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Specimen #3346

Tue, 29 Sep 2020 00:00:00 +0000

WARNING: THIS DOCUMENT CONTAINS CLASSIFIED INFORMATION, TOP SECRET CLEARANCE IS REQUIRED. UNAUTHORIZED POSSESSION, SHARING AND/OR TRANSMITTING OF THIS DOCUMENT CARRIES A MINIMUM SENTENCE OF 20 YEARS IN A FEDERAL PENITENTIARY, IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE ESPIONAGE ACT.

The following are transcripts of audiotape logs from a senior researcher at the xenobiology research facility located in [Redacted].

August 7, 1974:

Dr. Stephen Harrington recording. Specimen #3346 was recently brought to our facility by agents of [Redacted] after they recovered it from the wreckage of an unidentified craft that crashed in the wilderness near [Redacted], Canada. Specimen is a translucent purple mass of protoplasm weighing approximately 0.45 kilograms. Looks less like any form of life and more like grape Jello. As of this recording, #3346 shows no signs of intelligence. Damned thing does have an appetite, however; I recently watched as it engulfed and consumed two white laboratory mice we placed in its container. I think I’m going to be sick. End recording.

A Suitable Arrangement

Tue, 04 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000

WHAM! Smash! Kapow! Both muggers fell to the pavement, clutching their aching heads and rattled ribs. “Oh… oh my god, thank you!” With a wheeze, the lanky victim they’d been terrorising staggered to his feet, gratefully accepting his rucksack from her hands. “You came just in time… I-I’m gonna call the police, but… thank you so much!” His saviour nodded, flashing him a trademark winning smile. Muscular limbs (though not brutish or bulky) and a confident stance announced her strength without having to say a word. Oh, and the fact that she’d just tossed a couple of burly men around without breaking a sweat. That was something of a giveaway too. “Anytime. Just watch where you wander late at night, okay?” “Y-yes ma’am…” She was very pretty, a charming wink accompanied by a vague wave at the two would-be thieves. “Hopefully these two will see the error of their ways in the back of a cop car. As for me…” She shrugged, her short gold-blonde hair swinging as she did. “I better be on my way. Stay safe!” Before the befuddled citizen can reply, she takes a running start and leaps into the air… several stories into the air, springing impossibly high into the night sky as her cape flutters. He just watched her go with utter bewilderment, halfway to pinching himself in case it was all a dream.

