Lotion on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Alternative Medicine

Sat, 10 Mar 2018 00:00:00 +0000

After closing the final sale of my multimillion dollar petroleum engineering company to some investors in London, I stopped by the closest bar I could find to plan my retirement. After several whiskeys over ice, I figured I better head to the hotel. I turned up my glass to finish it off, but my eyes focused on this beautiful blonde coming in the door. Dressed in a tight black latex pencil skirt with a white latex blouse. She looked like someone I once knew but I could not place her. When she made the order for a glass of Chardonnay, I knew it was her. I made my way to the bar, right up behind her. “Put it on my tab barkeep.”

Adult Toys

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

Eileen crept silently across the deserted parking lot towards the illuminated store front of Adult Fun, a store specializing in adult entertainment items ranging from the latest XXX DVD/movie to a wide assortment of creams, devices and other items to heighten sexual pleasure.

However, the reason Eileen was headed for the store that night has nothing to do with a potential purchase. She had agreed to meet the owner Mitzie after store hours for a night of erotic pleasure that would add a new level of intimacy to their three month relationship. One fact she had no intention of telling Mitzie was Eileen’s real reason for the relationship that had blossomed between the two women.

Late Night Swim

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

Janice was about as happy as she had been in a very long time. After many years of an unsettled livelihood, she had finally settled down with a wealthy and handsome man named Morgan Booker who lavished with attention and a lifestyle most people could only dream of. Between the frequent trips the two took to the four corners of the earth and the numerous expensive gifts Morgan brought home to her, she felt a sense of serenity as she reveled in her lifestyle.

Patio Doll

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

Chelsea glanced through a magazine as she sat on the couch and waited for Jack’s arrival. He had contacted her earlier that day to tell her he had figured out a way for her to enjoy her vacation without going on the trip she had planned. Chelsea mentally grimaced as she remembered how she had booked a trip for a 7 day - 6 night stay at a hotel in Haiti. However, the recent spate of hurricanes that swept through the Caribbean had resulted in severe damage to the hotel she had booked for the trip. Her travel agent had told her that she could rebook with another hotel but she would have postpone her trip for at least two weeks due to overbooking. Considering all the hassles Chelsea overcame in booking the time off from work, it pointed to Chelsea spending a winter vacation at home surrounded by snow and cold instead of sand and sunshine. “Jack certainly sounded like he had a good idea. As long as it’s not something tacky like some sort of thing where I use some sort of painted backdrop, soothing music and a tanning bed……” Chelsea thought to herself to she tossed the magazine into a nearby rack and stood up to go to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. The percolator was just starting to issue steam when Chelsea heard the doorbell ring indicating Jack had finally arrived. When she opened the front door, Chelsea found Jack standing with what looked like a stack of long cardboard boxes and a long wooden item that had a tarp draped over it. “Turn that frown upside down, Chelsea. I’ve got something here that will make your time here seem like you’re on that sandy beach in Haiti,” Jack exclaimed while dragging the stuff with him inside. As Chelsea looked on with bemusement, she saw her friend quickly take various items out of the boxes and start assembling together with cursory glances at a set of instructions. The blonde haired woman’s amusement was quickly joined by a mental feeling of slight annoyance as she saw Jack was assembling what looked like a tanning bed with a painted backdrop of a summer beach scene standing behind it. “I know, I know, it’s not the same thing as fruit drinks and warm sea breezes but this is almost as good. I was trying to think of something to get you of your funk over your trip falling through when I found an offer that is almost too good to be true. There’s a new place in town, Tanya’s Tanning Salon, that was looking for women to take trial runs of a new tanning bed they were looking to use in the future. If you agree to sign this standard non disclosure agreement and do a few simple things outlined in the accompanying form, you get free usage of the tanning bed and a generous supply of body lotions and ointments. What do ya think?” Jack said as he handed one of the boxes to Chelsea. Frowning slightly, the blonde haired woman looked inside the box and saw that it contained roughly a dozen or so plastic bottles of various sizes and shapes. Popping open the top on one of the bottles, Chelsea took a quick sniff and found the aroma to be very pleasant. “Hmmmm, sounds like a good deal. There’s got to be some sort of catch to an offer like this…. there always is!” Chelsea muttered as she plucked a large bottle with red liquid out to see what the ingredients were. “Actually, that was my first thought too. However, I talked to the shop’s owner, Tanya Roberts, and she assured me that as long as you fill out the forms detailing your experience with the bed and lotions, it’s all free for you to use. I’ll swing by in seven days or so to pick up all this stuff and you can tell me at that point how wrong your assumptions were,” Jack replied with a broad smile appearing on his face. “Ehhhh, I guess so. If I get a bad burn or a skin rash from any of this stuff, though, you’ll be hearing from me first,” Chelsea said with a long look at Jack. Knowing what THAT meant, Jack silently nodded and quickly bade his friend good-bye. Chelsea looked around the boxes and equipment and sighed openly. “The things I get talked into sometimes….. ah, well……. " the blonde haired woman said softly as she kicked one of the boxes on the floor with her right foot. With that, she busied herself for the next half hour or so putting stuff in order before heading off to her bedroom to change into something more appropriate. Roughly twenty or so minutes later, Chelsea emerged from her bedroom wearing a red bikini cut high on the thighs trimmed in black and silver. Although she figured she wasn’t going to the beach, she may as well get into the spirit of the thing. “Let’s see, ‘apply tanning solution # 001 if you plan to use bed under 20 minutes otherwise # 002 is to be use. The lotions are designed to give you the maximum protection for sub-epidermal tissue while you achieve the fantastic tan you desire.’ This sounds ok so far…… " Chelsea said to herself before retrieving the bottle in question. Dabbling a generous portion on her right hand, she applied to her chest, arms and thighs before turning her attention to the tanning bed. Plugging the bright white apparatus in, she set a timer next to the bed and programmed it for 25 minutes. Humming a tune she had heard on the radio earlier that day, Chelsea, after putting a set of small goggles over her eyes, gingerly laid on the bed and closed the lid on her.

