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Cameron sighed as he thought about his life and everything about it for what seemed to be the hundredth time in his apartment. He didn’t know how often he had done this, only that he had been doing it a lot more lately. Whenever those thoughts of failure and depression came, it would be as if he had fallen into a vat of tar that was pulling him down and there was nothing he could do to pull himself out.

When he was younger, Cameron felt like he could take on the world as if he was a divine being with untold potential. That so long as he put his mind to it he could make whatever he wanted happen. Now though…it felt like he was staring at another life, one with so much potential that he had wasted on frivolous efforts.

Now he couldn’t help but question all of his bonds and efforts with what his life was like. He was at a job that he hated and wanted out of, but unfortunately for him, he couldn't. He had lost count of the number of interviews that he had done only to receive letters of rejection or never hear back from them. The connections that he had made over the years had seemed promising at first and yet it only seemed to last a couple of months at most before they no longer talked to each other for one reason or another. It was daunting as all of those failed relationships rushed to the forefront of his mind.

Cameron’s phone buzzed as he held back a sigh, feeling as if he already knew who it was that was contacting him. He looked down and just as he expected it was from his friend Michael. He looked at the message curiously.

“Hey I’ll be over soon then we can play some games, watch a movie, or whatever you want,” Michael said.

A thin smile formed on Cameron's face despite it all. Michael was the best friend that he had in the world and was the only connection that he didn't question. Yet, despite how strong it was, just having one strong bond wasn't enough to overcome the disgusting pessimistic thoughts in his mind, especially when they told him he was holding his best friend back. Michael shouldn’t have been wasting his time focusing on himself when he could have been doing something more productive or spending his time with people that mattered more.

Perhaps it was selfish of him, but Cameron was happy that Michael was coming over and continuing their weekly tradition. It would help to liven up the night. They had always been best friends sharing interests and hobbies. He was always outgoing and confident while Michael was shyer and reserved. Now though, it was like their roles had reversed.

Cameron sighed as he lounged on the couch of his apartment, staring up at the roof, wondering how much longer it would be before Michael arrived. He didn’t even have the energy to turn on the tv with how he felt right now. The room was already nice enough since he had cleaned it yesterday when he had a bit more energy running through his body.

Cameron forced himself off the couch with a monstrous amount of will to get a drink. He stood up and stretched, his body letting out soft little pops as he moved and a small bit of energy came over him. Besides, now that he thought about it, he needed to make sure they had enough to drink, or even something for them to eat. At worst they could always order food from a nearby restaurant and save themselves the trouble of trying to cook something.

He entered the kitchen and then noticed something off on the counter. Laying on the counter was a black domino mask. He took a step closer and rubbed his eyes, making sure it wasn’t just some hallucination that his mind had conjured up from boredom and yet it remained.

Cameron picked it up and examined the mask intently, wondering where it had come from. He turned it around wondering if he would find a tag or something, but he couldn’t even find that. There was no way that it was his and he was almost certain it couldn’t be Michael’s.

“Did Michael seriously leave this here?” That was the only possibility that he could think of and It wasn’t like he had anyone else here and he definitely would remember buying this. Unlike the others that he had seen this one didn’t have a piece of string to keep it together.

As he twirled it around in his hands he noticed that there was a slight stickiness to it, as if it had been dipped in glue or something. He was able to pull his fingers off without any issue and saw that it didn’t even leave a slight mark.

“I always wondered how they kept these on,” Cameron muttered. It made sense why it would remain where it was in the middle of a superhero show but in real life there had to be more.

A small childish idea came to him that he couldn’t resist. He brought it up to his face and rested perfectly on it, almost as if it was made for him. Cameron snorted and couldn’t help but feel a little silly that he was wearing it, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel a little nostalgic. Fantasies of days long gone came to his mind, when he envisioned himself as a superhero ready to go out and save lives.

“Well if I ever need a costume then I could probably use this,” Cameron stated. He wasn’t sure if he would ever put one on again, but it was at least a few bucks that he could save if he did for whatever reason. Maybe if he and Michael decided to go out to a show or something then he would have one, but he didn’t see it happening.

