Packed on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Finally

Fri, 17 Aug 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Day in and day out I used to search the net for photographs and stories about people being transformed into sex robots, or turned into human mannequins, or basically anything that falls into the technofetish category. Usually the same web sites came up with a few new fantasy stories or pictures until one day it happened. I hit upon this web site which had no graphics, just text. It said:

Take it Like a Sheep! 3: Do Machines Dream of Sheep?

Sun, 03 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Take it Like a Sheep! 2: Julia on a Stick)

Chapter 3: Do Machines Dream of Sheep?

Julie came away from the night of her first automatic scene with the awareness that she could make her machines do anything; anything within the limits of her machine’s abilities, that is. Julie was past this already. She knew that for her to cater her newly developed taste for autoerotic, she needed much more developed machinery, with the robotics and software to match. Julie knew her position at this job would not giver her access to that kind of hardware. Even before Julie programmed her second scene for her vet track, she was looking online to find out what type of company offered this type of access for her to tinker with. There were a few possibilities open to her, but the one with the most promise was a robotics company, specializing in dairy livestock. They used the same software developer within their interface, and she could pitch a good success story about how she improved upon the same programming for her current position in the vet track.

Buried Alive

Thu, 02 Jul 2015 00:00:00 +0000

I always had a morbid curiosity for certain things. One of them is knowing what it felt like to be buried alive. So a couple of frame carpenter pals helped me build a “burial box” in which I could experience burial without the risk of being snuffed. Since I’m a rather tall gal the box had to extend at least 6 (six) to 8 (eight) inches above my head & below my feet, there had to be a foot and a half to each side of my body.

Buried Alive

Thu, 02 Jul 2015 00:00:00 +0000

Diving For Dollies

Fri, 27 Mar 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Liang looked out over the boat’s stern and marveled at how calm the water was just one day after the fierce tropical storm that blew through the area. Pieces of driftwood floating by were the only indication of the turmoil from the previous night as the yacht Liang was on bobbed up and down gently on the waves. She stood staring out at the tranquility for several minutes before going back inside the yacht to her cabin. Liang took off her cotton top and shorts followed by her underwear which she laid on her bed. She then put on a very revealing one piece blue swimsuit that left her breasts bare. Liang looked down at the picture of her husband Bob and smiled as she thought over the events of the past week. She had come home one night to find him in bed with what he thought was another woman. The look on his face when he jumped to his feet and she saw that what she was another woman was in fact one of those inflatable dolls was priceless to say the least. He had spent the the next two days trying to get her to forgive him and had arranged for the two to fly down to his private island for some fun in the sun. However, right now, Bob was on the island talking to the manager of one of his companies back on the mainland. If there was a failing of Bob’s, it was that he spent far too much time doing business and not enough having fun and taking time to enjoy his wealth. As Liang went up on the main deck of the yacht and headed towards the stern, she resolved that today she would have fun and later on they both would have fun if she had to fire his laptop and cell phone into the ocean. The dark haired beauty strapped a knife and scabbard to her right leg and put a set of swim fins on. Liang then strapped an air tank on her back and fitted her diving mask over her face. She took a long look towards the home where Bob was in on the island before sitting on the edge of the boat and dropping into the inviting ocean water below. Once underwater and properly oriented, Liang fitted her breathing device into her mouth and slowly descended into the depths of the ocean where she slowly swam aiming a powerful underwater flashlight at the various sights that interested her. She saw many species of fish which she had only read about in books or seen in ocean documentaries. Her heart skipped a beat as she thought she saw a large shark on the edge of her field of vision swimming in a circle. She mentally sighed in relief when the shark swam off without moving close to her. Liang felt an intense sense of pleasure as she swam lazily around the pools of fish and coral that was visible in this relatively shallow ocean area. She felt the pleasure growing stronger by the second accompanied by a general feeling of lightness that seemed to be spreading through her body. After several more minutes during which the feelings intensified, Liang decided to head to the surface slowly as she figured she was experiencing the ’ bends’, an ailment common to divers who ascend or descend too quickly. Once she reached the surface, Liang swam over to the yacht and slowly climbed the ladder dangling on the side of the boat. When she stood on the deck, Liang abruptly sat down for a few minutes breathing deeply from her air tanks via her mouthpiece until she felt better. She then took off the air tank and mouth piece before taking the wheel of the yacht and slowly steering it to shore. When the yacht was moored, Liang stepped out onto the deck carrying her swim fins while leaving her air tank behind on the boat. She walked the length of the dock a little unsteadily as the feelings she had experienced underwater returned as strong as they were before. The black haired beauty decided to walk along the edge of the beach for a while until the feelings passed.

