Elizabeth story `The rest of the story`

More weeks passed. Through intense practice in
her apartment, Elizabeth Morris was becoming master of
her new elastic body. There were very few
accidental stretches, usually after a glass of wine, and she had yet
to find her own limits. She could flatten
out millimeters-thin or shift her mass so parts of
her body became giant-size. Changing size was a
no-go, however, since she still had that mass to deal
with, and any thoughts of inflating herself like a
balloon came to a quick end after she ordered a tank
of helium to test it out--yes, her body expanded
but it was painful for her lungs which were,after
all, bearing the brunt of the expansion. Still,she
had abilities far above and beyond those of
normal women. And she began using them with more
impunity.While in the months before, Elizabeth would
be horrified at the thought of using her powers any
more than she absolutely needed to, now they seemed
almost second nature to her. She even stood in front of
the mirror in her bedroom on occasion to test
herself,swelling one hand then the other, twisting her
middle without the top or bottom, even changing the
position of some body parts. Adjusting her shoulder
almost down to her hip, it was as though her arm
just sprouted from there. Likewise, she could move
her breasts up, down, and around her chest
without discomfort and they seemed natural. Freakish,
but natural. Her life at home changed as she
incorporated stretching into her routines. For starters, a lot more
got done in the way of cleaning now that she could
do it sitting down. She just let her upper
half wander to grab the implements and do the work
while she sat comfortably on the couch in the living room.
She also was able to write effortlessly with her
feet now, so she could finish her paperwork at home in
half the time, sitting cross-legged and stretching her
feet above the desk. By warping her toes, it was
like having four hands--extremely useful in other respects.

Elizabeth had learned to cook since she became
a shut-in. Of course, at first every meal took two hours
to prepare and left a mess that took another hour
to clean up. Everything went much
smoother,though, once she got over her hesitance to use her
new abilities. Cooking became as simple as sitting at
her kitchen table and stretching her neck, hands and
feet towards the counter--while her hands chopped
and measured, her feet worked the stove, stirring pots
and mixing ingredients--the head on the end of
her elongated neck keeping watch over it all.
Meanwhile,most of her body stayed planted right where she
left it, sitting on the chair while the miraculous
limbs worked ten feet away.She threw away her keys to
everything--her home, her car, file cabinets--everything.
Elizabeth simply didn�t need them anymore. Anytime she
wanted to open something, she pushed a part of her
body into the lock and let it find the correct
position for the tumblers before turning it. Usually,
she just discreetly used a finger to open things,
but occasionally she played around--utilizing her
tongue or, as she did on one lonely evening, a
swollen, elongated nipple pulled from under her blouse.
She even opened a door in her apartment once by
shifting her vagina upwards on her abdomen and
swallowing the doorknob inside it. After that, she
twisted inside of herself and the door clicked open,
sending a shudder of ecstacy through her entire
body.These days, Elizabeth spent most of her time at
home walking about in the nude. It slowly dawned on her how
much more she was stretching and how much
more comfortable she�d be without the clothes getting in the
way. All of her blinds stayed closed tight so
the neighbors wouldn�t notice and in time she just
stopped wearing her blouses, then skirts. Her
uncomfortable underwear having long ago been abandoned,this left her
totally as God made her. Elizabeth could not have been
happier. Besides, being naked allowed her to use
all of her body instead of just her arms and legs.
Her breasts and labia could stretch at her whim
and be employed usefully to balance atop or even
hold objects. In fact, the parts of her body that
Elizabeth never thought to use before became some of her
favorite stretches. Her ears, nose, and even her clitoris
all could extend outwards to do whatever she
wanted.Even as her control over her physical
abilities improved, her control over her public life nosedived.
The lawsuits over her accident were starting to
roll in, which forced Elizabeth to hire a lawyer.
While her insurance carrier would eventually be forced
to settle off the claims, for now they maintained
that she should be wholly responsible for all the damages.
She needed representation and representation
cost money. Money she was running out of.

Slowly, her hands began to expand and
flatten outwards. The palms fanned out until they were over
a foot across and perfectly circular, save for
the fingers that still extended out from them.
Elizabeth cupped the widened palms and stretched her arms up
to the second floor windows, slapping them against
the glass as hard as she could. She felt the air
push out from under her hands as they flattened
against the glass, forming perfect suction with each
hand. Elizabeth gave a small tug, and they held. She
grinned wildly as she pulled her naked body up to her
suction cup hands, performing the same trick on her
feet to turn herself into a living wallcrawler.
Covering two floors at a time with only four soft POPs
to betray her in each step upwards,
Elizabeth scampered up the building with incredible
ease.Throwing a re-formed foot over the side of the
roof,she immediately started looking for a vent inwards.
