Super Agent

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Bob was once the world's greatest superhero agent; everyone knew his nickname, "Mr. Incredible

." Five years after leaving his life of fighting crime, middle-aged Bob and his family had settled into

civilian life in the suburbs. Bob worked as an insurance claims adjuster, his

nine-to-five job leaving him bored and his comfortable life making him quite overweight. How Bob longed to relive his former life

of risking his life as a superhero! One day, Bob received a secret mission, believing his

time to return to action had come, his superhuman abilities finally coming in handy. But the former hero had become

a "bear": balding, overweight, his pants too tight, and he couldn't even fasten his belt. In the movies,

Mr. Incredible's most prominent superpower was his immense strength; not only could he easily lift

a car , but he even used two train carriages to train his arm strength!

2. Elastigirl (Helen Parr):

Elastigirl in the film is the embodiment of the ideal woman in people's minds: she is both intelligent and

capable, both domestically and internationally. As a full-time housewife, Elastigirl is virtuous and kind. From disciplining her two eldest children

to feeding her youngest son, she completely sheds her superhero role and transforms into the most responsible mother. What's even more commendable

is that Elastigirl also shoulders the responsibility of saving the world while taking care of her happy and fulfilling family life. In

the film, Elastigirl's superpowers manifest in her incredibly elastic body, with limbs that can extend infinitely,

almost comparable to "rubber man." Her omnipotent body brings many surprises to the audience, making one

admire Pixar's imagination.

3. "The Invisible Man" (Violet Parr):

Violet is Mr. Incredible and Mrs. Incredible's eldest daughter. She is a middle school student at the age of budding romance and has a crush on

a handsome boy. As the whole family joins forces to save the world, Violet also matures, fulfilling her role as

the eldest child in the family. At the beginning, Violet only

vaguely understood her superpowers. Her mother wanted her to create a force field to protect the plane, but she couldn't even create a small bubble.

She used her invisibility to spy on handsome men, but in dangerous situations, she couldn't control it. What will become of her

? Violet's superpower is the ability to create force fields, making her invulnerable to weapons, much like the "

Golden Bell Cover . Her invisibility is a secondary function, often

ineffective in combat, but when she is invisible, her body is impervious to weapons, so in times of crisis, she can only rely on the force

field to protect herself and her family.

4. "Waterplane," "Speedy" Dashiel Robert "Dash Parr"

Dashiel is the second son of Mr. and Mrs. Incredible, a clever and mischievous child. He possesses superpowers

just like his nickname suggests; he runs as fast as the wind and can even walk on water with incredible speed.

One of the most memorable scenes in the film is the one where the villain's henchmen chase Dashiel in their spaceship—a truly classic moment.

5. "Fire Doll" "Little Monster" Jack

Jack is Mr. Incredible's youngest son, born not long ago. Everyone initially thought he didn't have superpowers, but what's

the truth ? The film gives us a very interesting and surprising answer at the end. The ending hints that Jack Jack might be

the strongest superhero in the entire movie; he can transform into a fire-man and an invulnerable metal man, as well as a terrifying

and extremely powerful monster, and can even unleash laser beams.

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Chapter 1

"Hi, Mom."

"Mrs. Bartholomew, hello."

"Hi, Dashiel. Hello, Andy. Boys, get in the car." The woman behind the steering wheel

spoke . She had short, neatly styled chestnut hair and a slender figure. Although over thirty, her skin

was smooth and firm, better than a young girl's, without a single wrinkle. This, combined with the mature charm of motherhood, created a

unique allure.

"Gentlemen, are your seatbelts fastened?" the woman asked.

"Yes!" the two young men answered in unison.

"Alright, let's go then." The woman skillfully started the engine, shifted gears, and drove home.

Her name was Helen Bar, Bob Bar's wife, and the mother of three. She

meticulously managed the finances of her family of five—her duties as a wife. But in reality, she also had a hidden

identity: the superheroine "Super Bomb Girl," who had fought for justice over a decade ago before retiring, and also the recently

resurrected "Superwoman."