Return to Sender

Mon, 19 Jan 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Frank had been mystified by the phone call. He had not heard from Donna for nearly a year since they had split up and here she was cooing down the phone at him, asking him to call round. Weird! They had had a tempestuous relationship. Donna was a demanding person in more senses of the word than one and Frank had finally been thrown out on his ear, with his suitcase of possessions not far behind, when Donna had found out about his little friendship with a girlfriend of Donna’s. So this sudden proffering of friendship made Frank a little suspicious. Still, what the hell, he got a hard-on just thinking about Donna. She was a sexy little minx and she milked a man something wicked.

Return to Sender

Mon, 19 Jan 2009 00:00:00 +0000

The Best Christmas Present Ever

Wed, 31 Dec 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Note: The names and physical likenesses of all the women in this story are courtesy of the Bondage Damsels website. The personalities and events portrayed are COMPLETELY fictional and have nothing whatsoever to do with the actual models on BondageDamsels.com. Enjoy!

Kimberly Anne had been dating Dan for a few months and really liked him, but how she tell him about her other love, bondage. With Christmas coming she also wanted to get him something really special without succumbing to the commercial spirit of Christmas. Then it hit her, “why don’t I give him the ultimate gift … me (all wrapped up for the holidays)!”

The Best Christmas Present Ever

Wed, 31 Dec 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Down on the Farm

Fri, 03 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Last weekend We decided to subject my wife to a new experience. After a morning of bondage and use, we loaded her up, naked, bound, plugged, filled, and gagged with a Nerf ball packed into a stocking, into the back of our friend’s SUV. We also loaded a crate into the truck, which our friend had made.

The wooden crate measured 30”x16”x16”, and had a number of 1” diameter ventilation holes drilled in rows along five sides. The crate was constructed of plywood fastened to 2”x4” boards. The crate did not have any hinges, latches or locks, just a lid that would require securing down with wood screws and an electric screwdriver, which we brought along.

Extreme Packing

Fri, 03 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000

In a recent post, after discussing a packaging session I felt was tame, Bondage Princess jokingly wondered what the “worst” I could do was. Before that, I had been debating whether I would post tales of the truly extreme things that I have done. I debated this because, in part, while I have preached safety throughout my posts, those truly extreme things from my past were not entirely safe. They were in fact, quite reckless and irresponsible, even though I had worked to make them as safe as possible at the time. Secondly, they did not involve my wife, and I wanted to emphasize the things that we do together and for each other, rather than the things that I’ve done with others.

Her Ordeal

Fri, 03 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000

On Saturday I decided to proceed with some work that I had planned to do on one of our cars. It was a beautiful day, so I pulled the car into the driveway and up to the garage, with the front clip facing the garage door. Still sitting in a dark corner in the back of the garage was the case containing my very tightly bound, gagged, plugged, and packaged wife. She was, of course, exactly how and where I had left her Friday morning. I walked over and thumped on the upright case with my foot. I could easily hear her warbling moans through the case. I knew that she was both miserable and ecstatic in her tiny prison. Inside, she had grown stiff and sore from the cramped confinement. Her jaw was aching from being stretched around the fat penis gag for so long. Her nipples were burning from the clamps biting into them. Her ass was throbbing from the thick dildo shoved deep inside her. With a plastic cable tie tightly binding her soft, tender lips cruelly around the dildo that filled her pussy, her wet pussy was on fire.

Just Another Box

Fri, 03 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: Moving Day

Natsuko reflected quietly in her small prison – shackled, gagged, locked in a trunk, locked in a moving van, locked in a warehouse. She wondered how so many things could have gone wrong for her to have ended up here. Mostly she wondered if the vibrator that was slowly driving her to exasperation would run out of power before she went completely insane …

Natsuko was born and raised in Japan, but she defied the old stereotype of the petite flat chested Asian. Like many in her generation she had long legs and a rather large bust, despite her slender figure. Her long black hair and impossibly deep brown eyes had simply sealed the deal for Paul when they met in his last year of college. Paul was handsome at 5'10” with sandy brown hair and a physique toned from his years studying martial arts.