“Mmh.” Her enormous strides slowed, having skimmed across several blocks and through a menagerie of neon and smoke. Few people would look up in time to see what the noise was, to catch a glimpse of her ludicrously quick traversal of the city. And even if they did… who’d believe them? “Yeah, I know… I’m exhausted too.” She thought aloud, coming to a heavy halt on an apartment rooftop. Her boots skidded on gravel, and she took a few moments to stand and catch her breath. “Ah… that took longer than expected, sorry.” Mumbling away to herself, she dusted off her form-fitting leotard and began wriggling both hands free from her gloves, pulling parts of her costume off before she’d even reached the stairway door. Retrieving a key from between her generous cleavage (where else?) she crept inside, taking care not to slam the door or make any unnecessary noise. She’d already had a close shave with the landlord last week, and noise complaints were the last thing she needed as a secret super alter-ego going about her business. Nobody lingering on the stairs, at least. No witnesses to see her shapely form squeezed into lycra and latex, muscles rippling as she scampered downstairs to her secret lair. Also known as her apartment, which was in dire need of some tidying up after this weekend. “Finally… phew…” With the door shut at last, her shoulders slumped and her eyes closed. “Easy-peasy. Nobody spotted us at all…” “Mmm…” A faint humming lingered in her throat, an apparent reply to her reassurances. In acknowledgement, she shuffled into the room and started kicking off her boots, unzipping her scandalously revealing one-piece suit and letting it loosen around her arms. With only a little wriggling, she pulled it over her broad hips and set about doing the same to the stretchy leggings that completed her superheroine ensemble. “Ahhhh…. I swear that thing rides up my ass so bad sometimes, we gotta see about trading it in for something less… unf, assertive.” Her remarks were accompanied by a yawn, and a glance down at her naked body in all its splendour. “Not that I mind seeing more of you, of course. Heh.” Those hands of hers wandered, stroking her thighs up and down, brushing her hair gently away from her eyes. “As much as I’d love to spend the night, I better not show up to work tomorrow looking like this… people will ask questions, get turned on, get jealous, you know how it is…” “Mmnnnnn…” an embarrassed squirm overtakes her for a moment, and her cheeks tinge with red even as she smiles. “Mmh…” “I know, I know… I don’t want to leave either, so you can quit squeezing me so tight in here, mmf… C’mon, I can snuggle with you if you lemme out~” “Mmnn.” Her fingers pinched at those cheeks, gently tugging at the reluctant skin stubbornly holding itself in place. “I’ll, ah, I’ll make you dinner… I’m starving, so I know you must be too. I won’t run off into the wilderness if you open up, I promise!” After a few more minutes of quiet humming and squeezing, her body relaxes at last. Tension eases from every muscle, like soft fabric going slack, and with a grimace she pinches her own tongue and begins to pull. It’s slow and awkward, but out comes her soft palate, her gums peeling away as her entire face begins to stretch. As the saliva-coated protrusion is tugged free from deep inside, her back begins to shift apart - like a pair of curtains drawing open, skin splits along a perfect seam and shifts forward, peeling away from a person hidden within. Arms, legs, her audacious chest all come loose and limp With one last lurch, she manages to untangle herself from the guy she’d been clinging to for the best part of an evening. She gulps down several breaths, laying beside him on the sofa, coils of skin slowly morphing itself into a person-shaped state. “Mmmmmnnhhh…. You’re a jerk…” Were the first words from her reformed mouth, lightly shoving against his shoulder once she could sit up enough to reach. “I’m gonna be coooold…. baaaaabe, mmnnnhhh…” “Mmpf, hey, I won’t be long…” He stretched, acclimatising to moving his own limbs unassisted at last. Spending so much time being subconsciously powered-up by his girlfriend left his arms and legs feeling like concrete, gravity suddenly such a harsh mistress. “Mmmalright. Stay here, wrap up warm, while I go make us dinner…” Her fingers slip away from their clutch around his arm, reluctantly allowing him to stagger to the kitchen. She was hungry, yes, but it was never a fantastic feeling when she gave up the warmth and closeness they enjoyed whilst sharing her body. Stretchy powers were fine on their own, but without a solid foundation beneath she fell afoul of that damn conservation of mass business. On her own she still pretty tough, flexing and ensnaring any wrongdoers trying to escape, but she often struggled against more brute-strength obstacles in her way.

She’d come across a solution: Take her boyfriend with her. Use her powers in an unorthodox way to deform herself, shifting mass around in just the right way and hollowing out space to pull him inside, let him wear her like a suit. Truth was, it wasn’t just to bulk up and focus on being super-strong, but to keep him close as well. To feel him there, as close as they could ever be. To employ the metaphor of a ‘human shield’ in the most literal way she knew, and be an impenetrable barrier against any attack. He’d taken to it remarkably well, even better than the time she’d first revealed he was dating a weirdo with superpowers. At the time she’d been a nervous wreck, trying desperately to maintain the masquerade and avoid the horrible reality where he would find her secret and be repulsed, unable to reconcile with the two lives she lead. But as it turned out, he reacted to her tearful admission with an enormous hug and many reassurances that, no, he wasn’t mad or grossed out or upset, and that he wasn’t going to freak out about what she was. “That’s… awesome.” Once all their mushy feelings had finally settled (it took a lot of cuddling, after all) his response was one of utter amazement. She endured a mixture of embarrassment and relief at finally being able to flaunt her stretchy abilities around the apartment, demonstrating impossible feats of flexibility and crawling through ridiculously tight spaces - her preferred method of sneaking around places she shouldn’t be, of course. All of it he accepted and marvelled at, in particular her ability to pull him into a hug from across the room and wrap him up in her seemingly endless arms ’till she was satisfied. Indeed, she spent a lot of time hugging him, even more so after her big reveal. When she got home from work, when they were watching TV, when they went to bed… “Heyyyyyyyy…” Her voice muffled by the cushions, she stared at him longingly. Was it maybe worth reaching a snakelike hand over to the next room and reeling him in again? Ahh, too lazy. He’ll be back soon anyway. “Mmmmm…” Their present arrangement came about almost by accident. A particularly chilly night made her cling extra tightly as he slept, unconsciously spreading over him like a creeping vine desperate to have as much surface in contact with his warm body as it could. The next morning, he woke, crawled out of bed, and found his girlfriend stuck to him. Her drooling head still perched on his shoulder, her limbs all but completely wrapped around his. He let her snooze like that for several minutes, stroking her hair and smiling as her eyes fluttered at last - and promptly freaked out, not knowing how she got there, or why she couldn’t untangle her stretchy extremities… As it turns out, it’s awesomebeing a superheroine. After bringing up the idea to go all-in, he reassured her it wouldn’t be too weird that she liked the feeling of someone’s body wrapped up inside of her. He didn’t bat an eye being made to slip inside her stretchy form, gazing into the mirror once she’d closed up around him… so maybe stuffing things down his throat and into his orifices was a little discomforting at first, yeah, but the results were something to behold. All the mass she’d usually have to maintain inside could now be used to pad out generous curves and bulk up her arms and legs to a mighty strength. She looked hot,and they had acquired the outfit to emphasise as such…