Photo Opportunity

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

Crystal waited patiently for the adult magazine photographer to show up and take the photos she agreed to pose for. She had done up her hair in pigtails to make herself look younger as the magazine had requested and had cleared out her bedroom in preparation for the shoot. She was about to call the magazine’s office and find out where the photographer was when the doorbell rang. Throwing a blue bathrobe over her nude form, she walked quickly to the front door and found a red haired woman waiting there with a black handbag hung over her right shoulder. " Hi, my name is Patricia and you must be the model the office has hired for today’s shoot. If you’ll show me the room that you’ve set up, we can start getting your beauty put on film," the photographer said as she shook Crystal’s hand while glancing around the home with a critical eye. Crystal blushed at the compliment and went to show Patricia her bedroom when she noticed the photographer had stopped in the middle of the living room and was unloading her equipment. “Ummm… the room which I set aside is up this set of stairs if you’ll follow me, " she said gesturing towards the stairs in question. Patricia smiled broadly while gently shaking her head. “Thanks but the bedroom portion of the shoot is for later. Right now, I want you to put on the outfit I brought with me so we can start doing the preliminary part of the shoot,” she said pleasantly as she handed Crystal a bundle of clothing. Crystal accepted the bundle with a puzzled look visible on her face, “I don’t understand. I thought you were going to take a series of semi-nude and nude pictures of me. I don’t remember in the contract I signed…” she started to say before Patricia held up her hand and motioned her to stop. “Don’t worry about it, my dear. In the contract, you agreed to a series of shots both clothed and unclothed against different backdrops. For this first series, I thought we could use the living room as a natural backdrop and you posing like a college woman getting home from class,” Patricia said as she started to set up the lights for the photo set. Frowning momentarily, Crystal decided to go along with Patricia for now though she resolved to have a look at her copy of the contract before it was all said and done. She went into the washroom for a few minutes and came out wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans, blue wool sweater and Rebike brand sneakers. Patricia nodded in approval and directed her over to the coffee table where she had stacked several text books in a pile. Over the next 45 minutes, Patricia shot several rolls of film with the photos ranging from Crystal posing sexily fully clothed to gradually removing articles of clothing until at the end of the shoot she was clad wearing only her sheer white bra and panties along with her sneakers. “Ok, Crystal, put on your robe while I get the equipment ready to be moved up to the bedroom and set for the other part of the shoot, " Patricia said quietly while taking down her lights and readying to go up the stairs. She paused to label each of the canisters that had film from the first part of the shoot before storing them in her camera bag. Before heading up the stairs herself, Crystal noticed a magazine logo on the side that didn’t look like the one that hired her for the shoot. It was of a nude woman posed rather strangely with the letters L and D written below it .Crystal figured that Patricia was a freelance photographer who took pictures for more than one adult magazine so she didn’t bother asking any questions. Once the two were upstairs, Crystal took off her robe and hopped up on the bed in anticipation of the photos. To her surprise, she saw Patricia pulling out a tall glass item with what looked like a dildo inside it. The photographer explained it was a device that allowed for the insertion of the dildo while at the same time kept her pussy in an O shape for those close-up steamy shots that were popular with readers these days. Crystal nodded though she personally had never heard of much less seen such an item before. The photographer then started to click away as Crystal seductively peeled off her bra and panties to reveal her luscious nude body. After a few shots ofthe brunette cupping her breasts and posing on her hands and knees staring hungrily into the camera, Patricia handed the glass toy to Crystal and told her to insert it slowly while she changed her camera film. Standing with her right knee on the bed and her left leg standing on the floor next to the bed, Crystal gingerly slid the dildo into her pussy and set the glass half on the bed. As the dildo entered her, she felt what she assumed to be lubrication on it making her feel quite good. She laid back on the bed and started to run her hands over her body in a seductive manner while Patricia clicked away. After a few minutes and Crystal’s mind swimming in the pleasure of the toy, Patricia stopped taking pictures and gently removed the toy from Crystal. Crystal pulled herself up on her elbows and, to her surprise, she