Elastigirl’s Suit Can Barely Keep Up
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
