“Dammit, I can’t believe I actually got myself captured!” Eleanor Vasquez, known to the world as the supervillain, the “Black Bride”, hissed to herself as she struggled in the zip tie restraints that were binding her to a chair.

Dressed in her villain costume, which resembled a black wedding dress, Eleanor had sought to rob a wedding venue of gifts for the marrying couple present, which was the very crime that the Black Bride was infamous for: ruining other peoples’ weddings with her thievery. The job went off without a hitch, and it appeared that Eleanor would be making off with a crockpot, a flatiron, and a ton of gift cards, when her plans were foiled by a famed superhero: Elastigirl. A single punch from the heroine’s elongated arm was all it took to knock Eleanor on her back, where the villain clasped her ringing head as her curvaceous opponent towered over her.

“If you’d tried to ruin my wedding this way, I’d have pummeled you twice as hard,” Elastigirl had chuckled as she wrapped her rubber arm around the disabled Eleanor and heaved the restrained woman over her shoulder. “Well, I hate to tell you this, but there will be far and few weddings for you to ruin in prison!”

“Thank you, Elastigirl!” the thankful coupled yelled behind her as the superheroine made off with her catch, where their marriage continued on without a hitch.

Eleanor was never taken to jail, however, and the villain had sat restrained to a chair for the last few hours, wondering what her captor was going to do with her. Using her stretchy, springy legs, Elastigirl had taken her on a nauseating ride through town, until the two reached a derelict warehouse district, where the hero had wordlessly tied her opponent down, before seemingly exiting the building.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Elastigirl suddenly called, emerging from one of the shadows of the abandoned warehouse. “I had to wait for my husband to leave before I could sneak this out of our room.”

Trotting over to where the villain was restrained, her wide hips swinging with a noticeable jiggle to her thick thighs, the heroine raised a gun-like device and began pressing a few buttons on it.

“H-hey, what exactly are you going to do to me?” the Black Bride asked, shuffling a little in her seat. “I mean, lady, you got me, okay? Aren’t you going to take me to jail?”

“Nah, I’m beginning to think that villains like yourself get off to easily,” Elastigirl explained as she continued fiddling with the device in her hand. “I myself have perfected a much more efficient punishment…one that pleases me, as well as the justice system.”

“The hell are you talking about?” Eleanor scoffed. “What, don’t tell me they have superheroes committing hit jobs now?!”

“I think I’ll just demonstrate, probably easier than trying to explain,” Elastigirl replied with a shrug as she pointed the blinking gun at her captive. Before the restrained villain could protest, the heroine squeezed the trigger, sending a dazzling, rainbow beam of light out of the device’s muzzle.

Struck by the mysterious beam, Eleanor let out a scream as her body was coated in a bright light and her world became a dizzying blur. Elastigirl’s lips turned into an evil smirk as she watched the woman before her begin to rapidly shrink in size, licking her lips as she walked over to the chair.

“W-where, where am I?” the Black Bride murmured, coming to after momentarily fainting. Her eyes widened in horror as she looked around, where the already large warehouse appeared to be absolutely ginormous.

“My husband confiscated this shrink ray from Professor Changeable after he used it to shrink the Eiffel Tower,” Elastigirl explained. “And now, I use it to extract justice upon villainous scum like yourself.”

Shuddering as she stood on the chair, now a mere 6 inches in height, Eleanor realized that she was also free of the restraints, though the long drop to the ground would probably hurt a little. She had little time to think of escape, however, as an outstretched hand from the rubber-hero snatched the villain from the chair a second later. Squirming in the tight grip of the spandex-clad woman, the Black Bride couldn’t help but feel a tinge of fear as she looked up at the giantess’ lustful eyes.

“My name…” Elastigirl began as she started removing her mask. “Is Helen Parr.”

“Why would you tell me your identity?” Eleanor asked, trembling a little. “You’re not worried that I’m going to kill you after I get out of jail?”

“Like I said, you’re not going to jail,” Helen smirked confidently. “Slaves like you never escape me, you’re going to serve me for as long as you survive.”

“Serve you? The hell are you talking about, what are you-”

Eleanor’s words were interrupted as Elastigirl abruptly brought the shrunken woman to her plush lips and delivered a wet, sloppy kiss to the writhing tiny’s face.

“What the fuck? What’s wrong with you?!” the Black Bride squealed as she shook off the giantess’ saliva in disgust.

“I have a thing for cute, tiny girls like yourself,” Helen moaned. “There is nothing hotter to me than having my way with a villain who deserves everything that I do to them.”

“Well stop! I’d rather go to jail than be your plaything!” Eleanor protested. “I still have rights! You can’t-”

The villainess’ words were again cutoff as Helen released a loud, untimely belch directly in her shrunken captive’s face, echoing throughout the vast interior of the warehouse.

“Whoops, that’s Bob’s atomic chili from last night doing a number on my gut,” Elastigirl chuckled as she burped again, sending flicks of spittle flying at her writhing victim’s body.

“You’re nasty, dammit that reeks!” Eleanor choked as she squirmed even more against the tight grip that held her still.

“Mmm if you think that was bad, just wait until I get you a little closer to my ass,” Helen smirked as she brought the tiny down to her belly. Though tightly contained within the spandex suit, Eleanor could tell that the once-skinny Elastigirl had been putting on a little weight as a bit of pudge circumvented her waistline. A terrifying gurgle thundered from the other side of the costume.

“Oh yeah, you’re going to be experiencing hell tonight,” Helen laughed as she now brought the shrunken woman around to her massive backside. The Black Bride shuddered at the sight of the shapely rump, the twin cheeks resembling large globes as they jiggled slightly in their tight confines with every little movement. A push from behind sent the tiny villain’s face directly against the stretched spandex-clad booty, drawing a whimper from the smaller woman.

