Liquid on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Rilliana and Trisha

Sun, 26 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000

5: Lost

Evening was falling when the carriage finally came to a halt. Jeffrey helped his passengers out of the carriage and supported Trisha, who was still weak on her feet. Rilliana knocked on Celine’s door and looked around nervously.

“Are you okay, Rilli?” Trisha whispered, stroking her friend’s arm.

“Yes…yes, everything’s fine, I’m just…tired,” Rilliana murmured, pulling her arm away when Trisha touched her. The shifter frowned but said nothing as the door opened a crack. Celine’s face peered out, but they couldn’t see any more of her.

Testing Assistant

Thu, 31 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Josh looked at the help wanted ad again:

Seeking testing assistants. No experience needed, we’ll train. Uniforms, meals and housing provided. Minimum 1 year commitment. Apply in person at 4611 Industrial Way, New Ironton.

Then he looked at the stack of unpaid bills. And the eviction notice on top of them, with a sigh. His life had gone to hell since he got fired from his job at the supermarket, but it wasn’t all that great to start with. At least his car still ran. New Ironton was an hour’s drive away, but he figured that it was worth a try.

Fishy Bondage

Tue, 26 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000

If you are going to talk about your one night stand in the middle of a busy pub, the day after you have fucked her. There are a couple of things to keep in mind.

You are not talking about her pussy and how dirty and smelly it was. Humiliating her name and class in front of the people you are with.
Make sure she is not within ear shot of you as you talked about her in a negative way.

Dummy

Sat, 23 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000

One night, he who I call my lover came to me as I slept, and penetrated me with a needle of exquisite length. The shock of its entry brought me awake even as my lover’s drug begun its work. Helpless, I gazed through the darkness into the face of my fate. He spoke then, in the same, soft, tender voice I had heard so many nights before:

“You know that you can’t move, don’t you? Not so as a fingertip. Even now your breath becomes shallow, the rise and fall of your chest slighter; so slight it scarcely seems you live. But you do live, don’t you?”

Rubber Walk

Tue, 31 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000

Sam had ordered a long list of fetish items off the web. She had been planning a massive self bondage season for over 4 weeks and had finally found all the stuff she needed.

Liquid Latex Rubber gas mask Leather bondage cuffs Leather bondage harness Ball gag head harness Duct tape Ear plugs Rubber face hood Rubber butt plug Rubber dildo Chains Padlocks Metal poles Leather collar

Sam had put the keys to all the padlocks in metal box and she had put the key to her metal box miles away from her house. She had duct taped the key to a lamppost and would need to walk from the safety of her house to free herself from bondage. She would then need to walk back to her house, still in full bondage. The route she was planning to take was out the way and she should not meet anyone along the way. Sam was luck to live in a small town and she should be able t get away with it.

Rubber Walk

Tue, 31 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000

Sam had ordered a long list of fetish items off the web. She had been planning a massive self bondage season for over 4 weeks and had finally found all the stuff she needed.

The Building

Fri, 30 Oct 2015 00:00:00 +0000

The building broods where the cloverleaf junction meets the railway tracks, squat and massive, dominating the crossroads. Its position no coincidence, at the conflux of concrete and steel, where the ghosts of murderers cannot find their way back to take their revenge.

Up where the warehouses cower beneath screaming graffiti and vast pillars carry the arcs of the highway far overhead, where waste-grounds of abandoned development projects give way to weeds and squatter camps, the building hefts and spreads its tentacles.

The Experiment 4

Mon, 22 Sep 2014 00:00:00 +0000

story continues from part three Part 4

“What I don’t understand is, why do you insist on controlling production?”

Selena Warren sighed, glancing around her. Behind her stood Jeremy Wilkes, her former assistant, now full partner as well as lover. After locking gazes with him for a moment, she turned back to the speaker.

“Major Simmons,” she replied, “this process is, as you say, extremely useful, with an array of possibilities that almost stagger the mind. Unfortunately, the possibilities for misuse are nearly as great. I will not allow my discovery to be used improperly. I’m sorry, but my terms are not open to negotiation. I will, with proper funding, produce and install my discovery as needed for the space program. I will not, under any circumstances, give over the process to the military for open use.”

