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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
"Yes? Have I done something wrong?" she said in the slight drawl of New York/New England accent.
"I would like to know something. Do you have a minute?"
"No, I really have to be going. I'm sorry."
"Perhaps you would like to explain yourself to the Sureté de Quebec, then? The RCMP perhaps? Or even CSIS?"
Elizabeth began to shake in nervousness. The RCMP she knew of. The others, she didn't.
"Are you from out of town?" Henri continued. "Your accent is...New York?"
"Yes, I'm just in for a few days."
"Ah. Then to explain. The Sureté de Quebec is what you would call the state police. RCMP, the federal police. CSIS: well, they deal with threats to national security."
Elizabeth smiled nervously. "What do you want?"
Henri pulled himself up to his full height and looked non-plussed in Elizabeth's face.
"What do I WANT?" Henri said imperiously. "I want..." long pause..."a coffee with you."
Elizabeth only stared blankly at Henri while the latter slowly burst into a smile then a warm growing laugh.
"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.
"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?"
"Elizabeth Morris."
"And how are you, Elizabeth?"
"Fine."
"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."
"I can't relax."
"You are a busy person? Where do you work?"
"Terradyne in New York. I'm seeing Bombardier here in Montreal in a couple of days."
"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?"
Elizabeth started quivering, working desperately to keep under control. Henri had seen her stretch her fingers inadvertantly.
"I...I don't know what you mean...." she stammered.
"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."
A growing sense of anguish and incredulity filled Elizabeth's face. Was Henri joking? Or was he a conman?
"If you'll accompany me to my apartment, I can prove it," continued Henri with a serious face.
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.
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."
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.
She finally nodded.
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."
"Okay."
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.
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.
"This is unbelievable," Elizabeth said after reading it. The photocopies looked to be from an ancient book. "Anybody could do this."
"Ironic, isn't it?" Henri said in a low voice, smiling.
"'Ironic' is one word. 'Impossible' is another, until I see it for myself."
"Do you have half an hour? It takes that long to prepare."
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.
"Good," said Henri, then proceeded to the kitchen and started pulling mixing bowls, spoons, and ingredients.
"Something to drink, cherie, while I cook?"
"No, I'm fine, thanks."
"Television?"
"No, thanks. I'll just browse through your library here."
"Very good."
And Elizabeth began reading books of interest while Henri puttered in the kitchen.
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.
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.
"Elizabeth, would you help me rub the paste onto my back, please?"
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.
Elizabeth quickly got impatient and frowned.
"How long do we wait?" she said.
"Only a couple of minutes. I can feel the change already," Henri said, his eyes becoming dreamy.
Elizabeth only looked around nervously, thinking this was just a scam by a French Canadian crackpot.
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.
Finally, Henri looked down at the carpet, eyes closed, then he slowly looked up at Elizabeth, still breathing hard, his eyes darkly sensual.
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.
"I had forgotten what it was like," Henri said softly. And he smiled a sinfully evil smile.
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".
"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.
"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.
Surprised by Henri's speed, she blurted out, "A month! I was a victim of a chemical spill in a traffic accident."
Henri stopped pulling, looking at Elizabeth's flat body regaining its normal mass and said, "You are like this always?"
Elizabeth nodded. "Uh-huh."
"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.
"Not bad!" said Henri, smiling. "Whoa!" And Elizabeth pulled the same trick as Henri, flattening herself and wrapping herself entirely around his body.
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.
Getting up, Elizabeth held up her hand, still laughing from the tickling.
"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."
"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."*
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.
Then, regaining some self-awareness again, she said, "Have you been listening to a word I've said, Henri?"
"Of course, cherie," Henri said perfectly, albeit from stretching, distorting lips. "Every word. Am I disturbing you?"
Looking a bit squeamish, Elizabeth said, "A bit."
Henri instantly regained his usual unstretched human form and stared at Elizabeth.
"Are you heterosexual, cherie?" asked Henri.
Elizabeth nodded.
"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 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 'F*ck 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?"
"Twenty-four hours."
"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."
"But you cannot. You have changed. You must move forward and never look back with envy or regret."
Then in French, Henri said softly, hardly more than a whisper,
"No longer bound by pain and fear, I have finally renounced my past. No longer bound by the dice which were cast, I have finally become... Austere."
Elizabeth was cowed by such words and she looked like a schoolgirl at Henri.
"That was beautiful, Henri. What does it mean?"
And Henri told her in English.
"Part of a poem by alchemist Francoix Dedieux," he said, and she smiled.
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.
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.
"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."
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.
"I wish you weren't gay, Henri," Elizabeth said, her eyes filling with tears.
Henri came to her and took her shoulders from behind.
"Please, cherie, don't cry. I hate it when people cry."
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.
"Sacray-meh, cherie!" blurted Henri, his eyes getting wide. "What are you DOING to me?"
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.
"Ahhhhh!" sighed Henri and began to feel her manipulating his penis deep inside her.
After the initial shock of a woman getting this far with him, Henri just shrugged.
"Khal-isse, why waste a good f*ck?" And he began pumping as hard as he could, giggling all the way.
Elizabeth continued stretching until Henri's penis was at least five feet long inside her. And then the fun began.
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.
"Me too," said Elizabeth.
Too tired to argue, Henri stepped into the shower, Elizabeth following, and turned on the water.
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.
"I'm so tired," said Henri, "I think I'll go down the drain with the water. Care to join me?" And he smirked.
"No!" chuckled Elizabeth, incredulously, but her eyes twinkled with excitement at the possibility.
"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.
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.
She only smiled and began continued kissing Henri herself with a tongue of constantly varying length, giving new definition to the word "French-kissing".
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.
Until finally, Elizabeth began worming her way back out, Henri taking the cue and wriggled out of the drainpipe as well.
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.
"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."
"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."
"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."
"I could move here. What's a job?"
"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."
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.
By next afternoon, Henri's elastic abilities wore off. Surprisingly, after non-stop sex for a day and a night, he wasn't tired.
They exchanged phone numbers and e-mail addresses.
Elizabeth had her meeting and contract signed at Bombardier.
At home now, in the back of her mind, she knew there was Henri in Montreal.
Her experience with Henri gave her confidence. She never lost control of her body again.
*Read "The Game" in Yahoo Group "Plastic Elastic Guys" for details.
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The Holy Insurgent of Uncertainty
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