Chemical on Gromet's Plaza Archive

The Reluctant Cow

Sun, 03 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000

To please her boyfriend, Maggie is temporarily transformed to become cow-like. But the lab assistant didn’t receive clear enough instructions….

Maggie was trying to grasp the situation. She was chewing something. She was definitely in a barn. There was a breeze, and it made her aware that she was naked. She seemed to be bending over, with her hands on a stand in front of her, and her feet on the ground.

Titanic Doll

Sat, 28 Apr 2012 00:00:00 +0000

INTRODUCTION: This is my contribution to the centenary of the sinking of the Titanic. However you won’t find Kate Winslet, Leonard DiCaprio or Kenneth More on board.

On board the RMS Titanic; the mid-Atlantic; the evening of Sunday 14th April 1912

Caitlin O’Loughlan stood on the promenade deck and exhaled, watching her frozen breath blow out in front of her and disperse. She puffed out several more breaths and smiled. She’d always enjoyed doing that as it had seemed magical to her as a little girl.

Diet Gone Wrong

Fri, 04 Mar 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Melissa was a stunning twenty five year old researcher for a large pharmaceutical company. Her division of the company worked with diet and weight loss products and her companies expected gross in in that field alone would likely exceed one billion dollars for the fourth year straight. Melissa was in a growing field, if you will pardon the pun! She had her degree, an exciting career and a lot of potential with her company. Melissa had got her job because of her looks, but she got to keep it because of her raw talent willingness to “think outside of the box”. Melissa was perfect, except for one big thing, her husband of three years, Tim! Tim was a fun guy in college and one thing lead to another and the two got married without much thought. Her friends tried to talk her out of it because they thought she could do better. It was surprising that some of Tim’s friends tried to do much the same thing, and she didn’t want to hear from them either.

The Salon Fantasy

Sun, 09 Aug 2009 00:00:00 +0000

I had just landed a job as a programmer in Denver. I needed a place to stay pretty quick and I saw one that was low rent, in a nice area. I quickly phoned the number listed, and talked to the person renting the apartment, his name was Dan. He then invited me over to see the place; he seemed like a nice guy so I wasn’t too scared that he was a mass murderer of freak of somewhat. After getting to his place I quickly fell in love with the apartment, spacious, nice furniture, great atmosphere, and of course low rent. So I signed the tenant agreement and moved in that day.

All in the Name of Science

Fri, 06 Feb 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Shane Smallidge was attending Carver College on an academic scholarship in science. He was majoring in animal biology and sometimes student taught for Professor Colton. Most of the classes in the science department were fairly large auditorium-sized, but his favorite class to attend was microbiology. In that class were most of the girls from Gamma House, the hottest sorority on campus. Many a man has tried his hand at dating one of the sisters of Gamma House, but few have come close. Some suspected these girls were all lesbians, but some of the top athletes had been inside and found out otherwise. Shane just loved microbiology, for the class, and for the women that showed up. Professor Colton was usually held up with special projects for the college’s partnership with the city’s businesses, so Shane was left to teach these students. Shane was a graduate student and this class was a sophomore-level class. He taught not only the class, but the lab portions as well. That’s where he really enjoyed his stay. He was able to get close to the women in their study groups and assist them however he could. One particular day he was walking down the hall of the science building’s third floor when he heard a Bunson burner still ignited on one of the lab tables. It was making a greenish liquid boil rapidly. No one was around for this lab station which made him sigh. As lovely as those sorority sisters were, they weren’t too bright in the brain. Carelessness like this caused accidents. Shane shook his head and went over to the mess of liquids and bottles left by the Greek sisters to clean up after them. That proved to be a mistake. Shane was in the path of the explosion that soon followed. The burning flame caused the green liquid to overheat and explode out the stopper. Shane was covered from head to toe in the gooey substance. Luckily he wasn’t cut in the glass shards that flew everywhere. Now he was steaming mad. He had told those girls to shut off their experiments before they left time and time again. He turned and walked to the sink in the lab, but as he got there, he was too short to reach the knobs. His lab coat was like a tent on him as well. “Good Lord,” he said aloud, “I’m shrinking!”