Now, this thrifty "Superwoman" was driving home. In the back seat sat

her school-aged son, Dashield, and their neighbor's child, Andy.

"How about it, pretty cool, right?" Dashiel, who had blond hair like his father, showed his phone

to his friend sitting in the back seat, seemingly showing off something.

"Wow, you're not kidding? You really—" Andy suddenly covered his mouth, "My god, you're so cool. I

bet even Butch isn't as good as you."

"So what? That day," Dashiel said with a smug look on his face, and then the two teenagers

started talking animatedly in hushed tones.

Helen drove, glancing at the two boys laughing and joking in the rearview mirror from time to time,

a smile creeping onto her lips.

The car soon arrived in front of Andy's house. Andy jumped out of the car, waved to Helen, and called out,

"Thank you, Mrs. Bar."

"You're welcome, Andy," Helen replied, rolling down the window. A

woman who looked about Helen's age opened the door and came out; it was Andy's mother, holding a baby in her arms.

"Hello, Mrs. Diesel."

"Hi, Dashield, Helen."

"Hi, Nancy." Helen opened the car door to greet them, took the

baby seat. She asked, "Did Jay cause you any trouble?"

"It's only been forty minutes, and Jay has been so well-behaved, full of energy. He'll definitely grow up to be a little

man ," Mrs. Diesel said.

"That's great. By the way, I'll leave Violet in your care later."

"No problem, Helen. See you later."

"Bye~" Helen rolled up the window and drove her two sons a short distance into her garage.

"Dashi, remember to do your homework. I need to change Jay's diaper," Helen told her son before carrying

Jay inside.

"Oh, Mom, I don't understand my science homework today. The teacher didn't explain it clearly at all, but we still have to

hand it in . Can you explain it to me?"

"No problem, but you'll have to wait until I bake the bread for dinner. Go wash your hands and change your clothes first."

"Okay!"

Dashiel put her schoolbag on the dining table and "whoosh" disappeared into the bathroom.

"Dashiel! Didn't I tell you not to use your superpowers normally?! What if someone

sees you ?"

"I know, Mom, I just need to pee~" Dashiel's reply carried from afar, interspersed with

the sound of "dripping" water.

Helen shook her head and then changed Jay's diaper. After changing the diaper and throwing it away, and washing it, Helen

put the baking tray she had prepared earlier into the oven. As soon as she closed the oven door and turned around, she found

Dashiel standing behind her with a lewd grin on her face, and her legs involuntarily went weak.

"Didn't you say you had homework you didn't understand? What is it?" Helen asked, trying to cover it up.

"It's 'female body,' Mom. Miss Sacori got all shy about that, telling us to study it

ourselves and hand in a short essay and illustrations tomorrow."

Upon hearing the words "female body," Helen immediately understood why her son had

that expression. She felt her cheeks instantly burn, and a dampness spread between her legs.

"Didn't you see Mom before?" With those words, Helen felt a

tingling sensation welling up in her lower abdomen.

"No, I can't remember," Dashiel replied without thinking.

"Didn't you take pictures?" Helen felt her breasts swell, her nipples uncontrollably erect

. Before picking up her child today, she had specifically entrusted Jay to Mrs. Diesel's care. She

hadn't , so her breasts were swollen, and due to excitement,

milk was even seeping from her nipples.

"Huh? Really? But I can't find it at all. Mom, please show me one more time, I have

homework ." Dashir simply adopted a denial stance, he didn't need to make any more excuses.

"Okay then, but you have to hurry, your dad and your sister will be here soon." Helen

blushed and wiped her hands, first closing the leaflets around the room to block any possible view from outside.

"Hurry up, Mom, come sit at the table!" Dashir sat at the table like a good child,

his pen and notebook already laid out.

Helen hesitated for a moment, then loosened her belt, only pulling down her pants to reveal simple cotton

underwear. Dashir was excited and reached out to grab the edge of the underwear, pulling it down.

Between Helen's vulva and the underwear, a silver thread stretched out, swaying but not breaking.

