Nanotech on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Blue Gloss

Mon, 05 Nov 2018 00:00:00 +0000

He hadn’t known that Gloss was a doll where they’d first met, of course. He’d posted on the forums for Dark Planet Legend 2 about how much trouble he was having beating the third Lord-Knight Verann encounter on hard mode, and she’d replied with a few promising strategies for the second form. She even teamed up with him for a co-op session, in which they came together to thoroughly trounce the troublesome boss. They were firm friends after that.

Jane's New Job

Thu, 06 Sep 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Unfortunately for Jane, she had been out of work for quite a while now, and she was beginning to get desperate to find a new job. One day while she was walking down the street she saw that a new job agency had opened its doors to customers. Now over the year or so that Jane had been out of work, she had tried almost every job agency within a few miles of her with little success. She smiled when she saw what this agency was advertising.

Janice's NippleMont

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

Chapter 1

Janice couldn’t understand why this was happening.

She stood in front of the mirror in the ladies’ washroom. Everything seemed normal. Her long, flowing alburn hair was in place, its tresses resting against her shoulders.

Her makeup, minimalistic as it was, highlighted her pale, traditional redheaded skin with mild freckling. A small amount of eye liner, and lush, red coloured lips.

Her light green, pullover stretch dress, hose and heels were all in place… and, they augmented her reasonable, and well placed curves nicely yet in a muted, business friendly fashion. And while her chest wasn’t the largest out there, her breasts were just enough to keep a man interested. Yet, that was part of the problem.

The Final Trek

Sun, 01 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Final Trek)

Chapter 5: Houston, we’ve had a problem

I woke up sometime around zero eight thirty hours. It was a bit late for me, but I was finally growing accustomed to sleeping when tired and getting up whenever I felt like it. It took me nearly an hour with the dermal regenerator to remove the welts and bruises from my tits and ass. I only wished it worked on the deeper tissues. Judging by the ache in my ass cheeks, I have a feeling I will be spending most of the day on my feet.

Hostile Takeover

Thu, 15 Aug 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Patricia Beeman was smiling as she entered the Nanfinity Industries main offices. As well she might. Finally, after years of fighting, her goal was at last within reach.

Anyone watching her as she walked through the lobby would have seen an attractive woman in her mid-30’s. With her long blonde hair, blue eyes, and curves only hinted at beneath her smart business suit, Patricia would have seemed quite at home on any swimsuit or Playboy pictorial. Few would have guessed that she was actually head of the Beeman Corporation, a huge conglomerate specializing in cutting edge weapon design.

The Unbreakable Bag

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 00:00:00 +0000

It had started out innocently enough. They’d gotten a carbon nanofilm devkit at their hackerspace, and started to play with the remarkable material. It was advertised as being as cheap as plastic, but 100x stronger, and true enough, the opaque black film was nearly impossible to rip. Even cutting it was hard, as it liked to slip between the blades of scissors and flexed away from knives. You had to use a rotary blade on a hard surface or set up a nanozipper to walk up the sheet and cleanly split it. After a few experiments with it, the roll of material had gone on a shelf, but he’d been thinking about it for weeks. Eventually, he got up the courage to try something. One night, he arrived at the space late, and got the rolls of material and the nanozipper and splicer out. First, he cut a few panels into a square roughly the size of a large bin liner. Next, he used the nanosplicer to reseal those edges, leaving only one edge open. Thinking a minute, he made a small incision in each side of the bag, to make sure air could get in. As he fluffed the bag in the air, it filled and floated down just like a regular trashbag would do. It looked just like any other bag, albeit it was a bit smoother and shinier. No one would notice it. He cleaned up the materials, and put the splicer in one pocket, and the zipper in his other, and exited the space. He turned and pulled his keys out of his pocket to lock the door, and turned with a start. Something had made a noise. He looked around, but there was no one there. Anyway, he was just leaving like a normal person - he just happened to be holding what looked like a trashbag. Satisfied that he was being paranoid, he headed down to the loading dock, where dozens of bags of trash were piled, waiting for pickup a few days later. Carefully, he lifted a few of them, and took a few steps into the pile. He arranged them around him, so that he had a nice soft bag under him, and a few squishy, heavy bags around him, nearly ready to topple down. He’d dreamed of doing this for years, becoming part of the trash. He’d actually done it once or twice in a big, regular bag, but it was so easy to rip out, he was desperate to try it inside the nanofilm. He’d play safe, of course, with the zipper in his pocket, but in this new bag, he could push and tear and thrash, and it would hold him inside. Getting excited, he fluffed the bag open once more, and then sat down inside it. Now it was time for his preparations. First, the gag. He popped a large black rubber ball into his mouth, and then wrapped a strip of the material he’d measured carefully around his neck and lower face, joining the ends behind his head. He fished out the splicer, and it walked up the plastic slowly, pulling the sides together until it was sealed around his face. He breathed through his nose, and felt the silky plastic conform to his mouth. He tried to spit out the ball, but it wasn’t going anywhere. He tried to make noise, and a muffled “mmph” came out, but he knew that was only a matter of time.

