Alright, so I'm going to come out and say it: we all have a thing for Helen Parr, aka Elastigirl/Mrs. Incredible. There's just something about a super flexible woman who can contort herself into positions and shapes, along with her being a very attractive "thicc" MILF who's managed to keep her shape after three kids, that everyone likes. Pixar, you've done something right in that department. I'm not sure what market research firm you hired to get you that data point to act on it, or you came across it by complete accident, but you should be paying them more. Why do I bring this up so randomly? Well, it's time for another Incredibles idea.
What's on the table this time? Well, I feel like it's time to give Elastigirl some lovin', therefore I'm going to propose an M-rated pilot concerning our old pal Harry finding himself in the world of the Incredibles some point in the past in his late teens/early twenties and hitting it off well with the then single Helen before she meets Bob. The pilot in particular will skip forward until after the Supers Act has been enforced for years, taking place during the original events of the first film. This idea will start off as a "follow" or identical story to the mainline, after all the mass majority of the first movie is Bob wanting to relive the glory days rather than moving on in a world that doesn't want Supers which then involves his family. As for where the rest of a potential story would go, I do not know. But with that out of the way, let's get into the idea details.
Title: [undecided]
Rating: M, hard M strictly for some language but mostly for Harry/Helen bedroom action.
Pairing(s): Harry/Helen, Bob/undecided woman.
Summary: Harry Potter is living the family life: has a lovely wife with whom he has an animated and exciting love life with, a family consisting of two sons and a daughter, a fulfilling job that services his need of saving people, and good friends from the "old days." But an unseen foe from his friend's past re-emerges in the shadows casting future harm on his friends and family, he dons his old persona once again.
Disclaimer: I own nothing other than my copy of MS Word and my desktop. The Incredibles belongs to Disney/Pixar and Harry Potter to JK Rowling. See the foreword for the full disclaimer. I am also not a doctor nor know hospital procedures.
WARNING: This entry will contain lewd actions performed by consenting – albeit fictional – adults both present and in the past in reference. If you are uncomfortable with lewd content at all, please skip this entry. If you are offended by Mrs. Incredible banging and having children with anyone but Bob in an alternate universe setting, please skip this entry. If you're alright with this, please proceed.
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A beeping was heard in the room as a man clad in sterile attire stood over an open chest cavity. "Scalpel," he ordered with an open hand.
"Scalpel," a nurse parroted as she handed the surgeon the instrument.
He proceeded to cut away at necrosed tissue, a pair of forceps held by another attendant grabbing it as it was cut away from the body and putting into a pan to the disposed of. "We're clear, doctor," the surgeon reported.
"Good, bring in the kidney," the doctor ordered. The cooler marked as an organ donor cooler was opened to reveal the kidney inside. An assistant removes it and places it inside the cavity, making sure to hold it in place to allow the surgeon to finish the job. Slowly, he sutures up the blood vessels, painstakingly ensuring that there is a good seal. What felt like ages passed until he set his tools down in a tray. "Ladies and gentlemen, Mister Kirkowitz will see another day without a dialysis machine," the surgeon announced. "Stitch him up and get him to recovery," he ordered. Seeing as his presence was no longer needed, he exited the operating room and removed the gloves and other sterile coverings until he was back in his scrubs. All the while the rest of the attendants stitched up their patient.
He finished scrubbing down his arms and hands to make sure he had no more biological material on him and while drying off the intercom went off, "Doctor Potter, line two. Doctor Potter, line two."
He walked quickly back to his office and closed the door, sat down in his comfy office chair, and put his feet up. He deserved it. As he did, he picked up the phone. "Doctor Potter speaking."
"Congratulations on another successful surgery," a woman said on the other side of the line.
"Yes, it was. You got me right at the right time, Missus Potter."
"I called hours ago and they said it'd be a few more hours. What was it this time?"
"Kidney transplant." He heard splashing in the background. "And what's the nature of this pleasant call? In the tub, thinking of me? Waiting for me to be off shift, ready to jump me as I come through the door pleading for me to ravish you in all the ways you like?" he huskily asked his wife.
"Oh, honey, that sounds wonderful. But no, I'm bathing Jack-Jack. The stinker knocked over a can of paint while I was finishing painting the hallway and started to roll around in the paint puddle like a puppy."
"He didn't ingest any of it, did he?" he asked with concern.
"Luckily no."
He breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm thinking of doing something special tonight."
"Oh?"
He looked out the window. "I'm going to make dinner tonight when I get off shift. Can you make a run to the butcher and market? Margaret, the nurse over in maternity? She gave me a new recipe for squash I want to try."
She shifted the phone, "I don't know, Dash has always been-."
"A texture guy," he finished. "I know. But I think this one is a ringer."