Playtime

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Pamela arrived home for another day of work as head scientist for Kinetic Futures, a company that manufactured and sold everything from adult sex toys to chemicals for water purification and experimental use sold exclusively to the US and foreign governments. She took off her jacket and walked over to where her answering machine was and checked to see if she had any messages. The serene look on the blonde quickly dissipated as she heard the sound of her boyfriend Jack’s voice become audible. Jack had left a message saying he wouldn’t be able to go skiing with her that weekend as he had to go out of town on business but he’d try and be back by Monday at the latest. “Well, this sucks. It’s Friday night, my plans are shot all to hell and I’ve got a weekend to kill… what the hell am I going to do now?” Pamela fumed out loud as she tossed her purse on a nearby chair and headed into her bedroom. After glancing over her mail, which mainly consisted of bills and junk mail, Pamela took off her work outfit and headed off to take a quick shower before making her plans. A short while later, Pamela was seated on the couch in her living room wearing her blue terry cloth robe holding her head in her left hand while leafing through a magazine with her right hand. Several minutes later, she tossed the magazine onto the coffee table in front of her and sat back on the couch to think. After a minute or two, a mischievous smile appeared on Pamela’s face as an idea crossed her mind. Hopping off the couch, she hurried to the room she set aside for work related matters as well as samples of products she was helping to develop in the lab. Pamela sorted through several cardboard boxes that were marked for various items being researched for different clients. After going through several stacks, she came to one at the bottom that was already open with XPMT # 10001-ADST/L marked on the front in big letters.

