and descending downwards some rather plump but beautifully toned thighs. As Susan thought more and more about her gorgeous body, she began to get slightly aroused. It happens most mornings. Her nipples went erect, she began massaging them and pushing her two large breasts together, forming a big cleavage. As she ran her hand down her stomach and going further down, the door opened. In a hurried panic Susan picked up the gown and covered herself up quickly… until she realized it was just Robert.

“Oh, hey” Susan grinned. She dropped the gown again, rummaging through the nearby wardrobe and chest of drawers for decent clothes for the day. Robert came from behind and began romantically pecking her neck, his arms about her waist. She just giggled and kissed him back, whilst applying a bra and bringing her boobs up even more. After pulling on a pair of panties she waited while Rob left the room, finding the toothbrush he was looking for. Susan grabbed the Elastigirl uniform from the back of the wardrobe and put it on, and although it was stretchable its normal size was quite tight on her. Susan quickly pulled on a button up top and a pair of jeans, a pair of socks and a pair of shin high boots. She was now ready to face another day of being a house wife.

Once Robert had taken Dash and Violet to school, he went to work for an hour. It was a Friday and Robert could choose his own shift, and so wanting to spend some time with his wife, he chose to do only an hour today thus earning £50. Susan just sat at home, watching the TV patiently waiting for her husband to walk through the door, although it may not be for some time. Just as she was getting into some interesting drama programme, the TV blinked for a minute and suddenly a news reporter was sitting at his desk, looking concerned.

“An immediate news report has just broken out. After monitoring a mysterious island off the south coast we revealed for the country’s eyes only a secret undergoing development deep in the heart of the jungle. A man by which we only know as “Syndrome” has somewhat returned after his incident last year and is now up to his usual mischief, however it is at this moment that Syndrome is rebuilding his monstrosity but many times bigger, infact it is taking up half the island and it is still under construction. This is a major precaution, evacuation probably imminent. Thank you and best of luck. Now back to your programme”. The TV blinked again and the credits of the programme rolled up the TV. Susan was back against the couch aghast. He was back? she thought to herself, but how? Without any second hesitation, Susan picked up the phone and pressed one of the memory buttons, instantly dialling a number. Someone picked up on the other side.

“Hey Shnog, glad you answered. Listen, I need a faster plane, and I need it as soon as possible”.

“Ah, you watched the news. Now let me see…”

It was half an hour later Susan was at the airport, and flying away in her two man jet quite faster than she expected she would. Within that minute she found herself in view of the island, and so pulled down and headed for the large runway that was coincidentally built that month for incoming supply planes, obviously for the new Kronos robot. With a thud and a screech, the jet pulled in and into the large hanger. Susan pulled off her shirt now, along with her jeans, leaving her in just her Elastigirl suit and shin high boots. Susan walked along through the rather large hanger and pushing a door open, she began to roam free in the jungle. Ducking behind every tree she saw, she began to hear something distant… the sound of a man. Pressing further on, pushing through the bushes, the voice getting closer and closer, and then as she could swear it was a few bushes away, it stopped. A twig snapped. Susan stood in her crouched stance, gazing around her as something moved closer… closer… closer… a bush split apart and in a split second a white beam blinded Susan temporarily. When she regained her vision, she looked to see a smirk upon a very familiar face… Syndrome.

“Well well well, if it isn’t Elastigirl. Why, I ain’t seen you in a year at least! So how’s the family going? Still pathetically trying to succeed where their parents failed?” He cackled and brought Susan closer, the field of zero-point energy restricting her movement completely.

“Elastigirl, eh? Well I think it’s the time we saw about that” Syndrome sneered slyly, emphasising the word Elastigirl.

“Bring it in boys. It’s time to execute operation Blimp Girl”.

“Nuh…” Susan groaned from within her contained field of energy. She nervously zoomed her eyeballs about, which were the only movable parts of her body. A squeaking was heard, and two of Syndrome’s guards wheeled in by a trolley a rather large tank. The guards placed the tank on the ground, and judging by the gauge and rubber hose, she knew this couldn’t end well.

“Work with me, you both know what to do”. The two guards and Syndrome grabbed the hose and lifted it up, edging it into the field of energy and making it instantly moveable, it was much easier to manoeuvre now, and so they easily crept the hose towards Susan’s open mouth, and once it was placed in and resting on the back of her tongue, Syndrome released the energy. Susan’s first reaction was to try and pull it out, but with a quick button press two metal catches inbuilt to the hose tip clipped on the inside of her teeth, so she was unable to pull it back out.

“I’ve got no mercy for this bitch” Syndrome mumbled as she whimpered pleadingly. “Half power to begin with”.