Suddenly his attire flashed and the young man felt like he had slipped on clothes that he hadn’t put on since middle school with how tight they were. Gone was the soft cotton shit and jeans he wore, but now a tight full-body spandex bodysuit. He gawked when he saw that his clothes had been replaced. Instead of what he was wearing before he was now wearing a tight one-piece super suit. The suit was a primarily red unitard with a black bikini bottom, black gloves with matching thigh-high boots, and an orange, black, and yellow "I" symbol on the chest.

“What the hell!” Cameron screamed in embarrassment and terror. He pulled on the suit and tried to pry it off but winced slightly and flushed at the squeakiness of the material as it rode up his body. The fabric slipped from his fingers, allowing the tight spandex to slap his skin. Cameron winced as his face burned brighter and another sexual thrill went through his body. He had never considered wearing something like this and seeing himself in it now only served to fuel his embarrassment further. He could even see the outline of his masculinity! He wondered if he should get a pair of scissors or something that could cut him out of this.

Cameron's black hair brightened ever so slightly and he couldn't help but feel as if someone was running their hands through his hair. He turned half expecting to find someone already there but saw no one. He could feel his hair tickle the back of his neck and his ears as they moved past making him gulp. Cameron’s hair finished changing when it was a bright auburn mane of hair. It finished changing style when it became a medium-length side-bob cut that was shaped like a curved heart.

He ran his hands through his altered hair and shuddered at the softer locks of hair. Looking at his reflection in one of his glasses, Cameron gasped when he saw how much his hair had changed and shuddered. The new luster and sheen that it had only further unnerved him.

“What the fuck! How is this happening!” Cameron cried.

The young man winced in pain as his face gave in to the power that was coming over him and was unable to stop himself. He closed his eyes and shook his head as his eyes burned, his new longer mane of hair brushing against his body and making him tremble as it gently tickled his neck.

A sudden ache came over Cameron's head as his eyes burned, almost as if he had gotten soap in them. His jaw softened and his cheekbones rose, giving his face more of a heart-shaped appearance. His face matured and got older looking as years suddenly piled on his body. Slight Crow’s feet appeared on the corner of his eyes, though they were hidden by the mask, his face still maintained the same feminine beauty. Yet, just as quickly as the aching pain and burning appeared it ended.

Cameron slowly opened his eyes and looked back at his reflection, wondering what he looked like now. Staring back at him was no longer the face of a young man, but that of a beautiful mature woman, even if her face was somewhat veiled by the black mask she wore. The mask did nothing to hide the bright warm chocolate-brown eyes that she had.

“This…can’t be me,” Cameron let out breathlessly. Looking down, he pinched another part of the suit before letting it snap back into place. A shudder ran through him. “This suit feels so stretchy.”

“I need to stay calm. First things first my suit doesn’t feel right,” a soft womanly voice confidently spoke making him blink in shock.

“Who…Ahh!” Cameron gasped as the suit suddenly tightened around his body as if all of the extra air was being sucked out of the suit all at once. He desperately pulled at the front of it and the part around his butt, but it immediately went back to its original place. It crawled even further up his hindquarters rubbing his nether regions, the suit squeaking as it did the whole time.

“Uhh too tight, too tight!” He had never felt something so rubbery so “Elastic,” he and the voice said at once. The word rang through his head as a low moan came out of his mouth.

“Oh wow never thought that word would make me feel like this,” the voice was clearer now. He could tell it was the voice of a mature woman and it had a slight southern twang to it. "My arms feel so solid and wrong! Did a frost villain freeze them? I have to focus so I can fix this.”

An electric tingle suddenly shot through Cameron's arms as they strangely relaxed. His arms had diminished from the tightness of the suit, and yet the flab and muscle felt like it was refining. He squeezed his arms and they felt like they were little more than jello at how easily they gave in. Even his bones gave in as if they were little more than a squeeze ball. They instantly reverted to a normal size, though he could tell that they were somewhat more athletic than they had been previously and yet they still gave into his hands as if they were little more than mush.

