Elizabeth story 2 Revelation

Elizabeth Morris arrived by car in Montreal on a
clear September day: sunny, cool, perfect. She had an
appointment with senior management of Bombardier, a
Montreal-based aerospace company. Her colleague on staff of
Terradyne Corporation in New York had taken ill and
Elizabeth was the only manager senior enough to represent
the company at the meeting and finalize contract
details on the purchase of a new fuel cell formula. She
begged not to go, but senior management could find no
health reason for her not to. It was her job. And they
told her in no uncertain terms if she couldn't do it,
she should tender her resignation and search for
other employment elsewhere.<br><br>The drive through
New York state through to Ottawa then onward to
Montreal was actually a pleasure. True, it was really a
two day drive to make it comfortable, but her bosses
gave her a week to be back in New York. The tree
leaves were just turning colour and the view was great.
<br><br>Arriving in the city in the late afternoon, she checked
into a hotel not far from McGill University, showered,
then headed off again by car to a mall to
shop.<br><br>Henri Ibert lounged against a pillar in the mall
casually licking a chocolate-covered ice cream cone from
the Laura Secord shop. Happening to look up, who did
he see but Elizabeth Morris come out of the parking
lot door and drop her keys. He almost turned away
until he saw her bend over to pick up the keys. Only
someone seeing her at precisely that moment could see her
fingers stretch unusually long to pick up the keys.
Elizabeth straightened up with a momentary embarrassed look
on her face then started walking.<br><br>Henri
reacted. Throwing away the rest of the ice cream cone, he
secretly followed Elizabeth until she was relatively free
from the throng of shoppers--heading for an exit
door--and finally Henri made his move. He caught up to her
and said, "Excuse me, miss, could I speak to you?"

Elizabeth looked at this young man whose English
had a slight French accent and
swallowed.<br><br>"Yes? Have I done something wrong?" she said in the
slight drawl of New York/New England accent.<br><br>"I
would like to know something. Do you have a
minute?"<br><br>"No, I really have to be going. I'm
sorry."<br><br>"Perhaps you would like to explain yourself to the Surete
de Quebec, then? The RCMP perhaps? Or even
CSIS?"<br><br>Elizabeth began to shake in nervousness. The RCMP she knew
of. The others, she didn't.<br><br>"Are you from out
of town?" Henri continued. "Your accent is...New
York?"<br><br>"Yes, I'm just in for a few days."<br><br>"Ah. Then to
explain. The Surete de Quebec is what you would call the
state police. RCMP, the federal police. CSIS: well,
they deal with threats to national
security."<br><br>Elizabeth smiled nervously. "What do you
want?"<br><br>Henri pulled himself up to his full height and looked
non-plussed in Elizabeth's face.<br><br>"What do I WANT?"
Henri said imperiously. "I want..." long pause..."a
coffee with you."<br><br>Elizabeth only stared blankly
at Henri while the latter slowly burst into a smile
then a warm growing laugh.<br><br>"Come on, cherie,
I'll buy," Henri said, and still laughing, said, "If
only you could see the look on your face," as he
gently led Elizabeth to a Second Cup coffee shop.