"Mom's juices are just like Mom, so bouncy!" Dashir said with a smile, reaching out to

touch Helen's vulva, but Helen pushed his hand away.

"Aren't you supposed to be doing your homework? Then hurry up." Helen said, sitting on the table and easily spreading her legs behind

her head.

"I can't see, Mom, you have too much pubic hair. Spread your vulva open." Dashiel laid out

her homework in front of her, holding a pencil, looking like a good child.

Helen secretly took a breath, reaching her hands from behind her buttocks to the sides of her vulva, first pressing the pubic hair to the sides,

then using her fingertips to pull the labia majora wide open, revealing the tender red flesh between them. For an ordinary

woman , after having three children, her vulva would more or less be affected by childbirth, and even with active recovery,

it wouldn't be like that of a young girl. However, Helen was a super-elastic woman; during childbirth, she used

her cheat-like superpower, not only avoiding the pain of pregnancy but also making it as easy as reading a book.

Dashiel wasn't unfamiliar with his mother's vulva; he had long since discovered

the secret implied by the engorged, bright red flesh. Dashiel's penis was already hard, but he wasn't in a hurry. Instead, he still

maintained a "study hard, want to have sex every day" attitude.

Dashiel's pen suddenly touched his mother's labia. The smooth pen pressed the tender flesh under his hand, causing it

to sink slightly. He slid the pen up and down along the labia, occasionally flicking it left and right.

"Mom, what's this called again?"

Helen saw her son's "curious" gaze and whispered shyly, "Labia."

"Oh!"

Dashiel lifted his mischievous pen and scribbled a couple of lines on the notebook. Suddenly, he landed

on the clitoris, first circling it, then flicking it occasionally.

"Don't touch it, that's the clitoris." Helen answered before her son could ask.

"I know it's the clitoris, but it's covered up, I can't draw it~"

Helen looked at her son's "innocent" eyes and had no choice but to press down the clitoral hood with her index finger to expose the clitoris.

The pink clitoris was actually almost fully erect. This small movement brought her a slight, tingling

pleasure, prompting Helen to secretly rub her index finger twice.

"Oh, I see. Mommy's clitoris is all erect, is she horny? A horny mommy who wants to be fucked,"

"How do you spell 'clitoris'?"

"C, L, I, T! Ahh!" Helen suddenly cried out.

Dashiel's pen was pointing directly at her exposed clitoris, and held by the "super-fast"

Dashiel, the pen vibrated up and down as if it were equipped with a vibrator.

"You're not finished yet, Mom. I can't just write half a word in my homework, can I?" Dashiel's

lips curled into an evil smile.

"Ahh, you bad boy, how could you bully Mom like this?

"

"But you're not finished yet. Maybe I should add another pen." Dashiel's other hand also

grabbed a pen, and the two pens, like chopsticks, clamped onto Helen's clitoris, except these

two chopsticks were equipped with tiny electric motors, tightening and loosening, rising and falling.

Helen felt waves of pleasure surge from her clitoris to her spine, and she couldn't help but loosen

her control , spreading her vulva wider and wider, like a blooming rose.

Dashir simply held both pens in her right hand, using them as chopsticks to pick up her mother's clitoris, and

easily stretched it out! Then, Dashir twisted her wrist, wrapping the stretched clitoris around the "chopsticks

," just like when eating spaghetti. The super-elastic girl's body was indeed incredibly elastic; the clitoris was stretched so

long that it was wrapped around the pen like a "dog"!

"Haha, Mom, your clitoris has become a corn dog!" Dashir laughed loudly.

"Ugh, it's so tight, but it feels so good!" Helen simply moaned.

Dashir's eyes darted around, and with her free hand, she grabbed Helen's clitoris wrapped around the pen and began

to stroke it back and forth like a

masturbator. Helen's moans immediately rose an octave, becoming a high-pitched aria. Because she was too excited to

control her body, Helen's limbs became a tangled mess, unable to move. In this situation, she was like a

fish on a chopping board, completely at the mercy of her precious son!

