Super Suit

Deep in the bowels of Edna Mode's secret laboratory, Helen stands behind a dressing screen trying on a new super suit design.  Edna, having many minions to model her designs at her disposal, doesn't really need Helen per say.  She does, however, have ulterior motives.

Helen: Wow, you've really outdone yourself this time, Edna.  Aside from the boots and gloves, this new form-fitting suit feels like I'm not wearing anything at all.  But, uhhh...

Edna:But, nothing.  Come, come.  Let us see, darling!

Helen:Ummm, I think there's something wrong with it.

Staring up at the ceiling as to avoid eye contact, Helen steps from behind the screen.  Wearing little but a pair of black latex opera gloves and matching thigh-high boots, Helen covers her breasts and nether regions with her hands, blushing a deeps shade of crimson.

Helen: I...  I think it's broken.  Is there like, a gizmo...or a remote...or some kind of button to push?  I thought the purpose of an invisibility suit was to make -me- invisible?

Holding her chin with her thumb and forefinger in a contemplative gesture, Edna paces around Helen. 

Edna: Hmmm...

Eyeing her from head to toe, Edna runs her fingertips around Helen's hip, and then down into the crease between her thigh and butt cheek, giving her cheek a gentle squeeze.  Edna stifles the urge to grin as a wide-eyed Helen tenses up.

Gliding her hand across Helen's other cheek, Edna continues to circle.  Running her hand up and over Helen's hip bone, Edna stops in front of her.  Looking over her glasses, Edna runs the back of her fingertips down Helen's thigh, flips her hand to one side, and then returns upwards along the opposite inner thigh.  Edna seemingly takes no notice as Helen visibly shivers all over.

Looking up, Edna purses her lips as she squints behind her huge, thick glasses as if concentrating on some minute detail.  Reaching up, she grabs the underside of Helen's breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze.

Helen: W-well, is it...?  Is it broken?

After an overly long and awkward moment, Helen clears her throat.  Edna turns and walks away, waving one hand in the air with a dismissive flourish.

Edna:Nonsense, darling.  Your -daughter's- new suit is perfect!

Original Sketch by Roger Bacon

Colors and Edits by Philllipthe2