Tucked into a corner booth, Henri with a hot
chocolate with lots of whipped cream, Elizabeth with a
double espresso (for her nerves), Henri was still
smiling as he spoke.<br><br>"Now, first of all, perhaps
we can be introduced. My name is Henri Ibert. My
friends call me Hi. I am a student at McGill. And you
are?"<br><br>"Elizabeth Morris."<br><br>"And how are you,
Elizabeth?"<br><br>"Fine."<br><br>"You do not look fine, cherie. You look very stressed.
And that espresso will only make your nerves more on
edge. You need to relax."<br><br>"I can't
relax."<br><br>"You are a busy person? Where do you
work?"<br><br>"Terradyne in New York. I'm seeing Bombardier here in
Montreal in a couple of days."<br><br>"I see," said Henri,
nodding sagely. Now, becoming more grave and quiet, he
said, "Perhaps you can tell me how you...picked up your
keys?"<br><br>Elizabeth started quivering, working desperately to keep
under control. Henri had seen her stretch her fingers
inadvertantly.<br><br>"I...I don't know what you mean...." she
stammered.<br><br>"It's all right, cherie," said Henri. And he leaned
over almost to her face and said in a low voice,
"Because I can do it too."<br><br>A growing sense of
anguish and incredulity filled Elizabeth's face. Was
Henri joking? Or was he a conman?<br><br>"If you'll
accompany me to my apartment, I can prove it," continued
Henri with a serious face.<br><br>All Elizabeth wanted
to do was bolt and run, but she had already told
Henri she was going to meet the staff of Bombardier.
Henri could call the police and make trouble for her.
She didn't want that. Maybe Henri wanted to rape
her.<br><br>Henri was not blind and could see her hesitation. "I
can assure you, cherie, I have no intention of making
a pass at you. I prefer men."<br><br>Elizabeth's
bottom lip pouted involuntarily. 'Gay???' she thought.
She was actually hoping Henri was straight. He
certainly looked it. In fact, he looked like a mid-twenties
Christian Slater. Was she hoping to be raped by Henri? With
her elastic body, she could defend herself now where
she couldn't before. Besides, Henri didn't look like
a psycho. In fact, he was hot.<br><br>She finally
nodded.<br><br>Henri smiled and finished his hot chocolate.

"I live only a few blocks away," Henri said. "You
can leave your car parked in the garage if you
wish."<br><br>"Okay."<br><br>She followed Henri to his small apartment in an older
building with curly-cued wrought-iron bannisters on the
stairway leading up to the front door.<br><br>Henri's
apartment was filled with bookshelves and the wood
furniture was old, but the place had an inviting lived-in
look. The look of a student. Henri immediately brought
out his research on the French alchemist Francois
Dedieux and the formula for elastic
transformation.<br><br>"This is unbelievable," Elizabeth said after reading
it. The photocopies looked to be from an ancient
book. "Anybody could do this."<br><br>"Ironic, isn't
it?" Henri said in a low voice,
smiling.<br><br>"'Ironic' is one word. 'Impossible' is another, until I see
it for myself."<br><br>"Do you have half an hour? It
takes that long to prepare."<br><br>If it was a farce
and a poor attempt at a sexual come-on, she could
always bolt for the door and run. If it was real,
however....A part of her desperately wanted to find someone
like her, male or female. Elizabeth thought for a bit
then nodded. <br><br>"Good," said Henri, then
proceeded to the kitchen and started pulling mixing bowls,
spoons, and ingredients.<br><br>"Something to drink,
cherie, while I cook?"<br><br>"No, I'm fine,
thanks."<br><br>"Television?"<br><br>"No, thanks. I'll just browse through your library
here."<br><br>"Very good."<br><br>And Elizabeth began reading books
of interest while Henri puttered in the
kitchen.<br><br>Elizabeth thought Henri's manners were very...French.
Terse. A bit stiff. But not mean. Quite the contrary.
Henri seemed gentlemanly, which was rare now. But
Elizabeth was wary, thinking of her past "charming"
boyfriends who turned out to be jerks.<br><br>In less than
half an hour, Henri came out with a creamy thick paste
in a bowl. Putting a towel on the carpet, he
stripped nude before Elizabeth could say a word and he
began spreading the paste from the bottom of his feet
up.<br><br>"Elizabeth, would you help me rub the paste onto my back,
please?"<br><br>She nodded, curious about this and rubbed a glob of
the stuff over Henri's back.
Henri continued until every square inch of his
body was covered, including every bit of his scalp. He
then put the bowl in the kitchen again and returned to
the living room, stood on the towel, and
waited.<br><br>Elizabeth quickly got impatient and frowned.<br><br>"How
long do we wait?" she said.<br><br>"Only a couple of
minutes. I can feel the change already," Henri said, his
eyes becoming dreamy.<br><br>Elizabeth only looked
around nervously, thinking this was just a scam by a
French Canadian crackpot.<br><br>Henri was beginning to
breathe harder and his face was virtually ecstatic with
pleasure. If it was a farce, it was a damn convincing one.
Looking at Henri was becoming an increasing turn-on for
Elizabeth.<br><br>Finally, Henri looked down at the carpet, eyes closed,
then he slowly looked up at Elizabeth, still breathing
hard, his eyes darkly sensual.<br><br>Smiling broadly,
he shook himself strongly from head to toe like a
dog shaking off water, his undulating elastic body
now completely free of the constraints of bones and
limits, a gleeful expression of absolute physical freedom
from the "normal human body". Elizabeth was wide-eyed,
astonished at seeing this.<br> <br> "I had forgotten what it
was like," Henri said softly. And he smiled a
sinfully evil smile.<br><br>Before Elizabeth could blink
once, Henri had instantly stretched around and around
her like a boa constrictor. She gasped out loud. Like
the vampires in "Interview With the Vampire", there
was no separation between thought and reality. She
hadn't even seen Henri move he had moved with such
blinding speed. And she knew she was dealing with someone
who not only had her ability but was infinitely more
adept than she: a Mozart piano concerto to her
"Chopsticks".<br><br>"Welcome to my parlour, cherie," said Henri in her ear,
still smiling.

