This choice: She hides the bulge like she mentioned before • Go Back... A sense of sudden weariness overcame Helen Parr. Not surprising since general drowsiness and lethargy were commonly experienced after one consumed a large amount of food, and the Fire Swallower was definitely a large meal. The man had towered over the woman and probably outweighed her by nearly 100lbs. He was broad shouldered and sturdily built, yet it did not matter. The elastic superheroine had made quick work of the flame themed supervillain. Helen was tempted to just sit in the alley and bask in the afterglow of her indulgence. She was so full. Those close to Helen knew that she had a ravenous, borderline insatiable appetite. The popular buffet that her family often visited as civilians could attest to that, but nothing sated her hunger like a villain.
It had been so long, years since she last snacked on a crook. In her early hero career, years before meeting Bob and assuming the moniker of Mrs. Incredible, supervillains, crooks, thugs and the worst examples of what humanity had to offer were a staple part of a young Elastigirl's diet. This was one ability that she kept secret. Not even Bob, her husband, had a clue that he was married to a literal man-eater. Helen could not bear letting the truth get out. The public just would not understand. Even if she only chowed down on baddies, she would be seen as a monster. So when she and Bob got engaged, Helen swore off dining on people. Evil or not. It was not easy at first, but eventually after years her taste for the zesty tang of man-meat had subsided to a barely noticeable blip on her thoughts. Then there was today. A moment of clarity saw Helen come to her senses. She had no idea what came over herself, but she slipped back into old habits like nothing had happened.
"I just couldn't help myself." Helen thought as a ping of guilt ran through her mind. It scared her a little at just how naturally it all came back to her. The smell of sweat, his musky scent. The woman was practically salivating, as it took all her power to not jump him as soon as he was cornered. Like some starved dog pouncing on a juicy steak. Helen braced herself against her side of the alley. She slid her back up the brick wall and pushed herself onto her feet. Now sporting a huge, protruding potbelly, though not so big to account for an apparently full grown man being crammed inside.
“Sheesh, Helen, so much for your diet,” Mrs. Incredible said. “Could you be any more of a pig?”
Helen's thigh-high boots skidded for purchase across the gravel covered ground as she shakily stood and steadied herself. The newfound weight was throwing her off balance. She had forgotten what it was like to walk around with a belly full of evil do-er, but she found her balance returned in short order. Like muscle memory.
“If I keep this up, this thing will never get any smaller.” Helen said, looking back over her shoulder at her considerable behind. She ran a hand over the curve of a hip and around one plump, spandex clad buttock. It was true that her special ability allowed to hide most visible signs of weight gain, but the weight scales told a different story. And two key areas seemed unaffected by her hiding trick: her butt and thighs.
“Just how many has it been over the years?” Helen wondered.
The shapely middle-aged mother of three looked thoughtfully on her thick posterior and wondered just how many, like the Fire Swallower, ended up on her backside. Hundreds? Thousands? Honestly, she had lost count long ago. In truth, Helen had no idea just how much she could eat at once, and it was a little scary. Once when she was still a new hero, she consumed an entire prison transport- commandeered and packed full of escaping convicts during a prison riot - and she just swallowed it whole with ease before anyone witnessed a thing. And she remembered still being hungry. When she hid the monstrous bulge, she looked like she just ate a large breakfast. More than 50 escapees, including a prison bus, were just gone without a trace.
She had monitored her restroom visits for weeks after. Not a single screw, a shard of metal nor a piece of bone, not a shred of rubber or even a scrap of a prisoner jumpsuit survived the trip through her digestive tract. Whatever she ate was utterly obliterated. The only signs of the prisoners and the bus were a few larger than average bowel movements and a bad case of gas.
In those days, before the ban on supers, crime dropped to record lows for a number of years following the bus incident. Not due to any increased police presence or hero activity, yet some then infamous bad people simply vanished, and no one knew why, or noticed the absolute donk Elastigirl toted around in those days or wondered if the two occurrences were connected.
Countless villains and villainesses, criminals of every stripe, went into filling out her thick thighs and sizable buttocks; Their essences forever bound to the elastic woman, their wicked souls coalesced within the muscle fibers of her rotund buttocks and meaty thighs.
Helen took a deep breath to clear her mind. It was quiet, save for the approaching, far off the police sirens and subtle sloshing and bubbling coming from her heavily engorged midsection. She cradled the large watermelon sized lump in her stomach like a mother would a baby still in the womb. Her thoughts went to her family, her husband, and children. Were they alright? Bob never would let anything happen to their kids, but still. Her thoughts and the relative silence were broken by the noise coming from her stomach. Helen casually drummed the fingers of one hand over the swell of her distended belly while observing the amount of fight this Fire Swallower had. Her stomach bulged and shook erratically as the man inside desperately fought to break out. His screams and incoherent pleas for mercy were hard to hear, his voice muffled and barely reached her ears, as if it was coming from a great distance. What could be heard was lost in the noise of her active stomach as it burbled and growled. Part of her did feel bad, but she tried not to dwell too much on those she ate. He was just meat at this point. Food.
"I do hate to eat and run, but my family is waiting for me," Helen said, addressing the doomed villain. "Besides, we dithered here long enough."
With that said, Helen closed her eyes and inhaled deep through her nostrils as she concentrated on the mass in her middle. Slowly, her large, protruding gut receded with an angry roar until Helen's stomach flattened and smoothed out to the point that nothing looked out of the ordinary. Instantly, the screaming stopped. Helen stiffed a belch and gently patted her unassumingly thin waistline. She felt a few kicks and laughed through her nose. Fire Swallower was definitely a fighter.
“Guess it’s no surprise that the fiery guy has a spicy temperament.” Helen said to herself and somewhat to her abdomen. “The tough ones always did give me the worst gas.”
The Fire Swallower would not last long at all in the heroine’s bottomless stomach. Likely, he was already beyond the point of no return. Like the bus and the untold legions of villains to pass previously through Helen's G.I. tract, he would go straight to Helen’s ass, and after a few days, he would be squeezed out of said rear, if anything remained of him at all.
The sirens were getting closer. With her family still on her mind, Helen Parr aka Elastigirl, otherwise known as Mrs. Incredible wasted no more time in backtracking to where she last saw her husband and children, moving with a speed and grace one would not think possible while carrying a hidden extra 200lbs. She looked no different from when she first entered the alley, only now her footsteps seemed slightly heavier.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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