saw that her pussy was still in the ovular shape that it formed when the glass was in it. She leaned forward and saw that, in addition, the edges looked different.. artificial in nature. " Ummm..Patricia… something’s wrong… I think I’m having an allergic reaction or something due to that glass toy..” Crystal said in a worried voice. She tried to pull herself to her feet but found she didn’t have the strength to so as she fell back onto the bed. Patricia continued to click away " No, it’s not an allergic reaction to the toy’s lubrication. In fact, I would say that it’s working just like it’s supposed to, " she said somewhat smugly. “Working…I don’t understand what you mean… I feel funny..so strange..” Crystal said a bit perplexed as she saw her legs were becoming rather shiny in appearance. She tried to pull them up for a closer look but to her despair they just wobbled in the air before dropping back out of sight. It was like there was no longer any muscles in them and they were just hollow tubes dangling there. Patricia smirked as she put down her camera for a second and pulled a small green tube out of her camera bag next to her. “This is a product known as Dollergel, a rather unique and highly specialized lubricant. I’m not sure how it works and even if I did, I’m not sure you’d want to hear it in your present condition,” she said as she waved the tube at the model lying on the bed. “Doller…doll..gell…I… I don’t understand…what….” Crystal sputtered as she struggled to comprehend what has happening to her. She could see the shininess that was visible on her legs was spreading up her hips and lower torso along with the feeling of little to no strength in that area. Crystal could also see her legs slowly spreading apart of their own volition and refused to respond to her thoughts. Patricia smiled as she put down the tube and resumed taking pictures of Crystal, “To make a long story short, the lubricant converts living flesh into a specific inanimate material and shape… as the name indicates, you’re being transformed into an inflatable fucktoy… love doll.. whatever I want to call… you ! " she said with an evil grin. “LOVE DOLL!..WHAT..WHAT?…WH..WHAT…DOO….YO….?… " Crystal gasped with some difficulty as her ability to speak was rapidly deserting her. She could see seams forming along the sides of her body now as well as running across her lower abdomen. She fell back on the bed flat unable to support herself any longer with her arms, which were taking on the same look of consistency as her legs had. If that wasn’t bad enough, thoughts of herself being treated and used like a sex doll were starting to permeate her rapidly dwindling conscious thought. Crystal could no longer talk or even breathe at all and saw that her lovely breasts had been claimed by the process turning them into two mounds of semi rigid latex and rubber capped by bright pink nipples and surrounded by the seams that she had seen before. Crystal’s head fell back as she was unable to control it like the rest of her body. Her mouth slowly opened of its’ own accord forming a sultry ovular shape with the interior consisting of nothing more than soft rubber. Her eyes were the last parts of her body to be changed and they tracked the woman who had done this to her as she put down her camera and climbed on the bed with the nearly completed sex toy. “You bitch… if I ever return to human form again, I’ll make you pay!…. " the doll thought as its’ eyes changed to nothing more than painted features on its’ face. It laid there as Patricia ran her fingers up and down its’ soft surface pausing to caress the doll’s breasts and brushed her right hand up against the doll’s inviting pussy. Crystal would have screamed out loud at the pleasant sensations she was feeling but as a doll she laid in silence. “If I had known that Woman-to-Doll magazine would be so fun to work for, I would have gone to work for them a long time ago instead of winding up being part of a merger with the mag I used to work for. A great studio for the models to set up in advance of the shoot, a careful process to pick the models to avoid future hassles and so on. Now, one last shot….” the photographer said happily as she climbed off the bed and stood the doll up so it was half sitting on the bed. She retrieved the toy from before and inserted into the doll’s pussy once more though it was much easier this time. Patricia then positioned the doll’s right hand so it was clutching the glass tube and put the doll’s left hand on its’ hip. “This will be great for a cover shot… better get it done before the guys from WD magazine come by to pick her up. She’s part of a promotional giveaway with this photo spread.” Patricia chirped as she snapped two or three pictures of the posed doll. However, when she went to put her camera away, it slipped out of her hand into the bag as she found her strength was draining away. When she looked at her hands, she saw to her horror that they were taking on the same look and appearance as Crystal’s. Patricia looked down as she sagged to her knees and saw a tiny warning label on the side of the tube…..

