The mission was simple—sneak in, get the intel, sneak out. But Helen Parr’s suit wasn’t built for this kind of growth.

Caught mid-turn in a dimly lit hallway, Elastigirl pauses as something behind her creaks—maybe the door, maybe her own overstuffed rear brushing against the frame. Her widened hips and plush curves strain every seam of the supersuit, once sleek, now barely containing her extraordinary expansion. There’s tension in her glance—part worry, part awareness. She knows she’s changed. And she knows you’ve noticed.

The lighting, the angle, and that subtle hesitation in her eyes tell a story: she may still be the most flexible hero around… but she’s never been this thick.