Sure enough, one presented itself. It was covered
in thick slats welded to the frame, the kind made
to prevent just this sort of break-in. They wouldn�t keep
Elizabeth out. She decided to have some fun and pushed
her pelvis through first, folding
herself backwards at the waist to slide through. The
slats massaged her chest on the way through, giving her
a shudder of pleasure before she noticed how filthy
they were. Ugh. So much for fun.She let go of her
concentration and simply oozed through the vent as a
formless blob, rippling the parts underneath her to
propel herself along. Knowing the layout as she did,
it didn�t take long to find the room she was
looking for--the secuirty closet for the executive
suites that transmitted all of the data from the
upper floors down to the main security
team downstairs. Pulling her nipple off her breast, Elizabeth
quickly got the padlocks on the circuit breakers and
routers off and she went to work deactivating the
security system without alerting the guards. A
minute later, she was bending over and pushing
her body underneath the door, regrouping on the other
side and hurrying to the CEO�s office. Not even
bothering with the dead bolt, she merely pushed through
the quarter-inch gap between the heavy glass doors. The CEO�s
computer sat on his desk, but that wouldn�t have what
she wanted. There was a safe behind the
portrait of Thomas Jefferson on the wall--that was what
she came for.Elizabeth got down on her knees and
flattened her face against the wall, inching upwards and
pushing her head behind the portrait so she could
check for a separate alarm system. A speck of dust
brushed her distorted eyeball, causing her
fully-formed body below to twitch for a second in surprise.
Satisfied that there was no alarm on the painting,
Elizabeth�s arms stretched up and removed the painting
from on top of her own flattened head.The
safe was easy to crack once she got her
fingers behind the dial--she stood there face to face with
all the information she would ever need to get rich.
For a second she felt exteremely indignant. How dare
they keep this stuff from people? Instead, the CEO
was hoarding data to make himself even wealthier. It didn�t
seem fair, and for a second she thought
of destroying it, but then she remembered why she was there.

She took five minutes to memorize as much as
she could, then replaced everything and made her way
back to the security closet. After putting everything
back the way it was, she reached up her arms and
slid through the air conditioning vent. Climbing out was
a bit more arduous than sliding in, but the ease
of another break-in kept her happy. So happy, in
fact,<br>that she didn�t even notice the security
guard patrolling the roof.Elizabeth spilled out onto the
tarpaper with a smile on her face, one that disappeared
quickly when she saw the beam of a flashlight thirty
feet away. The noise of her appearance caused the
guard to swivel the light instantly.�Who�s
there?�Elizabeth took off running, only a halfstep ahead of the
beam, trying to drastically reshape her features in
case it caught up with her. The edge of
the building came up on her pretty quickly and in
the millisecond she had to decide her fate, one choice became
clear. She dove off the top of the roof and began to
plummet.<br><br>The security guard ran to the edge of the roof
and watched what looked like a naked person
falling towards the pavement. What were they doing up here?
And why kill yourself?The person hit the
ground with a thud that echoed up to the roof. The
security guard immediately reached for his
radio.�Somebody get out to lot B now! Somebody just jumped off
the roof! Get out there now!�
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Elizabeth twitched. Oh my God, this hurts,
she thought. Up until now she wasn�t sure she could
be hurt. She was sure now. One eye creaked open to
see one of her feet over right next to her head. Off
in the distance, she could barely make out...was that
her arm? It had to have carried over twenty yards
with the impact. She tried to move it. Sluggishly,
it came to life and lifted off the ground. She
pulled her feet back around to where they were supposed
to be.Five hundred feet. I just survived a five
hundred foot fall onto concrete. She saw a red light
coming from over a nearby slope. It was time to get
out of here. She moved her legs to run, but they
weren�t working right. One leg was a couple of feet
longer than the other. Frantically,she tried to pull
herself together. It wouldn�t change. Then she noticed
that the side of her face that had flattened on
impact hadn�t changed back either. And one wrist was
bent back 270 degrees and wouldn�t straighten
out.Hopping on her shorter leg, Elizabeth dragged
herself into the bushes. She snatched up her clothes and
kept going as fast as she could, slipping and rolling
down a long hill to the main access road. She was
falling again, extra-long appendages flopping beyond
her ability to control them. Her mind was filled
with panic.God, please don�t let them have closed the gate.
I don�t know if I can get through like
this.Thankfully, the gate stood wide open and unattended<br>(the
guard probably went to get a good look when he heard
about a dead jumper). She dragged her leg
and scrambled onto the shoulder of the highway, still naked
and deformed. She pulled on a blouse, crying out
in pain as her wrist went through the sleeve.
Then she wrapped a long skirt around her
waist,tucking it tight.God...I need to get home....How
am I going to get home?