Just Another Box on Moving Day

Fri, 03 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Warning: A small part of the the below story involves a child unwittingly playing with a remote control that is connected to an unseen adult woman. At NO point does the child see anything inappropriate nor is he seen in any inappropriate way. At NO point is the child touched in anyway even remotely inappropriate nor does the child have any opportunity to touch anyone else in an inappropriate way. That said if you don’t want to read a story that includes a child in ANY way, regardless of how innocently, you should avoid this story.

The Display Model

Fri, 03 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the public address system crackled, “It is nine o’clock. The store is now closing. Thank you for shopping at Richfield’s.” Kristin had begun closing out her register a few minutes earlier. Monday night shoppers in housewares were few, and the second floor department had been void of customers for the last forty-five minutes. Finished with her tally, she gathered her night’s proceeds and register slips into a deposit envelope and hurried off with it to gift wrap. The gift wrap counter was a short walk across the second floor from Kristin’s department, but with her feet throbbing in her heels, the short jaunt seemed a test of her endurance. Kristin had regretted her decision to wear three-inch heels for an eight hour shift on the sales floor, but the strappy suede pumps accented her calves and her long, snug brown leather skirt so nicely she couldn’t resist.

A Sudden Change

Thu, 19 Jul 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Tiffany and Ann were cleaning up their dorm room of the trash and other random objects that had fallen behind their furniture. They were doing the last clean up as they had rented a townhouse just off the school campuses. Now all that remained in their dorm room was the two beds.

“There are a lot of good memories here, I think I’m going to miss this place.” Ann said.

Fine Vintage

Mon, 25 Jun 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Sophie had worked for a fine wine exporter company in Australia for two years now. She first started as a temp’, typing up company reports and answering ‘phone calls but quickly moved up in the company with her hard work and intelligence.

It was Friday night and she was still typing out the invoices to be dispatched. Ever since she started she noticed some dissimilarities between the total amount being charged and the quantities, and thought it strange that those invoices always went to the same company.

Cold Storage Facility

Fri, 18 May 2007 00:00:00 +0000

The black limousine came to a halt by the security gatehouse. The tinted glass of the driver’s window slid smoothly downwards, From the gatehouse an uniformed guard emerged and approached the driver. After a brief exchange of words he nodded to a colleague still in the gatehouse and the high black metal gates began to part.

The vehicle had two occupants in addition to the driver – a hulking figure whose grey suit did nothing to hide his powerful muscular frame. Seated in the rear was an older man whose elegant and immaculate dress spoke of discrete wealth. Next to him was a young woman, perhaps in her late twenties. The woman was exceptionally beautiful; her short cropped blonde hair framing a face of pert prettiness. A well-cut blue business suit complemented her slim body. She looked uncomfortable however, her shapely legs crossed away from her male companion and her hands frequently smoothing her short skirt down over her thighs as if willing the garment to be a little less revealing. The reason for the woman’s discomfort was an all too common one. For much of the past year Miss Melanie Jones had been conducting a passionate affair with her employer.

Just Another Day at Work

Mon, 25 Sep 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Adapted from an original idea by Pablo

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There was an ear piercing scream as the woman ran through the snow, her legs pumping hard as the giant creature reached down. With one might grab of it’s gigantic claws, it took her in its scaly hand and lifted her clean off the ground. Fighting with all her might, the woman attacked the hand that held her, but alas, to no avail.

Just Another Day at Work 2

Mon, 25 Sep 2006 00:00:00 +0000

story continues from part one

Part Two

Inside the shipping crate and within her animal carrier, Julia was doing her best not to panic. But considering how she was blind, wrapped up and helpless, managing to avoid panicking was a very difficult task indeed.

Knowing that it was useless to struggle, she didn’t even try, though her every instinct was telling her to do so. “Okay, calm down. Calm down.” She thought. “You can figure this out. You can get out of here okay. The most important thing right now is to keep your cool and not panic.”

The Midnight Slave

Tue, 27 Jun 2006 00:00:00 +0000

It was 11:30pm and Kate was getting very tired. She had been alone in the office for 3 hours now, she had regretted taking the day off yesterday when she was “ill” Her boss, Mr Adams had been very angry and insisted that she stayed in all night, until she had finished all yesterdays paperwork.

