<?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>Chew on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/chew/</link><description>Recent content in Chew 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/chew/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Women of the 3rd Millennium</title><link>/stories/2019/05/21/women-of-the-3rd-millennium/</link><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/05/21/women-of-the-3rd-millennium/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The introduction:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A remarkable change had occurred during the past millennium; Perhaps more sinister than remarkable.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Soon after the turn of the 21st Century, a worldwide nuclear conflict broke out involving all the major powers. The force of the nuclear explosions had destroyed countless humans and animals alike. They also caused some inexplicable peculiarity to the human metabolism and chromosomes. These defects created much smaller and feeble males, and yet did not affect the female. They were born perfectly normal and developed into startling creatures with no defects whatsoever - even the common disabilities prevalent in the previous millenniums. So there are two outstanding results caused by the nuclear fall-outs; and thirdly, all those countries responsible were, quite simply, raised by their own petard. It did, however, cease all hostilities. No longer could the braying menfolk rattle sabres or flex their muscles, nor indeed, be any further threat to worldwide peace. After all, who could possibly take notice of heads of state ranting and raging at only six to twelve inches high?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Dark Period of History</title><link>/stories/2019/02/24/a-dark-period-of-history/</link><pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/02/24/a-dark-period-of-history/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Given to circumstances the beast is found in all of us - male and female alike - Robespiere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I shall not delve into the whys and wherefores of that radical change in French history or the political dogma as many may know the cause and outcome. Instead, I would like to write about the unmentionable occurrences that transpired as a result of that historical event&amp;hellip;. One can compare such horrors of human destruction to humans past and present, viz: The Holocausts such as the Soviet pogrom, the Cambodian Killing Fields and the Final Solution inflicted on the Jews and other &amp;lsquo;undesirables&amp;rsquo; opposed to the Nazi Regime, and the rather lesser widespread slaughter of certain minorities for political, religious and lebensraum purposes, and all the horrors they entailed&amp;hellip; So how can we deplore cannibalism - especially as such acts are at times virtually necessary?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Realism</title><link>/stories/2018/11/20/realism/</link><pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/11/20/realism/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This narrative is in first person singular and will change to third person towards the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;How many people, male or female, have certain fantasies which they are obsessed with&amp;hellip; dream of daily and nightly? Innumerably, no doubt.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have had a particular fantasy since the age of about 7 or 8, and it involved cannibals; having seen in an old book that had drawn pictures of naked natives. The nakedness had a fascination for me, imagining that I was a white hunter in darkest Africa and had been captured by a savage tribe, and seeing them dance around me; but that’s as far as it went. It was many years later that my fantasies developed &amp;hellip; from dominated by females (sexually as well as brutally) and began writing down my fantasies for a magazine and later, for various sites. All my stories were well received and sort after in several countries.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Banfield's Story</title><link>/stories/2018/11/11/banfields-story/</link><pubDate>Sun, 11 Nov 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/11/11/banfields-story/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Author&amp;rsquo;s Chapter Notes: I hope you all enjoy reading Banfields own account of his demise. This story was written by my friend BANFIELD who is unable to post this magical txt for us all to read so he has kindly asked if I could post this story on his behalf, all credit should therefore go to him. I trust the forum members will give praise to his vision as I myself already have.
Amanda.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Primal Hunger</title><link>/stories/2018/08/11/primal-hunger/</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Aug 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/08/11/primal-hunger/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Max was wide awake the very moment that he opened his eyes. He immediately leapt out of bed and rushed to wash up and brush his teeth. Most of the time this wouldn’t have been normal behavior for the high school student. Typically he would roll over, pulling the bedspread over his head, and resist getting up until his mother started nagging him to get out of bed. However, this was the morning of October 31st and, over the past few years, he’d been noticing changes in himself as Halloween, or Samhain, approached. The first year he’d noticed it, it wasn’t anything more than an increased altertness, even antsiness. He wasn’t able to figure out the reason for the feelings of agitation. However, they subsided fairly rapidly after Halloween was over and his memory of them faded. But they came back again the following Halloween, and they were stronger than the first year. He also became aware of sharper sensory perception, particularly the sense of smell. Once again, though, he quickly forgot about them after the holiday had passed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lo Mein</title><link>/stories/2014/11/11/lo-mein/</link><pubDate>Tue, 11 Nov 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/11/11/lo-mein/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Jenna brought in the Chinese food. She was 22 years old and six foot one with long blond-brown hair, blue eyes, full glossy lips, full breasts, and clean, unpainted fingernails that stuck out about 1inch past her fingertips. She was wearing blue jeans and a belly shirt, her bellybutton visible. She was relatively thin, but not too thin. And she was hungry.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She started taking out the Chinese food from the bag. Pork fried rice, wanton soup, spare ribs, beef lo mein, duck sauce, and three containers of twentieth of an inch tall men. She looked at the men, knew they were screaming bloody murder, but she couldn’t hear it. They were just too tiny. Her appetite was whetting just thinking about it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Paid in Full</title><link>/stories/2014/02/01/paid-in-full/</link><pubDate>Sat, 01 Feb 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/02/01/paid-in-full/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Michael sat at his desk smiling to himself. He had been smiling to himself for a few weeks now, he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t believe his luck. Madeline, his tall, shapely secretary, some 20 years his junior, had finally become his official partner after a 5 year affair. He knew it was hard on Trudy. He didn’t try and justify his actions, he knew that he was morally in the wrong, but that didn’t change his feelings. She would just have to accept that their marriage was over. No hard feelings, keep the car etc.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Main Meal</title><link>/stories/2014/02/01/the-main-meal/</link><pubDate>Sat, 01 Feb 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/02/01/the-main-meal/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Dan was definitely feeling down, Mitzi had walked out on him again,