"Alright, I'll hold you to it." He started to list off different ingredients that he knew that they didn't have in the fridge or pantry. "Got it. I'll head out as soon as I get our little paint goblin dried and dressed," she cooed and the infant giggled.
"Remember the maple syrup, it's the key to the whole scheme."
"I know, I know. I love you, Harry," she said.
"I love you too, Helen. See you in a few hours." He hung up the phone and pulled out a catalog from a high-end lingerie store. He flipped through a few pages and found something he knew he'd love to see his wife wearing. He jotted down the item number on a sheet of paper and put it in his wallet. He'd have a stop to make on the way home from work. He just hoped he remembered her sizes. Then again, if he was slightly off and it was slightly too tight, well it'd be off quite quickly anyway.
Harry's drive home had been uneventful. The monotonous slog that was city traffic finally gave way to suburbia soon enough; it may have helped that he was let off after rush hour, but it was a city and stop-and-go traffic was always a staple of the city. He drove into the gated community his family was inside and pulled up to the house. Getting out, he observed the home he had purchased a few years prior. They may have had to move school districts, but the home still remained where it was. It was a two-story home with a basement, a necessity in this part of the country considering the potentially extreme weather that could show up. Mainly tornadoes.
It was a four-bedroom – one of which being the master bedroom – three-bathroom setup. Two on the upper level, one being the master bath, and one on the main level. Harry had considered putting in another one in the basement due to it being a furnished basement which was little more than an entertainment room that spanned the house's foundation at the moment. On the main level, it had the dining room and large kitchen that Harry had insisted to be installed. Not because of his wife, but because he truly loved to cook for his family. His kitchen was his laboratory and when he threw himself into his experimentations, he was the master of it. Near the back of the house where a balcony looked over the back yard was the living room which contained a modest television that was usually used for viewing the nightly news and sporting events.
The children's bedrooms were large enough to allow for privacy and comfortable space but weren't too large to encourage becoming shut-ins. The only exception to that was Jack-Jack's room as he was still a baby and would grow into it. The living room sort of served as a backup guest room for when company was over, primarily the in-laws. Violet, having the larger of the two rooms and a larger bed would sleep out on the fold-out couch while they were over.
Then there was the master bedroom, Harry and Helen's love nest. The hot, passionate nights that were had within always made his heart skip a beat when he looked back at them. Inside the walls was a runic array that caused absolute sound insulation which would allow the couple to go at it for hours on end as loud as they wanted without disturbing the sleep of their children; this necessary array for a happy couple's love life was attached to the bedside table that could easily be enabled or disabled at a moment's notice. Hidden in the closet thanks to an expansion array was the couple's playroom of pleasure. Their fortress of fucking. Their stronghold of sex acts. The era that Harry found himself originally was that which was reminiscent of the late 1950s or 60s depending on what you were looking at from architecture to the way people were with their sensibilities. It was now that which was like the 1980s but many were prudes when it came to actions between two consenting adults, and married adults no less. Inside the space was every scandalous outfit that the two had purchased for each other to wear such as the crotchless chaps for Helen's one cowboy and native girl, homesteader's wife, or captured bandito hostage fantasies she had him wear. Or the Catholic schoolgirl uniform he'd have her wear when it was time for the professor-student forbidden love affair fantasy. Or the sexy French maid outfit, or the Japanese-style bathing suit. But there were many more outfits to titillate their fantasies with each other. Then there were the toys. Everything from the smallest set of beads to a sybian to a pool reserved for lotion for when the two wanted to get wet and slippery together.
There was even an area reserved for an entire 'production' of a set for one of the two's recurring fantasies where they'd swap roles with each other. Helen would play the hero while Harry would play the villain. They would take turns capturing and tormenting each other; the villain to the hero for ruining his plans and to get the hero to submit, the hero to the villain as punishment for his 'crimes' to the town. The story always alternated with the hero escaping due to the villain's henchmen being incompetent and the hero capturing the villain for the same reason. They'd come up with a scenario and go buck wild with it. She had even proposed swapping the hero and villain roles recently so he's been trying to come up with a scenario around that. Such exercises in creativity allowed the couple to experiment with each other's superpower on each other. Her extreme flexibility and his magic made for some interesting situations and combinations.
Remising pushed aside, he unlocked the door and walked inside. "Honey, I'm home," Harry called out.
"In the kitchen, dear," Helen called back. He walked in to see Dash and Violet doing homework at the kitchen table and Jack-Jack in his playpen playing with blocks. He kept the present for his wife hidden in the backpack he carried and pecked her on the lips which she received warmly. "Welcome back. Long day?"
"A bit, but I'm still going through with dinner," he said as he started to walk towards the stairs, passing by his children again. "Need to drop this in the bedroom first, though, and take a super quick shower. Can you preheat the oven for me?" He kissed his daughter on her head, "Hi, sweetheart."
"Daaad," she groaned in teenage angst.