Kate had never seen Mr Adams so bossy and he seemed so eager to get her to stay late, he even insisted she cancelled her dinner plans with her boyfriend. She could not work out why he had been so forceful as he was always very nice to her.

Tina's Trash

Wed, 10 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Tina always tipped her dustman if she had anything big to take away. They were always willing to oblige for a few pounds. In fact last week, Tina had started to decorate her front room. She had pulled up the 20 foot by 13 foot carpet. She had struggled with it and had eventually got it rolled up and taped. The dustmen took it without any problem.

She had stripped the walls and had lots of bags full of torn wallpaper. As she filled them, she had put them in her front garden to await collection. But she only had the one bag of rubbish as she lived on her own.

The Box

Thu, 09 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Linda and I had been together for almost a year now and it was going to be our first Thanksgiving together. We were initially drawn to each other for love, but since then our kinky sides have drawn us even closer, not taking the step to marriage yet, but it could happen at any time.

Two weekends ago, Linda gave me a rough drawing of a box she wanted me to construct. It actually looked sort of like a coffin. It was 24” wide, 18” high and 78” long. It had a lid that was on 4 hinges that locked closed with 3 separate hasps. It sat up on a 2x4 base and had several air holes drilled into the bottom of it. On the inside it had been reinforced with 2x2 lumber at all the seams, allowing me to easily and securely attach eye bolts all around the edges, top and bottom. I even built in a little pillow but being of wood, it wasn’t necessarily comfortable; it simply supported my neck a little better. Notches were made in the upper reinforcements allowing for several crossbars at different strategic locations to be put across the width of the box. This would allow Linda to dangle things from them or tie things up to them. I could only imagine what she had planned, but one crossed over my face, one over where my chest would be and another spanned across my crotch.

Hotel Visit

Sat, 19 Nov 2005 00:00:00 +0000

My wife really enjoys situations where she can be used anonymously. I have mummified or packaged her a few of times, leaving only her mouth and bottom exposed, reducing her to a set of holes, available for use at any time.

I noticed that, if placed in the suitcase on her back, certain areas of her were accessible when the zippers were opened slightly at the bottom of the bag. Trapped in the bag with the zippers opened slightly, she became an extremely anonymous hole ready for use. With this in mind, I mounted a dildo on a hort dowel rod, painted black to match the suitcase. Before checking out of our room on one of our visits, I unzipped the bag and inserted the dildo, then pulled the zippers tight around the shaft of the dowel rod, now protruding from the bottom of the bag.

Logging Out

Sun, 12 Jun 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Packaged Story Contest 2005 Entrant

The Christian conservatives had finally gained complete control of the legislature and governor’s office and over the next few years appointed enough of judges in State courts that for all practical purposes they controlled the judiciary as well.

Pursuing their “God-given” duty they began the Righteous Crusade to root our “immorality.” The police raided brothels, pornographic bookstores, massage parlors, and every other sexually oriented business, prosecuting the “evil doers” under the newly enacted vice laws. The police, however, were not the scariest part of the Crusade. After all, they had to show at least token compliance to due process. The vigilante groups did not. Driven by fundamentalist religious zeal, they pursued their own program to eradicate the “moral cancer” in the state. Suspected offenders were rounded up in late night raids, tried before the vigilantes (where for some reason they were always found guilty) and punished according to Old Testament law.

Metaphysics

Fri, 18 Mar 2005 00:00:00 +0000

I had a moment of metaphysical vertigo last night, lying on my back in the garden gazing up at the stars.

So many stars, all wheeling round the zodiac; billions upon trillions, with countless millions of little rocky planets, all asking questions… not spiritual, but more earthy. What the hell is all this? What is matter made from? Why does it all exist? Where is existence located?

Somewhere above me, on one of the spinning worlds an alien woman surely lay on her back in her garden, gazing back at me, and wondering the same things.

Who Wants A New Life 2

Fri, 18 Mar 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Part Two

One thing that I’ve noticed about stories where a person is wrapped up and shipped off overseas is that we never find out what happens when the lucky person gets there. This story follows the idea of what happens when a person is en route and delivered.

“Well, looks like she’s complete!” The announcer’s voice is exceptionally difficult to hear now. “Let’s take her away!” My crate is slowly lifted up, then slid into something. Then I hear an engine start up, and the crate begins to move!

