Elizabeth story

New Story - John Fossil (2001)
Here's a new story that I got via e-mail a few
days ago (I should check that account more often,
sorry). It's the continuation of the untitled story by
John Fossil over at Alter Boy's Flat Philes. If you
haven't read that story already you should before reading
this one. On another note, I'm loosening the content
restrictions on account of what some people are getting away
with posting at other transformation clubs. So here in
it's un edited glory is "The Rest of the Story".
Enjoy!<br><br>------------------------------------------------<br><br>Elizabeth walked into her bedroom and slipped off her
sweatshirt, then her sweatpants. She hooked her thumbs into
the waistband of her thong and pushed down,
stretching her wrists to the floor and curling the panties
to her feet. Elizabeth stepped out of them and
pulled her hands back to her sides.<br><br>Standing in
front of her mirror, she examined herself again. For
this one moment, she looked completely
normal--fantastic, even. It was hard to believe what this seemingly
normal body was capable of becoming. Even harder to
believe was the fact that with every elastic feat
Elizabeth felt not physical pain, but physical
pleasure...and what she wanted to feel more<br>than anything
right now in her isolation was pleasure.<br><br>She
pinched a nipple and felt the blood rush into it,then the
other. Rubbing at her breast, Elizabeth caught her left
nipple between her fingers and pulled. It came away from
her chest, a long thin strand three feet long. She
twirled it around her finger like a string.






New Story - John Fossil pt. 2
The sensation was incredible, sending a
shudder<br>through her whole body. Elizabeth�s back arched in
ecstacy, her neck stretching behind her with a flash of
thought. She felt the back of her head follow the curve of
her back down to her buttocks, her hair hanging into
her eyes.<br><br>She stretched her neck a bit further
to give herself enough slack to upright her head.
She stared at the back of her knees, which were
suddenly at eye level,then looked all the way up her naked
body and at her five foot long neck that attached at
the top. Her right nipple remained impossibly long,
hanging down between her legs.<br><br>Another quick
thought sent it back upward--even the retraction caused
her to pulse with pleasure. She set her legs apart
and ducked her head between, looking up at her sex
with longing. For a moment, she contemplated moving
her hands there, but she had another
idea.<br><br>Tenuously, she took a step towards the bed. Unsure how she
could balance with her head below her center of gravity,
Elizabeth simply did. Her steps were confident, and she
swiveled her long neck over her shoulder around to the
front of her body before sitting down on the bed. Then
she pulled herself onto her back and spread her legs,
not just a foot apart or two, but until her feet
pushed against the opposite walls of the room, fifteen
feet across. Her head hovered a few feet over her
torso for a moment--Elizabeth was taking all this in
slowly.<br><br>Her body was far more sensitive to touch than it had
ever been. Even the slightest wisps of air across the
elasticized areas of her body were causing waves of pins and
needles to wash over her. Even though shewas controlling
all of her body�s changes, Elizabeth could not
reconcile what she doing in her mind with what she was
seeing with her eyes. It was degrees past impossible,
but she could no more stop stretching<br>than stop
breathing. So she kept going.<br><br>With a devilish smile,
she pushed her tongue out from her mouth, stretching
several feet down until it touched a nipple, then made an
abrupt right angle until it touched the other as well.
It widened and lengthed at once, caressing her torso
and curling around her abdomen until wrapped
completely around her like a towel, writhing and pulsing in
a rhythm.<br><br>She watched, mouth agape in a
huge grin, as the end of her own tongue prodded from
behind and underneath her,searching between her legs and
pushing far into her sex.


