El-ASS-stigirl vs Stereos

AN: Wasn't quite happy with the previous version of this, so redid it. Hope you like the new version! Also I have a follow-up planned. The old version's chapter will be deleted, but I'm including it as a sub-chapter here.

Wub-wub-wub.

Elastigirl was almost knocked off her feet by the sudden blaring of the stereos, but, as the practiced superheroine that she was, she managed to stay balanced through the sonic **** even when caught unawares.

She had received a tip from what was, keyword 'was', a trusted source that a villain was housed here. Clearly this was a setup, and concerning in more than one way considering that that her source was compromised.

As her thoughts raced as to how that could possibly be, the stereos continued blasting.

Wub-wub-wub.

Elastigirl shook her head. There would be time for figuring that out later. First she had to disable the damned things.

First she tried to stretch her arms towards the stereos, but they were too flimsy to make any headway. She then tried to step forward into the aural headwinds, which was slightly better, but Elastigirl wasn’t the strongest of heroines, favoring flexibility over brute ****. That usually served her well, but not here, not now. It was taking all she had to not fall over, let alone progress.

Wub-wub-wub.

It didn’t help that the damned things were so loud and so close to her. She could feel each beat in her bones, like they were chords being strummed by a particularly energetic bassist.

Wub.

Step.

Wub.

Half-a-step.

Wub.

**** back a step.

Wub.

Step. She couldn’t let it win.

But it was so strong, and she was really beginning to feel it now. Especially in her back. It felt as if she was trying to advance while carrying a barrel of water behind her.

Elastigirl spared a glance behind her, just for a moment, to see if there was anything off.

What the --

What the fuck.

Her ass, her best feature by far, plump and just the right size, was no longer just the right size. It was twice as big as it had been just a minute ago.

Wub-wub-wub.

The music. It was doing this to her. In a world of superpowers, Elastigirl was no stranger to the bizarre and unusual. She knew people that could create ice out of thin air, that could talk with animals, that could shoot lasers out of her eyes. Hell, she had first hand experience with the power to change the shape of her body. It wasn’t out of the question for there to be someone else with a similar power.

It was still shocking though to see that being done to her. Part of that was that it was someone else doing this to her, her body changing not of its own accord, but, really, it was more the vulgarity of it. Her ass of all things.

Wub-wub-wub.

Yes, she could see it growing with each bassy wub. In a way it was mesmerizing. To see the ripple of flesh as it expanded inch by inch. To see the way her specifically-designed-to-be-stretchable suit stretched to accommodate the new mass. To feel it too, the way the vibrations flowed through her now throughly-wobbly-and-wobbling behind.

It felt kind of good.

Wait. No. She couldn’t think that. She was being toyed with by a villain. Quite literally by standards of objectification. This was okay by any metric. She had to shut off this thing pronto.

It was just a bit hard to concentrate on that fact with the music beating against her cranium as well. Every thought had to contend with a wub, and then another, and then another.

And her ass was just so amazing now. So magnetic, drawing her gaze to it, sucking it in.

Wub-wub-wub.

Asses were kind of amazing, weren’t they? Elastigirl was as straight as they came. She certainly appreciated a good ass on a man. But on a woman? It wasn’t really desirable to her, more something that was notable for its quality in being desirable to have to be desirable.

But now when she looked at her ass…

It was just so big now.

So soft looking.

She wondered how it would feel now to sink her hands into it. To have her fingers splayed around its curves, pressing down into it and really feel it.

Wub-wub-wub.

Elastigirl stretched her hands and socked herself in the head. The stinging pain cleared her head, freeing her from the stereos’ spell.

She’d stay wondering, thank you very much.

Damn. This thing was really fiendish. Mental villains were the worst. The absolute worst. And combining the brainwashing power with physical stuff was plain unfair. Whichever villain was responsible for this was going to pay for this.

She surveyed her progress and found, to her dismay, that she had taken a few steps back during that lapse in focus.

No matter, she was steeled now. In a few moments she covered that distance.

And then the music grew louder, somehow.

Wub-wub-wub.

Elastigirl saw white.

She… stretched…

… her… arms…

and… raised them…

and… then…

*SMACK*

She brought her hands down and gave her ass the biggest thwack she could.

The sound bounced across the room. It joined the chorus of wubs, like it was just another note in the song.

Wub.

*SMACK*

Wub.

She did it again.

And why wouldn’t she? It felt so good. So fucking good in fact. Like all her nerve endings had bundled up in her rear and each spank set them all on fire at once. It felt like the best sex she had ever had, but better even if her squirting pussy soaking her spandex suit was any indication.

