<?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>Jello on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/jello/</link><description>Recent content in Jello on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 18 Jul 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/jello/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Just Deserts</title><link>/stories/2017/07/18/just-deserts/</link><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jul 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/07/18/just-deserts/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;CAUTION: This story is intended purely as a fantasy. Do not attempt to recreate this scenario in real life! (Though it would be pretty cool.) Do not use without the author’s permission.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Janine was barely conscious, but she realized she was naked. What had brought her around was that something was being inserted into her ass. Something large. With alarm, she noted that once it was in, it swelled a little more, stretching her rectum. She could feel that she was lying on a cold, hard table, and that rubber-gloved hands were manipulating her. She wanted to see what was going on, but there was some kind of blindfold over her eyes. She wanted to struggle, to get away, but she was too weak to move. Her legs were raised, and she felt her feet being encased in tight, stretchy latex. Hands continued to work the latex over her legs, encasing them both in a single sleeve. This took several minutes, and then her pelvis and hips were covered, too.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Mix It Up!</title><link>/stories/2006/04/14/mix-it-up/</link><pubDate>Fri, 14 Apr 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/04/14/mix-it-up/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Disclaimer: This story is purely fiction. I do not condone the actions of any
persons in this work of fiction. Any similarities between characters in this
story and anyone, living or dead, are coincidental. Characters in this story perform
dangerous acts, DO NO TRY THIS AT HOME!&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;To the naked eye Helen was pretty ordinary. She was a cute, petite half Japanese
girl. She had always done well in school, even though she came from a
broken home, and had worked very hard to put herself through university. She
kept fit by playing basketball in the summer (&amp;ldquo;I may be tiny, but I&amp;rsquo;ll kill
you from the 3 point line&amp;rdquo; she was often heard to say at the Y where she
played) and cross country skiing in the winter. There wasn&amp;rsquo;t much that made her
stand out in a crowd, sure the boys would hit on her, but she figured that most
boys would hit on anything with breasts&amp;hellip; even her with her smaller than
average &amp;ldquo;rack&amp;rdquo;. She kept her hair short and generally stayed out of
the bar scene. She was a quiet, hard working, smart girl in the city.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>