Pot on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Potted and Planted

Sun, 14 Jan 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Science student Amanda tries an experimental method of making her breasts larger.

It was the second week of a six-week summer science camp. After a week, even a group of nerdy kids with limited social skills start to talk to each other. One of the few girls at the camp, a skinny, very tall blonde named Amanda, was sitting in the cabin of a boy named Jeremy. Jeremy sat on one side of the room, entering lab notes on his laptop, while Amanda chattered happily. Amanda was actually quite attractive in an angular, Slavic sort of way.

Deflowered

Sat, 28 Apr 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

On the rare occasion that she was able to stop and take stock of the events that had taken place in her life over the past two years, it seemed odd to Gwen that there were still things that managed to take her by surprise and cause her to wonder if it would all turn out in the end to have been a crazy dream. She almost laughed out loud when she realised that it had once been as likely for a girl from her estate back home to see the inside of a limousine without a gaggle of other women on a raucous hen night as it would have been for her to step foot on the surface of the moon.

Deflowered 2

Sat, 28 Apr 2012 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part one

Part Two

At first, Gwen could not be sure whether the light that filled her vision was blinding her because she had opened her own eyes or not. Her mind was fogged, as though she were waking up with a terrible hangover and it was hard to make sense of her surroundings. While it seemed to follow that she must have been inundated with the light because she had just opened her eyes, there was the inescapable feeling that they had already been looking into some kind of impenetrable darkness when something else changed and admitted the relentless beams.

Jeff Stew

Sun, 30 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Jeff laughed, it looked like something out of a Tarzan movie. He walked around the oversized soup pot. Well, to him it looked like the soup pot his grandma used only this one looked like it could hold… hold maybe forty-gallons of water. What a great outdoor bathtub it would make.

Just like his grandma’s pot it was made out of heavy iron, black on the outside yet coated on the inside with a protective surface. All that was missing was the water, ingredients and fire.

Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 15: Simply Savored

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

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 14: Pili’s Story)_

_To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge

Chapter 15: Simply Savored

with thanks to SkyHawk7x

Twenty-five days beyond the season of rains, sunset

I am Pili, daughter of Milli, granddaughter of Vanilli.

To me has gone Sister’s diary, to create the magic of recounting. To me has gone the role of storyteller.

Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 16: Out of the Pot & Into the Fire

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

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 15: Simply Savored)_

_To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge

Chapter 16: Out of the Pot & Into the Fire

with thanks to SkyHawk7x

Twenty-six days beyond the season of rains

I am Pili, daughter of Milli, granddaughter of Vanilli.

I woke up this morning stiff, my wrists and ankles roped back under me, my hands and feet numb from my weight and the tight ropes. In my mouth, I still carry Sister’s taste from the soup we made of her. It is overscored with the taste of my friends whom I was forced to lick and service though the crazed night. I can still remember them pressuring me to do things while they feverishly grappled each other, a whirl of black woman-flesh. Now my round friend Mosi lays face down in my crotch, snoring, her drool mixing with my dried woman-juice. Jumbe, tall and elegant, reclines nearby, regal even in her sexual disarray. I find myself looking over her body as best I can (how did my glasses end up on her nose?!?), enjoying the long sweeping curves of her torso, her perfect black skin, skin I tasted (that I was force-fed) overnight.