“Alright, it’s comin’…” After an eternity of waiting (like eight minutes at least) he returned, carrying with him two plates of scrambled eggs and toast. He couldn’t tell if her hungry gaze was fixated on the food or him, so he didn’t tarry setting it down and snuggling up beside her. “Here we go. Gah, if I’d known you were so hungry I would’ve wriggled out of you three muggings ago…” She shot him a frown, replying in-between mouthfuls. “Hey! We helped those people, justice is the only nourishment I need!” “Pff.” He watched her scarf down a huge gulp, smiling. “As I can see.” “And anyway… You did most of the work. I was just there to help, keep yousafe, and all…” He glanced at the superhero tights discarded across from them, their ‘uniform’. Surprisingly, she’d suggested it… perhaps it was intended to make him squirm, showing off that much of her curvy body once she’d engulfed him, but instead he revelled in the opportunity to flaunt such sex appeal andkick ass while doing it. That ass-kicking was very much a joint effort, their movements tightly coordinated and kept in rhythm to maximise their combined strength - though she was the one with powers, and she did most of the work. He rolled his eyes, sneaking an arm underneath her precious blanket and looping it around her waist. “Heyhy. You did waymore than just help. You know you do such amazing things, and I am but your humble sidekick, right? I do the talkin’, and you do the amazing feats of heroism!” “…Hm.” Not totally convinced, but all the same she reciprocated his squeeze and leaned against him, full up and drowsy. “I s’pose…” “That’s right. And even your mild-mannered alter ego is the most incredible, wonderful girl I could ever ask for….” Trailing his fingers through her blonde hair, he was never more cosy than when she was in his arms. Listening to her slow breaths, feeling her worries drain away as they lay entwined and sleepy. He needed these moments of blissful calm together as much as she did… “Mmrnnnhh..” Exhausted of words, she just buried her embarrassment against his chest and mumbled, a vague and muffled threat of wrapping him up inside again if he kept teasing. “Mm, it’s okay…” Best keep hugging her tightly, keep her warm and safe, lest he wake up stuck inside of her needy cocoon the next morning… Not that he’d mind awfully. What a terriblefate indeed, forced to take the day off work and spend it with his girlfriend, oh no. Horrifying. So much so he was considering doing it anyway just to let her sleep in tomorrow… she’s certainly earned it. “… Mmmh, promise me one thing?” Her voice rose from his torso. “No more puns, they’re so bad I wanted to punch myself just to hit you…” “Heh. I know some jokes just don’t suit the situation, or they’re some ridiculous stretch…”

Pokemon: May's Blankie

Mon, 12 May 2014 00:00:00 +0000

It had been a long journey for our heroes but they finally made it to Carnival Town. The kids decided to split up and explore this wondrous place. Brock and Max wondered off to find out about new foods to try. All the while Ash and May decided to check out the games and attractions.

May came upon a game that was giving away pokeballs with random pokemon inside if you knocked down all of the bottles with a baseball. The game was only a quarter to play and May knew she could win. About $1.50 later, May finally won a game.

JD's version of 'The Blob'

Mon, 12 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Joanna switched off the CD player, wound the windows up and got out of the car. One of her neighbours passed by and yelled “Hey Joanna! Looking good as always!” She turned, laughed and said, “Thank you, Mike! But I’ve had better days!”

