<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Pregnancy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/pregnancy/</link><description>Recent content in Pregnancy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 05 May 2023 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/pregnancy/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Emma on Display</title><link>/stories/2023/05/05/emma-on-display/</link><pubDate>Fri, 05 May 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/05/05/emma-on-display/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-ten"&gt;Part Ten&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Today was a day for some good and some bad news for Emma, the bad news was that her many wonderful times spent as a meatgirl were going to come to an end, which was really disappointing to her, she loved spending time either on display or kept in the storeroom with the other meatgirls, her wrists bound and held above to one of the hooks in the ceiling. Spending some quality time rubbing her naked body against the other meatgirls, it was a blissful way to spend the day, her mind lost to her desires and fantasies, any other thoughts forgotten about until she was brought back to reality when Nick brought her back out from the storeroom to take home at the end of the trading day.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>FutureCom's Fantasy Airline</title><link>/stories/2021/09/06/futurecoms-fantasy-airline/</link><pubDate>Mon, 06 Sep 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/09/06/futurecoms-fantasy-airline/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="prolog"&gt;Prolog&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A thirteen year old boy lives in the suburbs with his family. Their neighborhood has a community pool where the local families often spend their free time. This spring is the first year that mom and dad have let the young boy and his older brother venture to the pool without their supervision. Seeing this as a great leap of freedom, they endeavor to spend every Saturday at the pool that they can.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Revenge of the Punching Bags</title><link>/stories/2016/07/18/revenge-of-the-punching-bags/</link><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/18/revenge-of-the-punching-bags/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;No one would have believed that I would end up as the plastic prisoner of an inflated punching bag. More precisely I was the inflated plastic slavedoll of the Bobo the Clown character that had been printed on the punching bag that I had owned and used as a masturbating toy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had received an all-expenses-paid vacation on a semi-tropical island and, though caution would have dictated that I check out the organization offering the trip, I couldn&amp;rsquo;t resist going. So I packed my bag and went to the airport at the designated time. There were only about a dozen people on the flight and the flight seemed to go quickly, though we had a long way to go. From the island&amp;rsquo;s small airport we were taken to a plush hotel. There I was taken to a suite that consisted of a sitting room, a bedroom, and a bathroom.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>