Run, Lola, Run

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Lola wasn’t sure why she had agreed to work late night at the chain store she managed. On a cold January night with sub zero temperatures and blowing snow, the business had been deserted since early afternoon with the only visits being people looking for directions. If she didn’t live more than a few blocks from the store, she would have closed up and gone home hours ago. As it was, it roughly ten minutes from closing time and with no one inside except for herself, Lola decided to close early that night. After doing the usual closing chores, she snapped off the lights, locked the store and started the short walk home. The streets were completely deserted with only the sound of the wind whistling through the frozen tree branches. Lola was about three quarters of the way home and had just turning the corner onto her street when she stepped on an icy patch that was partially covered by snow. The brunette tumbled to the ground and struck her head hard on the frozen pavement causing her to lose consciousness almost immediately. An unknown amount of time passed before Lola woke from her unconscious state to find herself lying on a couch with a blanket draped over her. Sitting up, the brunette held her right hand to her forehead and winced in pain when she came across the bump on the back of her head. After taking her hand back down, she realized she was on a couch in a home she had never seen before in her life. After checking to make sure she still had all her clothes on and still had her ID with her, Lola sat up and tried to get her bearings a little better. She saw that she was in the middle of an expensively decorated room with paintings and antiques located in different parts of the room. Standing up, Lola slowly walked around the room stopping to look outside to see if she could ascertain her location a bit better. To her disappointment, she could see nothing but white snow as the storm, if anything, had intensified while she was unconscious. “Stuck in an expensive house in the middle of a nasty snowstorm with a bump on my head… this sounds like something straight out of a trashy horror novel….. " Lola said to herself as she resumed looking around the room. One thing she did notice was there was no sign of magazines, letters or anything that would indicate where she was. “Good to see you’re awake, Ms. Ferrari. I trust you’re not suffering ill effects from your fall,” a tall dark haired man dressed in a light brown business suit called out as he entered the room through a door at the far end. “I’m fine, I guess, and glad not to be outside in the wicked weather, Mr. ?” Lola said as she walked over to the man and extended her right hand. “Barnum…. Paul Tiberius Barnum. I was driving home when I spotted you lying on the ground unconscious. I put you in my car and took you here to my estate so you could recover in peace and quiet, " the man said nodding towards the outside view of one of the many windows. “Uhhh….. thanks. Could you tell me where exactly this place is ?” Lola said as she walked out of the room and into a long hallway that lead into the main foyer. From what she could tell, they were the only two people in the house which made Lola slightly nervous at heart. “Certainly. My home is about 10 miles beyond the city limits in the countryside. As it happens, we’re the only house here for several miles in all directions which affords me the privacy I crave. I’m sure you’ll be quite comfortable during your stay,” Paul said with a voice that was slightly unsettling to Lola. Despite her misgivings, Lola was fascinated by the things she saw on display inside the house as Paul took her on a tour of his home. She saw he had all the latest in electronic gadgets and gear including one room which seemed specifically set aside for surveillance monitors linked to outside cameras. The only thing she didn’t see anywhere was a telephone of some kind but Lola figured that Paul carried around a cell phone with him or had them hidden out of sight. After passing through a well stocked kitchen and large dining room, Paul led his guest into a large well ventilated room which he proudly proclaimed was his “creative space”. Lola saw several pedestals and empty cardboard boxes at the far end of the room with framed pictures of nude female statues along one wall. The other wall had a heavy red curtain covering it completely which raise Lola’s curiosity as to what laid behind it. However, Paul dampened her enthusiasm quickly by telling her the wall in question was set aside for future works and held nothing at present. “Do you have any trouble getting women to pose for your works ?” Lola inquired as she looked over the amazingly detailed works on display. The brunette marveled at how her host was able to capture little things like tiny crow’s feet under the subject’s eyes and erect nipples that jutted outwards like tiny stone daggers. “Actually, no trouble at all. Most of the women here were more than happy to take part in my work and only a few felt uncomfortable with posing in the nude. For them, I chose to do some work with them wearing luscious lingerie or latex,” Paul said as he ran his right hand over the stone ass of one of his sculptures. Lola thought briefly of asking her host if she could pose for such works but a wave of dizziness swept across her which she figured was the lingering effect of her fall earlier. “Is there… there a bedroom where I could lie down and get some sleep?” the brunette asked while holding her right head to her forehead. Paul nodded and motioned towards the top of the stairs. “First room on the right… there’s a washroom right next door if you need to freshen up. Take a few hours and lie down and by then everything will be all set, " he said with a smile that seemed strangely unsettling to Lola. After reaching the top of the stairs and the room in question, Lola looked around and, seeing there was no one else around, decided to strip off her clothes and take a nap to recover her equilibrium a little bit. Before dropping off, she locked the bedroom door as she had some lingering self doubts about Paul. Some time later, the brunette slowly woke up and found that the pain and dizziness she was feeling before had completely disappeared. However, the relief she felt in her improved physical health quickly dissipated as she looked around and saw that her clothes had disappeared from the chair she had set them on. In their place, Lola saw what looked a sports bra and lycra bicycle shorts both bright blue in color. Puzzled at the sight, Lola got out of bed and searched through the room’s closet and chest to see if her clothes had been stored away. To her disappointment, there was no sign of them anywhere in the room which distressed her to say the least. Picking up the bra and shorts, she slipped them on and although they were a tight fit , it was better than walking around naked. Walking over to a mirror, she noticed the top was rubbing against her nipples causing them to become erect and poke against the material in an embarrassing way. “I better go and see if Paul had anything to with my clothes disappearing. Maybe he’ll give me a ride into town after the storm is over,” Lola said softly to herself as she went to the bedroom door and unlocked it. To her surprise, when she opened the door, she found two burly men on either side of the door waiting for her. “If you’re ready, ma’am, the owner will see you now in the entrance to the competition area. We’re here to make sure that you don’t get lost on the way there,” the first man, a dark haired man wearing wraparound dark sunglasses, said in a clipped tone. Lola was going to ask what was going on but the look on the men’s faces indicated the answers she desired wouldn’t be coming from them. Mentally shrugging, she slipped on a pair of slippers handed to her by one of the men and dutifully followed them downstairs. Walking the length of the house, the dark-haired man stopped at a door located at the back of the house with a keypad mounted on the wall next to it. After depressing a series of numbers, there was a loud clicking sound followed by the door slowly swinging open. Lola was ushered inside by the two with the door closing tight behind her with a loud CLICK! that sounded foreboding to say the least. “Welcome, my dear. I guess now would be a good time to tell you the real reason you’re here with me. You see, you weren’t found by me last night by accident. I often go into the city when the weather is inclement to obtain new models for my new studio,” Paul said as he he strapped on what appeared to be a belt with plastic light indicators across his chest. “Ummm… that’s nice but I’m not really interested in doing the modeling thing for you. If you could get the clothes that I originally wore here, I’ll call a cab and be on my way,” Lola said as she tried to edge away but found the doorway blocked by the men who had accompanied her. “I’m sorry but I’m afraid I must insist for now. You see, my artistic abilities are limited by the medium I use so I decided some time ago to create the masterpieces in my studio with the models themselves as the base of the work, " Paul said while slipping on a pair of leather gloves. “You…. you.. you’re crazy ! You killed all these women for sort of ghoulish art gallery! Let me out of here!” Lola cried as she tried to spin around and run out the door once again. However, the men working for Lola grabbed her arms and prevented her escape. “Now, now, calm down, my dear. First off, the women aren’t dead… just transformed into the state they currently are in. They still retain conscious thought in their state and, I’ve been told, find their forms extremely sensitive to the slightest touch. I even change their forms from time to time to keep things interesting, " “To make things even more fair, I let them participate in a game to determinate their ultimate fate. I was a big fan of the Laser Tag game when I was younger so I had my private gym altered to resemble an indoor fight area. I, and the woman in question, both wear light belts and carry guns designed to trigger the light and sound of a ’ hit’ on the opponent’s belt. If the woman scores 3 ’ hits’ first, she receives 5 million dollars of my money and a one way trip to Europe in return for a written promise not to say a word what she saw here. If I win, she joins my gallery as my newest piece of erotic art,” Paul said as he picked up a plastic and steel gun from an open box nearby before gesturing to a set of doors behind him. " Behind those doors is where it all starts and ends, Lola.” Paul said with an evil smile. “A game with only one winner..” “You mean…? “Lola gasped trying not to scream. “Game on, Lola, " Paul said tossing her a brightly colored belt like the one he was wearing.

