<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Willing Tasty Morsel on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/willing-tasty-morsel/</link><description>Recent content in Willing Tasty Morsel on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 09 Aug 2006 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/willing-tasty-morsel/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Wasted Food</title><link>/stories/2006/08/09/wasted-food/</link><pubDate>Wed, 09 Aug 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/08/09/wasted-food/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;As I lay on your plate, looking up and watching you eat, my excitement
continues to mount. It&amp;rsquo;s been months since I was reduced to this
size, roughly two inches in height. Every moment I&amp;rsquo;ve spent as your
tiny plaything has been wonderful.
I&amp;rsquo;m not sure what I&amp;rsquo;ve enjoyed most; there have been so many wonderful
experiences&amp;hellip; standing in the bottom of the bathtub as you showered, with the
dirty, soapy water running off of your body, flooding down over me, nearly
washing me away down the drain&amp;hellip; laying on the floor while you played with my
helpless little body under the sole of your shoe, always wishing you would
just step on me and crush me into goo&amp;hellip; the entire days I&amp;rsquo;ve spent trapped
inside of your bra, or squashed in the crotch of your panties. Even
the time your dropped me into the toilet while you were going to the bathroom,
and then stood there afterward with your fingers on the toilet handle, toying
with me and threatening to flush me, was wonderful.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Wasted Food</title><link>/stories/2006/08/09/wasted-food/</link><pubDate>Wed, 09 Aug 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/08/09/wasted-food/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;As I lay on your plate, looking up and watching you eat, my excitement
continues to mount. It&amp;rsquo;s been months since I was reduced to this
size, roughly two inches in height. Every moment I&amp;rsquo;ve spent as your
tiny plaything has been wonderful.
I&amp;rsquo;m not sure what I&amp;rsquo;ve enjoyed most; there have been so many wonderful
experiences&amp;hellip; standing in the bottom of the bathtub as you showered, with the
dirty, soapy water running off of your body, flooding down over me, nearly
washing me away down the drain&amp;hellip; laying on the floor while you played with my
helpless little body under the sole of your shoe, always wishing you would
just step on me and crush me into goo&amp;hellip; the entire days I&amp;rsquo;ve spent trapped
inside of your bra, or squashed in the crotch of your panties. Even
the time your dropped me into the toilet while you were going to the bathroom,
and then stood there afterward with your fingers on the toilet handle, toying
with me and threatening to flush me, was wonderful.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>