<?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>Carried on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/carried/</link><description>Recent content in Carried on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/carried/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>My Fantasy Come True</title><link>/stories/2019/03/30/my-fantasy-come-true/</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Mar 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/03/30/my-fantasy-come-true/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Story continued from &lt;a href="myfantasycometrue5.html"&gt;part five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 6: The Hunter &amp;amp; the Bunny Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snake swallowing female&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The following week Jerry came home with a surprise gift for me, I opened the box to discover a Bunny Girl costume inside, complete with ears, just like the ones they use in the real Bunny Club. I picked it up out of the box; the material had a strange feel to it, it felt like a silky, rubbery skin, more jell-like than standard material that you’d normally find in a costume outfit. I gave Jerry a strange questioning look.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sexy Sam Doll</title><link>/stories/2018/03/10/sexy-sam-doll/</link><pubDate>Sat, 10 Mar 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/03/10/sexy-sam-doll/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Should really learn my lesson when it comes to hanging out with Nancy. I love her to death but she causes me to get into all kinds of situations. So when I decided to meet her at this old adult toy factory I figured “What could go wrong”. That was mistake number one.
As usual when I hang out with Nancy we were both naked and wandering the upper levels of the factory. Nancy decided to go towards the back and I wanted to look around the factory portion seeing as how I love machines so much. 
When I reached the working area I was a bit shocked to see suck lifelike woman hanging from chains or laying on different belts scattered around the room. I went around and inspected each area and was giddy with it until I heard the doors on the far side of the large room open and the lights turn on. 
My heart nearly stopped when I heard a deep voice yell “Who is in here?” I panicked a tad and started looking for an escape route but to my dismay the only exit towards the upstairs area was near the man who was starting to search the room. 
With no escape option I began quickly scanning for the best hiding spots and sighed in relief and embarrassment when I realized what I could do to get out of this. 
I sprinted over to a group of semi-finished dolls that were laying in different positions and laid down next to them. I adopted the slightly parted legs and O shaped mouth in order to blend in and awaited the man. 
It wasn’t long until a rather large man with a uniform for the company walked over and started searching around my area. I remained still with shallow breathes as he glanced at myself and the doll piles and sighed in relief when he went past us to check the last part of the factory floor. 
I was about to make a break for the exit when the man came back around the corner and approached me. “Man Kyle you always have to leave such a mess for us on the night shift. These damn dolls should have been prepped and ready to get finished when I started the machines tonight.” He said frustrated and scooping up one of the dolls, a black haired and tan skinned beauty, and walked over to the nearest belt. 
He reached up and placed the doll spread eagle on the conveyor and then attached some type of holder to each limb before coming back over. A pit in my stomach started to form and just got bigger with each of the dolls from my hiding pile that were placed onto the belt until it was just me and another red head and big breasted doll were all that remained. He came back and looked over us appraisingly. 
“Man why would they make two of the same doll?” he questioned out loud before he scooped up my apparent twin and followed suit in the same process. I was half tempted to run right there but I was frozen in fear of being both discovered in this situation and what this man would do to me. 
Slowly he came back and grabbed me in one fluid motion. Just like all of the dolls before me I was placed onto the cold metal belt and then fastened in for the ride ahead. With one final look the man nodded and then hit a series of commands on the console nearest to us before leaving.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Prank Gone Awry</title><link>/stories/2018/01/02/a-prank-gone-awry/</link><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jan 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/01/02/a-prank-gone-awry/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Woman to Sexdoll TF&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was never a hangout at the mall kind of girl during high school, but my best friend and roommate in college Annabel would nonstop bugging me until I came to the new adult store in that she works at.
During the first big break on our school year, I decided to step out of our dorm and pay her a visit. 
Before I do I suppose an introduction is needed. My name is Bridgett Trotter, a 22 year old junior in college. I am a pretty good looking girl according to the boys on campus at least. My upper back length blonde hair is tied into a neat ponytail. My tan skin is accentuated by my teal V-neck shirt and khaki shorts that also show off my D-cup breasts and curvy body. 