“Good day, today?”

“Hectic.”

“Ahh no, sorry to hear that. Maybe you should pop round my place for a bit and chill out. I’ve got a mountain of wine bottles at home!”

Adventures in Rubber

Sat, 04 Dec 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter Seven

Part 16

When he had “Jason” free of the straps holding her to the gurney, Mr. Dodds led her into the adjoining room. This room was adjacent to the one where Mandy had first entertained Flora and her guest. Its two prominent features were a low, round structure like a well, in the middle of the room, which appeared to be filled with rubber sheets, and an X-shaped bondage frame attached to one wall. It was attached at the centre to a large metal hub bolted to the wall. There was also a large hoist hung from a traversable track on the ceiling, and a diver’s air compressor on a wheeled dolly.

Thought & Time

Sat, 15 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Thought & Time.

I reached out to press the green button and the door opens, allowing me to enter into my paradise chosen.

Naked now, I wait!

My legs feel the tight grip of liquid latex slowly covering them. It reaches my butt and rolls around the flesh of my bottom, at the same time I feel it flow between my thighs covering my freshly shaved slit.

My clit stands out on its own now, the latex flows around and then encompasses it, now I have a female version of a cock all smothered with a condom.

Ambush at Mill Creek Park

Wed, 01 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Here is another one to add to the group of short stories as opposed to novelettes…what is fact and what is fiction…you’ll never know

After all these years, I’ve slipped back to my roots of rubberism. I am wading again, not just wading in water to my knees or waist but deep water and thick mud. The deeper the water and mud the better! Feeling the gooey mud pressing rubber close about me is the most amazing feeling. The cool from the mud works it way through the layers and keeps me cool even as I exert great effort just to pull my feet out of the bog and sink into the next brown sucking spot.