New Story - John Fossil pt. 3
Her arms stretched out to the dresser in front of
her,her hands grabbing the sides of it, tendril fingers
gripping it from top to bottom, using it as leverage to
force even harder penetration. The tongue filled her
and explored within her for long minutes.<br><br>An
orgasm exploded inside of Elizabeth, and she lost much
of her control--involuntarily swelling her breasts
and twisting her legs into giants corkscrews. When it
was over, she went totally limp--a heap of flesh in
complete disarray, with freakishly long legs and arms
looping through each other in apparently hopeless knots
on the floor.<br><br>Still breathing deeply,
Elizabeth opened her eyes and took a long look at herself.
It was the best physical feeling she had ever had,
but this was the result. If anything, she was even
more removed from the human race. As she went about
the work of untangling her limbs, she wept for her
lost humanity.<br><br>One thing was certain,
however...Elizabeth definitely felt more
relaxed.<br>-------------------------------<br><br>Elizabeth Morris took over half an hour putting her body
back in order after an orgasm that had turned her,
almost literally, into quivering jelly. In the process,
she came face to face with every part of her body--at
one point she felt her navel graze her ear as her
abdomen wrapped around her neck. When she was finished,
she gingerly stood up and looked into the mirror.
Incredibly, her figure showed no sign of wear whatsoever, not
even a stretchmark.<br><br>Slowly, she pushed her
tongue out from between her<br>lips. Though it had done
most of the work of pleasuring her, it too was normal
again. Pushing the tears off her cheeks with the back of
her hands, Elizabeth got into her clothes hurriedly.
They fit a little differently than they had before and
she knew what that meant--despite her best efforts,
she�d never be exactly the same shape twice. Yet
another reminder of her condition.<br><br>Apparently,
while she had been in her bedroom enjoying herself, the
mail had delivered. A large pile of it was sitting
below the mail slot in the front door. Elizabeth saw
from down the hall and with a thought, stretched out
her arm to get it. Her elongated hand swept the
whole pile up easily before making a u-turn back toward
the rest of her body.




New Story - John Fossil pt. 4
It was all bad news, most of it from her
insurance<br>company. They were formally informing her that none of the
damage from her accident would be covered under her auto
policy. That opened her up to hundreds of thousands of
dollars in lawsuits from the truck driver, the chemical
company, the city, and all the residents who had to be
evacuated when she got rear ended by the chemical tanker.
Even if she was able to live a normal life, she�d be
broke for all of it.<br><br>Reading the notice, she
punched the wall in anger, her fist sounding only a dull
thud instead of a loud impact. Sure enough, it had
flattened in a formless smear on the wall. She pulled it
off, pissed off about all the time it would take to
fix it, but within a moment, it was back to shape.
Great--she was getting better at reforming herself. For all
the good it was doing her.<br><br>It was then she
decided--ready or not, it was time to go out.<br><br>Elizabeth
wanted to head downtown, but without a car it would take
forever. She could call Maureen for aride, she supposed,
but that would require answeringquestions she wasn�t
prepared to answer just yet. She figured to spend the last
twenty bucks in her purse on a cab.<br><br>It was
becoming apparent to Elizabeth that the more
self-conscious she felt about accidentally stretching, the more
likely she was to do it. Thinking about finally being
outside occupied her mind quite well--she never even
noticed how long she had gone between outbursts until a
taxi pulled up to her door forty-five minutes
later.<br><br>The ride was slowed by constant traffic, but arriving
downtown was like being in a new world. Even though she
had only been cooped up for a few days, Elizabeth
felt like she had just been released from jail. All
that time, a prisoner of her own body�s inability to
keep its shape, and now she was free. She smiled
brightly until a flash of her reflection in the rear-view
mirror showed a freakishly wide grin,extending far
beyond her ears. Quickly, she closed her mouth tight and
put her hands up to her face--just<br>in time for the
cab driver to do a surprised double take before
reasuring himself that everything was as it should
be.<br><br>She needed to get her mind off of her powers,
so<br>naturally she couldn�t.
New Story - John Fossil pt. 5