After a short drive from our campus and walking into the mall I spotted the store appropriately named “Sensual Paradise” and headed inside. 
The store was rather empty as I glided through all of the aisles looking for my friend who was supposed to be on duty. The shelves are filled with various devices designed to pleasure anyone who purchases them. 
After I exited a row of dildos in multiple shapes and sizes, I arrived at the back of the store and my jaw promptly dropped. 
There against the wall were 3 very sexy and lifelike female sexdolls completely nude to the world. I looked the one closest to me with wide eyes. 
She was a woman that looked the same age as me but with black hair and lighter skin. She had her arms bent and slightly to the side and legs parted to show off the folds of her synthetic womanhood. 
As I watched over her body a sudden pang of envy popped into my mind. ‘What if I was to try that? Would anyone notice?’
I had browsed sites like dollstories.net before and enjoyed the works posted their enough to follow the site frequently. Just the thought of putting myself in the position of one of the dolls laying against the wall was turning me on. 
Quickly stowing those thoughts away I turned to the desk near the front of the streams saw Annabel talking to another customer. Smirking I started formulating my plan. 
I hastily made my exit from the store and retreated back to my car. As inconspicuously as I could be I hid all of the belongings I had on me including my keys in the glove box of my car. I reached up into my hair and pulled the tie holding my ponytail out before tossing that inside as well. 
I was now ready for stage two. Walking back into the store I avoided the sight of the few customers brave enough to enter the adult store but most importantly I remained unseen to Annabel. 
I slipped to the very back of the store where the objects of my infatuation laid still and beautiful all the while smiling to myself. 
My plan was as follows:&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Party Doll</title><link>/stories/2017/10/19/party-doll/</link><pubDate>Thu, 19 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/10/19/party-doll/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Woman to Sexdoll TF&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Halloween was always a favorite time of year for me, and this year was no different. Being in college only excited my urge to think of a good costume for the year. 
My name is Courtney Queen, a college sophomore at the age of 21. I have long brown hair that ends just past my shoulders. I have a hazel pair of eyes and a rather pretty face. 
My body is a standard one for a beautiful young woman as I have thick thighs, a fair set of upper B-cup breasts and a nice butt. I may not be a model but boys would always take second looks at me. 
Currently I was walking back into the female dorm at my university, thinking broadly about what I wanted to be for the Delta frats Halloween party tonight. 
“I can’t go as just some generic costume; I need something that will stand out! Something that pops…” I think out loud to myself as I walk into the lobby and hear two other girls talking about something.
Stopping at the door to the hall I live in I decide to eavesdrop a bit. Leaning against the wall I tuned in.
“… and I heard they were going to have an entire load of the newest model from that company in France. They let them be rented out and then returned after a single party for a very affordable price since they all chip in,” the first girl, a redhead who looks to be rather smart says.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Alone on the Balcony</title><link>/stories/2009/12/08/alone-on-the-balcony/</link><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/12/08/alone-on-the-balcony/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;04:03 am, there is a garbage bag beside me, inside of it, there is a layer of scrunched up paper. This time, I managed to get a whole pile of no print news paper from a local printing company they produce at the beginning of a new run saying it was for a kids project. That will prevent me from getting all black and dirty as I saw me when I got home after my first experience in a dumpster.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Trick Or Trash</title><link>/stories/2008/10/31/trick-or-trash/</link><pubDate>Fri, 31 Oct 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/10/31/trick-or-trash/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A Halloween Special 2008 Tale&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Trick Or Treat!!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sarah opened the door of her apartment and saw 2 children standing there with open bags awaiting a treat from her, One was dressed as a witch and the other was dressed as a pirate.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;How cute!! Here&amp;rsquo;s some extra candy since your costumes are so awsome!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She half fills each bag up with sweets and smiles to kids as they thank her and leave. Sarah loves halloween but this year she&amp;rsquo;d be spending it alone as her husband was working the night shift, and her friends all had plans. It was the first halloween she&amp;rsquo;d spent alone in years, but she was enjoying it, snuggling up on the couch with a blanket and some popcorn watching scary movies. There was a George Romero zombie movie marathon on that night, and by the second movie she&amp;rsquo;d already had around 10 trick or treaters. Sarah didn&amp;rsquo;t mind though, it was all part of the fun, even if it did interupt her movies from time to time.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sushi 2</title><link>/stories/2006/04/28/sushi-2/</link><pubDate>Fri, 28 Apr 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/04/28/sushi-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="sushi.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sushi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Do you remember the last time I told you