"Love you too," he chuckled. He gripped Dash on the shoulders, "Working hard or hardly working?"
"Working hard. I think," Dash said as he appeared to concentrate on a math problem. It was just third-grade math; how hard could it be? Right?
"Good," he said releasing his shoulders. Lastly, he stopped by his youngest and picked him up, tossing him slightly in the air causing him to giggle uncontrollably. "Who's my little paint goblin? You are!" He set him back down into his pen.
Harry quickly ran upstairs and took a five-minute shower. He just needed to get the grit and grime off of him. He looked in the mirror as he put on the comfortable house-clothes he had, and saw the extremely faded lightning-bolt scar and messy hair. "Still all these years later you still don't want to behave," he muttered to his hair, as insane as that made him sound. He quickly removed the lingerie that he purchased on the way back from his backpack and opened the box. Gently and with great care to set it out properly on their bed, he set the top and bottom of lacy undergarments on the bed and a displayed fashion along with the accessories that came with it, mainly stockings and garter belt. It was done in a way that said 'wear me.' Once happy with the 'plating' on his 'dessert,' Harry went back downstairs wearing a pair of sport shorts and a loose shirt. Grabbing his very cheesy 'master chef right here' apron from the closet hook, a gift from Helen a few years ago, he slipped it over his head and tied it off.
He clapped his hands, "Alright! Who's ready for dad's cooking?"
Soon the house was filled with the delicious aroma of meat and veg cooking in different marinades. For the centerpiece, Harry had decided to keep it simple and use the grill on the patio to sear steaks and cook them in indirect heat until they were at that perfect medium-rare state. For the 'experimental' dish he made, it was butternut squash, but it was prepared in a way he didn't expect. He had to peel the gourd and when done chop it up into squares (or square analogs), glaze it with pure maple syrup, and bake until soft; but not too soft. It was firm enough to not be what most people would think of a 'squash dish,' but soft enough to not need to cut it up. While he worked on this, the rest of his family finished setting the table.
Once all settled in, they dug in. As they did Helen asked, "So, ask what your son did today?"
Harry looked at his son, "What did you do?"
"Nothing!" he called out defiantly, actually eating the squash without complaining.
"He decided to put a thumbtack on the teacher's chair," Helen continued.
"It's not like he saw me," he muttered.
Harry turned slowly to his son, "What do you mean, 'saw you?'"
"I ran fast enough to not even get caught on camera," Dash clarified.
Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Dash, you can't be using your powers to prank people," he said chastising his son.
"But you used to prank people with your powers when you were in school," he retorted.
"Yes, I did. But that was at a school where powers were normal among my classmates. You're at a normal school with normal children."
"But I don't like acting normal," Dash complained.
Harry sighed. "None of us do. I'm only able to use my abilities to help my already trained skills as a surgeon. I could, if I wanted to, heal a man right on the spot, make his cancer disappear all without opening him up. But I can't do that as much as I want to. Your mother and I can't go out into the world to fight crime disasters that only Supers used to be able to. It hurts us more than you can imagine. But the Age of Supers is over, no one wants us to interfere in their lives anymore and we have to respect that. That is why I became a surgeon after the Supers Act was passed, I still want to help people in any way I can, even if it's as a normal person." He reached over and ruffled his son's hair. "You'll find your place in life, we all do." Dash pouted. "No more pranking people with your powers?"
"Alright," he relented.
"Good. Otherwise, I'd need to ground you."
Helen looked over to their daughter. "Are you alright? You've barely touched dinner. I thought dad's cooking was your favorite?"
"It is, but…" Violet trailed off, her fork prodding at a pea, moving around aimlessly.
"Maybe you'd eat it if it was the face of Tony Rydenger?" Dash teased his sister, seemingly swinging back from being chastised all too quickly.
"Shut," she ordered.
"Tony loaf," he continued to tease.
"Stop it!"
"Make me!"
"Dash, stop antagonizing your sister," Helen ordered.
"Who's this 'Tony' person?" Harry asked. "Someone I need to be worried about, sit down on the couch and polish a shotgun while I have a word with him?" Harry half-teased his daughter.
She suddenly got red in the face in embarrassment. "No! It's nothing like that!"
Harry appeared to want to say something else but got an elbow from his wife. "What?"
"Stop teasing your daughter," Helen ordered.
"Alright, alright," Harry laughed.
There was a knock at the door and everyone became silent about any talks of powers that could come up. "I'll get it!" Dash called out and zipped away to the door, there one moment and gone the next in the blink of an eye. "Uncle Bob! Uncle Lucious!" he called out in excitement.
Helen looked to Harry who suddenly remembered, slapping his palm to his forehead. "Oh, yeah, that's right. I knew I was forgetting something," Harry said aloud. Helen didn't ask but gave him a look of 'And that is?' "Bowling night. I promised to go out with Bob and Lucious for bowling tonight after I got off shift."