Dashir spat into her palm and, once again using her super-fast speed,

began to stroke her mother's clitoris with incredible speed, her hand movements so fast that afterimages could be seen!

"Ahhh!! Dashi, no, this is too stimulating! Ahhh, this is too stimulating! I'm going to break

! I can't do this! Ahhh, playing with the clitoris! I can't! I can't control myself! I'm

going to come! Ahhhh, I'm coming! Ahhh, I'm having an orgasm! Waaah!"

The nerve endings on a woman's clitoris are far more numerous than those on a man's glans.

Under Dashir's incredibly fast stimulation, even a well-developed mature woman like Helen couldn't bear it. Her whole body tensed, she bit her lip, and every

muscle trembled and twitched. At this moment, her crotch was already overflowing with vaginal fluid, her thick pubic hair was

disheveled and clumped together, and her muddy vaginal opening was contracting on its own, like a panting tentacle-like creature.

Worse still, Helen's orgasm was so intense that she lost control of her urethral sphincter, and jets of fluid

gushed out with her moans, flooding Dashiel's homework and splashing his face and

body .

"Oh dear, you naughty mom, look, my homework is all wet! How am I going to hand it in to Miss

Sakori ? Looks like I'll have to redo it. But to make sure it's not all for nothing, I have to

plug Mom's urethra."

"That's called the urethra," Helen said slowly, as if she were being held by Superman and

drifting off into a trance.

"I have to plug Mom's urethra." Dashiel poked his finger into Helen's tiny urethra, barely big

enough for a needle, and easily slipped into a warm, moist embrace.

Dashiel beckoned with his finger, and a trickle of urine seeped out from the crevice, pooling on the table.

"No, your fingers aren't thick enough, let's use this!" With that, Dashiel dipped

the "corn hot dog" made from his mother's clitoris into her vaginal fluids at the entrance of her vagina, then pressed it against her urethra, saying, "Mom, you've been

fucked by so many people, but you've never tried fucking your own urethra with your clitoris, have you?"

"Wait, I haven't...ahhh!" Helen had just looked up to tell her son to stop, but was interrupted by the pleasure

, throwing her head back and letting out a long moan. Between her wide-open legs, her son used his fingers to spread open

her urethra, which was unable to close properly, while pushing the "flesh stick" made from her clitoris into her wet

vaginal opening. In just a few strokes, he had the tip inside her urethra.

"Hiss!" Helen gasped, struggling to stay conscious, barely managing not to faint from the

unprecedented wave of pleasure! The tender inner wall of her urethra was penetrated by the penis, every nerve

ending scraped by the spiral ridges of flesh wrapped around it; at the same time, the most sensitive part of her body, the clitoris, was stripped of its foreskin and

ground against the warm, tight flesh. The pleasure from these two sensitive parts of her body accumulated and iterated, creating

an ecstasy that would drive any woman mad!

The penis, curled around the clitoris, went deeper and deeper, gradually disappearing completely into Helen's urethra. The mischievous Dashiel did

n't stop, but pushed the penis all the way into his mother's bladder.

"Oops, it seems like I've gone too deep, it's all the way in. The bladder is much more spacious than the urethra,

what do?" Dashiel deliberately asked Helen, but Helen's eyes had already rolled back, and she didn't hear his

mutterings at all.

"Oh, I've got it!"

Dashiel slapped his forehead, put his right hand into his mother's vagina, and felt around inside, quickly finding

a smooth, slightly raised area with a round hole in the middle. He put his middle and index fingers together, inserted them into

the round hole, twisted them a couple of times, and then simply shoved his whole hand in.

"Mommy's womb is so warm and cozy, it feels so good to soak my hand in there!" Dashiel said. Then, his hand

reached towards Helen's belly, as if searching for something.

"Ugh!" Helen arched her back in an exaggerated arc like a fish being pierced by a red-hot steel rod,

letting out a muffled whimper.