Closing Pandora's Box

Fri, 26 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Alan Carter could tell that Carl Yates had entered the room by the way his chest expanded into two large, female breasts. He sighed and pulled the labcoat closed over his now ruined shirt. His nipples, now large and extra-sensitive, reacted to the fabric rubbing on them and stiffened. He looked down as he tried to control his anger. He had learnt that showing anger to Yates could be extremely dangerous.

How I learned to Love my Enemy

Thu, 27 Dec 2007 00:00:00 +0000

This story is about my beloved, my soul mate, my… well wait I’m not even sure if I can have a sole mate like this, and to tell you the truth love is not what I desire anymore? Anyways back to the story, a simple one since my brain is not what it used to be, needless to say you’ll understand why soon enough. It started as a normal story; I was in a business trip trying to work out a cooperative deal with my arch rival in the nano technology sector. I said that if we worked together we could monopolize the entire industry. Neither of us would be bought out by the other so a cooperative venture was the only way to solve our problems. I had the mass manufacturing technology he needed and he had the advanced technology I needed. Both of us were well on our ways to solving these problems for ourselves but we could win out the entire market if we worked together. At the end of one grueling day of arguing we came to a pact and signed two agreements that would allow each of us to send an engineer as an “ambassador” to the other company. We laid out all of the details so that we had ourselves well protected so these engineers could communicate in such a way as to figure out whether or not we could even work together at all. We each signed the other’s version of the contract and we retired for the day. Taking my victory and my contract up to my room I set out to take a long hot shower and relax. When I got to my room I found that it was empty except for a note on the bed informing me that I had been upgraded to a suite as a thank you by the other company’s CEO. Suspicious about this I made a mental note not to discuss anything proprietary over the phone in my suite, and make sure that if he sent up any women that I would send them away. No way was I letting him catch me with my pants down, on video with some whores or blabbing a secret over the possibly bugged phone. Not being a modest man though I didn’t care if he saw me naked so I stripped down and went right for the shower. I took a mental note of the room, there were chocolates (I would not be eating), a basket of fruit from the hotel (that I also didn’t trust), and in the bathroom there were some bottles and such in another basket with expensive lotions such that any woman would love to use. This basket I didn’t even take a second thought about since I would not need to be suspicious of stuff that I would not use anyways. I turned on the shower and took a piss while waiting for it to heat up. Standing there I noticed that all of my toiletries had been laid out and I wondered to myself if I should even use any of them. I never did trust this guy not to play some nasty trick on me, but an upgraded room (handled cautiously) was not something I wanted to forgo on just suspicion. I got into the shower and started with my hair. I used the shampoo on my armpits first, just to make sure that it would not be dying my skin or hair a weird color. Satisfied it was safe I applied it to my head, lathered, rinsed, etc. My hair felt tingly, just like a good hair commercial tells you it should feel, but then I noticed something different. I started feeling my heart race some and I got a hardon that I had not expected. I quickly flipped over the bottle and there on the back was a little note: “Sorry, could not help showing off one of our newest formulas; a kind of an aphrodisiac that unfortunately works just on men, enjoy. All of our aphrodisiacs only last about 1-2 hours, so no worries mate.” I grabbed the soap bar I had placed in the shower and began soaping my hair hoping to get as much of its effects out quickly. No way was I letting him catch me with my pants down. If anyone knocked I simply would not check the door, in case he sent up some bombshell women or something devious like that. Continuing on with my shower I lathered up my bar of Irish Springs soap and continued to clean myself. I found it harder to think and realized that the formula they had come up with was surely a very powerful aphrodisiac. As I cleaned myself I started to notice my own body’s curves and imagined the feeling of my hands feeling up a hot woman. As I got more enthusiastic in my minds eyes I could almost feel myself as a woman, though I knew I was not. I had always imagined what it would be like to be a woman for just 24 hours, but in this shower, every time I reached down between my legs I was reminded that I was still 100% male. I never actually wanted to BE a girl, but I would not have minded stepping into a woman’s body for a few hours, do a little exploration. Still lathering myself, enjoying the feeling of the curves of my body (pretending in my head that I was temporarily in a woman’s body) my mind got away with it’s self and I started to notice that even the bar of soap started to feel less pillow shaped and more and more female shaped. I opened my eyes for the first time in probably 10 minutes and saw that the bar of soap was actually shaped like a woman’s body from knees to neck. With the aphrodisiac still fogging my mind, I really didn’t take notice that the fact that soap does