“This is…,” Cameron shuddered as he took his hands off his arms. His mind dulled at what happened, unable to fully process what was happening.

When his arms no longer tingled, Cameron noticed how much smaller they looked despite the tone they had gained. Womanly was the first word that came to his mind when he noticed how small they were. He prodded his biceps and could feel a defined womanly fit tone was there now. “God I love my powers. I can punch bad guys and still have a smooth, slim body.”

The same tightness that was assaulting Cameron's body suddenly increased dramatically on his legs. The boots that he wore felt like they were cutting off the circulation to his legs. He stumbled, feeling as if he was standing on pins and ice cubes. They shrunk down becoming almost doll-sized feet and then suddenly grew again to a normal-ish size but they were now dainty womanly feet. The rest of his legs morphed and gave into the changes as they happened, his calves gaining the same slenderness.

All of the pressure seemed to bring out the best possible results in his thighs as they ballooned as if they were fighting back against the pressure that the suit created. It only made the tightness of the suit more pronounced and rub his anatomy as if someone was giving him a handjob. Cameron's thighs finished growing when they looked like they belonged to a giant blow-up doll with how big they had become. Every little movement made them rub against each other, despite his efforts to avoid that. He squirmed and instantly made his privates harder than rocks as he admired them.

“Ohhhh, I haven’t made them this big in a while,” the female voice groaned in pleasure and frustration. “It’s been way too long. I really need to get out there again.”

Cameron closed his eyes, praying that the expansion of his lower legs would end soon, or that they would revert back to their normal appearance. His legs quickly shrunk, losing the cartoonishly large appearance that they had. It was almost as if they were a pair of balloons losing the air inside of them.

“Oh thank god,” Cameron groaned. He prodded his altered legs and flushed as a wave of heat and arousal coursed through his body, making him gulp again. He squeezed and his body shivered as a spike went through him making his dick harden again, much to his dismay.

“Alright my arms and legs feel right,” the same feminine voice that he heard earlier when the process first started returned. “I don’t recognize where I am. Maybe I was kidnapped?”

“No this isn’t…I know this place,” Cameron started, and yet there was something comforting and soothing about the voice. The moment it spoke, he felt lighter, freer, as if it belonged to an old friend. Yet that only served to scare him more, since there was no way that those thoughts could be natural, at least in this situation that he was in.

Cameron opened his mouth to rebuff it some more as if it was a person in front of him but then his throat suddenly tightened and he couldn’t breathe properly. It was as if something had been shoved down his throat. He couldn’t breathe and clawed at his throat. He could feel his Adam's apple diminish as he struggled to fill his lungs with precious air. He stumbled to his fridge and grabbed a bottle of soda, hoping that would help.

Suddenly it was as if whatever had been shoved down his throat had passed, earning a loud desperate gasp from Cameron. He greedily took deep heavy breaths of air, desperate to fill his empty lungs. The effeminate young man noticed as he filled his lungs that the panting tired groans that came from his mouth were a lighter pitch, not at all like the rougher voice that he had not too long ago.

He brought his hands up to his throat and noticed that his adam’s apple was gone as if it wasn’t there. The effeminate boy trembled and knew that the next time he opened his mouth the voice that came from it would be completely different from how everything else had changed.

“What was that?” Cameron questioned and just as he feared the voice that came out was remarkably different from what he was used to. It wasn’t the voice of a gruffer man, but rather of an older mature woman with a naturally calm and softer voice that would have put people at ease. “I…I know this voice. Where did I hear it before?”

“Why would I not recognize it? It’s my voice. Ugh why is it so hard to think straight!””