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She was approaching the car she had parked a
half-mile away from the office. She was surprised to find
that it hurt her greatly when she slipped her finger
into the lock to open her door. After such a trauma,
she figured, her whole body must be tensing up. Any elastic
feats were probably going to be painful for a while.
Still, she needed a few more before she was home
free. The car started compliantly. Elizabeth picked up
her stretched right leg and dumped it on the
passenger seat--she�d drive with her left. The trip home, with her
carefully obeying all the traffic laws to avoid being
pulled over, took almost an hour. She hid her face at
stop lights, pretending to rummage through
her glove box or back seat, and made it home
without incident. There was no doubt that Elizabeth would call in
sick the next morning, but she regretted it anyway.
She needed to know if there was any repercussions
of tonight�s adventure. For the moment, however,
all Elizabeth wanted to do was get into bed. Even
through the pain, it was only a few minutes before she
was fast
asleep. ---------------------------------------- The first thing she noticed when she awoke was
that her face was back to its normal shape, but covered
in the bright purple of a massive bruise. Ditto
her wrist and leg, but she could tell her wrist was
still more than just bruised. She fashioned a sling
for herself out of some dishtowels and put her arm in it.
There would be no doctor, she was certain of
that. When Elizabeth called in to tell the office she�d
be home sick, her co-worker Kate was dying to dish
some dirt. �Lizzie, they�re saying that someone jumped off
the roof last night!� That at least this much of
the story had spread to the office rank and file
was to be expected. Elizabeth played
along. �Our roof?� �Yeah. A security guard said that
he caught this naked person on the roof and they
just ran right off the edge! He saw whoever it was
hit the ground, but get this--when he got down
there, there was no body!� �There had to be a
body. Five hundred feet and you don�t just walk
away.� �Nope. Nothing.� �And they were
naked?� �That�s what he says.� �Man or woman?� �He
said it was dark, so he couldn�t
tell.� Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief. She wouldn�t
be identified by the guard. Now for the big
question. �Do they have any idea what the person was doing
up there?� �No, they actually think the guard might have
been crazy or seeing things or drunk...or something.
But there wasn�t even any blood on the
ground.� �Wow. Weird...� She was smiling when she hung up
the phone. Despite her injuries, everything had
gone off relatively well. The next thing Elizabeth
did was go online to her brokerage firm. Using the
internet and an anonymizer, she could invest under her
new identity without anyone having a clue who she
was.
The files she had rifled through last night
indicated that her company�s profits were going to come in
well ahead of their expected numbers. This, plus
some cost-cutting layoffs they would announce with the quarterly
report, would probably push the stock price up nicely
in the next couple of weeks. With
this information, she invested the few thousand she had
and hoped for the best. Out of commission for the
next few days at least, she figured, the next best
thing to do was find a new reservoir of information
to tap. The business pages were of some help, the
online broker�s site even more. Companies with new
products shrouded in secrecy, profit reports that could
go either way...with the right information, there
were a lot of ways to make short term investments
that were very profitable. All she needed to do was
get the information That would have to wait.
She was in no condition to go anywhere. Not only
could she not stretch, she could barely walk around.
For the first few hours, Elizabeth had the thought
that she had lost her powers entirely, but she
innately knew they had not left her. This was
apparently just what happens when an elastic woman
reaches her limits. And her limits, in this case,
entailed jumping off the roof of a five hundred story
building.
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She ended up taking three days off work. The
bruising faded relatively quickly from her face and even
her wrist felt a bit better, though she bought a
splint from a medical supply store to keep it immobile
a while longer. She was stretching again, but only
a little and only a couple times a day. The stock
that Elizabeth had bought was holding steady before
the quarterly earnings report on Monday, when it
would hopefully rise a few points.
Unfortunately, some of those cost-cutting layoffs that would
be announced might include her and her friends.
Though mostly out of her shell, she had a hard time
making eye contact with her co-workers knowing they may
all be out of work soon. There was one other
thing that was nagging at her all week
long--Maureen. The two of them had not spoken since their
brief fight over two months ago. Elizabeth wanted
to talk to her every day, but she didn�t know
what she would say. There was nothing going on in
her life that she could share, nothing Maureen
could know. Besides, in a few months Elizabeth would
be gone, living a new life with a different name.
Better to leave things as they were. Still, she
missed her. On the fateful Monday morning of the
quarterly report, Elizabeth went to her desk and
immediately checked her brokerage account. Sure enough,
since trading began in New York, the stock price had
jumped four dollars a share. That was a thousand
dollars above what she had the night before. Not
instant gratification, to be sure, but a good start
(and maybe she�d do one more bank job to get the
ball rolling a little faster). She told the broker
to sell if it went up
another half-point. This was going to take a while. She wasn�t looking
to get rich, but the money she had now wouldn�t
even cover a new security deposit and the first
month�s rent that she�d need when she moved. There had to
be a way to speed things up.