At Syndrome’s instructions one of the guards picked up the remote and pressed the amber button, causing an instant rush of air. The hose pumped up and neared Susan’s mouth, when in an instant her cheeks were blown full of air and plumped up. Her tummy began to push outwards like a football, and her sides expanded, making her look quite pregnant. Susan’s already ample breasts began to expand slightly, growing about four cup sizes and hearing a snap she knew it could only be her poor bra. Only once the snap was heard did her breasts stop inflating, however her belly didn’t and was reaching quite a large diameter. Susan muffled slightly as her thighs ballooned up and her butt bulged out like two balloons under her tight trousers.

“Ah, yes, you’ll make the perfect signal for my squadron. Only someone like you can reach such extreme proportions” Syndrome sneered in his somewhat sincere voice.

Susan just stood there dazzled as her body ballooned out, her tummy now stretching her top and her arms filling with air, making them nothing but round fleshy cones, and her pumped thighs pushing against each other, forcing them apart. She now looked like a ballooned star. Susan’s rear was now gigantic and still growing, pumping with air. Her belly and chest, however, were reaching large proportions now; her navel popped up and was visible through the tight material that contained her large form. Susan’s arms began to get absorbed by her expanding body, which now began to take on a globe shape as her ass rounded out and began to engulf her legs until they were up to the shins. Her arms remained sticking out at the wrist, she began to kick her stubby feet and wave her hands frantically as her bloated body began to raise off the floor, she couldn’t touch it at all now and surely she rose higher and higher the bigger she got. Susan gasped slightly as the roof her leather boots pressed against her gigantic butt cheeks, squeezing into the skin and making it bulge around her feet. The rest of her arms vanished into her huge body.

“Oh this isn’t fast enough” Syndrome snarled, and snatched the remote off the guard, and with a press of the red button, Susan began to inflate faster and faster. Her head began to get engulfed by her rising chest, her cheeks getting pushed up and her plump lips squashing together. Susan’s fingers bloomped up one by one as air gushed into them. Her body was now so big her humongous belly peeked out between her top and bottoms, her top rising and exposing her rather large navel. Susan was now completely globular; all that was visible was half a head, podgy hands and leather boots. Suddenly Susan found herself rising toward the trees, and as the hose got tighter, it pulled her upside down, so her huge body went up ass first, her abnormally large rear blooming out into the air and getting poked by the sharp branches of the trees as if they wanted to poke her. Susan now looked down on Syndrome, she was absolutely huge at least the size of a weather balloon. The Incredibles logo was stretched right across her huge chest, and the black part of her costume which went under her legs and around her waist was pushed to the bottom and was all that was visible as the red parts covering her legs were engulfed by her gigantic body.

“Perfect. I knew she could do it” Syndrome said, grinning. Susan just floated there, waving in the breeze, she couldn’t speak.

“Oh my… SUSAN!” she heard a familiar voice holler. Susan looked down and could make out the hulky muscular figure that was his husband.

“What the hell have you done to my wife?!” Robert roared at Syndrome, but before he could get a hit in on him, Syndrome pressed down slightly on the hose.

“Naughty, naughty. I wouldn’t try that if I were you, because if I pull this hose out of her mouth, she’ll end up floating into outer space. Besides she isn’t your wife anymore. She’s now my fulltime signal balloon for my squadron. She’s perfect, and don’t worry, there’s enough helium in there to keep her stomach fooled into thinking it’s full. Well, after all, she is full” Syndrome laughed, and Robert backed down for the good of his wife. Syndrome giggled to himself, little did Robert know about the clamp inside of her mouth.

“Now, I’m sure there’s something you can do to help alongside her… ah yes, perfect, you can monitor her!” Syndrome laughed uproariously. Robert just bided his anger as it bubbled inside him, and as Syndrome’s foot released from the hose Robert threw a humongous punch into Syndrome’s face, several cracks emitting from it. The two guards instantly ended up on top of the unconscious Syndrome. Robert pulled hard on the hose, bringing Susan down to ground level, prising apart the tree tops.

“Susan…” Robert said, gazing into her eyes, “I will help you”. Robert pulled the hose out, pressing the clamps back down, and held her tight as the air violently gushed out of every orifice she had, everything except for her breasts deflated, which seemed to contain the air, making them larger than normal. Robert and Susan hugged and kissed on the spot, but both pulled away at the same time, and staring at the unconscious Syndrome and his cronies. After fitting the hose to Syndrome’s mouth and pressing the red button, Susan and Robert walked away, chuckling to themselves as Syndrome inflated behind them, rising high off the floor as his body reached large proportions.

“Happy birthday, ‘Buddy’” Robert sneered.