She needed a closer view, and her power was so useful for that. Elastigirl stretched her head so it looped around behind her. With this she could see the effects up close and personal rather than just feel it. She could see her hand crashing down on her ass, how it sent the ever increasing massive surface area bouncing from the point of impact. Like a raindrop falling into a lake, rings of water, but of ass, rippling outwards.

Wub-wub-wub.

Her ass. She had to explore it further. Her hands stretched below her cheeks, so small now in comparison to the now-four times size that her ass had become. Fuck. Fuck. Her ass was so big.

She lifted up her cheeks, one in each hand, though because of the size difference between her hands and her jiggle-globes, it was no easy task. Still, she managed, and oh my god, it looked even more perfect like that, framed in such a way that it only made her butt seem bigger.

For what seemed a little eternity, with her ass lifted and her head positioned behind it, she stayed in that position. Just soaking it in while the music pumped it up even bigger.

And then she withdrew her hands, letting her cheeks fall. In what seemed like slow motion, she watched as they drew down in an almost circular motion, down and towards each other. As she watched her globes move, she had the briefest image of a Newton’s Cradle, that toy where the metal balls clacked against each other back and forth. She remembered the little clacking sound they made.

Her ass was a lot louder.

*CLAP*

A lot lot louder. How could it not be, when it was so thick. So much flesh crashing against so much flesh, to produce such a wondrously meaty sound.

She had to hear that sound again.

So she lifted her ass cheeks and let them drop, again and again.

*CLAP* wub-wub-wub *CLAP*

It was like she was the Newton’s Cradle, with her arms being the string, and her asscheeks the balls. A perfect demonstration of the majesty of ass physics.

Oh, speaking of physics, she had to help Violet with her Physics 201 assignment later today.

Except… ahhh… Violet wouldn’t… her ass….

Something was… not… she had to… the stereos…

Elastigirl stretched her arms and wrapped them around her head, specifically her ears, shutting off all audio access.

Fuck.

This was bad. Incredibly bad.

She was losing herself. And she could still feel the bass even with her ears deafened. She could still feel it affecting her, her ass growing, now ten-times the size of her head.

It was… not looking good.

Elastigirl probably only had a few moments left before she was fully brainwashed. She had to make them count.

Step… step… lunge!

Her hand snaked forward, shaped into a fist, and with everything she had, she punched at the stack of stereos.

…

…

…

Wub-wub-wub.

Her fist hovered in the air right before the stereos.

And then it withdrew.

Because why would she want to punch the stereos when they were blasting such an amazing song? The kind of song that made her want to stick her hands on her massive thighs. The kind of song that made her want to bend at her knees and jut out her even more massive butt.

The kind of song that made her want to twerk.

She had to twerk. It was necessary to show off what was important about her.

Her ass was so important now. That was obvious a glance, to anyone that had eyes, considering she was now almost entirely ass in proportion. Her regular body, her head, her chest, it was so tiny compared to her ginormous ass. So big, so essential.

So she did.

She twerked. She twerked like it was the only thing that mattered to her. With each movement of her body, each shake and shimmy, each bounce, each clap of her cheeks against each other, she payed tribute to her dumptruck of an ass. She was its servant, its attendant whose only purpose was to extol its glory.

Wub-wub-wub.

The way her ass strained against her spandex suit which somehow still miraculously managed to contain it. The way it synced to the music, each beat and each clap thudding in her head, painful in a way, but the most pleasurable of pains, the kind of pain that wrote itself into one’s being, that sent her tongue lolling and drooling. The way it moved in a circular pattern, like the moon in orbit, or as blindingly brilliant as the sun.

Violet was studying astronomy too, wasn’t she?

Elastigirl drooled some more.

Violet’s ass was so small, so worthless. Her daughter was wasting her time at college. She should be worshiping her mother’s moons instead, doing something worthwhile with her life.

Elastigirl pictured her daughter licking her ass.

Her arms stretched and reached into her pocket. They picked out her phone and dialed her daughter’s number.

It rang a few times and then clicked.

“Vi-baby. Are you busy? No? Great. I’m in the middle of tracking down a… mmm villain. That loud music? Oh don’t worry about that, it’s nothing. Ohhhh. *SMACK*. What was that? Oh nothing. Just a… a box being knocked over. Oh yes, I could use your help. Can you cummmm… mmm as quick as you can? I’ll text you the address. Thank you. See you soon, Viiiiiii.”

*CLICK*