not change shape on its own. I realize now though that this woman shaped soap had been inside of the bar of soap the entire time and I had just “cleaned” off the softer soap around it. As I lathered more I started to see other changes. My body was also taking on more and more the shape of a woman, I still had my man bits, but now I also had small breasts, my waist was a lot thinner and my hips had spread out. In a blur in my head I had two sides of my conscious talking. One saying I should stop now, and the other saying that I could finally get to experience the daydream of a lifetime. That second side also compelled me to continue due to the fact that the bottle had said, “All of our aphrodisiacs only last about 1-2 hours, so no worries.” Even one hour as a woman would be awesome I thought to myself. Compelled to see this through now I lathered up with vigor and the body changes came more quickly. My breasts grew tremendously, probably since I just could not stop playing with them, they were the most sensitive they had ever been. My nipples changed and became more feminine, and they felt fantastic. At one point I opened the shower curtain to look at myself in the mirror but the mirror was fogged over. I knew that I was not done because I still had my man bits but I would take care of them soon enough with a good “rubbing”. I stepped out of the shower and wiped off the mirror. Shock gripped me in so many ways my mind reeled (not that the aphrodisiac had not helped with that). I saw all at once the amazing sight of my body as a female, my face still being my face, and man bits sticking straight out between my legs. What an odd site. I hopped back in the shower quickly, not really wanting to look at this transvestite version of myself much longer. I lathered my face for a while and could feel the changes happening right under my fingertips. I could tell quickly that I was going to make a stunning woman. Now working on my neither bits I lathered them up and started stroking hard. I was in such a fit of passion and I wanted to get off so bad. As I stroked with my right hand I fondled my balls with my left. As I was coming closer and closer to orgasm I felt my manhood start to slip away from my grip, shrinking into my body along with my nuts. Frantic to get off I used just my thumb and pointy finger to try to stroke the last bit of me I could reach, but soon I found myself stroking a clit. It felt like the male orgasm I had been building was slipping away from me, but a female orgasm was just starting. I realized that the two orgasms must not have been compatible with each other, so they didn’t build upon each other. Instead I came down, way down, as my man orgasm shrank away to nothing, I found to my dismay that my woman excitement had JUST started. I would have to start from scratch, and I would enjoy every breathtaking second of it! I got out of the shower and checked every inch of me that I could see to make sure that I had not missed a spot. I was a smoking hot woman, head to toe, well except that I had really short hair. The soap had not had an effect on that. I still felt like me, I was not thinking differently, well I should say that I was not thinking more like a woman, and I was still under the influence of the shampoos effects. This led me to believe that the change was only superficial, since the aphrodisiac was only supposed to work on men. No matter, I was going to have some fun! I spent probably 10 minutes alternately sitting on the toilet fondling myself, and standing up at the mirror looking at myself. A thought crossed my mind that it would be ecstatically pleasing to rub massage oil all over my skin, especially since I could feel my skin drying out after the shower. I figured that I might not have much time left to spend like this so I ripped open the basket of lotions and such to find the massage oil I had seen on the way into the bathroom. As I pulled out all of the various tubes and bottles of feminine products I saw a piece of folded paper just above a layer of fancy tissue: “You probably are enjoying yourself immensely by now if you have found this note, so if I’m right you will be reading this from a ‘different perspective’. All of the products in this basket are beta versions of the technologies that we have. These are much like the products we want to mass produce on your manufacturing equipment. If you read each bottle you’ll find a wide range of products from de-aging creams, specialty sensual sun/massage oils, some erogenous zone stimulators, and other history making products. Below the tissue are some gifts from me to you. These are not our products, but they are the products of a small company we acquired about a year ago, they are really amazing produces so you’ll find them appealing to your temporarily ‘different perspective’. They are capable of an interesting trick though, so I suggest that you try them ‘all at once’. Oh, and if you want there is a wig under the cabinet under the sink.” I lifted up the tissue paper and found three bright blue items. Lying in the bottom of the basket was what looked like an anal plug and two dildos. One was straight and had a miniature embossed pussy stamped into the flat base of it, and another curved one that had an embossed stamp of a pair of lips and a nose on the bottom. The lips one was shorter and looked like it would rest comfortably in the mouth but fill the mouth while holding it open somewhat wide. The last toy had a picture of an anus embossed on the flat bottom of it. Taking my attention back to the tubes and bottles I sifted through them deciding what ones I wanted