Two can play that game," she said softly and
quickly stretched out of her clothes and dove for a large
chest of drawers, flattened, and was almost underneath
it, but Henri was instantly stretching arms, caught
her feet and dragged her flattened body out from
under the chest, laughing heartily as he
pulled.<br><br>"How long have you been able to do this?" Henri said
as he pulled Elizabeth's legs as fast as he could,
her legs stretching like taffy but still pulling her
from under the chest.<br><br>Surprised by Henri's
speed, she blurted out, "A month! I was a victim of a
chemical spill in a traffic accident."<br><br>Henri
stopped pulling, looking at Elizabeth's flat body
regaining its normal mass and said, "You are like this
always?"<br><br>Elizabeth nodded. "Uh-huh."<br><br>"Incroyable. A complete
and permanent alchemical transformation." Then, he
got that evil grin again, flattened wide as a sail
and flopped right over Elizabeth and with a deft
maneuver, pulled himself all around her, capturing her
"inside him". He pulled his head "inside" himself and
licked Elizabeth's face with an elongated wet tongue,
giggling like a kid. Elizabeth stretched thin and long and
swirled around and round inside Henri faster and faster
until finally there was a tiny "hole" and she instantly
slithered out free.<br><br>"Not bad!" said Henri, smiling.
"Whoa!" And Elizabeth pulled the same trick as Henri,
flattening herself and wrapping herself entirely around his
body.<br><br>Henri "inside" her began tickling her with fingers
stretching in every direction. Elizabeth burst out laughing
and seeing an open crack, Henri burst out like a zit
on a teenager's face, thin as a paper towel
tube.<br><br>Getting up, Elizabeth held up her hand, still laughing
from the tickling.<br><br>"Please," she said, "no
more. I've been practising this whole month since I got
this...'ability', but I can tell you're at least as good at this as
I am. You said, 'I had forgotten what it was like.'
You've obviously gotten the ability through this paste
before."<br><br>"Yes. In the spring. Thesis topics were assigned just
as I finished my undergraduate courses. I discovered
the book by Dedieux which will form part of my
research on repression of alchemists. The first time I
became elastic was incroyable. Incredible! I even pulled
a dirty trick on a friend of mine when I first
acquired this power. He was not impressed, but we made up
in the end. I have had to spend much time on my
thesis, so it has been a long time since I made the
formula."*<br><br>Elizabeth looked at the carpet and sighed. "You seem to
have accepted this ability quite well. I've been
having trouble adjusting to it. Sometimes I can't
control my own body. I stretch without warning. I'm
terrified to go out! Nobody knows what it's like!"