about Kevin taking me to dinner? No, lets amend that, the last times he
had me for dinner.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Why are these times so vivid in my mind?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Was it the loss of control?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Or the being put on display?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Or the trust I have now with Kevin after
literally at times putting my life in his hands?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And sometimes, deep down I just remember
being treated as meat, remember the heat, and wonder why I want to be a dinner
again. It
was Muki&amp;rsquo;s kitchen last time that ended with an oven door closing behind me for
that event I would never forget. So to Muki&amp;rsquo;s kitchen I went again one quiet day,
but this time I left the computer on the page, and went shopping.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sushi 2</title><link>/stories/2006/04/28/sushi-2/</link><pubDate>Fri, 28 Apr 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/04/28/sushi-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="sushi.html"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sushi&amp;rdquo;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sushi Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Do you remember the last time I told you
about Kevin taking me to dinner? No, lets amend that, the last times he
had me for dinner.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Why are these times so vivid in my mind?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Was it the loss of control?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Or the being put on display?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Or the trust I have now with Kevin after
literally at times putting my life in his hands?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Audition</title><link>/stories/2003/09/20/the-audition/</link><pubDate>Sat, 20 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/09/20/the-audition/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casting Notice:&lt;/strong&gt;
Female (20-30 years old);
Young wife/homemaker type for non-union
national commercial.
Must be under 5’2”, flexibility a must.
Multiple spots, $20,000 buy out.
Open call, bring photo/resume
134 King St. East. Saturday 9:30am&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It almost seemed too good to be true. Michelle had come to the city
six months ago, hoping to follow her dream of becoming an actress. In those
six months, she’d lived in seedy apartments, worked crappy jobs, and had
door after door slammed in her face. She couldn’t get into the union; she
couldn’t even get an agent. It wasn’t that she wasn’t talented and she
certainly had the look.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Mummy</title><link>/stories/2002/09/12/the-mummy/</link><pubDate>Thu, 12 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/09/12/the-mummy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Background&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was sharing a terrace house
in the City with two girls, Mandi and Rachel, both nurses at a nearby hospital.
On Saturday night we were all going to a party thrown by the girls who
lived next door. We’d even got an invitation from them; this said
‘Everyone must dress up as Mummies or Daddies’. Mandi and Rachel
didn’t have shifts on Friday so they headed into town to search the second-hand
and vintage clothing shops for suitable gear. Unfortunately
I had to work both Friday and all day Saturday so I didn’t get a chance
to join them or go shopping. As I hadn’t got anything that was really
suitable, the girls suggested that they dress me up as a Mummy - an Egyptian
Mummy that was. I went along with that - it sounded a good idea at
the time. But only later was I to find out what a good a job of mummification
they would make.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Auction Part 2 - Locked Inside</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/auction-part-2-locked-inside/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/auction-part-2-locked-inside/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continues from &lt;a href="auction.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two - Locked Inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Karen lay on her back in the trunk. It had been several hours since
Zoe had gone off to bed and a soft shaft of moonlight lay across the trunk.
Karen could see the moon’s blue glow peeking in through the crack where
the lid joined the rest of the trunk. Stifling a yawn with her fist, she
drew her knees up towards her chest and curled up on her side, trying to
get as comfortable as possible in the tight confines of the chest. Gradually
she drifted off to sleep, dreaming…&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>