Incredible

Ethan woke with a jolt, half-hard and sticky in his boxers, his cheek glued to his pillow. For a second, he thought it had all been a weird wet dream, the emerald, the VHS tape, the insane idea of bringing an action figure to life, in the fleeting seconds before he was awake he couldn't remember where he had left the emerald.

Then the bed dipped.

His head snapped up, he pulled his glasses on, and his breath caught in his throat.

She was there.

Not rubber or fabric.

Not a cartoon.

A woman.

Thick thighs spread wide, perched on the edge of his mattress. A body poured into a crimson-and-black suit so tight it looked sprayed on, her tits and ass fighting against it like they might rip the seams any second The letter "i" embossed on her chest . Her auburn hair caught the dull lamplight, her eyes sharp and playful.

“Jesus Christ,” Ethan whispered, clutching the blanket to his chest.

She smirked. “Close. But you can call me Helen.” She shifted her hips, and the suit creaked like leather. “Or Elastigirl, if that’s what makes your little cock twitch harder.”

Ethan’s cock did twitch, betraying him instantly under the blanket. She noticed, of course. Her grin widened.

“Yeah. Thought so.”

She stood, towering over him, hands on those wide hips. She wasn’t cartoon proportions, not ridiculous, but fuck, she might as well have been. Broad shoulders, thick thighs that could snap him in half, an ass so round and full the suit looked painted onto her. Her tits were heavy, natural, the kind that would swing when she moved, nipples outlined through the spandex. She was easily twice his age, but hotter than any girl he’d ever dared jerk off to.

And she was smiling at him.

Ethan’s voice cracked. “You’re—you’re real—”

“Real enough to sit on your face and smother you, boy,” she cut in, stepping closer. She tugged at the blanket with one strong hand, yanking it off him like she owned the place. His boxers tented high and wet. She laughed, throaty and mean. “Oh, that’s adorable. You’ve never been this hard in your life, have you?”

He tried to cover himself, but her hand shot out and.... stretched.

Ethan froze. Her arm elongated, snaking across the space like rubber, wrapping around his wrist. The texture was warm, soft, but unyielding. There was something unsettling about seeing her arm move in un-natural ways as she pinned his hand above his head effortlessly.

His heart pounded. “Holy fuck—”

Her other arm stretched too, curling around his chest, tugging the blanket out of his grip completely. Now he was exposed, skinny, pale, trembling, his cock swollen and throbbing against the thin cotton of his boxers.

“Look at you,” she purred, her voice dropping lower. “All scrawny arms and chicken chest. And yet…” she leaned down, her ass thrusting up, making the suit strain, “…that cock’s begging for me.”

Her tongue licked across her lips and it appeared longer than it should, Ethan heart pounded in his chest, she was in control.

Her stretchy arm slid lower, coiling around his thighs, spreading his legs wide until he was splayed helplessly. She crawled onto the bed, her tits heavy and bouncing as she straddled his hips.

Ethan whimpered, hips jerking up.

She pressed her hand down flat on his bulge, grinding the heel of her palm into his cock. “Mmm. That’s better. You feel that? That’s a real woman, kid. Not pixels. Not a toy. Me.”

Her fingers tightened on his cock through the boxers, squeezing until he gasped. Then, with a wicked grin, she stretched her arm again — her hand sliding down, down, until it wrapped around his ankle, holding him pinned like a spider.

“Fuck—” Ethan groaned, helpless, cock leaking, hips straining.

Helen tilted her head, auburn hair falling over her face. “You want to cum already?”

She stretched one finger, long and dextrous, snaking it under his waistband. He gasped as it curled around his bare cock, stroking lazily. Hot precum smeared along her glove.

“God damn,” she whispered, eyes narrowing hungrily. “You’re leaking like a teenager. Oh wait—you are one.”

She squeezed hard, and his body arched off the bed, a moan ripped from his throat.

“Yeah,” she teased, jerking him with slow, merciless strokes. “That’s more like it. Look at you, skinny little nerd boy, glasses slipping off, cock twitching like it’s about to blow. You’ve never had a woman touch you, have you?”

Ethan’s face burned. He shook his head frantically, panting.

Her laugh was deep, satisfied, cruel. “Mmm. Your first. Lucky me.”

Her stretchy arms tightened their hold, pinning him even harder. She leaned down until her tits pressed against his chest, her lips brushing his ear.

“I’m going to ruin you, Ethan.” She bit his earlobe, making him yelp. “You’ll never look at me in the same way again.”

Her finger stroked faster, twisting, milking precum from him. His cock pulsed dangerously, balls tightening. “Fuck—I’m—”

At the last second, she stopped.

Ethan’s body convulsed, hips bucking, cock twitching painfully with denied release.

Helen laughed, pulling her hand out of his boxers, licking the wetness from her glove. “Mmm. Sweet. But not yet. You don’t cum until I say so.”

Ethan whimpered, cock throbbing against his stomach, **** and aching.

She stood, towering over him again, stretching her limbs with a flex that made the suit groan at the seams. Her thick thighs shifted, her ass round and obscene in the skin-tight fabric.

She looked back at him, eyes blazing with lust and control.

“This,” she said, pointing at his soaked boxers, “is mine now. Your cock. Your body. Your pleasure. Mine.”

Her grin widened. “And you’re going to love it.”

Ethan lay sprawled, cock aching, heart racing, brain fried, watching as this older, powerful woman, Elastigirl, Helen, whatever she was rolled her shoulders like she was warming up for battle.

And in that moment Ethan realised he’d bitten off more than he could chew.