Elizabeth pushed the twenty dollar bill through
the bulletproof divider and got out before he could
give her the change. She did not want to risk physical
contact, just in case it triggered a new, possibly
extreme, reaction. Carefully shutting the door, Elizabeth
planned her first stop. If she was going to do anything,
even getting a cup of coffee, she needed to stop at an
ATM for some more cash.<br><br>A branch of her bank
was only a block away, and she covered the ground
quickly. The ATM was unoccupied--Elizabeth grabbed her
card out of her<br>purse and pushed it into the slot.
Punching in her code, she told the machine she wanted to
withdraw a hundred dollars from her account. There wasn�t
much more than that in there. Even if she returned to
work on Monday (a prospect she was dreading), her
paycheck would not even begin to pay for the accident
damage.<br><br>The machine thought about giving her the money
as<br>Elizabeth played with her sunglasses. She thought<br>about
how she was going to live--not just live, but
survive. The ATM spit out five twenties as she remained in
her reverie. It whirred for a full five seconds
waiting for her to take the cash. Finally, when it was
convinced she wasn�t going to do so, it began to take the
money back.<br><br>�No!�<br><br>Awakened by her
disappearing money, she threw her hand at the slot. Her
fingers snagged the bills at their edges and held
tightly, but the ATM remained determined. The door to the
cash slot shut on top of her fingertips, trapping them
inside. She was still holding onto the money, but could
not pull it out. She could get her fingers back, but
not her cash.<br><br>Frantic, she swung her head
around to find out if she could be seen. She felt the
familiar tingle as it made a full turn, leaving her with a
twist in her neck, but nobody was watching. Taking care
of the most obvious problem, she pulled her head
back in the other direction until the twist was gone.
Then she looked at her hand.<br><br>She moved her
fingers behind the door, further into the slot. Whenever
she encountered gears or parts, she merely stretched
around them. Soon, her fingertips deep inside the ATM,
she felt it. The reservoir of money--the stack of
bills waiting to be paid out--she was touching it. And
though she couldn�t get it out of the machine this way,
she knew with her new powers that she could get all
she needed. Later.<br><br>Elizabeth withdrew her
fingers from the slot, almost bumping into someone who
had gotten into line. She heard him calling behind
her as she walked away.<br><br>�Miss? You forgot your
card!�<br><br>She ignored him. Let the machine have it,
she<br>thought. She didn�t need it
anymore.<br>-----------------------------------------------<br>The idea of stealing was not one that would normally
appeal to Elizabeth. Certainly, she had always thought
of herself as being a virtuous person. She resolved
not to take it lightly, only taking what she needed,
only when necessary, and only when it wouldn�t hurt
somebody else. Small, insured, amounts from large banks.
If she did it right, it would be days before the
thefts would be discovered.


New Story - John Fossil pt. 6

Standing outside the bank, she knew that getting
in would be easy. The vents and the night deposit
slot were obvious, and she even thought about going
under the door (she didn�t know if she could become
thin enough to slide through, but she was learning to
expect the impossible). The problem would be making sure
she wasn�t discovered. Any camera that showed an
elastic woman would cause a sensation. Elizabeth had to
be careful that didn�t happen.<br><br>It took her a
few hours to formulate a plan. She hung out downtown
for a while waiting for the bank to close. It did,
the sun setting behind it as the cleaning crew went
to work. Elizabeth moved into the alley next to the
bank. She pulled a compact mirror out of her purse and
looked into it. Her face, young and beautiful, stared
back at her--she had to do something about that. Just
in case.<br><br>Squinting into the mirror, Elizabeth
imagined a new face for herself. Second by second, she
watched it become hers. Her nose lengthened, her chin
widened. When she was finished, the only thing her old
face had in common with her new one was hair color.
Now she had to hold onto it.<br><br>Then she looked
at her hands. It took another moment of
concentration, but slowly her fingerprints began to melt away. A
tingle deep inside told her the same thing was happening
to her feet. Elizabeth would leave no prints, would
not have her real face. She was a different person
entirely.<br><br>Keeping focus, she stretched her arm up to the fire
escape ladder of the building next to the bank. In
seconds, she was climbing to the top, covering six rungs
at a time with her rubber body. It took almost no
time at all to reach the roof.<br><br>Elizabeth looked
across the alley to the roof of the bank. It was a long
jump, over fifteen feet, and under normal circumstances
she wouldn�t try it. Normal, however, didn�t even
begin to describe her anymore. Instead, there was no
jump at all--Elizabeth stretched her legs below her
knees and casually stepped over to the other
side.<br><br>Now on the roof of the bank, she began to notice for
the first time how excited she was becoming. At last,
her elastic body had a purpose and it was responding
to her every command without question for the first
time. Standing over the outlet vent for the air
conditioning system, Elizabeth unbuttoned her blouse and
dropped her pants and thong to the tarpaper at her feet.
She took a deep breath, feeling the breeze<br>caress
her naked body. She bent over and stared<br>between
the slats of the grate down into the dark<br>vent.
Then she pushed.<br><br>Elizabeth�s skull bent in
order to slide between the slats until it popped out
the other side. Then she forced her shoulders
through, and her breasts, and her waist--soon enough, she
found herself slowly sliding down the vent.


