Mirage sashayed into the containment room wearing her trademark blue business shirt and curve hugging skirt, watching her walk was the only other occupant of the room, Helen Parr otherwise known as 'Elastigirl'. "have you come to let me go yet?" Helen snapped, she had been held captive down here since her and her family defeated Syndrome, while her family were at work and school Mirage kidnapped her and trussed her up in the magnetic prison rings
"let you go?" Mirage smirked "now why would I do that when I have such big plans for you"
"give it up skinny Syndrome is dead and my family will come looking for me and then I'm going to make you pay" Mirages smirk slid into a scowl at the insult
"I doubt it, your family think you are dead, I'm now close friends with your hubby" Mirage walked over to the control pannel and began to rummage around underneath it
"you could never be anything more than aquantances bitch! he doesn't date sticks, he likes someone with curves" Helen says indicating to herself
Mirage stood up, one of syndromes large gloves in her hands, glowering at Helen "yes well if everything goes according to plan I'll be just as sexy to him as you were"

Mirage Shoves her hand inside the oversized glove and with her other hand presses a button on the back of the glove. Helen watches in rapture as the glove becomes less bulky and shrinks to fit Mirages hand, well, like a glove. Sensually, slowly, Mirage strips in front of Helen, Kicking her heels of the the sides of the room she unbuttons her shirt, turning around she bends over and slides the skirt down to her feet, unsuprisingly she is wearing no underwear and her moist crotch winks at helen as Mirage bends over. Turning around now fully naked, Mirage points at the cuffs trapping Helen and they unclick.
"big mistake bitch" Helen yells as she throws a punch - literally- across the room at mirage. Yawning Mirage holds up the gloved hand and Helens fist bounces back off thin air
"you just don't give up do you? Elastigirl" Mirage sneers at Helen's 'secret identity' then her face disolves into one of impish pleasure, "actually, Elastigirl is a bit of a misnomer isn't it honey? you stretch like elastic yeah, but you also squish like putty" to demonstrate Mirage clenches her fist and Helen watches as an invisible force squashes her hand.
"so, Puttygirl, let's see what we can make out of you" Mirage begins to manipulate Helens body with the glove, "ooh, yes I like this shape VERY much" Helen has been molded into an Elastigirl shaped figure doing a handstand, now only 4 feet tall with exagerated thighs, hips and chest, Helen is unable to move and very much aware of how much like a dildo she looks.

"mmm maybe I should call you Dildogirl, or the Buttplug of Justice?" Mirage laughs as she saunter's over to Helen, her lust easily viewable from the copious amounts of fluids dribbling from her lewd hole. As Mirage begins to rub her crotch over Helen's feet she taunt's her. "no one's coming to save you baby, they all think your dead... your all mine" the ominous tone the last words were said in sends a chill running down Helen's back
"you know, Syndrome was pretty messed up, he had some real strange fetishes, that's why he made this glove here" Mirage crouches a little further down and Helen gasps as her feet slip inside the warm confines of her captors cooch
"aaahh, it lets me stretch ooohh" Mirage gyrates slowly, her hips sinking down taking Helen in up to her knees "mmmmnn muuch further than normal". Standing up again Mirage slides off Helens now slimey legs. This time Mirage steps forward and sit's back, plopping her rear on Helen's toes, relaxing, Mirages sphincter sinks slowly down around it's meal, settling her effortlessly on Helen's much larger hips.Glancing down into Helen's agape face she rammed her ungloved hand into her captor's vagina, it plunges effortlessly elbow deep, pumping her arm for a minute Mirage glowers at Helens undaunted face, "but of course that's nothing to you is it?, girl made of rubber, I can only imagine the things you've done with 'Mister Incredible" she smirks evilly, "oh and I can't wait to give your children 'time out'" with those words Helen begins to struggle furiously, her efforts ammounting to shaking herself deeper into Mirage, with a gasp and a sickening squelch Helen's hips are sucked up Mirage's pert ass,
"mmm wanna see my party trick honey?" Mirage slowly pulls up from around Helen's body, her rectum sucking as it's prize is denied, leaving a thick coating of slime mixed with pussy juice, Mirage stops at Helen's feet, her toes just past the rubbery sphincter of Mirage's asshole, then, without warming, Mirage lifts both her feet off the ground, plumeting down. Legs, hips breasts, even Helens head quickly vanish into the evil womans posterior, her rubbery body easily bending and squidging through Mirage's intestinal track. with a soft plop Mirage's bottom slaps onto the ground, her legs splayed in a split's position, Helen's hands are just visible, flat against the floor where Mirage's ass has settled around her wrists.

