Gynochair on Gromet's Plaza Archive

The Doctor Is In

Sun, 21 Aug 2022 00:00:00 +0000

“Well, good afternoon Mrs. Blades, how have you been?” office manager Marjorie Hastings sheepishly asked .

“Not too fucking good, I need to speak with my husband, NOW!” responded Dr. Harold Blades’ wife in an angry voice.

“At the moment he’s on a conference call and will probably be a while. It would probably be a good idea for you to come back in about an hour.”

Rita Blades glanced down at the phone on the office manager’s deck noticing no outside phone lines were lit. Rita Blades quickly locked the office door and pulled a small caliber gun.

Institute for Complete Rubber Immersion

Wed, 18 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from chapter eighteen

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Neither snow nor rain nor gloom of night would stay this courier from the swift completion of her appointed rounds. I think I was more motivated by the hope of finally being with Chauffeuse than the fear of suffocating to death as a giant orange monster trapped in its own thick rubber skin. The pushcart glided smoothly and I was soon easing it into the elevator. As long as I didn’t make any abrupt turns or stops I felt confident the load would remain stable. As I pressed ‘10’ my heart fluttered, what was only yesterday seemed so long ago and I looked forward to the re-materialization of the alien goddess.

Institute for Complete Rubber Immersion

Wed, 14 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from chapter sixteen

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I eased myself down onto the pushcart and tried to get comfortable. Surprisingly its design allowed my humpback to pass through two posts which supported me behind the shoulders and I was quite pleased with the result. I gazed into the garage trying unsuccessfully to discern exactly where the entrance was. Using one of my large orange feet I propelled my lounger closer to the precipice, stopping cautiously about a foot away. Now I was able to see the steep sloping drive that descends from street-level. I waited and watched.

The Rubber Lab

Sun, 02 Apr 2017 00:00:00 +0000

This is the journal of a young man named Micah who volunteered for a clinical study that changed his life for good. He never expected to be subjected to such depraved, twisted, and bizarre practices when he went to The Rubber Lab.

Day 1 - The Ad

The ad read:

“Healthy male volunteers needed for 28-day inpatient study. Qualified participants will be compensated up to $20,000, and is free of all federal and state taxes. Participants can’t have a latex allergy. Must inquire within. Mention study 1028”