Before Helen could ask why Harry didn't mention this to her before tonight, Bob and Lucious walked into the room. "Harry!" Bob said jovially.
"Good evening, Bob," Harry greeted the larger-built Caucasian man who looked like he could break you in half despite having a beer belly. "Lucious," he said to the thinner Black man.
Dash zipped back to his seat and took a large gulp of water. "Uncle Lucious!" he called out before spitting it in the air.
Lucious acted on instinct and froze the spat-out water in the shape of an icicle and rolled to catch it. "Got it!" Lucious declared victoriously.
"Aww, I like it when it shatters," Dash said dejectedly.
"Are you ready to go? Your score doesn't stand a chance!" Bob said excitedly.
"I will in a few minutes," Harry said as he stood up from his chair. "Want to sit in the living room while I finish up here?" he asked as he picked up his already picked clean plate.
"Uncle Lucious, want to see this really cool thing my friends and I found?" Dash said as he dragged the skinner man to the living room.
Harry shrugged, "It looks like Dash will play host until then."
"It appears so," Bob chuckled before leaving the living room.
Helen came up from behind Harry and set her hand on his shoulder. "Why didn't you tell me you were going bowling tonight?" she asked.
"I'm sorry," Harry said as he pulled away to put the dishes in the sink. "I legitimately forgot I promised to take Bob and Lucious bowling despite setting up the appointment weeks ago."
"Appointment?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"You know that place downtown? The really ritzy place with the bar and small bowling alley?" She nodded. "I rented it out for a couple of hours. You know how Bob likes to reminiscence about the old days."
"And the bartender or owner can be trusted?"
"Owned by an old contact of ours who still owes us significantly. He mans the bar while we have it reserved as opposed to his normal wait staff."
She gave him a narrowed gaze. "And this isn't an elaborate story to do superheroing with Bob, is it?"
Harry walked over and embraced his wife, kissing her on the lips softly. "I meant what I said about not interfering with the lives of civilians. I have to serve as a good role model to Dash, don't I?" he asked with a grin.
She rolled her eyes before smiling herself. "Fine. Go. Have fun with the boys."
"I make no promises about random acts of kindness though." He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "I bought you a little something and left it in our room. Why don't you put it on once the kids are in bed?" Her cheeks started to flush with the very naughty implications it presented. "See you tonight?" he said normally.
"Yes," she coughed out regaining her composure mainly for their daughter who was still in the dining room a few dozen feet away who looked on at them with the 'Ugh, parents' expression.
Harry said good night to his children, instructing them to behave for their mother. Mainly Dash. It wasn't much longer before the trio of ex-superheroes were on the road downtown. It didn't take long until they were at the bowling alley and the owner-bartender took them into a private two-lane alley off the side. The bar in question was one of those niche scenes where 'posh' gentlemen escaped from their wives for a few hours to participate with other posh individuals in common games, but fancier. The owner owed them a lot, so unlike his normal clientele, he discounted the prices on drinks to just make a few pennies over cost just to say that a profit was made. A friends and family discount, if you will. The trio had made this their hotspot to talk about the past in a social setting without having to worry about being discovered. It wasn't long until they were a few frames in.
"So, Bob," Harry said as he threw his ball down the lane, it curving before hitting true getting him a strike causing him to fist pump. "How's the family?"
"Alright," Bob replied as Lucious stood up to take his turn.
"Just 'alright?'" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow as Lucious wound up.
"Mary… has been distant. The kids have been acting up as well," Bob admitted.
"Acting up?"
Bob nodded as Lucious got a 7-10 split. "Drew doesn't want to listen to me or his mother and Angela's grades have been slipping."
"Have you sat down with them one-on-one to try and find out why?" Lucious stood there as he debated if he'd try some kind of trick shot or just got for the single pin. More so if he could make it.
"Haven't been able to."
"Work?" Lucious asked.
"Until recently, they've kept me on unpaid overtime."
"Isn't that mega illegal?" Harry asked as Lucious decided to go for the single pin and Bob stood up to take his turn.
"I'm not a lawyer," Lucious said as he sat down, "but that sounds illegal."
"They're reallocating the funds I would get towards policies that I've helped people with."
"That's not right."
"I know," Bob said as he threw his ball, making sure not to use his super strength as the eighteen-pound ball would become a cannonball if thrown with it. He only got seven pins.
"Why don't you quit, seek another job?" Lucious asked.
Bob winced. "That's the thing… I sort of have to now."
"What did you do?" Harry asked pointedly.
"I…" Bob trailed as he was trying to find the words. "May have thrown my boss through several walls and the Agency had to wipe the memories of not only my boss but my coworkers on the floor. My douche of an ex-boss saw a man getting mugged in an alley in the same city block as our building, right outside his window, and wouldn't do anything to help!"