"cool party trick don't you think Buttplug Girl?" Mirage taunted as she began rocking back and forth, Helen's body filling her out in a way no dildo ever could Mirage orgasms in meer minutes, her juices spraying everywhere, leaving Helen's hands covered in a sticky slimey goop, Mirage's anus clenching tightly aound Helen's wrists
Mirage tighten's her whole body, clamping down on the prisoner within. Helen's tries to gasp - her mouth filled with tangy slime - as she feels the fleshy slick walls clamp tightly around her and suddenly she is very glad her hand's are splayed out on the floor, she can feel her captors insides sucking powerfully, trying to drag her deeper as Mirage clenches, then heaves herself up to her feet, Mirage groans as she leans back slightly, parts of Helen pressing against her skin as she does.
Mirage builds up some momentum rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet, imiating a heavily pregnant womans waddle, then in one fluid movement she's tumbling forwards, and then she's standing on her hands as Helen was, her fluids dripping up her body, between her breasts and onto her chin, groaning, Mirage relaxes her legs, allowing them to flop wide open exposing her living toy's hands, the only thing preventing Helen from slipping completely within Mirages sweltering petite body, with a deep sigh, Mirage gives one last powerful clench, feeling the bones creak of the woman who is now just a toy to her and watching the last of Helen Parr slip between her soft globes. As agile as a gymnast, Mirage uprights herself and sashays out the room,despite the very lumpy belly clearly showing a human bent and twisted through her lower intestines she walks as though she has just woken from a relaxing sleep.
Mirage removes the glove and watches the trapped form within her become softer, as the gloves power wears of and Elastigirl's body returns to it's natural rubbery state Helen begins to struggle furiously desparately trying to escape the sweltering confines of her nemesis' bum, Mirages powerful innards began to shrink back to their original size and shape, squashing Helens body thinner and longer, all the way through her captors gut.

Mirage reaches her destination, an extravagant bedroom, fitted for a queen, at second glance though it is perhaps better suited for a pornstar, dildos, bondage gear and variour other erotic's litter the floor, hang out of drawers and stand on dressers. Mirage climbs onto the bed, her belly now perfects spherical and the size of a 5 moth pregnancy, and flops down onto her belly, groaning as it flattens and becomes rounder, it's occupant squishing wetly as Mirage shuffles, and falls asleep, In her rectum Helen feels herself nearing her elastic limits and frantically scrabbles and struggles, outside, Mirages belly shakes and jiggles, knees fists and a terrified face press out before sinking back into her slowly shrinking stomach, Mirage doesn't even notice, already lost in blissful dreams of what she will do to the rest of the Parr family her gut slowly dragging Helen deeper and deeper. Finally Helen forces a slimey, dripping fist out the tightly clenched anus and begins to stretch out looking for purchase, at the same time, Helen's body has reached it's limits and Mirages intestines finally begin to work the stretched out form of Elastigirl deeper inside, her fist flails helplessly as it slowly sinks back between Mirages soft glutes, as her fingers slip out of sight once again Mirage groans and orgasms in her sleep and Helen can only struggle frantically and whimper at her fate as she vanishes forever, never to be seen again, into Mirage's now nearly flat belly.