“Ahhhh that’s the stuff,” Elastigirl sighed as a gargantuan blast of gas fought its way out from between those cushy cheeks, hissing loudly as it escaped the spandex encasing and searing the shrunken girl in a wave of putrid, foul-smelling air. Screaming in disgust, Eleanor quickly began to choke and wheeze as she caught a good whiff of the nose-burning fart, her long, beautiful dark hair having been blasted back by the intense wind.

“D-did you just fucking fart on me?!” the villain screeched in anger, humiliated.

“Huh? What, sorry, I can’t hear you!” Helen replied sarcastically as she let out another titanic toot, again blowing her little victim with a deadly odor that stung the poor tiny’s eyes and nose as the rotten stench violated her senses and caused her to double over in gagging and retching.

Licking her lips again, Elastigirl pulled on the waistband of her tight suit and with great difficultly, began to pull it down around her wide hips and exposing her big bare bum to the world. Immediately, a gust of stuffy, hot air wafted into the area as the already-disgusted Eleanor coughed at the scent of swamp ass.

“Awe, is it stinky down there?” Helen giggled as she brought her victim closer to her giant, pale booty. “Yeah I haven’t washed this suit in a week, and I get good and sweaty while wearing it so I’m sure my butt is quite rank.”

“F-fuck you, I want my lawyer!” the Black Bride stifled through another gag, still fussing in the tight grip of the hand that was bringing her closer and closer to the oversized rear.

Ignoring the protests of her captive, Helen put a hand to one of her pillowy asscheeks and tugged it to the side, spreading her butt wide and exposing her deep, dank booty crack to the horrified eyes of Eleanor, including the dirty, unclean rosebud that lay in the middle. The inside slick with sweat and grime and accompanied by an even more heinous stench, the villainess began to scream bloody murder as she was rapidly brought to those soft cheeks and placed right between their squishy surfaces.

Clenching her butt, Elastigirl mashed Eleanor between her weighty globes, holding the tiny girl in place while she promptly tugged her stretchy, spandex pants up and over her huge hips (with great difficulty, of course), preventing all means of escape for the poor woman wedged tightly in that great ass.

Moaning in utter revulsion, the Black Bride’s world had gone dark as the tiny was sealed alive within Helen’s butt. The heavy asscheeks on either side of compressing her small body, feeling as if she was being squeezed between two constantly-closing walls, Eleanor began to take panicked, rapid breaths as she found that she couldn’t move an inch in those tight confines, though her fast breathing soon caused her to regret even opening her mouth.

Letting out a deep, throaty gag, the villain choked and wheezed on the thick, cloying air that polluted that small air pocket, the stench of unwashed ass and lingering farts forcing Eleanor into breath-stealing dry-heaving as the shrunken woman suffered in the super heroine’s sauna of a butt. Worse yet, a shimmy of Helen’s hips caused the immobilized tiny’s face to press against the giantess’ reeking butthole, triggering her to shriek with disgust.

“Mmm you’re right up against my shithole,” Elastigirl moaned, rubbing her vagina through the front of her costume, a domineering tone hanging in her voice. “This is a prison that a villain like you deserves! Oh- feels like the rest of my chili gas is right on time too…”

Leaning forward slightly, Helen giggled again as another guttural blast of gas was expelled from her thick butt, noisily squelching out of her deep booty and drenching the doll-sized girl between her cheeks in another noxious reek of fermented protein and spicy chili. Clutching her bloated stomach, the hero began rubbing her belly as she slowly began to massage her remaining farts out of her system.

“Ahhh there you go, take my farts,” Elastigirl moaned again, letting loose another barrage of her homemade bioweapon. “Take all of it, take all my shit.”

Eleanor screamed until her throat was raw, each searing wave roasting her tortured body and destroying her senses as their intolerable stench felt as if they were slowly driving her insane. Squirming and writhing as much as her trapped body could in the enclosed space, the villain had entered a full panic as each horrid blast remained trapped in that miniscule air pocket, with Helen’s tight costume ensuring that the farts were largely trapped in there right along with her. The added heat of the gas was also causing the super heroine to perspire quite rapidly, and revolting ass sweat slowly began to coat the tiny’s body which added to the misery.

“Mmmm well then, I was going to continue my patrol for the next 6-hours or so…” Helen sighed, slinging the shrink ray over her shoulder. “Then maybe I’ll take you home, but I’ll have to hide you from Bob somehow…”

“You fucking bitch! I’ll kill you when I get out of here!” Eleanor tried to screech, but the heavy buttcheeks sandwiching her prevented her from getting even half of that out. On top of that, the cloying smell had weakened the tiny considerably, and she was powerless to fight as the plump walls on either side of her began to rub and grind against the villainess while Helen started to walk.

“I know how I can hide you while I’m at home!” Elastigirl exclaimed as she snapped her fingers. “I can shove you up my ass, then wear you in my costume during the day! Mmm, I’ll have Bob whip up some of his sauerkraut franks when I get back, those give me some really pungent gas, so much so that he’ll usually sleep on the couch during the following night haha.”

Letting out another merciless barrage of toxic farts, each airy explosion drawing a new set of frantic squirming from the shrunken girl trapped within her ass, Helen began to make her way back to the city to continue fighting crime. The world’s greatest wedding villain, the Black Bride, meanwhile, was doomed to spend the rest of her existence serving Elastigirl as her personal fart-absorber/sweat rag, forced to take in fart after horrifically-putrid fart day in and day out, all while absorbing and becoming saturated in reeking sweat while deep in the super’s skin-tight costume. Each day would be an endless battle for survival, and Helen Parr would prove to show little mercy as she began to use Eleanor as a Human buttplug during the night…

To be continued (?)