Comm: Mirage's Elastic Awakening

Summary: Following the events of The Incredibles, Mirage injects herself with a vial of Elastigirl's DNA, giving herself incredible elastic abilities. A comm for Ninten.

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Mirage had turned a new leaf, but that didn't mean she had escaped the consequences of her actions. Conspiring with Syndrome, a through-and-through supervillain, along with conspiring to murder numerous supers as part of Operation Kronos, gave her a track record that she would never escape. Collaborating with agents from the Super Relocation Program and arranging a plea was enough to keep her out of prison, but she'd likely be stuck on house arrest for the rest of her life.

...Not that she was planning to honour those terms. She had to have acted quickly to make it back to, and then back from, Nomanisan Island, before the renovators and investigators completely swamped the island. She had to recover a specific concoction she had developed during her time on Nomanisan Island—a personal curiosity she had to keep secret even from Syndrome.

In a hidden compartment at a secret computer console (well, not secret for much longer, if Mr. Incredible was going to blab about it to the feds), there was a vial containing a bright-orange liquid. The label on it read "PARR, HELEN"... the mild-mannered alter ego of the incomparable Elastigirl.

The elastic superheroine's genetic profile, distilled into a syringe pointed directly at Mirage's neck... it was the culmination of years of work. And now, it was so tantalizingly close...

Mirage bit her lip, and plunged the tip of the needle into her skin. She squeezed, injecting the concoction until there wasn't a drip left. Her body quaked in anticipation; she closed her eyes, trying to trace the sensation of her body, to feel for the serum coursing through her blood veins.

"Yes..." Mirage murmured. "I can feel it. I can feel it changing me, turning me into- NGH!"

Mirage's entire body tensed up as she collapsed onto her bed, her manicured fingernails digging into the bedsheets. It felt like her entire body was on fire, like a thousand razor-sharp knives were stabbing at her from the inside! She twisted and writhed, feeling as though her body was about to tear itself apart... which wasn't too different from what was happening, in reality.

The serum was bonding to her DNA, bonding to her myriad body parts. Her organs, her bones, her veins, all surrendered to a wave of change, her skin changing to assimilate the rest of her body. She pressed a hand to her buxom, feeling for her racing heart, its rapid beating rocking her entire body. She felt it weaken, ebb away, and then stop entirely... yet still she breathed, out of reflex.

Another sharp pain rocked her. She arched her back, gnashing her teeth as she tried to strip herself down to her undergarments. She didn't notice, her eyes closed tightly, as her back spinelessly curved; she struggled to slip her rapidly elongating arms refused to retreat back into her sleeves; her high heels clattered to the floor near the foot of the bed, her rapidly elongating toes wriggling free and splaying across the carpet, as her legs stretched, heaping into piles.

"I-I... can't breathe..." She whimpered, her throat growing tight as her neck elongated, twisting itself into a knot. It was dangerous to inject herself with no supervision, but it was a risk she had to take. Her vision grew foggy as exhaustion took hold of her. The sound of her rapidly elasticizing body squeaking against itself was the last thing she heard before she passed out...

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Mirage, thankfully, did not die during those perilous moments. She stirred awake some time later. She wondered briefly if that had all been some strange and horrible dream, had it not been for the peculiar soreness and achiness that pervaded her entire body.

She blinked her eyes, trying to focus her blurry vision. She gasped quietly at the state of her bedroom: it was a mess! Framed paintings and photographs knocked ajar, some fallen to the floor... she spotted a lamp knocked to its side across the room. She grimaced, reaching across the room to adjust the picture frame.

"...!?"

Mirage blinked, pausing as she gawked at the sight of her arm extending effortlessly across the room. She felt the slightest pinch of tension as her elbow melted away, the boneless limb arcing gently through the air. Her fingers trembled as she slightly shifted the acrylic painting, just right.

And then, just as effortlessly, her arm retracted back to its regular proportion. She turned her palm towards her, flexing her fingers. Had the serum worked its magic on her??

"Oh my gosh..." She muttered breathlessly to herself. She had to look at herself in a mirror. She practically sprang off the bed and onto her feet...

...only to have her legs, now decidedly less solid, collapse underneath her. She grunted as she fell to her knees, seeing her ankle twisted and her knee bent backwards. She didn't feel any pain, though...