Harry and Lucious let him vent out his frustrations, remaining silent. "Your boss was a heartless prick, there's no denying that. He deserves every bit of bad karma that exists in this universe that drops upon him. But you went too far."
"I know," Bob replied defeatedly.
"Does Mary know?"
"No," Bob admitted. "But she will sooner than I'd like."
"Because of Angela?"
"Because of Angela," Bob confirmed. "She's bright on top of being a mind reader."
"Must not be easy have a psychokinetic in the house," Lucious stated.
"Makes surprise parties almost impossible on her," Bob mused.
"You need to get on top of it, and quickly," Harry said.
"What would you recommend?"
"Speak to Angela first, tell her the details she needs to know. 'Daddy is out of a job but is in the middle of looking for a new one. I don't want to worry mommy so I want you to keep this as a secret between the two of us for now.' Something like that."
"And for Mary?"
Harry thought for a moment. "I know a guy who owes me a favor. Saved his life in the operating room. Do you know the fancy skiing resort up north?" Bob nodded. "He owns it. I'll give him a call tomorrow morning to prep the Presidential Suite. Go take your wife up north for a romantic week-long vacation. Go hiking, see the wildlife, spend the nights together rekindling your marriage."
"How will that-?"
"Women only get distant like that when their partner isn't paying attention to them. They doubt themselves thinking they're not good enough for them and start worrying that they're cheating on them. This will help get you a lot of goodwill when you have to break the news that you got fired from Insuracare."
"And the kids?"
"Helen and I can watch them while you have a second honeymoon."
"Helen won't mind?"
"She loves kids," Harry simply replied. 'She better considering she still hasn't gotten her tubes tied or asked that I get a vasectomy yet,' Harry thought. "Plus, I don't mind cooking for a few more mouths for a week. Plus, Lucious could help out; maybe calling in that favor to that one owner for box seats for the game this weekend for the kids to attend?"
"I'll…" Lucious trailed before relenting, realizing that this was his best friend he was helping out, "make the call in the morning."
Bob was overwhelmed by the support of his two oldest friends from his previous line of work. "Thank you, this means so much," Bob said heartfully.
"You're family in all but blood," Harry replied, putting his hand on the much bigger man's shoulder. "You'd do the same for me." He stood up and walked to the lane. "Now, gentlemen, I believe we have a game to finish so Bob can go on his weeklong getaway."
Their bowling match lasted a few hours as they went another two games, mostly to burn off the alcohol in their systems. Bob dropped off Harry at his house and they parted ways. As Harry walked into the house, he wrote down on the fridge's whiteboard, 'Call Derek for Bob's thing.'
'That will make me remember for sure,' Harry thought to himself as he walked upstairs. He rapped his knuckles on his bedroom door twice and opened it. On the bed was his wife in a seductive pose wearing the lingerie he had purchased for her.
"Hello tiger," she cooed as she slung her legs off the bed and sauntered towards him. "I missed you." This movement allowed him to better drink in his wife's appearance. Her bountiful breasts bounced and swayed and her hips shifted seductively. The red and black lace number she was wearing had slits in the cup of the bra allowing her nipples and areola to be exposed to the colder air, hardening them slightly by default. Around the lower wire of the bra was a sheer curtain draping around her until it reached her upper thighs. Around her waist was a garter belt attached to the thigh-high leggings she wore. But around her girdle was a pair of lace panties that had their crotch cutaway showing her neatly trimmed pubic area and leaking fluids from her slit. Seeing where his eyes were trailing, she added, "I really missed you." She looked down at her husband's crotch and added to that, "And I see you missed me too."
"How could I not miss my lovely wife?" Harry said sweetly as she reached him. "Especially a wife who treats me to such nightly desserts?"
"Mmm," she moaned content with that answer while she ran her hands across his chest. "But there's one issue: one of us seems grossly overdressed," she said as her hands trailed to the hem of his shirt and started to lift it up, showing off his abdomen, something she drank up the sight of.
"Yes, that does seem to be a problem," he said as he lifted his arms to allow his shirt to be removed.
She tossed the shirt aside and knelt down on her knees and bit her lip with anticipation. No matter how many hundreds of times the couple fucked over the close to fifteen years they'd been together, this never got old to her. She pulled down his pants and boxer-briefs in one motion releasing his throbbing erection, small droplets of precum leaked from the tip. She wrapped one soft hand around the shaft.
"Oh! What a mighty trouser snake! But we cannot allow him to slither into his lair dry, now, can we?" she said lustfully.
"No, that cannot do," Harry replied. "There must be something that can be done to help him."
"Oh, I have an idea as to how we can help him," she said with a playful grin.