She looked up at Henri who could hardly be
described as "just standing there." He was distorting every
part of his body from the legs to his head, constantly
moving in an uncanny display, beyond beautiful, beyond
grotesque, beyond conception of the normal human form.
Elizabeth stared, transfixed, for it was quite
hypnotic.<br><br>Then, regaining some self-awareness again, she said,
"Have you been listening to a word I've said,
Henri?"<br><br>"Of course, cherie," Henri said perfectly, albeit
from stretching, distorting lips. "Every word. Am I
disturbing you?"<br><br>Looking a bit squeamish, Elizabeth
said, "A bit."<br><br>Henri instantly regained his
usual unstretched human form and stared at
Elizabeth.<br><br>"Are you heterosexual, cherie?" asked
Henri.<br><br>Elizabeth nodded.<br><br> "Then I am afraid, cherie, that
it is YOU who do not know 'what it's like'. I hid my
real feelings for guys for over TEN years, from my
teens to the time I was almost finished undergraduate
studies. I was terrified, thought I was a monster and was
drilled into my head from the time I was a child that
homosexuals were perverts and child molesters. I STILL feel
that way...sometimes. But there came a point where I
just had to say 'Fuck it' to the world and that
attitude shift changed me. You too will have to take this
attitude as well sooner or later. I believe that only
confidence in yourself will give you the control you want.
But that will take time. I could see also that your
reflexes are not as fast as mine. Then again, it could
simply be the alchemical formula I use. Along with the
elastic ability, it gives great strength--more than I
usually have--and I cannot be damaged from sharp
objects."

"How long does it last?"<br><br>"Twenty-four
hours."<br><br>"I'm sorry, Henri, go back to what you were doing. You
obviously take great pleasure in these abilities. I see
them as a curse. I guess I still want to be my old
self."<br><br>"But you cannot. You have changed. You must move
forward and never look back with envy or
regret."<br><br>Then in French, Henri said softly, hardly more than a
whisper,<br><br>"No longer bound by pain and fear,<br>I have finally
renounced my past.<br>No longer bound by the dice which
were cast,<br>I have finally
become...<br>Austere."<br><br>Elizabeth was cowed by such words and she looked like a
schoolgirl at Henri.<br><br>"That was beautiful, Henri. What
does it mean?"<br><br>And Henri told her in English.
<br><br>"Part of a poem by alchemist Francoix Dedieux," he
said, and she smiled.<br><br>Finally, she looked away,
shy and embarrassed from looking at Henri's muscular
body. She pulled her longish dark brown hair into a
ponytail and no longer looked like a slimmer version of
Jennifer Lopez but much younger.<br><br>She looked at
Henri, then at her breasts. Then she slowly transformed
them into beautiful pecs like a young man. And she
remembered a photo of Natalie Portman of "Star Wars: The
Phantom Menace" fame but in a promotional poster from a
later flick called "Where the Heart Is" where she is in
tight Levi's and her bum is facing towards the camera.
Elizabeth had been bitterly envious and thought dark
thoughts of murder when she first saw that photo because
Natalie's bum looked just like a boy's. Still, Elizabeth
wasn't twenty-one anymore. She was in her late twenties.
No longer...desirable?