New Story - John Fossil pt. 7
A little negotiation of the vents was needed
before she found the one she was looking for, right near
the ceiling of the bank, on the tellers� side behind
the glass shield. The cleaning crew was still
working, but they were packing up for the night. It gave
her time to locate all the cameras mounted on the
walls. <br>They were easy to spot. As soon as the last
cleaner left the building, Elizabeth pushed her fingers
out of the grate, carefully tracing the edge of the
ceiling, stretching them ten, fifteen, thirty feet around
the molding until they perched above the first
camera.<br><br>With intense concentration, she turned her
fingers<br>towards the machine and sent them, still hugging the
wall, to the wires connecting them to the system. A few
seconds later, and the red light on the camera dimmed. It
was useless.<br><br>One by one, she stretched her
fingers to the cameras and disconnected all of them. If
any image of her existed on the tapes, it was only
that of a pair of vague snaking cables crawling along
the ceiling. Not the two fingers of a woman whose
body could contort to any length or form. She felt
safe enough to crawl from the vent.<br><br>Oozing
through the grate, she fell harmlessly fifteen feet to
the floor, landing in a heap before straightening to
her full height. She went to the first locked money
drawer, pushing her index finger into the lock until she
felt the tumbers click inside. Then she caused her
finger to twist. The drawer popped open
compliantly.<br><br>She sampled bills from each drawer, leaving the bait
money at the bottom, being careful to avoid any dye
packs. It only took a few minutes before she had a small
stack of cash that would be sufficient to satisfy her
needs for weeks. Splitting up the stack into shorter,
flatter piles, she reached below her waist and gently
opened herself up. <br><br>A charge went through her
body, reminding her of the orgasm that first awakened
her to the possibilities of being an elastic woman. A
further thought caused her sex to widen enough for her to
slip a teller�s small plastic bag inside. With some
help from Elizabeth, the bag became a waiting
receptacle. Then she reached inside herself and planted the
small piles of money deep within her body, carefully
arranging them for the next leg of her trip.<br><br>When
all the money was inside her, Elizabeth reached up
and once again stretched through the grate into the
air conditioning vent. The money inside of her, which
could not stretch like her body, caught at first.
However, she was able to manipulate her body both outside
the vent and within herself in order to allow it to
pass through.<br><br>It took another ten minutes to
replace the camera wires and ten more after that to
stretch back up the airshaft, but she slipped out feeling
totally elated. She made it in and out without being
discovered, carrying thousands of dollars inside herself. It
was by far the biggest test she had given her new
body, and it had passed with flying colors.

New Story - John Fossil pt. 8
She slipped on her clothes and stepped back
across the alley to the building next door. Still
wearing the different face, she stepped over a couple of
other roofs until she was a few blocks from the bank.
Then she scampered down a fire escape and looked for a
taxi.<br><br>It was a few minutes before one appeared, but it did
and she climbed inside, asking to be taken to a
grocery store a few blocks from her apartment building.
When the cab pulled up to the curb, she realized with
embarrassment that she had not removed any of the money from
the bag inside of her. Instead, she pled poverty to
the understanding driver--if only he
knew...<br><br>As the cab pulled away, Elizabeth relaxed and let
her natural features return to her face. The walk
home was quick--the streets deserted, her strides
became longer and longer until she covered fifteen feet
with each step of an elongated leg. When she got back
to her apartment, she tore off her pants and pulled
the plastic bag of money from within
herself.<br><br>She stood there for a few minutes, bottomless,
staring at the bag of money. Now it was just a matter of
seeing if the robbery was discovered and reported.
Hopefully, it would be neither.<br><br>She was nearly
bursting with pleasure. She had to<br>tell someone--not
about her powers or even the robbery, but about how she
felt. She picked up the phone and called
Maureen.<br><br>�Liz! I�ve been calling all day. Where have
you<br>been?�<br><br>�I�ve been out. I can�t believe how much better
I<br>feel. You know, I think I�m ready to go shopping for a
car...�<br><br>Elizabeth Morris ended up purchasing a new Toyota<br>sedan
to replace the one that had been totalled in the
accident that gave her incredible elastic powers, an
accident that was clearly her fault. For this reason, a
new car was the only favor she could expect to
receive from her insurance company, one that would cost
her in obscenely increased rates for years to
come.<br><br>There was good news, however. In the two days since she
tested her stretching abilities by stealing from a bank,
there had not been any notice in the local papers or
television. She even had returned to the scene of the crime
to see if there was any investigation. There was
not. It filled her with confidence--as long as she
didn�t get greedy, Elizabeth felt like she could
continue to supplement her income like this without
incident.<br><br>The purchase of the car had been quick. Elizabeth and
her best friend Maureen went shopping and bought the
blue Celica on the same day. For some reason, it
appeared to Maureen that her friend was extremely on edge.
She didn�t like being in rooms with lots of people,
and even when they were alone Elizabeth kept watching
her like a hawk. It was like she wanted to make sure
of what Maureen was doing at all times. However,
when Maureen asked her about it, Elizabeth<br>insisted
that there was nothing wrong.