The Experiment 3

Sat, 06 Sep 2014 00:00:00 +0000

story continues from part two Part 3

Selena Warren frowned at the paper in her hand. “I don’t believe this.”

Jeremy Wilkes, Selena’s assistant and lover, glanced up from his work. “What’s wrong?”

“They’re buying out my lease on this property,” Selena replied, glancing around the converted factory she’d called both home and lab since her latest project had begun. “I now have the choice of paying full market value, or forfeiting the building and all contents. Including,” she added darkly, “all my materials and research.”

The Experiment 2

Tue, 26 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000

story continues from part one Part 2

With the grace and skill of long practice, Jordan slipped through the large building. Earlier, she’d heard voices in the room she now approached, but they’d seemed to move off, leaving her target area silent and inviting.

To those in the know, Jordan McNair was the ‘go to’ girl for scientific espionage. During her career, she’d made her way into some of the most secure labs in the world, so getting into this old converted factory had been child’s play. Now all that remained was to find the information she’d been so well paid to retrieve.

The Experiment

Wed, 13 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000

“Ok, so it’s new and it’s interesting. But does it actually have any practical use?”

Selena Warren frowned, turning to glance at her assistant, Jeremy Wilkes. “Of course it does,” she replied. In theory, we could revolutionize the toy industry, among other things. And we know it works. All we need to do now is test it to make sure it’s safe."

Jeremy nodded. “So,” he remarked, “another late night. Half your funding is going to go on overtime. Anyway, I need to run to town and pick up those new computer components. I shouldn’t be gone more than an hour or two.”

Ooze

Mon, 11 May 2009 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Ooze)

Part Two

I find myself regaining form only becoming aware of my surroundings when I am fully formed. I find myself stood in front of my mistress. She approaches me and I am unable to move until given permission and I can see she blatantly enjoys it. And I have to admit I love being her toy. She gets closer and rubs her rubber hand against the side of orbed face, the feel of rubber on rubber always feels such a turn on.

The Rubber Gallery

Sat, 19 May 2007 00:00:00 +0000

The life of an art student can be difficult. Anna came to Berlin from a remote part of Germany to study at the reputed academy of arts. She had exhausted her financial reserves and the cost of living in a city was much higher than she expected. Every Saturday she flicked through the small ads section of the papers in the hope of finding a job and thereby improving her financial situation. Mostly, these were very badly paid restaurant jobs, but now and then she would manage to find some more lucrative modelling work. Anna had a perfect figure; long legs, small waist, well-proportioned hips, firm round breasts, a slim neck and good facial bone structure. She liked putting herself on display and didn’t mind posing naked, which was appreciated by photographers.

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.

Diane's Prison

Thu, 20 May 2004 00:00:00 +0000

One day more, here I am. Or may I say night?

I really don’t know. I can’t know what day or time is it.

Here enclosed in my prison, I just can’t conscience of time.

The hours appear to be days, and the days years.

And everything started that damned day…

I worked in an office. I was a lawyer, a good lawyer. I had solved hundred of cases.

When I arrived home, I had a shower, afterwards I had dinner, and then I went to the Club. It was a “Fetish Club”.