Who Wants A New Life

Tue, 01 Feb 2005 00:00:00 +0000

The newest reality TV series - “Who Wants a New Life”.

This is part one of a story. The majority of the mummy action will take place in following part(s). Hope you all enjoy!

“And welcome back to, ‘Who wants a new life’ ”

I groan as I watch the host of the show walk around on the stage floor, boasting to the audience about how popular the show is, and how they are going to choose the winner, blah blah blah.

Mail-Order Bride

Sun, 01 Aug 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Jennifer Simms entered the office she had been corresponding with for the last few months. She had first came across the Brides by Post company in the personal columns of the local newspaper. Having been recently widowed, she missed having a husband, but dreaded dipping her toe in the murky waters of singles bars and personals. After a week of thought she would drop them a line, to find out what they did. Having read the brochure, she felt she liked the idea of starting a new life in a less tame part of the country with a new husband. After much form-filling and other letters, she had been asked to send $200 for the service and to come to the office.

Surprise Christmas Present

Tue, 30 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Comments are welcomed

It’s amazing the secrets you can keep from the people that matter most to you. Take me and my boyfriend for example. We had been dating two whole years and he had no idea that I was heavily into bondage. Living in separate houses of course helps keep some privacy. At that time he had his own place and I had my little apartment. I had just graduated college and was working as a nurse. He tried convincing me to move in with him but I told him that my parents would never condone me living with any man other than my husband.

Package Deal

Mon, 01 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

“Mmmmphh…. mmmpphhh MMmmmmPHHH!!” Muffled grunts were all that came out as Carolyn feebly tried kicking at the lid of the crate that held her snugly in its confines.

Even if her legs had not been buckled into the leather straps, the foam rubber which lined the inside of the box wrapped so tightly around her naked form that she would not of been able to get much leverage. Not that she would have much chance of breaking free she thought as she remembered the thick steel bands which braced the lid of the crate and the sturdy latches which sealed it shut. As she tried one more kick she heard a muffled CLICK and realized that Greg had locked her in. Now there was no escape until she got back to the warehouse.

Asian Beauties

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

Chun Li thought she would go crazy if she had to try and make sense of one email sent to her on her office PC by her new bosses. She had been working for the Japanese manufacturing company Matzuki Dimsanto for about 16 months in the shipping and receiving department and, for the most part, it was fairly routine work. However, about two weeks ago, the company had been bought out by a mysterious American company whose name had yet to be revealed to the workers.

Automata

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

Angela was stripped naked and put on the conveyor belt. She tried to cover up with her hands, but she was restrained. Her advocate put a hand on her shoulder.

“It’ll be okay,” said Janine.

Angela squeezed back tears. “It will?”

“Your case is pretty strong,” said Janine. “Especially your test scores. It’s not as hard to get a waiver as people say, not if you know what you’re doing.”

Bondage Barbie 16

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

(story continues from Bondage Barbie 15)_

Chapter 16 – Bound to Return

Dawn was going to be riding home from the chalet in style, but not a style she would appreciate. On the top of my van was a streamlined luggage container. It was permanently attached to the roof and the curved front presented little wind resistance. The hinged top opened lengthwise for loading and then clamped down to be completely weatherproof; the unit had originally been designed for skis and duffle bags. Two padlocks allowed me to lock it securely.

Conspiracy 2

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

(story continues from Conspiracy 1)

Investigative journalist Jenna has been caught trespassing on shady entrepreneur Rob Fletcher’s property…

Part Two

The corporate party at Rob Fletcher’ shady enterprise was in full swing. Jenna, of course, had found herself to be too tied up to attend…

Rob circled round the party, greeting friends, acquaintances and business partners warmly. A few he took aside into a corner and murmured something quietly to them, each time resulting in a pair of wide eyes and an eager nod.

