This choice: Stay with Elastigirl | Go Back Chapter 17: Bad Elastigirl, bad (ID #496702) an addition by: chaos ![View fearboy's Portfolio. [Offline / Private]](http://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/costumicons/ps-icon-regular-10.gif) More by this author “God! I love taking it up the ass!” Helen laughed as her body still throbbed with arousal from the massive stretching her bowels were taking. She looked down her chest at the huge bobbing mass in her lower body. Knowing that it was her bulky husband making her elastic skin stretch out so far turned the female super hero on in so much. The man she loved, the father of her children was in her rectum, somewhere near her colon and just behind her anus. Thinking about Bob inside her ass was enough to make the hot-blooded homemaker’s toes curl.
From inside Helen’s body, Bob’s voice made it’s way through the expandable skin to her ears. “Glad I’m not the only one that enjoyed the trip. For a second there, I was kind of worried I wasn’t going to fit up here. Your rectum was so much tighter then I remember.”
“It was a lot harder to get you in then I remember,” Helen sighed and rubbed her husband shaped bulge. It had nearly hurt her to stretch her anus over Bob’s broad shoulders. She never had trouble getting her husband inside her before when they had been newlyweds. Something was different then in those days, and Helen knew what it was.
“I think because I haven’t been stretching my insides lately they’ve become stiffer.” Helen lowered her head and silently sulked. It was kind of disheartening to learn her body was losing it’s elasticity. Fifteen years ago, she could have fit a car up her bubble butt and hidden it perfectly. Losing her spring seemed to be just another effect of old age. It made Helen feel very self-conscious, a feeling she had been dealing with a lot lately. She was beginning to get into a funk, when her husband butts in.
“I think you’re right,” Bob thoughtfully muttered. “It’s been years since I last went up that fine ass of yours. All that inactivity must of made your insides tighter. You know what that means don’t you?”
“No,” Helen shrugged, not understanding the significance of losing her stretchiness inside.
“It means that we got to get those insides of yours stretching as often as possible. It’s a huge sacrifice, but I willingly offer to be your butt plug as long as it takes for your hindquarters to reach ultimate stretchiness.” Bob made it sound like he was doing something incredibly heroic, but Helen knew that he was only doing it to get inside her caboose as much as he could. She could almost picture his perverted smile and the big erection he had at the thought of being inside her ass on a regular basis. It didn’t offend Helen, in fact, it gave her a perverted smile as well.
“So, you don’t mind spending more time inside my ass do you. How noble and courageous,” Helen sarcastically told her entombed husband inside her intestines. “Especially since of I keep you in there for too long, you’re bound to have some brown guests to keep you company.”
“What!” Bob yelped. He liked his wives ass, he liked his wives bowels, but he didn’t like the things that passed through both.
“Your scarify will not be in vain.” Helen chuckled and started squeezing her insides together. By compressing air and twisting her insides around, Helen could hide practically anything in her body, including a perverse husband. She gasped as she felt her intestines wrap around Bob, covering his like a second skin for a few seconds. Helen could see his face on her stomach, twisted into a look of pure horror at the thought of being surrounded by feces. Her body started to return to normal and it looked like her husband was being digested, while he was only being hidden under layers of stretchy flesh. Helen got off her bed, hourglass figure returned and no sign of Bob. She got on her robe and went to the kitchen to make some coffee.
“I’m bad,” she giggled. Bob wouldn’t be having any guests, her stomach digested everything and turned it into urine. Nothing ever came out of her ass except a very perverted husband. Of coarse, Bob didn’t know that tiny detail. They had never talked about her bowel movements before. Maybe she’d tell him after she let him out or maybe she’d hang that threat over his head a little longer. It all depended on how naughty the incredible Elastigirl felt when she next saw her beloved Mr. Incredible.
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