she just did not trust him, he could not think why, as he only ever smiled back at the many pretty girls who admired him. Dan was in his early twenties, good looking by any standards, with an athletic body, firm stomach and curly dark hair. There was one particular attractive girl who had dropped her phone number in his pocket the other night, perhaps he should give her a call, as he did not fancy a lonely weekend.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Loch Ness Horror</title><link>/stories/2012/05/26/loch-ness-horror/</link><pubDate>Sat, 26 May 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/05/26/loch-ness-horror/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This story contains scenes of being eaten, biten and chewed - not for the squeemish!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Christiaan made his way down to the water&amp;rsquo;s edge. The pathway was enclosed by trees and he walked past a shelter that overlooked the Loch. The path came out in a stretch of shingle and a rectangular rocky edge that stretched out to be submerged in the water. To the right trees covered the steep valley slopes and the valley walls ran parallel with the water towards the horizon; disappearing around folds. The water was calm and reflected the hills. The day was clear and sunny as Christiaan looked out over Loch Ness.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Alicia's Birthday Treat</title><link>/stories/2007/03/12/alicias-birthday-treat/</link><pubDate>Mon, 12 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/03/12/alicias-birthday-treat/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Alicia gives me a piece of candy. The next thing I
realize, I am only 4&amp;quot; tall and looking straight up at a beautiful monument.
She picks me up and hides me in her lunchbox, telling me she&amp;rsquo;s taking me home to
celebrate her birthday. She gets me home and tells me to strip.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I tell her to go
to hell, bitch.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Wrong move!!!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The next thing I know I am picked up in front of
her huge staring face. She blows her hot breath on me and then starts pulling
my clothes off with her teeth as I am kicking and pounding at her lips in
complete terror, begging her not to eat me. She stops and stares at me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Oysters</title><link>/stories/2007/03/12/oysters/</link><pubDate>Mon, 12 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/03/12/oysters/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;He followed her into the living room where she instructed him to turn
around. She carefully placed the handcuffs on him and squeezed them tight,
when he complained that they were a little too tight, she smiled squeezed
them a little tighter and said,&amp;ldquo;Relax.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She then produced a colorful scarf
and proceeded to bind his feet. Sitting him down on the couch she turned
and said she would be right back, then quickly disappeared into the
kitchen.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Danielle</title><link>/stories/2005/10/19/danielle/</link><pubDate>Wed, 19 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/10/19/danielle/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;As Danielle lead me to her dorm room, I was overcome with excitement.
This was the moment I had been waiting for since the day I met her in my
History class.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Danielle was one of those women who really stood out, she had an exotic
beauty. For an Asian-American girl she was very tall, about six foot three.
Her body was athletic like there was no tomorrow, she was firm and lightly
muscled. She was on the track team and had been very successful. She had
short hair, which she dyed a burgundy shade. She also wore a pair of silvery
wire frame glasses, which I thought was sort of cute.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Danielle</title><link>/stories/2005/10/19/danielle/</link><pubDate>Wed, 19 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/10/19/danielle/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;As Danielle lead me to her dorm room, I was overcome with excitement.
This was the moment I had been waiting for since the day I met her in my
History class.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Danielle was one of those women who really stood out, she had an exotic
beauty. For an Asian-American girl she was very tall, about six foot three.
Her body was athletic like there was no tomorrow, she was firm and lightly
muscled. She was on the track team and had been very successful. She had
short hair, which she dyed a burgundy shade. She also wore a pair of silvery
wire frame glasses, which I thought was sort of cute.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>That Strange Island 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/that-strange-island-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/that-strange-island-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="thatstrangeisland.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That Strange Island&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On that strange island which no outsider ever visited, a traveler walked along a swiftly flowing stream. Coming to a deep pool, he stripped off his animal skins and entered the water for relief from the warm day.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As he climbed out, his feet slipped from under him on the wet rock and he slid down a short embankment, plopping into a mass of gooey muck up to his armpits. At first he was disgusted, but his disgust quickly turned to panic when his feet felt no support beneath him and the ooze began to draw him down.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>That Strange Island 3</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/that-strange-island-3/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/that-strange-island-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="thatstrangeisland2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That Strange Island 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On that strange island which no outsider ever visited, a certain girl whispered to two other girls in her village about a horrible&amp;mdash;and wonderful&amp;mdash;thing she had seen.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At that time, some women from a Friendly Village were visiting. One of these overheard the girls&amp;rsquo; whispers and went to their matrons to ask permission to take the girls to visit their village. Permission was given and they set off.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>