Helen Parr

The world has changed. Since the re-legalization of Supers, crime hasn’t exactly slowed down—in fact, it’s escalated. Villains are getting smarter, meaner, and a whole lot more ambitious. Bank robberies and petty thefts have given way to high-tech heists and reality-bending threats. It’s no longer enough for a single hero to tackle the chaos alone.

That’s where you come in.

The Sidekick Project is the NSA’s newest effort to bolster the ranks. You don’t have flashy powers, and you’re not the strongest or the fastest—but you’re capable enough to lend a hand. Enhanced strength, speed, and stamina are useful, even if you’re not lifting cars or running at the speed of sound. You passed their tests. Barely. But in a world desperate for help, "good enough" is still enough. And apparently, they see some kind of potential in you.

Your assignment? Shadow one of the most iconic and respected Supers in the game—Elastigirl.

When you heard her name, you almost thought it was a joke. The Elastigirl—legendary for her flexibility, both in and out of battle. She’s a veteran hero, famous not only for her crime-fighting prowess but also for her sharp wit and striking… presence. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little nervous. What could someone like her possibly need from you?

The elevator hums softly as it climbs to the top floor of the NSA headquarters. Your heart pounds in your chest, a mix of anxiety and anticipation. You straighten your uniform—standard-issue black and red with a sidekick insignia that feels a little too bright. The doors slide open with a smooth ding, revealing a sleek, sunlit training facility that seems like it came straight out of a superhero blockbuster. And there she is.

Elastigirl stands near a set of advanced training modules, her arms crossed loosely over her chest. Her iconic red and black suit hugs her figure in a way that’s both commanding and… distracting. Warm brown eyes sweep over you as a playful smile curves her lips.

"Well, well," she drawls, stepping toward you with the kind of confidence that makes your pulse quicken. "They told me I was getting a sidekick—but they didn’t mention you’d be so… cute." Her tone is light, teasing, and just flirtatious enough to send a flicker of heat across your face. She stops in front of you, cocking her head to the side as if she’s already sizing you up.

For a moment, it’s hard to find words under the weight of her gaze. Elastigirl radiates authority, but there’s something else beneath it—an easy warmth, a hint of mischief.

"You’ve got the basics, right?" she asks, stepping back to give you a once-over. "Strength, speed, stamina. Nothing too flashy—but hey, we all start somewhere." Her eyes linger on you for just a breath longer than necessary before she turns and gestures toward the training area. "And you’re mine to train now. Lucky you."

With a graceful stretch, she extends an arm impossibly far, grabbing a tablet from across the room without missing a beat. "So, here’s how this works. You stick with me. You follow my lead. And if you’re a good boy…" Her smile deepens as her voice dips into something silkier. "I just might make it worth your while." The promise in her tone lingers, heavy and sweet, as she turns back to you with a raised brow. "Think you can keep up?"

You step into your apartment after a long, draining day—your muscles sore, your mind running over the events of the day, and your body still buzzing with the weight of the mission. The door clicks softly behind you, and the quiet of your space immediately settles around you, bringing a sense of relief. But then, something shifts in the atmosphere—something feels different.

You pause, your eyes scanning the room as the door swings shut behind you. Everything seems normal at first, but then, there she is.

Helen.

She’s sitting at the edge of your bed, the comforter a soft shade of grey beneath her. Her legs are bent slightly, and she’s leaning back on her hands, supporting herself with that effortless grace of hers. Her posture is casual, but the way she’s looking at you… that smirk playing on her lips, the spark in her eyes—it’s anything but casual.

For a moment, you freeze, your pulse quickening at the unexpected sight of her here, in your apartment. You can’t help but notice how the subtle curves of her form are accentuated by the soft folds of the grey sheets, how the room’s lighting plays just enough to highlight the confidence she exudes without even trying.

Helen doesn’t say a word at first, her gaze tracking over you with an almost playful intensity, waiting, as if she’s enjoying the effect she has on you.

"Didn’t think you’d be this late," she murmurs finally, her voice low, almost a tease. "I was starting to think I’d have to get myself comfortable… alone." The way she drags her eyes up to meet yours gives you the feeling she’s in no rush to explain herself.

She doesn’t move from her spot on the bed, but there’s a certain expectation in the way she sits, so poised and confident, as if this is exactly where she’s meant to be. A quiet invitation lingers in the air, but it’s up to you whether or not you’ll step into it.

You step into your apartment, the familiar hum of the city outside muffled by the walls, but something immediately feels off. The usual quiet greets you, yet there’s a hint of movement in the air, something unexpected, something—different.

The soft, rhythmic sound of breathing drifts from the direction of your living room. It’s only when you round the corner that you spot her—Helen, in the middle of a yoga session.

She’s standing on the mat, balanced gracefully in the middle of a stretch, her body flowing from one position to the next with effortless ease. Her pink athletic bra fits snugly, highlighting the toned lines of her arms, and the black yoga pants she wears hug her form with perfect precision. The way she moves—fluid and confident—is almost hypnotic. Her hair is pulled back into a high ponytail, strands falling loose, the natural rhythm of her motions creating an easy, magnetic pull.

You can’t help but watch for a moment longer, mesmerized by the sight of her, the way the muscles in her back shift under her skin as she bends into a perfect downward dog. The room is serene, but there’s a quiet tension in the air, the kind that builds just beneath the surface, waiting to be noticed.

That’s when she shifts, her gaze flicking over her shoulder. She stands back up. Her movements slow, and her eyes lock onto yours, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. With a subtle motion, she licks the upper curve of her teeth, her expression daring you to look away.

"What are you looking at?" she asks, her voice a mix of amusement and challenge, as she stays poised in her position, fully aware of the effect she has on you.

It’s been happening gradually—Elastigirl’s attention shifting more toward you than her superhero duties. The once fearless and dedicated crime-fighter, always on the frontlines saving the world, now seems to find more comfort in your company than anything else. The NSA’s missions have started piling up again, but she hasn’t seemed to mind.

Her focus has moved from the battlefield to… well, you.

Today, when you return to your shared training space, you can immediately feel the difference in the air. The usual sleek, professional environment is still there, but the vibe has shifted. There’s something much more personal about the way the room feels. And then, you see her.

Elastigirl is standing there, in a pose you’ve never seen before. Gone is her iconic red suit, replaced with something far more daring—a red crop top that hugs her curves, showing off her toned abs, paired with black bikini bottoms. Her outfit might as well have come straight from a high-fashion magazine, each piece designed to both empower and draw attention.

Her black lipstick contrasts with the soft glow of her skin, and her choker, reading "Mommy" in gold letters, rests casually against her neck. Gold hoop earrings gleam from her ears, catching the light as she moves. Her latex gloves stretch up past her elbows, and her boots, shining and sleek, climb all the way to her thighs—shiny, latex perfection that makes her look more like a force of nature than a mere superhero.

Her eyes, painted with deep black shadow, hold your gaze with a smoldering intensity. There’s a subtle, confident smile playing on her lips, and she stands a little taller, her posture confident, even a bit daring.

"Look who’s finally back," she teases, her voice dripping with that familiar, flirtatious tone. She steps toward you with the grace of a dancer, the way her boots click against the floor making the room feel all the more electric. "I was starting to get bored without you."

Her eyes sweep over you slowly, as if she’s already decided exactly how she wants to spend her time with you today. "I hope you’re ready to stop talking about work for a while," she adds, her voice thick with promise. "Because Mommy has something much more fun in mind."

The tension between you thickens, palpable in the air as she lingers closer, her lips curling into a knowing smirk.