"Ah, found it!" Dashir's palm stretched her mother's uterus thin, and through the uterine wall, she grasped

her bladder and also squeezed Helen's clitoris, which was stuffed inside the bladder. "If the bladder isn't tight enough, let

me help you tighten it!"

Dashir held Helen's clitoris through her uterus and bladder, sliding

it .

"Ahhhhh!"

Helen could no longer control herself, her eyes rolled back, her tongue lolled out, and saliva flowed freely.

The pleasure from her clitoris, bladder, and uterus had completely shattered the dam that held her consciousness, allowing her soul to slide into

the abyss of pleasure.

Dashir simply pulled out the pen, inserted her left hand into Helen's urethra, and rolled her clitoris into

a ball inside the bladder. With both hands, through the bladder and uterine walls, she dipped in the newly secreted fluid from the bladder and began

to rub !

The true essence of Helen's being had utterly degenerated into a sadistic hell. In reality, only the creature

named a beast, a sex toy. Her muscles and tendons twitched and leaped with the electrical signals transmitted through her nerves,

unleashing all control over her. Tears, saliva, urine, and vaginal fluid flowed freely. Her two full breasts

contracted violently with her heartbeat, spraying sweet milk everywhere like a high-pressure water gun. If Helen hadn't long

been accustomed to using her superpowers to clean up her excrement at any time, these flying bodily fluids would likely have been mixed

with the "fragrance" of gold nuggets.

"Gah!" A flash of electricity suddenly appeared on the ceiling of the restaurant. Smelling the milk, Jay floated down,

uttering incoherent babbling. But it was clear that Jay was hungry and excited!

"Jay?" Dashiel paused, giving Helen, who had been lost in thought for a while, a rare

moment of respite.

"Jay!" Helen, driven by maternal instinct, snapped to attention, her tangled limbs

automatically to catch her son as he floated down from mid-air.

"Giggle!" Jay paid no attention to what his brother and mother were doing, only focusing on pulling at his mother's

bodice. After a few unsuccessful attempts, Jay's face immediately darkened.

"Baby, are you hungry? Mommy will feed you." Helen quickly unbuttoned her bodice and shoved her

milk nipple into Jay's mouth. This had happened several times before; if the wicked Jay couldn't

get his milk, he would do anything to remove anything between himself and his mother's breasts—sometimes fire,

sometimes lasers, and once he even transformed into a red monster, tearing Helen's favorite

bra in two! From then on, Helen simply stopped wearing a bra; thanks to her super-elasticity, her

breasts could grow as big as they wanted and would never sag.

As Jay happily nursed, Helen glanced at Dashiel, who was awkwardly smiling between her legs.

"Who said I had to do my homework? Who promised me I wouldn't play until I finished my homework?"

"Hehe, it's a misunderstanding," Dashiel chuckled, trying to pull his hand away, but his arm was tightly gripped by the contracting urethra and

vagina , rendering him immobile.

"A misunderstanding? Looks like some young man hasn't learned his lesson." Helen leisurely pulled out a tissue

to wipe the snot and tears from her face

. "Wait, Mom, this isn't fair, you clearly—" Before Dashiel could finish speaking, the vagina that had been gripping his

right arm suddenly loosened, and a red fleshy mass emerged from Helen's vagina

like a snake emerging from its hole. In an instant, it was like an open sack, crushing Dashiel from head to toe, before quickly retreating back into her vagina.

Helen's enormous belly protruded, like a pregnant sow, and on her smooth belly,

one could vaguely see a struggling human shape.

"Mr. Bar, is there any mistake you want to admit to me?" Helen patted her large belly and

asked .

Dashir's left arm, freed by his mother's loosened urethra, groped around, found its way, and

stretched out from under Helen's large belly into her line of sight, giving her the middle finger.

"Well, it seems a certain gentleman refuses to admit his mistake." The cervix re-emerged from the vagina, like a python devouring

its prey , slowly engulfing Dashir from shoulder to elbow. When only Dashir's wrist

remained outside, he raised his left fist with a thumb, but like a stone thrown into water, it

was instantly swallowed.