New Story - John Fossil pt. 9

They drove the car home slowly, Elizabeth being
understandably cautious after her last experience behind the
wheel. They pulled up next to Maureen�s parked Chevy,
but Maureen didn�t want to leave without a serious
talk.<br><br>�Can I come inside?�<br><br>Elizabeth was clearly
hesitant.<br><br>�Uh...sure. The place is a real mess though.�<br><br>�I don�t
care.�<br><br>They stepped into the apartment and Maureen got a soda
from the fridge.<br><br>�There�s something wrong with
you, Liz. Maybe you�re still feeling the accident, but
ever since you got out of the hospital, you�ve been
avoiding me and avoiding talking about the crash. You can
barely make eye contact.�<br><br>�I�m sorry. I know. But
I�m in a lot of trouble. <br>The insurance company
isn�t going to pay for any of the cleanup or for the
truck. I can�t even afford the deductible. I�m flat
broke. I�m afraid to go back into work tomorrow.
Plus...�<br><br>�Plus what?�<br><br>�Nothing. I�m under a lot of
stress.�<br><br>�This is what I�m talking about. Who can you talk to if
you can�t talk to me?�<br><br>Elizabeth wanted
desperately to avoid this. She should never have invited
Maureen inside, but she had, and now Maureen was asking
questions she could never answer. Indeed, even now, she
could feel her body betraying her.<br><br>Her hands
were getting the old tingle back, and Elizabeth threw
them behind her back to try and hide any changes. She
felt her chest begin to swell a bit--hopefully,
Maureen didn�t notice. It was horrifying to her that even
after the miracles she performed with precision in the
bank, she still could not control herself. The anxiety,
unfortunately, was only making things worse. Maybe if she told
Maureen, she could relax.<br><br>As soon as the thought of
sharing her secret came into her head, she pushed it out.
No way. She could never expose her best friend to
that kind of risk. Plus, Maureen would almost
certainly want her to submit herself to doctors for testing
and Elizabeth would never allow herself to become a
guinea pig. Her secret would remain a
secret.<br><br>�I...can�t.�<br><br>Maureen stared at her in disbelief.<br><br>�Then I can�t
be your friend.�<br><br>She spun quietly and made
her way to the door, never looking back, not even
after she got into her car and pulled away.<br><br>A
crying Elizabeth Morris sat on her kitchen floor,
friendless. Since getting these new powers, life had been one
misery after another. In addition to the physical
abnormalities, the ability to change forms had caused her to
abandon her ethics and driven away the one true friend
she had. There had to be a way for her to live like
this. But every time she tried to think of it, she
Couldn�t.