Material

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

Steve had been with the Corporation as a research lab technician for 10 years. Day in and day out he had travelled the long elevator ride down into the ground and gone through the same procedure everyday. As a practical man you would have thought this was enough, to eat at the same table for breakfast, to put on his standard coveralls and lab coat of white plain cotton and to see his name tag on the left pocket. Picking up his briefcase and making the small walk to check in with the military police and waiting for the lift to take him downstairs. For the most part of ten years he had worked alone, if he had needed help he could always call on the others who worked on one of the levels around him, but for the most part Steve liked to work alone, he played his music, talked to the computer recording his notes on failed experiments and those successful ones that had got him his own lab. But lately he was not getting the new assignments, he was picking up castaway projects that had failed or to his displeasure held no real interest. But Steve was a basic scientists and he did what the Corporation told him to do. So when six months ago, he got a new project he was surprised to see new faces at the table, two of his colleagues had left, and a stunning new girl sat opposite him at the large glass table. In front of him was the usual white legal size folder, marked TOP SECRET, he thought to himself, possible a remote control rabbit I be making this time. As he listened to the director droning on about profits and losses, Steve couldn’t help but look at Doris, she was stunning about 5 ft 100 lbs or so, even in basic work attire she had a body that was fantastic. The meeting ended and off they all went to their labs, as Steve walked into his lab he spoke to his computer, music, and the CD player started, random songs would play. He went to his work bench and broke the envelope open. Liquid latex, for the use in chemical warfare, design a suit that is rigid and flexible, see box 1a for samples, see lab kit 17c for failed chemical analysis…… Steve read on and on, as he read he carried the package with him and opened the boxes. After three days of reading the brief Steve had set up his lab for this project, a 10 by 10 unit had been set up with a bench for experiments, another he had put the failed rubber latex materials and he had set about logging everything, basic practical and very routine So as the project progress his reports to his Manager where similar to those who had failed, chemical not willing to expand, chemical breaks down at high temperature, chemical falls apart, etc. etc. Steve was getting discouraged when one day when he was wearing his long lab latex gloves near a boiling pot of latex he fell asleep, he must have knocked over the chemicals by his arms, he woke with a scream of pain, the latex had been spilled into chemicals and was now on his gloved had, the pain was intense. Knowing he could not peel off the latex, he ran to the fit aid kit and fire extinguisher, with on hand he unzapped the bottle and sprayed white foam on to his hand. The pain stopped, he towelled off his arm and with a worried expression, pulled off the glove. To his surprise two things happened the glove came off with no problem, but his arm and hand were not burned. At first Steve was more concerned about damage to his hands to notice the glove that had come off his hand. After ten minutes and a drink of water Steve sat down and looked at his damage work table, better clean this mess up, he went first to get the latex glove, as he picked it up it felt light and flexible the latex had changed colour to a dark metallic grey colour. Steve put the glove on and pull it tight was it his imagination or did this material now cover more of his arm, he continued to pull and it was up to his armpit. This is great, he ran over to the bench and quickly gathered what now was a large amount of latex material into a container. In his excitement Steve did not forget, yes my computer, he started talking to the computer and found out the experiment had been recorded, yes Steve was thinking, he read out loud the chemicals that had been in the jars. After what seemed hours he stopped, he pulled off the glove and the latex went back into a small glove. It was now 5:00 am, so Steve decided it was time to take a nap, he went over to the bed in one end of the lab and was quickly asleep dreaming about his new discovery. The Test Steve was up by 2:00 p.m. he quickly showered and towelled off he was used to the no public body hair that was removed every time he took a shower. He was in such a rush to get back to work he just pulled on a pair of briefs and a lab coat. Putting up the liquid latex, he noticed it still had it liquid form, he shock the container and said out loud " Its almost like molding something, so far the material has shown a great deal of promise it can stretch and move, but how does it hold up to retaining its shape. Steve decided to try something, running to the wardrobe area he found one of the failed materials it was a rubber drivers outfit. Steve set the liquid on the burner and started to heat it up as he got into the drivers outfit, having thrown off his briefs. Now Steve was no spring chicken but at 36 he had a hard body, no fat, his 5 10’ frame was solid, he slipped the suit on, thinking he could have used a size a bit bigger. He pulled on the diving shoes and the divers rubber open faced mask and gloves. Taking the rubber compound he stepped into a large floor container that was about up to his thighs, he poured the latex over his back and front, the heat was intense again, but the rubber suit was thicker then his old glove so he did not feel like he was burning. As he poured he spoke, material appears to be coating itself to rubber dive suit, its travelling along my back, I am hoping that it covers my whole suit “……his words fell silent as he spoke he watched as the liquid started covering his body, it started to move up and around and join in with other latex streams, when he had stopped pouring the liquid kept