She proceeded to lean forward and pucker her soft lips to plant a kiss on the head of his rod. She slowly stroked his shaft as she kissed down as she stoked down and back up while she stroked up. Once she was happy with the kisses she left, she extended her tongue and licked her lover's pole from shaft to tip while she stroked, her saliva lubricating her still stroking hand. This got Harry to groan happily. She then did something he hadn't seen her do in a long while. She stopped stroking him and stood up, walking him over to the bed where she pushed him down onto it. She then hungrily nestled herself between his legs and started to suckle softly on his balls. As she did, she used her superpowers to extend her tongue from her mouth, the dexterity of which was that of a cobra. It wrapped itself around his shaft and squeezed softly, the tip of her tongue hovering above his urethra ever so slightly allowing her saliva secretions to drip onto his head and flow down the sides.
"My!" Harry exclaimed huskily, "Someone's been practicing her snake charming skills!" His wife chuckled – the feeling of which vibrated through his balls and up his shaft – as she started to move her tongue. Her tongue coiled up and down as suckled like she would be if using both hands to jack him off. As it coiled downward her tongue licked his glans and pushed slightly into his hole, teasing the two. "My god, it's been a long time since you've done this."
She mumbled something, but thanks to years of understanding kids talking with their mouths full he was able to mentally translate it as, "Do you love it?"
"You're goddamn right I love it!" he grunted out. This caused her to moan happily. The lowest rung of her tongue constricted a little tighter at the base preventing him from blowing his load early, she really wanted this to last.
After what felt like forever being teased by a lustful snake she stopped and her tongue snaked its way back into her mouth. "I still got it," she bragged.
"Yes, you do," Harry agreed. It had been a while since she had done the 'snake charmer tongue' trick. The last time he clearly recalled her doing this specifically was probably around the time Jack-Jack was born. Neither of them knew why, but a week before each of the times she went into labor she got borderline uncontrollably horny to the point where Harry needed to take three days off just to sate his wife. They were both unbelievably tired, but Helen was an incredibly happy woman at the end of it. She knelt on the bed and shimmed over to him, the shaft of his rod parting her lower lips. She was incredibly wet and she wanted him to feel it as she slowly rubbed her slit against him. "Did you want me to-?"
"No, I pre-gamed. I couldn't wait to stick your hard meat inside me," she interrupted as she lustfully moaned. Feeling that she had coated his rod with enough of her lubrication she leaned forward to line up his head with her hole when she was happy at the alignment, she started to lower herself until their two sexes were 'kissing,' her breasts were in his face to which he could resist not reaching out to both nipples and pinching them quickly and thrust from beneath. This caused her to help out in pleasured pain as he bottomed himself in her, the tip of his head less than a centimeter from her cervix. "Ahn! No fair!"
"All's fair in love and war, honey," Harry rebutted.
"You know my nipples are sensitive since I've been weaning off Jack-Jack," she complained in a mewling way.
"Oh, does that mean you still have milk?" Harry perked up.
"Yes, it does- Ahn!" she cried out in surprise as Harry latched on to her breast and started suckling at it. "No! That's for the baby!"
He let go after some of her milk had already started flowing, a rivulet of warm fluid sliding down her breast. "I thought you said you were weaning him off of it?" Harry teased.
"I am," she restated her previous statement.
"Ah, then he can share, then," he said as he latched himself back to her nipple and started to suck again as he started to thrust into her from below.
Helen cried out in pleasured moans as she was milked and fucked at the same time by her husband. "Oh my god! Fuck me, honey!" she called out to the heavens, the silencing rune array eating her words. "Suck my tits and drink my milk! Fuck me!" Harry unlatched himself as he pulled her close and force-fed her own milk, her tongue lapped up at it. It was then he thought of something humorous. "What's so funny?" she asked in heaving breaths.
"I just realized something. You can bend yourself like rubber, right?" She nodded as it was a plainly obvious statement of her powers. "Does that make your milk 'latex?'" he laughed.
She rolled her eyes as she took control, gyrating her hips and thrusting down onto her husband's pole. The action of which splitting her elastic hole open caused her to moan. "You already said that joke," she moaned out.
"I did?" When?" Harry asked confused.
"Shortly after Violet was born."
He thrust up from below her, causing her to yelp out, "Oh yeah, I did. I still find it funny."
She moaned, "You find everything funny."
He grinned as he grabbed her hips and pulled her down while he thrust up causing her to lurch forward. He proceeded to wrap her in a hug and kissed her, his tongue probing deep into her mouth and tangling with her own tongue. Moaning at this movement, he rolled her over on her back. Without allowing her to recover, he lifted his hips and slammed them against hers, his erection spreading her hole wide open causing her to continually moan. He continued this motion until she was half-lidded riding waves of pleasure. Seeing an opportunity, he pulled out his rod, leaned up and grabbed both of her ankles and pushed them back towards her head, and wrapped her elastic arms around them so they were held in place. He had just forced her into a mating press.