“No, you're wrong my voice doesn’t… sound like that?” Cameron trailed off slightly questioning why that didn’t feel true. “It’s so mature and confident,” he said, emphasizing the words feeling a shudder go through him at its’ sound. “And my thighs,” he squeezed them, moaning softly as they pushed back in size like a squeeze ball. “They're so big and powerful, perfect for patrol, plus,” he felt his thighs inflate slightly, squishing his dick between them. “Having elastic powers has some,'' his thighs deinflated to their normal (but large) size. “Benefits'' the last word leaving his lips unconsciously. “No this… Isn’t normal. I shouldn’t be happy about this. I can’t do anything I don’t deserve it,” the negative thoughts once again clouded his mind.

“But,” the voice began. “We’ve done so much, how could I think that?” The voice seemed unaware of the plural word; it just used a tingling warm sensation encompassing Cameron's thoughts. “We’ve saved so many,” it said as images of high speed chases and smiling people filled his mind. “We’ve stopped more criminals than any other supe.” He remembered so many fights. The banter he’d use to mock them and the satisfying feeling of his limbs stretching as he fought. “After all that,” the voice said sarcastically “How could we possibly be useless?” The voice said confidently his head rising with the words. ”

“I’m not useless?” He said once aloud a strange feeling coming over him. “I’m not useless.” He said again, more sure of himself.

“We're not useless!” He and the voice yelled at the same time. He smiled at the feeling of purpose and confidence. He hadn’t felt this confident and sure in so long. “But” his voice turned uncertain “Is this really what I want?”

A sudden pull between Camen's legs made him quiver and gasp. He reached down between his legs and his hands brushed against his hardening member. The shocking erotic pleasure in his body spiked, making him roll his shoulders and breath erratically. Cameron looked down and noticed the outline of his privates reduced. He rubbed his privates, knowing that soon they would be gone forever.

“God, what the hell is shoved down my suit? At least it's getting ugh smaller,” They said in pleasure hands moving towards their member.

Camen rubbed his rod faster, the pleasing heat down there, egging him on, and rewarding him for his efforts. The tip of his penis was all that was left but it wouldn’t remain that way for long. With one quick shove, he forced it into his body and gasped a small thin trail of juices from down there.

“Fuuuck!” They gasped in unison.

Caon grabbed their balls and with one quick shove, they forced them inside his body, earning another pleased curse. They could feel the folds between their legs forming, a new entrance, as a low moan left their mouth as they shook their hips from side to side.

“What was that? I mean I'm not complaining but I never expected such pleasure. What kind of drugs did they put in me?” They were clearly embarrassed though it was hard to tell which one was speaking..

Calen paid the voice little thought as their body continued to heat up. They brushed their fingers against the entrance that they had down below and shuddered gleefully at what had happened. Every bit of the transformation filled the new young woman with a new vigor, with a new drive that would make her able to do anything. This part… losing her manhood. It was the best that she had ever felt in her life. Whatever she felt in her old life was nothing compared to this.

“Let’s go,” halen said, deciding that she would let the transformation happen and see where it goes from there. She wanted it. She needed it. She had to know how much better, how much more complete she would be as the process continued, consequences be damned. She looked down at her waist frowning at how thick it was.

“Come on then,” she smirked. Halen placed her hands on her waist and with a heavy breath, she squeezed her core as hard as she could. After a second her midsection crushed in on itself from the power that she was exerting. “I have a city to protect.”

She grinned and pressed harder.

“There we go!”

Part of Elen’s waist escaped between her fingers, and she forced those escaping parts back under her palm. She struggled to suppress them, knowing that if they did then she would have to start over. She wished that her hands were larger so that this would be easier to do and then to her shock her hands grew, quickly becoming thrice their original size and rivaling foam fingers.

“This will make it easier!”

With her new giant hands she would be able to suppress her stomach. These elastic powers would certainly make it easier for her to contain her midsection. She just had to keep the pressure on and eventually, she would see how much more  it could shrink. His waist quickly reached the point that it would have rivaled Jessica Rabbit’s waistline.

Despite that, Elan refused to stop and continued to try and make his core smaller. She wondered how much smaller it could become and refused to relent until she found its limit. Finally, it stopped getting smaller, when her waist felt like a small baseball in her giant hands. Elan knew the moment she let go, it would be like a coil going off.