She's Got The Look

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

Lana walked down the streets of the city late at night wondering if she was going to accept the offer from that new men’s magazine ‘Boobs, Boobs and more Boobs’ to be an exclusive model for their magazine. She had been the feature model at ‘Mammoth Melons’ for the last eighteen months and she was quite content with the pay and other perks they provided. Nevertheless, her potential new employer had mentioned the possibility of her owning stock in the parent company and she knew there would come a day where her big boobs would no longer keep her living in the lifestyle she was accustomed to. Arriving at the condominium she rented, she unlocked the front door and stepped inside with a broad smile coming to her lips upon hearing the ringing of her telephone near the door. The owner of the magazine trying to lure her away, Bob Gunsworth, had been calling her two or three times a day since the first proposal had been sent her way to see if she had agreed to model for him and if there was any other incentive he could offer that would help sway her. “Gee, you’d think I was some high priced movie actress instead of a blonde with big breasts,” Lana said with a chuckle as she stripped off her blue sweater to reveal her specially built 52DDD bra that she wore to contain her massive melons. Sitting down on the couch, she listened as the answering machine kicked in and Bob left his usual message only this time he was offering free trips to exotic destinations outside the country. “Hmmm…. I might have to call Bob in the morning and talk to him in person about this offer or at least finagle a little more out of him, " Lana muttered as she went to her bedroom and stepped out of the rest of her clothing before donning a flimsy blue nightie that hid none of her womanly assets. Sitting down on the edge of her king sized bed, the blonde bombshell slowly laid down on her back (sleeping on her chest had proved to be much of a hassle especially since her head didn’t even make contact with the pillow due to her mammoth melons) and dreamed of huge riches and how she would spend them…… **Next morning…….**Lana sipped on a cup of coffee while enjoying the view from the restaurant patio she was seated in. Sitting across the table from her was Bob, with had a stack of papers on his left and a semi-warm cup of coffee in front of him, talking angrily into his cell phone. “Look, I don’t care how you do it but get that web site up and running by the weekend. I want to launch our European sales division by the 21st and it’s going to be tough to sell anything over the Internet if there’s no site to direct people to. I don’t care if you have to write code all day and night but I want it up and running on time and no excuses !” Bob shouted before flipping his phone shut. “Sorry about that, Lana, but some people don’t understand what is spelled out to them in plain English. Now then, what’s it going to take to get you to agree to sign a contract with me and make us both more money than we know what to do with ?” Bob said with a warm smile on his face. “Well, tell me a little more about the incentives you said would be available to me. I understand you not only want me to pose for the magazine on a fairly regular basis but you want me to agree to have my likeness displayed on the products your company sells in return for a percentage of the net profits. Is that percentage guaranteed to be a certain minimum amount ?” Lana asked her host while looking him square in the eyes. Bob chuckled while trying to keep his focus on Lana’s lovely face and not let it drop down to her impressive chest that was straining mightily against the white blouse she was wearing. “You’ll get a more than fair amount of money, trust me. I’ve had my accountant add up all the figures and they’re all written down in this folder for you to go over. Take a look at them and if you have any questions, call me or send an email to my email address that is listed there. If everything is ok, sign the contract that is enclosed and send it to me via courier,” he said confidently as he handed the model a blue folder with a business card attached to the top. Lana flashed a bright smile as she accepted the proposal “How much time do I have to look over the numbers? I know you mentioned before that you have some new products and other items due to be released in a short time,” the blonde said as she briefly glanced at the folder’s contents before putting it on the table next to her coffee cup. “Well, there’s an incentive for you if you decide that the terms are acceptable within the next ten days. I have a company coming into the area during that time to shoot some promo spots for the magazine’s new looks as well as the products I mentioned to you before. If we’ve agreed to terms before they finish the work I’ve asked for, I can promise you a sizable bonus as my way of saying thanks for not having to bring the company back to the area a second time,” Bob said with a warm smile that only wavered a little when his cell phone started ringing. “I’ll look it over and let you know in the next few days one way or the other. Regardless of what happens, I wish you well, Bob, with all your business enterprises,” Lana said as he raised her coffee cup in a toast, which was reciprocated by the business man. Once that was done, the two ate their breakfast peacefully chatting about inconsequential matters before finishing up and leaving for matters they had to take care of individually. Both hoped that the meeting just concluded would lead to better things for all involved….. 6 days later…… The studio where the company that was doing promotional work for Mr. Gunsworth’s company had been divided into at least five different settings for the ongoing work. One area had three buxom women dressed in micro bikinis and lathered in copious quantities of suntan lotion fondling each other in highly charged erotic ways to the encouragement of a slick haired photographer. Another set had two nude women holding copies of ‘Boobs, Boobs and More Boobs’ on top of their massive chests with a large company banner draped in the background. Two other areas had naked men and women participating in what looked like scenes for XXX movies that were filmed for future release. It was the set at the far end of the studio that found Lana, in her new role as the star model for Bob Gunsworth’s magazine, sitting in a folding chair wearing a blue silk robe that covered her nude body. There were several people fussing with the furniture and decorations in front of her with a king size bed dominating the middle of the set. Piled up in a corner next to the bed was a pyramid composing of a variety of sex toys, ointments, creams and lotions all colorfully packaged to attract a buyer’s eye. “Ok, Lana, here’s how the video is going to start : after the company logo is shown, we cut to a montage of past issues of the magazine with a voice over recounting issues that were special to our readers in the past. The narrator then talks of a bold new direction for the magazine that will be unlike anything the readers have seen in the past. The center of this will be the newest member and featured spokes model for Boobs, Boobs and More Boobs - Lana Luscious ! We then cut to a series of still pictures of