Henri swallowed when he saw the pecs.<br><br>"I
am a lusty gay boy, cherie. And you have discovered
my weakness. Still, you are a girl. These pecs
simply do not look right on you. Please change
back."<br><br>Elizabeth regained her normal small firm breasts with a
thought. She turned her bum towards Henri and remembered
desperately every detail of that photo now. And her bum
slowly transformed, becoming just like Natalie
Portman's, like a boy's bubble butt. <br><br>"I wish you
weren't gay, Henri," Elizabeth said, her eyes filling
with tears.<br><br>Henri came to her and took her
shoulders from behind.<br><br>"Please, cherie, don't cry. I
hate it when people cry."<br><br>Her bum brushed
against Henri's front and almost without thinking,
Elizabeth manipulated her butt cheeks and wormed Henri's
penis inside her very carefully.<br><br>"Sacray-meh,
cherie!" blurted Henri, his eyes getting wide. "What are
you DOING to me?"<br><br>But Elizabeth had already
gone this far, so she didn't stop. She began
stretching her whole body, stretching Henri's penis as well
inside her.<br><br>"Ahhhhh!" sighed Henri and began to
feel her manipulating his penis deep inside
her.<br><br>After the initial shock of a woman getting this far
with him, Henri just shrugged.<br><br>"Khal-isse, why
waste a good fuck?" And he began pumping as hard as he
could, giggling all the way.<br><br>Elizabeth continued
stretching until Henri's penis was at least five feet long
inside her. And then the fun began.<br><br>Shrinking
back a bit, she wrapped her own arms around and around
Henri. And then put her face close to his then began
kissing his lips and entire lower jaw with stretching
lips. Henri began doing the same with her, melting his
entire face onto hers like a liquid being, then giving a
full facial fuck. He also wrapped his legs around hers
like a corkscrew for balance. They sucked each other's
faces, succeeded in swallowing the other's head--first
one then the other--with wet sloppy sucking sounds.
The fucking went on harder and harder at both ends
until Henri gave a terrific heave and shot a wad inside
Elizabeth. She came only a second after, and sighed heavily.
Henri let go and flopped to the floor, a tangled mass
of boneless limbs, his elongated penis now limp and
long like a garden hose. He didn't even think he COULD
cum in the elastic state. Slowly, he pulled himself
back together and got up.
I'm taking a shower," said Henri softly, quite
exhausted.<br><br>"Me too," said Elizabeth.<br><br>Too tired to argue,
Henri stepped into the shower, Elizabeth following, and
turned on the water.<br><br>They had fun soaping each
other up, stretching and slithering around each other
like snakes. Henri thought this was even more fun than
doing it dry and was getting a hard-on again. But after
the soap was rinsed off, Henri was tired. He turned
off the water and glanced at the drain.<br><br>"I'm
so tired," said Henri, "I think I'll go down the
drain with the water. Care to join me?" And he
smirked.<br><br>"No!" chuckled Elizabeth, incredulously, but her eyes
twinkled with excitement at the possibility.<br><br>"Then
maybe I can make it worth your while," said Henri
softly and began to kiss her with kisses from stretching
lips and held her at the waist.<br><br>Elizabeth could
feel a slow pull down and looked down only to see
Henri melting feet first and drifting with the water
towards the drain.<br><br>She only smiled and began
continued kissing Henri herself with a tongue of constantly
varying length, giving new definition to the word
"French-kissing".<br><br>They both melted slowly and began flowing down the
drain. Feet, legs, buttocks, waists, arms still wrapped
around each other--now thick as straws--shoulders,
necks, then heads. Both of them now inside the
drainpipe, they only looked at each other, closer and more
unified than any other couple could be. They only blinked
at each other, each contemplating the body of the
other.<br><br>Until finally, Elizabeth began worming her way back
out, Henri taking the cue and wriggled out of the
drainpipe as well.<br><br>Outside the tub, they towelled
each other off, then walked back into the living room.

They were quiet now. Words were meaningless. For
one to say, "I love you" would be meaningless, like
reciting "Mary Had a Little Lamb", a meaningless rote
phrase learned in childhood. Their physical union was
inconceivable, more complete than any other coupling could
be.<br><br>"Guess I'm going to have to...re-classify myself," said
Henri. "Still, I'm not attracted to ordinary girls, but
you, cherie, are far from ordinary."<br><br>"I raped
you. And I thought you were a conman or a psychopath
who wanted to rape ME. Now I don't want to leave
you."<br><br>"But we have responsibilities. You work for a company
in New York. You have business to do. I have a
Masters degree thesis to write. I want to become a
teacher, maybe even get a Ph.D. someday. The research has
to be done here. Besides, I love Montreal. It's my
home. I can't move."<br><br>"I could move here. What's
a job?"<br><br>"The immigration process is a
nightmare. I don't know if it's worth the wait. No, I think
it's enough that we found each other. And we are not
alone."<br><br>Elizabeth tugged Henri into his bedroom and sat him down on
the bed while she hopped onto it then slithered
around to pull Henri down to her and they began "getting
acquainted" again. All day. And all night.<br><br>By next
afternoon, Henri's elastic abilities wore off. Surprisingly,
after non-stop sex for a day and a night, he wasn't
tired.<br><br>They exchanged phone numbers and e-mail
addresses.<br><br>Elizabeth had her meeting and contract signed at
Bombardier.<br><br>At home now, in the back of her mind, she knew there
was Henri in Montreal.<br> <br>Her experience with
Henri gave her confidence. She never lost control of
her body again.<br><br><br>*Read "The Game" in Yahoo
Club "Plastic Elastic Guys" for
details.<br><br><br>---<br>The Holy Insurgent of Uncertainty<br>c2001