New Story - John Fossil pt. 10

A month went by. Elizabeth went back to work,
though constantly terrified of accidentally stretching
in front of her co-workers. She requisitioned new,
higher walls for her cubicle and stayed behind them
every minute she was at work. It didn�t take long
before the physical barriers she erected started to
affect her relationship with her co-workers. At first,
they tried to stay friendly, but soon the visiting
grew more and more infrequent before stopping
altogether--Elizabeth thought she heard snickering behind her
back.<br><br>The bulk of her job could be handled at her desk,
thankfully, and meetings were brief. In every one,<br>she sat
with her back to a corner and never, ever moved. Her
mind was on a single track at all times, as it had to
be, but Elizabeth took other measures as
well.<br><br>She wore a one-piece bathing suit under her
clothes--like her old panties they rode up on her, but it was a
good way to prevent her midsection from straying too
far. Even so, she knew that in a moment of panic, the
suit would give before her body
would.<br><br>Elizabeth�s routine at home changed drastically as<br>well.
She had groceries delivered instead of shopping, ate
in every night instead of going to restaurants, and
kept the window shades down at all times. She had
turned herself into a shut-in, and though it kept her
safe, she was miserable in her new life.<br><br>Every
night when she returned from work Elizabeth went
through a workout designed to give her more control of
her body. She set up an obstacle course in her living
room that she curled various body parts around. She
also spent much of her time testing exactly what
having an elastic body meant.<br><br>For one thing,
Elizabeth discovered how thinly she could flatten her body.
By practicing nightly, she found that she could
easily cover the surface area of the living room. She
could flatten out the lower half of her body and fold
it like an article of clothing,easily slim enough to
slide under a door or into a purse. The bank was a
test, but further experimenting proved that there
weren�t many places that Elizabeth could be kept out
of.<br><br>Even if she ran into an airtight seal, she could force
herself into any lock mechanism and come out the other
side. It might take a while to stretch through so tiny
a space, but she could do it. That was a discovery
she made one night idly sipping a soda in front of
the TV. She looked at the drinking straw she was
holding with a new curiosity... Five minutes later, she
was stripping her clothes off in the middle of her
living room. She peered into the straw, only a few
millimeters wide, closed her eyes--and pushed. Her nose went
through first, but extremely slowly. Elizabeth had a lot
of mass to push through the straw, but she kept
going. Her vision warped as her face went in, though her
powers enabled her to make sense of the new alignments.
After a couple minutes, her chin popped out the other
side, leaving her with a literal pencilneck.

New Story - John Fossil pt. 11

The sensation was incredible. By all rights, her
head should not have been able to balance on such a
thin strand. For some reason, however, it did. Her
body was able to support and balance in every new
configuration she could distort her shape into. The straw
should have been destroyed as well, easily bursting
under the pressure, but because of Elizabeth�s control
it did not.<br><br>One shoulder followed, then
another, then her breasts. By the time she went through to
her waist, Elizabeth was already exhausted, the
strain of the exercise taking its toll. However, after a
short rest on the couch with her calves in the straw
(with both her feet dangling out the other side,
Elizabeth wiggling her toes in amazement), she finished.
<br><br>So, she had the ability to go anywhere undetected.
She could go through any door, any slot no matter how
thin. Though she couldn�t become any complicated shape
or change her color, she could be the best thief in
the world. She knew it.<br><br>The temptation was
bothering her. It was true, she<br>could take whatever she
wanted (and she was certainly desperate when she stole
from the bank) but Elizabeth couldn�t continue to live
like that. Still, her creditors were harassing her for
more money every other day. How long would it be
before she was forced to do something illegal again? She
tried not to think about it.<br><br>One thing that was
on Elizabeth�s mind this night was loneliness. The
last boyfriend she�d had was almost a year ago, and
without her best friend there really wasn�t anyone she
could talk to. That was what weighed on her more than
anything--she had these amazing powers and abilities that made
her feel awful, but she had no one to lean on or in
who she could confide.<br><br>Ironically, in the
absence of companionship, what Elizabeth did have was a
body that was seemingly built for sex. Also the
subject of great experimentation, she found that if she
could imagine a position, she could stretch into it.
Twisting underneath her own body one night and stretching
her fingers, she was able to take herself from
behind. She was able to expand or contract her sex as
desired to take in a finger or, as on one occasion, her
entire bedpost. While it was wonderful to be able to
give herself orgasms at will, Elizabeth could not help
but imagine a partner to share this with. Instead of
making her feel better, sex just made her feel more
lonely than
ever.<br><br>-----------------------------------------------<br><br>That's it, I hope you all enjoyed the story and remember
to thank "John Fossil" for his contribution. Hmmm,
how about RubberMaid trying to stop Elizabeth as she
robs another bank. Who'd win? Any thoughts? Thanks
Reno.