you posing in various settings and in different attire or lack thereof. Naturally, we’ll include a few from the ones we shoot today as well as a few teasers for some upcoming magazine shoots. After that, some montage shots of subscribers reacting to the news that you’ll be modeling for the magazine. Finally, we’ll show you being interviewed by an unseen person getting your personal feelings about coming to work for Mr. Gunsworth as well as revealing that you’ll be soon seen on a line of adult sex toys and such which will show your picture on them prominently which guarantees to the buyer the high quality of the item in question. Do you have any questions, Lana ? " the man standing opposite intoned to Lana all the details in a concise and businesslike voice. Amazed that Mr. Jackson, the man who had just spoken, had managed to rattle off all the details without pausing or seemingly to take a breath, Lana looked around in silence for thirty seconds or so as she let everything sink in before speaking. “Well, it seems that everything is going as was described to me earlier. Where shall we start for today’s shoot ? " Lana said as she doffed her robe and stood before the assembled people with her massive breasts jiggling slightly up and down. Later that day…….”…..and I really think that this magazine is the best adult oriented periodical on the market today. I look forward to talking to and meeting many of my fans in the future either at the new web site or at the upcoming convention Boobicon VI in Raleigh, " Lana said as she gazed into the camera with a seductive look in her eyes. She licked her thick, glossy lips with her tongue while running her right hand along her massive boobs for additional effect. Once the camera had stopped rolling, Lana stood up and thanked the interviewer for his professionalism and, she joked, his ability to make eye contact. She then walked over to the area where they had set up for some more promotional pictures to be taken. Since it was late in the day, all the other staff had either headed home for the day or were in the process of leaving so it was just her, the photographer and his helper. After exchanging pleasantries, they began taking a series of shots for the upcoming promo blitz for her signing. After some pin-up style shots, Lana stepped behind dressing screen where she put on a black corset that cinched her waist and made her breasts protrude even more. She then tied strips of green cloth around her neck and wrists before reappearing and moving to stand before a floral background that had been erected by the photographer’s aide. “What’s with these green strips of cloth and why do they smell like potpourri ? " Lana said as she started to do her posing for the camera. Privately, she was looking forward to finishing the work soon as she felt a growing sense of fatigue throughout her entire body. “Well, the cloth is for the St. Patrick’s day promotions Mr. Gunsworth plans to run in the Boston area as well as other select areas in the US and Europe. As for the potpourri fragrance, well..uhh… my assistant Jack was buying a present for his girlfriend and he stored it in the same bag that contained the shoot’s props. Don’t worry, you won’t notice it after a few more minutes,” the photographer said with a weird smile crossing his face. “Why would he say something like that about the fragrance ?…. uhhh… and why am I feeling like all the strength is draining out of me….? " Lana thought to herself as she assumed a heroic pose with her hands, curled into fists, planted against her hips with her legs spread apart in a confident manner. Her mind felt like it was becoming cloudier by the second and she was having trouble focusing on the task at hand. “Ok, Lana, for your last pose, why don’t you keep your hands clinched tight into fists and press them tight against those magnificent boobs of yours, " the photographer called out encouragingly to the blonde model. When he noticed that Lana was moving very slow in compliance with his request, the photographer silently motioned Jack to carefully give the model a hand. A second or so later, Jack gingerly grasped Lana’s arms by her forearms and moved her hands in position before stepping back. “That’s great, Lana. Hold it right there and your transformation will be all done in a minute or so, " the photographer said as he grabbed a different camera and started clicking away with the flashes much brighter than before. “Transformation !!!… What the…. !” Lana gasped out in anger and confusion and tried to move towards the camera guy to confront him but found her ability to move had vanished altogether. This was quickly followed by her falling silent as she was unable to talk as well as she stood before the two men, who seemed not the least bit surprised by what was happening. Before the blonde bombshell had a chance to absorb the loss of some of her abilities, she felt a growing sense of lightness starting at her extremities and moving rapidly through her body. Lana saw her reflection in one of the mirrors opposite her next to the set and the image would have caused her to gasp if she still could. Her skin was changing in color and appearance from normal flesh tone to a smooth, artificial appearance with all her freckles and blemishes disappearing rapidly over her arms and legs. Lana could see what looked seams appearing on her shoulders and legs as well as forming around her breasts as if she was made of sheets of latex or rubber that were sewn together. The lightness that she felt before was becoming pronounced throughout her entire body and it seemed to be affecting her thinking as she was having trouble focusing on her predicament. Lana felt, as well as saw, her pussy clench together in a rapid motion before blossoming like a flower into an ovular shape with the interior forming into a smooth latex sac that seemed to ache to be filled by someone or something. She felt her anus moving slightly upwards by several inches, forming a separation from her pussy, before forming the same O shape and interior that her pussy now had. At this point, Lana would have moaned out loud in pleasure ( if she still could and in spite of her predicament ) from the changes happening to her body. Her legs were wobbling slightly now as they slowly slid apart into a V shape on their own which exposed her bright pink pussy even more. The change engulfed Lana’s breasts and caused them to push outwards as they grew even larger than their already mammoth proportions. Her breasts now seemed to be F cup in size now and Lana felt like she was going to tip over though that was rendered moot as her boobs took on the same look and substance that the rest of her body was now. Twin mounds of latex were now where her tits were and Lana could see what looked like pink areolas visible under her rigid hands. As the process reached it’s inexorable conclusion, Lana finally mentally concluded what was apparent right from the beginning of this insidious change. “I’M BECOMING A LOVE DOLL… A SEX TOY… A DAMNED BLOW-UP DOLL…. WHO DID THIS TO ME AND WHY ?… THIS ISN’T FAIR….. FAIR…. I HOPE SOMEONE USES ME FAIRLY SOON… NOO… CAN’T THINK THAT.. THAT.. THAT GUY ACROSS FROM ME… IS HE MY OWNER ?… I HOPE SO… NO!….” Lana mentally shouted even as the simplistic thinking of a fuck toy threatened to overwhelm her consciousness.