She would do another break in, this time at the
main offices of the online broker, get into their
system and just give herself more stocks. Unlike a
bank, which might notice large overnight cash
transactions on their computers, the brokerage had those kind
of orders constantly. She would have to set up
some other accounts under other false identities to
keep the SEC off her back, but that would be no problem.
Then, when she would be ready to slip away,
the accounts would be closed and wired offshore. By
the time anyone noticed something wrong, she�d be a
ghost. This was going to take a lot of research and a lot
of planning. Plus, Elizabeth wasn�t even up to a break-in
yet. Though the rest of her body had recovered
completely, the wrist she injured in the fall was still
not at a hundred percent. She flexed it
slightly--still tender. Elizabeth refused to go into another
building until everything felt perfect. There would be
no unecessary risks. She was startled out of
this thought by Kate, who had appeared out of
nowhere. �Hey, Liz!� �Oh. Hi, Kate. What�s up?� �A
bunch of us are going to get drinks after work.
Wanna come?� Elizabeth almost said yes. She
hadn�t socialized with anyone in months. The
isolation was killing her, but if she had one too many
and accidentally stretched.... �I actually had
plans tonight, but thanks a lot
for asking.� �Come on. You�ve been coming up with excuses
every single time I�ve asked you to do anything fun.
You hardly talk to anyone these days.� �I�ve had a
lot on my mind.� �Well, this will get you
right back into the group. What do you
say?� �I have plans...� Kate looked at her
expectantly. �...but I�ll cancel
them.�
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It turned out that most of the department was
there, including a bunch of people Elizabeth didn�t
even recognize. She ordered a glass of white wine and took a
seat next to Kate. Almost immediately, she
was approached by Frank Carter, one of the co-workers
from whom she had distanced herself since her
accident (although in Frank�s case, the accident was just
a useful excuse). �Look who�s here! Liz Morris,
been a while. Are you allowed to talk to us, or
this just a brief appearance?� �I can talk,
Frank. If I feel like it.� �Heard after your car
wreck you got sued by half the city.� �It
isn�t that bad.� It was a conversation she was
to have several times that evening. With a drink
in her hand, suddenly people found her
approachable again. After a couple glasses of wine she felt
like socializing, too. For the first night since
her accident, Elizabeth was having fun with other
people. She was laughing, gossiping, even flirting
with the guys.
One of them, a new account exec named Sean,
bought her another drink and settled down next to
her. �To tell you the truth, I had heard you kept
to yourself. Doesn�t look like it, though.� She
blushed. �I was in a car accident. After I got out of
the hospital, I didn�t really feel like company.� �Well,
sometimes, that�s the best thing to help you get
better.� �Not in my case.� �Huh.� Elizabeth
looked into his eyes. God, he was cute. She needed a
second to regroup. �Would you excuse me for a
second?� �Take your time.� She walked into the bathroom
and locked the door. Looking into the mirror, she
checked her makeup, then decided to make some
adjustments. A familiar tingle enveloped her breasts and
they began to swell inside her brassiere. Not too
much, not enough to strain it, but enough maybe to
notice. A little more on the hips, a little less in
the waist and she was through. Subtle, but
hopefully it would make an impression without tipping
him off to significant changes. Besides, she
thought with a giggle, if he has a different type in
mind I can be that later. That�s another advantage
to a rubber body. He was waiting for her when
she returned. The conversation was engaging,
though she could feel his eyes on her--the small
stretches had gotten his attention. She was very much
into him, though, as well. And the more comfortable
she felt with him, the more comfortable her
elastic body was feeling. She wanted to stretch all
the way around his body and totally surround him
in herself. No doubt about it, she was turned on
and on top of the world, until she felt the tingle
in her legs. Her eyes quickly darted down and
she saw her legs crossed--three times. They were
crossed at the knee and at mid-calf and at the ankle,
her foot still twirling flirtatiously. She was
unconciously stretching in public. Nobody had noticed yet, but she was
doing it. She pulled her knees apart and quickly
put down the wine glass. �I have to
go.� �Why? I�m having a great time.� �I am, too. I
just have to go home now. Sorry.� Elizabeth
dropped a couple of bills on the bar and bolted for
the door, tears welling in her
eyes. ----------------------- Her appearance at the bar caused a new flood
of visitors to her cubicle, everyone expecting the
warm, friendly Elizabeth who had so entertained the
night before. Instead they met a cold, stony silence.
She had gone to sleep crying into her pillow--that was
it, she could never be with anyone again. The
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