Read the Instructions... Always

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

Wendy arrived home after another boring day working at the government job she had and looked forward to spending the weekend with her boyfriend Jake. However, to her dismay, she found a note waiting for her saying that he had been called away at the last moment to a conference out of town and that he wouldn’t be back until Friday. “Well, that sucks!” the blonde haired woman muttered as she tossed her purse on a nearby chair and flopped onto a nearby couch. “What the hell am I supposed to do for fun now?” Wendy muttered as she ran her right hand through her blonde locks. For something to do, she started leafing through a few of the magazines on a nearby table. After a few minutes of this, Wendy was about to set aside the books and head off to shower and get ready for the upcoming evening when she paused halfway off the couch and her eyes widened in amusement. “Oooh, do I have an idea. Where’s that magazine that Jake subscribes to with all the stuff about dollies and stuff like that?” Wendy said as she got down on her hands and knees and looked under the couch for the magazine. She had recalled that her boyfriend had quite an intense interest in inflatable love dolls though his feelings were not confined to the use of them in bed. Jake avidly followed the history of how the modern love dolls had evolved with all the different models and makes produced by companies on a worldwide basis. He talked with other doll devotees over the internet for hours at a time and had a fairly long list of bookmarked sites that he regularly visited. Jake had even tried his hand at writing stories or doing photo manipulations revolving one or more love dolls but was disappointed to find no site to post his work at. However, Jake also found himself time to make use of the dolls that he had acquired through store owners, online auction sites and a few contacts he had in Europe and North America. From Wendy’s perspective, this proved to be a problem when she learned of her boyfriend’s fetish. She made Jake promise to never use any of his dollies while she was around and to keep them out of sight as much as possible. One night, though, shortly after the two started to live together and Jake was away on an overnight trip, Wendy decided to indulge her own curiosity and got what looked like a doll Jake had recently purchased out of a hall closet. After she inflated the sex toy, she saw that it was very realistic with a very inviting mouth and other openings. She even debated playing with it herself but decided to restrict herself to just feeling the surface with her hands. With this in mind, Wendy started to go through the magazine ’ Adult Doll Collectors ’ she had found to see if there was anything advertised that Jake might like for a surprise gift. After going through articles with titles such as ’ Inflatable vs Solid - Which are the Better Dolls? ’ and ’ Do Women Collect Love Dolls? YES!’, Wendy came to a full page color ad that drew her interest. ’ Make Your Girlfriend/Wife Your Dream Dolly!! ’ was the ad’s title. According to the description, the ad seemed to be pitching some sort of ointment that could make a woman resemble the most amazingly realistic love doll a man would ever see. In addition to the ointment, the ad promised an instructional DVD as well as a ’ double your money back if you’re not 100 % satisfied! " guarantee. There was the usual testimonies from past purchasers saying how much they enjoyed the product, made for better sexual relationships, will use it again and again, etc. on the left side of the ad with a blurb on the right saying that replacement quantities of the cream can be bought by customers at any time. Although the listed price for the package was a bit steep in Wendy’s point of view, she figured surprising Jake by appearing to like one of the love dolls he collected would be worth it. Looking at the bottom of the ad, Wendy saw that if the product was ordered over the internet or phone, the company promised delivery within 48 hours. Glancing at a calendar on the wall, she figured that she could get the package and have herself ready for Jake’s return. Her smile grew broader when she remembered that Friday was also Jake’s birthday and if everything went according to plan, it would be one Jake would never forget………