Elastic Girl Body suit story Main 1 Anons

4:48 P.M-two hours after contact with Pete
	“Hey! You fucker!” a burly blue uniformed clad man yelled behind me as I ran at break neck speeds down the main street, my lungs feeling like they are on fire but the legs feel as fine as rain, but I know these fuckers are going to hurt tomorrow after I get rid of this pig. “You shit! Stop right now!” the man yelled. “I’ll shoot ya in the leg!” his screams were silenced by a loud thud. I look back for a second and the poor bastard ran directly into a pole. “Ha, serves you right jerk.” I yelled at him. Quickly with the limited amount of time bought I ran like hell. Turning corners, dodging the crowd looking for a fenced alley till I hit one covered by a green fence in which I so eagerly with what energy I had left hopped landing straight on my scrawny ass.
	Too tired to even get up fully I rest my back against the fence, breathing hard; knees feel like they’ve taken a wrench to them. All I could do is admire the trash can and fire escape alley ways and brew over my fuck up. Pete set me up, those spots were watched by blue coats in disguised; the woman I tried to scam pulled out a badge and revolver and all I could do was run, thinned them out to that stubborn cop. No, Pete can’t screw me like that! Unless he thinks he can take advantage of my short size and frame he’s in for another surprise! Taking in the environment some more there's a clear exit through the broken fence on the other side, this is a relief. Mustering what energy I have left I get up and even removed my shirt; damn thing is heavy with sweat why bother weighing myself down.
	The cool air touches my sweat covered scrawny frame and I moved forward, either to confront Pete or go into hiding; honestly it can’t get worse so might as well confront Pete and face the music.
	“Stop right there, criminal!” a deep but feminine voice suddenly emitted behind me, my stomach dropped and every muscle tightened, a shot of natural adrenaline made me want to run but I couldn’t, either out of fear or just tiredness. On impulse my body turned around, heart now making roommates with my stomach at the sight of the pear shaped blue leotard clad blond heroine wearing long black gloves, boots and a mask covering her eyes. “I saw everything you did!” the sturdy heroine yelled, pounding her hefty chest covered by stretched fabric of the leotard. “You can come peacefully with me to the police station or get beaten up and dragged there by me, Elastic Girl!” she yelled chest puffed out more than it needed to be.
	With my body moving unconsciously to face Elastic Girl I really don’t have much of an option; maybe talk my way out of this? “Elastic-girl! You’ve caught me! But look at you so strong and me so thin and weak! There are these guys who forced me to do this! Please spare me.” I pleaded, hoping my words of would penetrate that masked head of hers, she tapped her gloved finger on her chin thinking swaying her hips before eyes locking on me again, despite her only being half an inch taller than me stare made me feel...small. “No, my mom...Rubber Girl says that I have to take criminals to the police.”  She said with a frightening amount of glee. “Now are you coming with me or not, thief?!”
		Pondering and evaluating the situation. It’s either possible be killed by Pete or get my ass kicked and land in jail, or I somehow kick her ass and actually get out of here. Screw it. “Get fucked, fascist!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, don’t know why fascist came to mind. Her expression sent a message that there was hope for my reaction, stretching her foot out towards my head I ducked, air breaking near the my ear, quick sidestep she kicked again, barely weaving passed her flying foot I hear the impact of it against one of the tin garbage cans. “What's wrong, Elastic Girl! Too slow from all the bottom-top weight haha!” feeling confident.
	Irritated she stopped the long kicks, and tried the 1-2-3 punching combos with her stretched arms, a lot more difficult to dodge, the rubber of the gloves scraped the skin of my face.  She’s getting too fast and the adrenaline is wearing off, pushing back till I feel the lid of a tipped over tin garbage can, the lid! It’s a shield! I thought aloud barely dodging another punch dipping down nabbing the lid. Her punches stopped long enough for me to get in a shield and sword stance. Seeing her wind up a punch only one word rung in my head from playing that weird game where you collect souls: “parry”. She sent her fist firing like a buck shot, heart racing my arm holding the tin shield swung *bam* rang off the damn thing.
	Everything slowed down as her fist ricochet perfectly back at her, making impact with her face. A punch so hard there wasn’t even a flinch. She staggered, “W-what...?” was all she got out before falling completely flat on her face.
	Heart still racing I dropped the tin shield now dented inwards, looked behind me towards the empty street flat outside the alley, back to the passed out heroine. “No fucking….” I stepped closer to the knocked out heroin. Energy filled my drained body. “No fucking way that worked haha!” I yelled jumping up and down. “I’m gonna make you pay Elastic-girl with your body!” I yelled again unsure if that will happen…..

End of Elastic girl 1