Something Simple, Something Complex

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Erin glanced at her cell phone for a text message that would explain why her boyfriend Wally was so late for their dinner date that night. The two had been a couple over the past two years and it had been pretty much great times for Erin the entire time. Early on, Erin saw, and heard, a few women try to latch onto Wally and the dark haired man had taken Erin aside and explained to her that the women in question were past girlfriends who he had ended relationships with some time ago. For some women, this might have been a devastating revelation but Erin appreciated the honesty Wally showed and quickly put the matter behind her. “Wally is such a thoughtful and caring man who has been such a wonderful man in my life. I think he’s honest and truthful about everything we talk about,” Erin thought to herself as she glanced at her cell phone a second time. A moment or two later, Erin heard the front door open and was relieved when she saw Wally walk into view seconds afterwards. “Sorry I’m late, honey, but the suits in R&D wanted me to, uhhh, start working late on some new experimental stuff and tonight was the first time. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you about this before now. I’ll try and make it up to you, I swear, " Wally said with a dismayed look and tone to his face and voice. “Oh, that’s all right, honey. Did you want to take a late night run down to the restaurant or take a rain check on the whole evening? " Erin said as she hugged her boyfriend and the two sat down together on a nearby couch. “Hmmm, how about we settle for a couple glasses of that imported Czech beer I bought last week instead? I have a proposition to make you that will liven things up for us as far as our intimate times together go. Are you interested? " Wally said with a slightly mischievous look crossing his face. “Let’s talk after the beer, shall we? That way, we’re both feeling good when you spring this little idea on me, " Erin remarked which brought a silent nod from Wally. After both had downed two glasses of beer and chatted about their activities of the past few days, Wally set his empty glass down on the nearby coffee table and leaned back to snuggle with Erin. “Ok, here’s the idea I have in mind and if you don’t want to go along with it, that’s no problem in the slightest. You know I’ve been working late recently in the research and development area of the company coming up with new chemical solutions for a wide range of uses. Well, one particular solution, I think, is supposed to heighten the sexual experience for a woman by approximately one hundred to two hundred percent with no side effects, as far as I can tell. In other words, Erin, you can take it, have the best sex of your life and not turn into a raging nymphomaniac, " Wally said somewhat quietly and with perhaps a little concern visible in his voice. For an entire minute, Erin remained silent as she contemplated the offer made by her lover. " Well, I have to admit, it does sound interesting. As long as there are no side effects and it delivers as promised, I’m more than willing to take part in some, uhhh, ‘home trials’, " she said with a playful look crossing her face as she traced the edges of her glass with a finger on her right hand. “There are no side effects that I’m aware of and as long as everything stays within the usual guidelines, it’ll be nothing but fun and pleasure. Now, tell me what you’ve been up to today, " Wally said as he patted Erin on the thigh and leaned back on the couch. Even as Erin recited the routine tasks that she had undertaken during the day, her mind was racing as she pictured what laid ahead in the coming days and weeks and if Wally’s promise was anything close to being true, sex was going to be anything but routine…. A few days later…………..