The Oil

Sat, 06 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000

The Oil Part 1 I was out jogging when it happened. Where I run there’s a long stretch that’s all straight track, a ditch either side, and sparse woodland beyond that. Some people have commented that its a rapists dream, but those people are fools, you couldn’t hide behind a tree, they’re all too small and anyone who managed it would have a steep bank to climb, they couldn’t jump it, its a meter drop. Anyway, I reached my long stretch, when I picked up an unexpected guest. I didn’t notice the oil on my foot at first, didn’t feel it climb up my trainer wrap around my ankle socks. I didn’t realise it was there until it oozed over my sock and onto my leg. It was warm and black and I of course reached down and tried to brush it off. It stuck to my hand. The ooze was accelerating its climb, it had already covered everything below the knee and I could feel it oozing into my trainers, I managed to get my hand free but it kept growing, working its way over my hand and up my arm. In no time at all, it had covered my leg moved under my shorts, even my underwear and started working from my thigh down on the opposite leg, as it went it drew my clothes with it and began meshing my legs together. In a panic I reached out with my still clean hand and grabbed my shorts, they began to tear so I grabbed them with my other hand, only to find it wouldn’t grip, my fingers had been drawn together, the oil had become near frictionless. Frustrated I soon lost my balance. Oddly the ooze forced my knees to bend, dropping me into a kneeling position instead of landing me on my head. By now both of my legs were locked together, my bottom half naked, the ooze had apparently undone my running shoes and forced off both them and my socks. The oil now focused its attention on working its way up as I shook myself from side to side. Everywhere the ooze touched had turned to warm skin-tight steel. Once the oil had covered my arm up to the shoulder a tendril shot out to grab the main mass, which by now was just below my breasts, and working up my to. It forced my arm to my side and I assume meshed as it had around my legs. With my one arm remaining I began reaching for my shorts, and the small phone I kept in the pocket. I was however far too late, ooze locked my last shoulder, forced my bra (now undone) and top around my neck. As the oil slid down my arm it also meshed with itself against my side. The oil reached my mouth, instead of invading however it formed an ‘o’ ring in my mouth. Oddly it was only at this point that I had lost the option, that I thought of screaming. It coated my nose leaving breathing holes, and was only covered by eyes when I blinked. I felt it coat my scalp, and move along my hair. I lay in this bondage feeling nothing, no sense of motion or gravity, no sound penetrated my prison. I began to take stock and calm down, my chest which had been heaving, relaxed, I noticed that while this oil would not let me move it had no problem with me breathing. I had the sudden desire to scratch my nose. Once I had come to full rest the oil started moving again, creeping into my ear canal, it must have been evacuating the air somehow as there was no build up in pressure. This strange feeling continued for a second or two before it stopped again. It may have been five minutes before I heard it. ‘Hi’ The voice wasn’t a voice, there was no tone no pitch, just words. (I found out later that the oil had been carefully manipulating the muscles in my inner ear) I tried to struggle. ‘Don’t do that, I’m not going to hurt you, I promise, I’m going to explain some things, tell about myself then ask you to stay with me, if you say no, I’ll let you go, ok?’ I relaxed a little, I began to feel the oil moving against my skin, probing at my back rubbing the muscles, the effect was disturbingly pleasant given my circumstances. ‘First I’m not human, I’m the oil surrounding you, which sounds a little weird I know. My race, if you want to call us that are oil based, we are essentially, parasites, we feed off the oils that animals excrete on their skin. We first came into sentience by bonding with humans and have almost a hive mind, our body’s generate electrical signals in the same way your brain does, the major difference is that we can transmit our knowledge through most conductors, albeit with some degradation.’ The rubbing across my back persisted and expanded, soon my head was being massaged. ‘Regardless, we can link our minds and share our knowledge with others. After the first of us bonded with a human and shared sentience with us, we hit upon a moral quandary. Attacking a sentient being and forcing ourselves upon them is wrong we knew it and so we carefully created this system of attack which are now experiencing. You are being attacked by the way and for that I apologise, however it is necessary to my peoples survival.’ The probing moved down my legs. ‘But I’m not going to force you to stay with me, and certainly not in this position. You see, we can and do meld with an accepting human host, we slip within their body and to some degree there mind. By doing this we can change certain things in your makeup, cause your body to react aggressively to infection, your flesh to heal at a greatly accelerated rate, conserve energy, or expend it rapidly to increase temperature. Any number of things become possible.’ I was becoming quite a bit less frightened and rather more aroused by this point. ‘In the human mind we watch your forethoughts, we can improve your recall to near perfection. We basically take over your subconscious for a lot of reasons, mostly it helps us with control over your bodily functions. If you let me stay with you, you’ll rarely need the toilet, since I’ll be redirecting most of your waste fluids to produce more oil for me to consume, you’ll live a lot longer, my last host was over 200 when he finally died, an excellent doctor by the way. I’ll speak directly into your mind and in public I’ll be invisible since I’ll be within you.’ ‘Of course if you don’t want me to ever come out or speak to you, that is an option, I’ll be disappointed but I’ll manage. If you say no, then I’ll let you go right now.’ The ‘o’ ring relaxed and slipped away. I worked my jaw and said ‘I have some questions’ ‘Oh! I’m sorry of course you do! feel free.’ ‘Will it hurt?’ ‘No. Though I should tell you that once we’re together I’ll be able to send electrical charges through some parts of your brain, including your pleasure centres and the parts of your brain that register pain.’ ‘umm. will you actually do that?’ ‘Not if you don’t want me to, we’re very moral creatures.’ ‘what does this melding involve?’ ‘well… I’ll pull you deeper under the earth… oh I forget to mention, your about an inch below the surface now’ I tensed ‘Don’t panic! I have a breathing tube in place and I can draw moisture and nutrients from the soil around us, I can’t digest it myself though, but I can place it directly into your stomach it’ll take about 7 days for the melding to be completed, but I should be in your mind by the third or fourth day. Any allergies I should know about?’ ‘No. I think I’m ready now.’ I couldn’t really bring myself to say it. ‘You’re sure? you don’t have to rush’ ‘Yes, I’m ready.’ ‘Ok, one last thing, I can’t help noticing, you’re quite enjoying this aren’t you?’ ‘Yes’ I breathed it. ‘I can do some things in that regard, if you’ll let me?’ ‘Yes!’ I almost screamed it. The full body massage stopped ‘well then…’ It whispered in my ear ’lets begin’ It started at my mouth a tendril slipped between my lips as the oil pressed against my mouth. It was kissing me! and it wasn’t half bad! The kiss was slow and sensual, as I became short of breath, the tendril retreated, as did the ’lips’, and were replaced shortly by the ‘o’ ring. I felt the oil stroke at my face with non-existent hands, working its way down my body. I felt rings of pressure run around my breasts, slowly working their way up as the hands continued down through the valley between. Sliding along my supple belly, they broke away from each and moved out to my legs. They stroked my thighs gently, the swirling around my breasts continued reaching higher. But so slowly! I longed for something to touch my nipples! The hands moved from my thighs, circling clockwise around body, one became two and they began to alternate between massaging and squeezing my rear. The other climbed to a point just below my naval. It slowly descended, and in perfect symphony, as it hit my aching slit, the pressure around my breasts conquered the summit. Needless to say I exploded in orgasm. The rubbing around my breasts eased off, and the voice whispered in my ear ’not done yet, pet’ I felt lips brush my cheek. The hand stroked my slit gently, as the two hands on my rear ceased their movement and slid between my cheeks. I felt pressure build at both entrances. In tandem, they achieved penetration. I, only just recovering from my last orgasm, came again and again as the oil expanded within me, finding the g-spot and rubbing it. I came and came and came. Eventually I lay exhausted, almost unable to come anymore, the oil eased off, though I still felt movement within me. It seemed to be staying away from sensitive spots. The ‘o’ ring relaxed and it kissed me again before replacing it. ‘You taste unimaginably wonderful, pet.’ It said, I felt a gentle pressure all around me. I sighed contentedly and drifted off to sleep.