“No, not yet, I have one more thing to do.”

Despite finally making her waist as small as she would have liked, she didn’t let go just yet. She rubbed her stomach and jumped slightly at the flab that was there moving around. The bouncing around of her gut became less noticeable the more she did and filled her with childish glee.

“How long has it been since my stomach felt like this?” elasen questioned as she tried to remember when her stomach had been this smooth and tight. She pressed her fingers inside and giggled in glee again. She rubbed her stomach and preened at the trim and refined  appearance it had now.

“There we go, got it looking like normal again,” She said admiring the flat yet strong core she now sported.

When it came to a stop, Elasen sighed and braced herself for the chaos of the next part and removed her hands. The moment she let go, her midsection burst out to a more reasonable, but feminine form, making her stumble and almost fall on her face were it not for her quick reflexes.

Calmen eagerly looked down and smiled in pride at what her core and waist had become. There was a noticeable curve from her upper body to her lower half. The hourglass figure she had was easy to see and filled her with pride, especially with the core she had now. A thrill went through her as she ran her hands down her stomach and was pleased by the tone it had now. Seeing it now and thinking of what it had been like before made what was left of her doubt begin to vanish.

“There’s not much left,” Elasten muttered happily. All that was left before the transformation was finished was for her breasts and butt to come in.

Elasten didn’t know which one she wanted to come in first. Both were so tempting that she wanted them both to happen right now. She hoped that they would just be as enticing and exciting as when her boys had wound up getting replaced.

She shuddered in aroused glee as her chest pushed out. Elasten swayed her hips from side to side as her breathing quickened. Her clothing squeaked as her bust grew, only fueling the fantasies that she had to new heights. She could feel her nipples poking through her top and breathed as she tried to keep her body’s excitement under control. It might just be her, but she still needed to maintain some semblance of control. If she didn’t then she was sure that things would go terribly for her.

Small little mounds became visible that filled her with glee and wonderment. She bounced around and shuddered at how the spandex continued to tighten around her breasts. The outline of her developing orbs became further, filling her with excitement and irritation. The process was agonizingly slow as they continued to grow, much to her dismay it was as if someone was slowly agonizingly teasing her nipples as they continued to be mushed by the stretching fabric.

“There’s no way that I’m going to put up with this,” Elasten muttered, the voices in her mind becoming harder to tell apart.

A perverse idea came to her, but she was sure that it would help in her growth. She looked around one more time, wondering if someone would reveal themselves from the shadows. With anxious excitement, she raised her hand to her developing bust and mashed them. She pulled them out and then mushed her chest again, blushing and immediately slamming her thighs together, making a loud whip-like crack resound through the room that made her bounce in glee.

Elasten moaned erotically and looked down at her bust.. The more she kneaded her growing bust the more her chest ballooned. She smiled gleefully as she was forced to adjust her hands.

“That won’t do,” Elasten giggled and used her powers to make her hands larger to compensate. She giggled naughtily as her hands grew into giant catcher mitts and continued to massage her bust with exuberant glee. Her bust continued to get bigger the more she massaged them, and refused to stop, no matter how heavy they got. Her back muscles strained a little more with every cup size they passed, yet she refused to relent. Even when her breasts rivaled volleyballs and her hands were still able to fully conceal them she continued to. After another enticing sexual burst that made her slam her thighs again, she sighed.

“Alright I think that’s enough of that,” Elasten muttered and despite the hunger inside of her she finally let go of her bust, allowing her hands to shrink to their normal size. They got smaller as if they were a pair of balloons letting out air, the squeaking of the spandex fueling the image. The young woman rolled her shoulders as her tits got smaller, finding it easier to stand up straight as they did. Her breasts finished shrinking back to a normal, but relatively large for the average woman, ending up as a large C-cup that was as big as oranges.

“Much better,” Cameron commented.