He poked her winking flesh hole with his tip, pushing just enough to cause her to shiver in anticipation, but pulling out before the crown of his head went in. "Tell me what you want me to do," he asked his wife.
Helen looked on to her husband's hard member hovering over hers. Her womb begging for seed and her sheath wanting to be filled with his warmth. "I want you to penetrate my cervix and ravish my womb! Fuck me, honey, fill me with your seed!" she cried out in need. She wriggled her hips trying to get her husband to enter her quicker, but he was in command now. He let her wait in want a few moments longer, the tip of his head gently touching her clitoris. "Please!" Seeing his wife's need, he plunged deep into her in one stroke, the tip of his rod kissing her cervix. "Yes!" she called out in ecstasy. "Fuck my womb!"
He smiled obeying his wife's orders. He kept thrusting away, and slowly the kisses at her womb's door became prying into it which caused her to moan even more. "Yes! Open my baby-room door!" she exclaimed in pleasure. Harry obliged and thrust the last inch he needed to push fully into her womb, exposing it to his invading probe. "Ahn~! Yes!" she cried out, her legs shaking and partially deforming as she lost muscular control as she lost herself in orgasm. Harry felt all of her internals pulse at him, her cervix and pussy trying to milk his cock for its seed. Harry knew his wife well and waited for her to mostly come down from her orgasm only to ramp it back up again.
He started to thrust again deep inside her, the crown of his cockhead pulling her cervix open and the tip re-penetrating it. Helen howled in pleasure as she let herself go, her tongue drooling out of her mouth and milk leaking from her teats as Harry teased the nipples causing them to leak out their contents. The two of them were covered in sweat and neither of them would have it any other way.
Helen felt Harry tense and start to get girthier and slightly bigger. "Come on, baby! Come inside me! Fill me with your spunk!" she cried out in pleasure in the middle of another orgasm's high about to ride right into another. She then did something she hadn't done to him in a long time. She let her right hand go of her leg – which was already bent back and wouldn't be moving from its position – and used the elastic nature of her power to mold her pelvic area to be doughier. She then wrapped her hand around his shaft inside her, using her own vagina as a cocksleve to jack off her man inside her. "Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Fuck my womb!" She then looked him in the eyes, pleading to him. "Come for me! Come inside my elastic pussy!" She then felt him twitch as Harry went over the edge releasing the torrent of pent of seed directly into her womb. "YES!" she cried out in pure pleasure as she felt herself be flooded by her man. "Fill me to the brim!" she exclaimed as the feeling of being filled caused her to orgasm again.
Harry felt himself white out as his muscles squeezed out every last iota of semen from him and deposited it in his wife's exposed womb. He didn't know if it was magic from the Potter family or some side effect of a potion he had used on himself in the past, but for some reason – much to his wife's delight – he came literal buckets sometimes. The volume of which would cause his wife's womb to begin to expand as if she were instantly pregnant, such as tonight. It looked like she was in her early second trimester now.
Feeling himself being completely spent, he slowly removed his prick from his wife's pussy, the action of which caused her to moan. As he did, he could feel the backfill of his seed start to flow out. When he reached her entrance, only his head was keeping her sealed up. He pulled out the only thing keeping her plugged up and as soon as she was clear again, his seed started to flow out of her in a thick stream. It seeped onto the bed and got onto her new lingerie panties.
Her stomach returned to normal, but she was still leaking their combined fluids. He laid down beside her and kissed her, to which she cumdrunkenly and sloppily returned. "I think I may get you pregnant again," Harry admitted.
She tiredly crawled on top of him and kissed him. "I'll have all the babies you want me to. They're a symbol of our love," she said as they parted lips. She laid down atop him, her head on his chest, slowly drifting off listening to her man's heartbeat. "We do make pretty cute babies."
"That we do," Harry agreed as he caressed his wife's back. He undid her bra allowing her breasts free from their confines. "Hey, honey?"
"Hmm?" she moaned sleepily as she had come down from her orgasmic highs.
"I promised Bob that we'd watch his kids while he and Mary go up north for a bit of a couple's weekend to rekindle their marriage."
"Just the weekend?" she asked.
"It's… going to be a little longer than that. Until next week."
"What did he do?" Helen asked pointedly, suddenly her sleep could wait.
"He got fired from his job," Harry admitted. He couldn't lie to his wife. "He's going to take this time as an opportunity to take a small vacation with his wife and rekindle their love life before he has to seek a job again."
"Does Mary know?"
"No. But he does intend to tell her after the trip."
"He should tell her sooner than that."
"That's up to him to decide. But I already promised, and you know how I am about those."
She craned her neck to kiss him on the lips softly. "I know."
"I got tomorrow off, so I'll pick them all up."
"Thanks, honey," Helen muttered as she started to drift off to sleep again.