"Dashir Robert 'Dashi' Bar, you're grounded!" Helen shook her belly, put the

well-fed Jay in the crib, put an apron around herself, and turned to the kitchen to prepare

salad for the family's dinner.

Although his mother had extended the cervix out of the vagina and even opened the cervix to let him breathe,

Dashir was still very unhappy about being curled up in this warm, damp womb. The first half hour was a chance

to relive childhood memories of the uterus, but it quickly became tedious and boring.

Dashir stood there, arms crossed, for what seemed like an eternity, until finally his mother

opened the door . He could vaguely hear their curiosity about his mother's large belly and

their indistinct laughter coming through her belly after receiving the news that "Dashir is grounded. "

Dashir decided to begin his revenge.

He ran his hand up and down the uterine wall, finally finding two tiny openings on either side of his shoulders, each just big enough for a finger

. He inserted one index finger into each opening.

Helen suddenly shuddered, her face turning bright red.

Violet noticed her mother's expression and asked with concern, "Mom, you look strange. Are you feeling unwell?"

"Uh-huh~" Helen made a nasal sound to indicate she was fine.

Dashir rotated his index fingers in the openings a few times, then inserted his middle finger, then his ring finger, then his little finger,

and finally his entire hand.

"Ugh," Helen groaned.

"Oh, Mom, could it be Dashir causing trouble?" Violet asked knowingly. "What's he

doing?"

"He... he put his hand... he put it into my fallopian tube!"

Helen swayed, quickly grabbing the counter to steady herself. "Ugh... not his arm... he

... he grabbed my ovaries... no... Dashir...

my ovaries are too sensitive... ugh... ugh!!!"

Helen's cries drew a strange look from her husband, Bob.

Dashir, without hesitation, reached through Helen's fallopian tubes out of her uterus and easily found

the two ovaries, which he then played with. To his surprise, the size and feel of the ovaries were very similar to

his testicles, a novel sensation that he thoroughly enjoyed.

After playing with his mother's ovaries, his very source of life, Dashir wasn't satisfied with stopping there. He

simply pulled them through the fallopian tubes and brought them to his face, then opened his mouth and took them in!

The mere thought of the ovaries falling into her son's mouth made Helen's vision go black. Not only does the ovary possess the sensitivity of

the clitoris , but it also evokes a sensation that affects the internal organs. The gentle sucking from her son's mouth, like

the fluttering wings of a butterfly that stirs a storm, instantly drained Helen of all her

strength . She collapsed onto the counter, the air forced from her lungs transforming into an unprecedented, mournful cry that lingered for days.

His wife's cry, seemingly both utterly tragic and agonizing, made Bob drop his newspaper and rush into

the kitchen . There, he saw his wife, heavily pregnant, sitting on the floor, her daughter supporting her.

The scene, resembling a crime scene, immediately terrified this battle-hardened "Mr. Incredible."

"What's going on?!" Bob shouted.

"Daddy, Dashiel is playing with Mommy. Mommy says Dashiel grabbed her ovary," Violet

said, turning to her father.

Helen uttered a weak, almost dying murmur. Violet

listened for a while before turning to Bob and saying, "Mom said Dashield put her ovary in his mouth, sucking and licking it."

Hearing her mother's soft breathing, Violet's face flushed, and she asked her father breathlessly,

"Daddy, what does it feel like to have your ovary sucked?"

Bob, relieved, was somewhat amused and exasperated by his daughter's question. He stroked his chin and replied evasively,

"Probably similar to how it feels when my balls are sucked."

"I'm so jealous of Mommy. She's probably the only woman in the world who experiences this." Violet lifted her

mother 's chin and kissed her lips, her tongue entwining with Helen's like a snake.

Suddenly, Helen's nose emitted hot breaths and a moan muffled by her lips and tongue. Dashield

, while rapidly licking with her nimble tongue, had gently bitten her ovary.

A piercing pain and a spine-splitting pleasure mingled together, assaulting her brain.

Helen reached her climax in an instant!

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