Elastien stared at the well-developed mounds on her chest and couldn’t help but feel proud of them. Her new normal bust was not the biggest that she had seen, but she was certain that they would be able to get people’s attention with ease, especially if she decided to add a little bounce to her bust. All that was left now was her lower cheeks and she’d be complete.

She stared at her arse with eager anticipation as it swelled, pushing against the confines of the suit much to her glee. She couldn’t help herself and rolled her hips around as if she was performing a show for someone. The spandex loudly squeaked as it stretched and tightened around her ass as her bottom continued to balloon.

Elatigen could tell from her thighs that she had quite the pear-shaped figure and knew that she would be quite the big-bottomed girl. She spanked herself and smiled at the bolt of pleasure that went through her body. It was only reinforced by how the wonderfully tight spandex attire that she wore hugged her booty tighter.

"C'mon," Elastgen muttered as she pinched and squeezed her butt, licking her lips in eager anticipation.

Just like with her breasts, Elastgen massaged her ass savoring every little bolt of pleasure that came from it as if it was a gift from the heavens. She used her powers to ensure that she would be able to fully hold her bottom cheeks as they continued to grow, suppressing every inch of her expanding posterior and getting every bolt of pleasure that she could. Her hands were forced further out by her buttocks, which enticed her to squeeze with more hungry vigor.

It was almost done, and the two voices were almost completely harmonized. However, one last remnant of her former self remained holding on as it debated whether to fight the process. He could tell that if he wanted to he could keep his old self. As soon as the thought came it disappeared Cameron knew who he was, who She was and it was time to be complete. She could feel the voices mashing together and harmonizing. One last nudge all that was needed to make her complete.  Her powers wouldn’t make it grow any larger, the mental block holding her back. Suddenly she knew what she had to do screaming her true name to the skies

“I’m ELASTIGIRL!”

Elastigirl screamed as her ass grew to its final massive size, the pleasure causing her powers to malfunction, the hands holding the counter growing and shrinking rapidly along with her thighs. Turning around she was able to see her butts reflection in the refrigerator moving her hand up it before smacking it, sending ripples across the surface. The moment she came down from her self-induced high, she shook her head and got her thoughts and memories in order.

“...Alright Helen now that you’re free from whatever that was, it's time to figure out where you are?” Helen looked around the room. She saw a wallet and picked it up, wondering if it would have any information in it. “Cameron? Is that the owner of this place? Why am I in some random apartment?”

Helen tried to think of how she got into some stranger’s apartment but couldn’t remember how. The last thing she remembered was going out on patrol and trying to stop some crooks from robbing a bank. The next thing she knew was that she found herself here in this weird place.

“Whatever, I can just get out of here and go back on patrol,” Helen muttered.

A knock at the door caught her attention, making Helen blink in shock. She turned, half ready for a fight or anything that might happen. The door opened and she moved to the side ready to ambush whoever it was. She went as thin as she could by the wall, hoping that he wouldn’t notice her and that she could get the jump on him if he was somehow connected to her sudden appearance here.

A young man stepped into the room, dressed casually in a simple shirt and blue jeans. He had short blonde hair that was brushed to the side and was wearing a jacket. He had a bag filled with Chinese food in his hands and was putting away a key.

“Hey man, it's me Michael! I got Chinese! Got your regular and I brought that new comic book mov…," Michael stopped, staring at the couch with an expression of worry. He then slightly turned towards her and leaned closer. “What is..?”

Before Michael had a chance to react Elastigirl's instincts took over and she threw one hand forward, enlarging it and pinning the man against the wall.

“Who are you?” Elastigirl said dangerously. The man opened mouth as his went up and down her figure as much as they could, landing on her breasts. She placed one hand on her hip as she rolled her eyes. ”My eyes are up here buddy. Though I guess I can’t blame you,” she said, sauntering towards him, her hand remaining the same size despite her approach.

The young man blinked, and she couldn’t help but relax a little. The confused look he had was simply too cute.

'Wait, what am I doing?’ Elastigirl thought, resuming her dangerous stare. A light blush covered her cheeks. “I woke up and experienced...some interesting feelings and you just happened to walk in?”