to try. I chose the massage oil designed to make the skin more sensitive, the clit stimulator that was supposed to make it feel like someone was actually stroking the clit, and an anal lube that looked unspectacular. I applied the massage oil all over my body, making sure not to miss a spot, and being safe for the face I applied it all over my head. It felt so good I even used it in my short ‘guy hair’. After my scalp was covered with the oil I went into the cabinet and fished out the blond wig and fitted it on. I now looked the part of a world class stripper. As I had applied the oil to my body, it seemed to change my skin some, a few seconds delay behind where I was applying the oil the skin tensed up some and had relaxed looking more resilient and having a sheen to it. The skin had the healthy look of a nice light body oil, but the oil had soaked in and left no oily trace of it to the touch. When I was done I went to the bed with my three sex toys, the anal lube, and the clit stimulator. I lay on the bed spread eagle and played with my body lightly. I wanted to get myself off as a woman so I started trying to figure out exactly how to work my new ‘buttons’. The guy approach didn’t work, just going straight for the gold just made me over sensitive. Although I was fairly horny, I guess all of my activities oiling myself up had cooled my fire. So I lay there, lightly touching myself, feeling the tingles of pleasure rush from where my fingertips teased and spread all over my body, then the waves of pleasure would converge on my sex. Soon I was thoroughly enjoying myself and I could feel myself getting wet between the legs. I didn’t want to rush anything though so I spent some time just on my nipples before moving on. Picking up the lube and butt plug I gingerly tested how it would fit, the plug was large but it seemed that this body didn’t mind and with only a small amount of resistance it slid right in. I tested squeezing my butt on it and realized that the button to turn on and off the vibrations was controlled by a sphincter squeeze. The first time it had vibrated it had given me a bit of a shock and a girlish squeak came out of me that startled me even more. Considering I thought the transformation was just superficial it did seemed to have at least altered some internal structures. Turning the plug off I decided that it was finally time to delve into my sex and find out just what having a vagina felt like. Feeling with my finger tips around my sex was exquisite. I thought I would pass out just from my own touch. The oil must have really sensitized me. As my fingers circles came closer and closer to my hole I felt more and more the desire to be filled, to have something inside of me. I didn’t know if this was the woman side of me or my male curiosity, but I wanted something inside of me now! As I exploring pressed one, then two fingers into my fresh womanhood, I pressed the finger from my other hand down on my clit, just putting some pressure there. I could feel something building but it was not necessarily an orgasm, well nothing I would recognize as an orgasm at least. I figured I would have to add the toy. Grabbing the pussy dildo I pressed it into me and found that it slid in with much less pressure than I would have expected and it felt great. I felt fuller now, like a puzzle coming together. On one hand I just wanted to press it deep inside of me and never let it go, but on the other hand I wanted to feel what it felt like to get fucked by this toy. After a while of stroking the toy in and out of my sex and flicking my clit vigorously I was building towards something huge, but what? I knew that I had to find something else to help me get to wherever this was taking me. I writhed around the bed trying different positions and trying as much as I could to get that “right spot” but everything felt good, and nothing was going to get me over this hump. Tired from my struggles I took a rest laying back in the spread eagle position on the bed. Spread eagle just felt right, like it was the position I was supposed to be in. I reached under the pillow and retrieved the little bottle of clit stimulator. Reading the bottle it said that whatever direction the liquid was applied would be the direction that the stimulation would feel like someone was stroking the clit. Having found that my new clit liked side to side I applied it in a side to side motion. Immediately I felt the a light stroking of a finger on my clit even though my hands were not down there. It did feel just like someone was stroking my clit, but unfortunately it only stroked in the direction I had stroked last with the liquid. Wondering if it would work on my breasts I added some to my areolas in a circular direction around the nipple. Then I applied some to each nipple tip moving my finger from bottom to top. I laid back, closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations; it was like a world class pianist was playing a concerto on my body. I would have wondered how they had made that work like that, but I was busy, building again. As the sensation grew, and I continued again my assault on my sex with the toy, I squirmed all over the bed trying to get to this elusive orgasm or whatever it was. As I moved around one of my feet felt suddenly warm and full of sexual life then cold and normal a second later. I looked up and could see nothing different. Back to waggling again I felt it again, this time I stayed still and could see the sunlight on my foot. I reached down to feel my foot and when my hand passed into the light my hand also felt full of life and sexual energy.