moving, covering even his diving hood. Steve started again, " the liquid appears to be molding to my body” as he spoke those words, the suit tighten, at first it was a brief strain, but then it stopped. Steve felt the suit it had dried, but was still flexible, he was like a Greek god, he noticed that there appeared to be no difference between the liquid and the diving suit. As he sat down to make sure his notes had all this detail, he started getting excited and he started getting hard. He looked down to see his cock was now pointing out but was covered in latex. But that can t be Steve thought the diving suit didn’t have that type of sheath on it. He could see his latex encased balls, he then noticed how tight the suit was, he stood up and looked in the mirror and watched how the suit was formed around his butt, a dirty thought came into his head and not use to not speaking out loud he said wow I wonder what a butt plug would feel like in this material. Steve felt and then watched as the liquid latex formed up and slowly entered his butt, oh my he moaned as the liquid latex first filled and then became hard inside of his ass. Steve was turned on but was determined to keep his thoughts, As he spoke out loud he stared working on his second batch of liquid, he added a different colour to the mix and soon had a bright jade colour material. Steve thoughts turned to getting his own suit off. He spoke out loud, I wish I could remove my suit, and as if by magic, the suit pulled away from his body. Steve spoke again, suit back on, and within seconds he was in cased in latex. For hours he spoke different instructions to the latex and it did as he commanded. He had to know something. Making sure he was dressed normal, he had the latex pull away from his hands and feet . He was now dressed in a lab coat, he called Doris and asked if she could come to his lab. A few minutes later Doris arrived, she smiled and said " its nice to see a face once in awhile " Steve smiled back and asked Doris if she would mind helping him with an experiment. Doris said not a problem Steve explained that he wanted her to just talk to the liquid in the bucket to see if it would respond to her voice. Doris started talking the liquid did not move. Steve looked disappointed Doris said don t worry maybe if we tried something different. Steve showed Doris the glove and explained that he had coated it with material that seemed to adhere itself to the glove. Doris suggested he try it again, Steve agreed, that it would be easier if she became the test subject and he would run the experiment. Doris seemed to just want company so Steve walked her over to the wardrobe and handed her a diving suit. Doris went and changed, Steve yelled make sure you remove all your clothes I would like the experiment to be a close to the original as possible. " No problem Steve " Minutes later she came out the suit was tight and her body was even now more revealed by the skin tight material. Steve helped her with the diving hood. With gloves and diving shoes on she stepped into the container that Steve had stood in the day before. While Doris had changed Steve had got the liquid ready for applying.. Doris was standing ready. Steve warned her about the heat but it would not harm her through the rubber diving suit. A little nervous smile crossed her face, I trust you Steve. With that Steve poured the liquid onto her back and chest Doris tensed up, oh it is hot, Steve spoke, cover her body, the liquid latex, flowed around her breasts, and around her pussy, the rubber diving suit was completed covered in shinny jade latex, even Doris noticed the latex was moving by itself " Steve what have you made here " Doris asked in wonder, Doris nipples started to show through the latex, Steve knew that the latex was doing the same thing his had done. " Cover the head, leave the face open " the liquid latex flowed up Doris body and attached itself to her hood, in seconds she was a perfect jade outfit of latex. Steve spoke again, " liquid tighten " Doris groaned for a second and then the suit was perfectly fitted to her body, her breast and nipples showed, her curves where more defined. Her butt was nicely rounded. " So what do you think " Steve was beside himself with pride and he could not help but lust after Doris, and she seemed to be getting excited by the outfit. " Its so flexible and light, and it fits like a dream “, Doris must have noticed herself in the mirror because she became aware of how she looked, she tried to cover up. But her gloved hands could not be in all places at once. Steve spoke as he took off his shoes and jacket,” Latex on “, and soon he was encased in latex again only his face was still showing. " I have found that the latex responds to my voice, I want you to wear yours for a day or so and try and talk to it and see if it responds to your voice and thoughts.” Doris looked a bit confused and taken back, " but I can’t go around wearing this " “Oh I see what you mean, latex off feet and hands and head, " Her latex removed itself from her body parts. " Is that better?” " Oh yes " Doris was starring at herself in the mirror, running her now gloveless hands over the latex liquid body suit. " It can do other things you know" Steve sort of hinted at.

Ooze

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

My name’s Jay. I now live a life that people can only dream of. And here’s how it began.

I had woken in a haze. Not quiet feeling myself, I lifted my groggy head to find something wasn’t quite right.

I looked up to find myself lying on some kind of examination table in the middle of a completely white room. I then looked down at my body and it definitely looked different, shiny and black from what I could see but maybe that’s just the blanket that’s covering me. I lift my hand to remove the cover to find a slick shiny black hand reaching up. This didn’t seem right so I reached for my face, except it wasn’t there. I couldn’t feel any features at all, no nose no anything. I raised my other hand in an attempt to at least find something of my face but just felt around and felt nothing but a smooth surface.