Synapse

Sat, 20 Jan 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

Being a rubber and latex fanatic for many years, Jenny had visited many fetish shops and online stores in search of the perfect toys and apparel. She was a small town girl who lived alone in a meagre apartment in the big city. By no means was this twenty one year old girl unattractive. She had short light brown hair, thin lips, and deep blue eyes that a man could get lost in. Her breasts were a tad on the smaller side of average but wonderfully firm and round, but her crowning glory was an ass that could stop traffic. She was proud of these traits but never really had any instinct to use them to get what she wanted. Putting forward the strong face of a hot successful business woman in an intimidating city all day long was taxing and she always longed to return to her apartment to escape. Men would constantly proposition her and she was nearly raped once, so she had no drive to associate with any man.

The Essence

Sat, 21 Oct 2006 00:00:00 +0000

It’s been at least ten years since the incident we experienced. Back then we were young, in love, and completely infatuated with the idea of having sex. Sexual gratification was indeed the very core reason why we even met each other in the first place.

She was once a student at Yale University, in fact she even taught there for a time, her major being Psychology with a minor in World History. At the time I was working as an archeologist for a local religious scientific group. We didn’t know who our benefactor was, but our goal was clear:

Toby's Tale

Wed, 10 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Toby was lying on the soft golden sand soaking up the heat of the sun. All his friends had gone abroad for their holidays when the factory closed for the three weeks. But Toby had found this little cove, hidden from all the world. He knew that no one else would come there. He had been coming here for a few years now and had never seen anyone. Even the road down to it was a dirt track.

Toby's Tale

Wed, 10 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Chloe

Tue, 02 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000

She was in a padded cell unlike anything she had known. It was on the small side, but not cramped. The walls were padded in a soft white. The lighting was warm and illuminating, coming from a mirrored ceiling. On one wall was a “couch” formed into it seamlessly. The wall curved out and then back to the floor to provide the seat. The floor was covered in an off white spongy rubber like material. Firm enough to be stable to walk on but with enough spring to prevent injury. Over near the couch though, it was apparent that the floor was different. The material there seemed looser and softer, looking almost like a nest.

Magic

Mon, 27 Oct 2003 00:00:00 +0000

“That old jerk! He ruined my best jeans!”

Gina stood in front of the mirror, examining herself. A tall, strikingly built woman, she loved to dress to accentuate her body. Today it was a pair of skintight jeans, topped by a sheer, long sleeve blouse over a low neck tank that barely covered the nipples of her large, firm breasts. Normally, Gina enjoyed preening in front of the full length mirror, but not today. Today, her attention was focused on her jeans. Specifically, on two small, dime-size black dots, one on the outside of each leg. The dots felt like rubber, and try as she might, she couldn’t peel them off.

Cheetara In Mumm-Ra's Pyramid