We Will Rock You

Wed, 01 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000

We Will Rock You or

The High Tech Mess

Not again! OOOOhhhhhhh AAhhh AAhhh SSSshhhhhiiiittttttt. Ah Oh Wow. Wait a minute let me catch my breath. My name is Candy. No I am not a dumb blonde. I have Red hair that flows to 3” below my shoulders. I have a degree in Body Mechanics and Psychology And I am currently in a mess.

Maybe I should tell you what my mess is. I love bondage. That’s not the mess. That get’s me into the mess. Tight I cannot move, tttooooootttttaaaaaalllll bbbbbooooonnnnnandge. Shit. My husband is a scientist. He specializes in body mechanics. Oohh Oh Oh Oh DDddaaammmmmn. Steve and I are working on the next generation of body armor and space suits. Crap AAAAaahhhhhhhhhh. Oh God that feels good.

Claudia’s Exquisite Death

Tue, 25 Jun 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Claudia sat back in her red imitation leather easy chair watching the carnage before her on her full size wall screen, two Goliaths battled it out in the centre of a huge arena, one a cyber armour-suited human wielding some sort of laser aux while his lizard-like alien foe jockeyed for a position to strike with his own lethal weapon, a moment later there was a large spatter of crimson blood splashed onto the view screen and trickled down before the automated cleansing beams removed the blood from the screen once again providing the thousands of spectators with a crystal clear 3D image of the continuing carnage.

Claudia�s Exquisite Death

Tue, 25 Jun 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Sci-Fi Club

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

Part 1

Katie waited at the entrance to a club she had never been before. Standing outside her car, she balanced on her conservative one inch black sandal high heeled shoes, shifting her weight from side to side. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, and it read “No txt messages, no voicemails”. She stamped her foot impatiently.

Katie wasn’t nervous about going to a club, she was pretty confident in the bar and club scene, though was not a wild child by any means. At 25, she had graduated college, and was a school teacher in a nice suburban district of Chicago. She was a mild mannered woman, very shy and quiet, something her fiancé loved about her. Infact, the fiancé was the problem tonight. More specifically, his best friend.