Michael got his thoughts together and then opened and closed his mouth several times as he stared at her hand in clear confusion. His eyes went to the wallet at her side and he froze.

“That's Camerons wallet, what did you do to him?!” Michael snarled, struggling against her giant hand. For some reason, the concern in his voice made Elastigirl feel a strange sense of warmth she couldn’t explain. The man stopped struggling when he realized he wasn’t making any progress in breaking her grip.

“Look,” Michael began “I don’t know how you got here or how you're doing this” using his head to gesture to her hand. “But this is my friend's apartment and you better tell me where he is right now,” he spoke dangerously, never breaking eye contact with her. Elastigirl felt her cheeks redden before shaking her head.

“I don’t know but you better start talking before those pizza gyoza grow cold,” Elastigirl said, gesturing towards the bags of chinese food on the floor.

Michael's stare was replaced with a confused look glancing between her and the bag of food on the ground.

“How?” Michael said under his breath so quietly that Elastigirl barely heard him.The mans eyes suddenly went wide looking at her in shock.

“Holy crap,” Michael muttered “Cameron!?”

Elastigirl wasn’t quite sure why he had yelled his friend's name at her but it had become clear he wasn’t a threat. She shrunk her arm back down to its normal size letting the man fall to the ground.

“I don’t know who Cameron is,” Elastigirl said as she crossed her arms. “Like I said I just woke up here.”

“I don’t really know what’s going on,” Michael said, running his hands through his hair in a clear sign of frustration. “But, you shouldn’t have been able to know Cameron's favorite chinese food Pizza Gyoza isn’t even a chinese food the owner made them once as a tie in to a kids show and Cameron got addicted to them. I’m the only one who knows that and that means,”

Elastigirl raised a brow. “Means what?”

Michael stopped running his hands through his hair. He sighed tiredly, looking as if he had aged 20 years in seconds. “It means we need to have a long conversation about what happened when you woke up.”

Elastigirl considered just leaving the apartment and getting back on patrol but something stopped her. The way he acted and the strange instincts she felt couldn’t be disregarded and she could tell just by looking at him that he was a good person. It also helps that he was pretty handsome.

“Alright let’s talk,” Elastigirl said.

Epilogue

Elastigirl leaped through the city, her powers giving her an edge that made it easy for her to leap from the building. She paid rapt attention to the city around her, looking out for trouble as she thought about her life. Michael had made sure to help her adapt to the world as best he could, even offering her to live at his place for a time. The kindness he showed helped her fall for him and remind her of their date tonight.

It was strange to be going on a date again with how hard she had committed herself to her superheoring career. Still, she would be lying if she said that she wasn’t looking forward to it. She couldn’t remember the last time that she had been on a date and hoped that it went well, even if she had quite a few years on him.

The sound of an alarm caught Helen’s attention and she leaped into action. She moved as fast as she could across the city, using her elastic powers to make her float in the air and swing from building to building with the expertise that she had honed over the years. When she reached the alarm, she immediately took note of the group with the robbers and the weapons that they had.

Now that Elastigirl knew what she was dealing with, she quickly lept into action. With one quick expert move she was able to get close to them. Before they had even a second to react she had enlarged her fists and knocked out two of them. She stole the weapons of the other two, tossing them to the side and then sending out one long kick at one of the crooks that nailed them in the head.

The other thug rushed her, and she smiled at the clear panic that he had. With one quick and simple punch, she knocked the panicking crook out cold.

Elastigirl grinned. Happy that she was able to get another good night’s work in. She restrained the crooks making sure that they wouldn’t be able to get away if they woke up a little earlier than they should have.

The superheroine reached out to the nearest street light, her arm stretching so she can grab the street light. She slingshotted through the sky, and then reached out to a nearby building. She pulled herself to it, using her elastic body to slow herself down.

So far things had been pretty slow for the night, but crime never sleeps. Helen hoped that their wouldn't be any chaos later, because she was going to make sure that it was a special night for her and Michael.