"Plus, I think Dash has a crush on Angela," he chuckled.
She smacked him in the ribs. "You better not play matchmaker," she mumbled.
"I would never dare do such a thing," he replied innocently as he as well started drifting to sleep, the warmth and the soft breathing of his wife drawing him into it. It was a wonderful life.
To be continued…?
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And that's all I have for this idea. There was a lot of drawn-out stuff there before we got to the "good stuff" at the end there between our leads. Right away with this idea, you can see the different life circumstances between our AU Helen and children and Bob and his family. The big difference was Harry was able to figure out a way to continue saving people in disguise whereas Bob fell into the soulless corporate world of insurance. Harry is close with his wife and children whereas Bob is distant from his. And this is where we get into the first roadblock of this becoming a true fic: how do I have the conflict of The Incredibles if another character is involved taking Bob's husband/father role with Helen and kids and another woman and children are taking Helen and kids' place. Do I still have the scene with the fire happening between Bob and Lucious where that's what causes Mirage and Syndrome/Buddy to find out the true identity of Bob to try and kill him for childish revenge? Do I have Bob's disappearance be what spurs on Harry and Helen (with kids in tow) to find out what happened to Bob and rescue him? Do I have an alternate scene between Harry in his Supers persona talking to Buddy in the past in an attempt to help him understand the younger Mr. Incredible's actions to him that night? These are all great ideas, but great ideas without a plan.
The second thing that I want this proposed fic to be is plot with porn and not the other way around. I want to convey interesting ideas that could have happened should if Harry would have been thrown into that world near the beginning of it all. That's what you saw in this pilot, the story happened which introduced Harry and Helen's family, showed Harry's non-Supers job, and showed his interactions with the now-retired Supers Bob and Lucious all before we have a husband and wife going at it for our reading pleasure. The lewdness was teased near the beginning of the chapter and there was a payoff at the end of the chapter; at least that was my intent and I think I carried that out well. The only problem is how do I carry that going forward? The next proposed chapter's events would be Harry picking up Bob's kids from his house and seeing him off, probably a summary of the week's events covered by Harry with shenanigans and probably some life lessons from Harry being imparted to Bob's kids as he is the non-blood uncle alongside Lucious, and then a recap of Bob's adventure with his wife. I do have to follow the main skeleton work of the movie which being Syndrome's revenge against Mr. Incredible and the reintroduction of superheroes with him being the head of it. While I can follow the events of the movie for Bob's path, which is incredibly easy when he's not with his family, it's just scene-for-scene with the movie, I want to do something different and something special. As for what that is, I do not know and that's what I really need to brainstorm over before I contemplate making a fic like that.
As for the lewd scenes, I do want to mix it up. I want every time Harry makes love with Helen it's special for us the readers. For example, like exploring a more dominating Helen, exploring an "abuse of authority" kink – boss/subordinate, teacher/student, stepparent/stepchild, officer/enlistee, etc. – where they trade who is the "offender," various aspects of BDSM, cosplay roleplay, and so on. All of these and more would have to be taken into consideration.
All that being said, I think that will cover the "post-game" of this chapter's ideas. There's a lot to consider when contemplating what I'm going to put in such a story idea, but for now, I think I'll leave this idea to rest. So, what's going on in the real world for me? Well, I uploaded a teaser for what I'm doing over on Odysee, you can find me at the channel PhillyCh3zSt3ak (or if you know the site's channel shortcuts PhillyCh3zSteak:6). I got some interesting things that some of you may be interested in. I'll probably cross-post eventually over on YouTube as well. If you feel like supporting me other than just reading, I do have a bunch of addresses in my bio for donations for BTC, ETH, DOGE, etc. I'm still contemplating if I want to share out a palofpayme link for those who want to throw a few dollars my way. Again, this has been and always will be a tip jar. I don't plan on keeping any of my content on this website where we're already borrowing other people's content as our own to make a new story behind a paywall or paid previews.
I bought more manga, that happened. Hurray, the backlog just keeps getting longer and longer. I'm contemplating making another big purchase, it's related to the stuff I'm going to be posting over on Odysee if you want to know the general idea of what it is. Dude, why does that shit have to be so expensive? As for other things I got interviewed at my current workplace for a senior role, I should have word by either the end of this week or the beginning of next if I was chosen or not; thoughts and prayers, folks. Lastly, as for FFN-related content, I've been contemplating a few Breath of the Wild ideas as well as a newly thought-up Age of Calamity idea, so we'll see where that goes if anywhere at all. I still have two Metro-related ideas, one for Kuroinu and one for Harry Potter, the latter of the two I'm actually excited for. There's one other Kuroinu idea that I'm also excited about mainly because of the concept behind it. Hopefully, all of these ideas come out soon for you all to read.
But as for now, that's all I have. Let me know what you all thought and I'll see you in whatever I decide to do next.