Mirage grunted, lashing her arm around the bedframe to pull herself back to her feet, getting her legs back underneath her. She bounced on her heels, carefully testing her weight. She paced over carefully to look over herself in the mirror.

She looked the same as she ever was, though her snow-white hair was a bed-ridden mess. The serum didn't change her spindly bodytype much—Mirage's disappointment reflected clearly in the mirror—but she couldn't be too upset if she had gotten incredible superpowers as part of the deal.

"Interesting..." She murmured to herself. She flexed her arm, watching in the mirror as she was capable of looping her arm around herself over and over, like a helix spiral. "I'll have to experiment with this somehow..."

Her attention turned to the state of her bedroom, and decided that it would be best to attend to that first. She extended both her arms to opposite sides of the room, carefully coordinating her ropey limbs to prop everything back up. They arced through the air and met at the bed, where they fluffed up her pillow and straightened her bedsheets. And then they zipped back to her sides, her body tingling with energy excitedly.

She bounced on her heels. In her privacy, it was difficult for her to contain her excitement, and the sound of her elastic body squeaking certainly didn't help. She always had admiration for the Supers of the glory years, and initially joined up with Syndrome to try and make everyone super... but he turned out to have very different ideas of what that entailed, and it was all she could do to stay quiet and loyal long enough to protect herself.

But her transformation was proof positive of a new age, that anyone could become a Super! She couldn't run out and begin to fight crime right away, but she could cultivate her skills at home. Besides, she was curious as to how Helen Parr lived life as a normal, everyday citizen, keeping her powers secret.

She hurried out of the room and out into the rest of her impressive mansion. Overlooking a sprawling, spiralling staircase spanning several storeys, she wrapped her arms around the railing and flung herself down to the foyer, leaping twenty feet down. She knotted her hands tightly as her arms extended and, tensing up suddenly, she swung over to the wall, kicking her feet upwards to run up the side as she carried her momentum. Once she felt herself falling away, she whooped and kicked away, releasing her grip from two storeys up as she landed squarely on the ground.

She stretched her arms upwards towards the ceiling, splaying her palms along the ceiling, her hands embiggening as she reached. She carefully retracted her arms while elongating her legs, swinging her hips in a broad circle to show off her new abilities, giving the impression that her actual height wasn't shifting at all. In a matter of moments, her head brushed against the ceiling, buoyed by legs that spanned entire storeys. She wondered how far she could stretch... she'd have to construct a machine to test the limits of her abilities.

She cupped her hands together, focusing on adjusting her body. The gaps between her fingers sealed up as her hands rounded out, forming into odd suction-cups. She pressed and relaxed, smirking to herself as they held firm; she kicked her legs up, rapidly retracting them as her feet formed into similar suction-cup shapes. As they slammed and pressed against the ceiling, they held firm as well. Mirage carefully popped one free, pressing it again; she found she could clamber across the ceiling!

"Incredible... This body is so versatile." Mirage smiled. "And to get down, I need only... aha."

Right, Elastigirl performed a similar maneuver to end up on Nomanisan Island; Mirage released her grip and stretched her body wide and flat in all directions. She gasped, delighting at the sensation of the slightest breeze from the air conditioning causing her lightweight body to flutter. She swished back and forth, like a piece of paper, before gently landing to the ground.

She flopped her flattened legs, briefly coiling her body into a roll, before relaxing. Her body wobbled as she raised her waist upwards, now paper-thin, as she staggered awkwardly onto her feet. A stiff breeze would blow her over in this state. She brought her thumb to her mouth, and puffed, causing her body to inflate with definition, filling out as her two-dimensional form regained its third dimension.

...Her elastic body popped back into shape, though perhaps a little curvier than before. She admired her bust and hips, her cheeks flushing. This was more of the physique she was hoping for when she had injected herself with the serum, integrating her DNA with Elastigirl's. But rationality prevailed as she massaged her buxom.

"Best not cause a scene, or arouse suspicion... among other things~" Mirage chuckled, coaxing them to their previous size. She rubbed her hips and slimmed her lower body in turn. She'd need more time to fully acclimate herself to her new, superhuman abilities... at least, before she'd ever think of going out to fight crime herself.