Take a Seat, Dolly

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

Allison stretched her arms as she wandered around her bedroom trying to decide what to wear for her day working down at the local antique store. She had started working at the store three years ago and found it a fun place to work with all the numerous and different items that came and went from the business. However, Allison also found the stories that customers told about the items they brought to the shop to be almost as fascinating as the items themselves. For example, one fellow brought in a few weeks ago that looked like a painting originating from 18th or 19th century Europe. The man said it was originally painted by an artist depicting hell if it was run by cuddly white rabbits dressed as demons. He was offered $500,000 US by an art collector but thought it might fetch more if displayed at the store for sale. However, when Allison looked more closely at the painting, she saw there was evidence of red crayons being used on part of the artwork that made it relatively worthless. The man stormed angrily out of the gallery after smashing the art into a million pieces in extreme frustration. Allison shook her head as she mentally added his reactions to all the angry and blustery customers of the past. The dark haired beauty had just picked out her outfit for the day when she received a call from Mr. Bronson, the owner of the store. He had just purchased a large quantity of antiques from a Czech collector sight unseen and he had no room to store it all between the store and his own house. The owner asked Allison if it would be possible for her to store a few of the pieces at her place temporarily until he had a chance to get everything appraised. He even offered her a bonus if she wanted to appraise the items she received as his way of showing his appreciation. After a moment or two of hesitation, Allison agreed and told Mr. Bronson that she would come into work after the items were delivered. “A bonus for doing my regular work at home! You can’t get much better of a way to make money.. just like all those annoying spam emails promise… Ha! " the brunette said with a wry smile as she headed back to the bedroom to finish changing.