<?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>Prolong on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/prolong/</link><description>Recent content in Prolong on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 10 Mar 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/prolong/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Vignettes: Doll Transformations</title><link>/stories/2018/03/10/vignettes-doll-transformations/</link><pubDate>Sat, 10 Mar 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/03/10/vignettes-doll-transformations/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vignette: Tammy the Realtor&lt;/strong&gt;
FFM; F/f; flirt; majick; spell; stiffen; revenge; transform; bodymod; bimbo; sextoy; desire; cons/reluct; X&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tammy the realtor stood stock still, unable to move even the slightest, while her customer looked her up and down appraisingly. Tammy had been a bit too flirty with the woman’s husband and she was now regretting it, although in her opinion it had all just been in good harmless fun! But now Tammy could see a mixture of anger and triumph on what’s-her-name’s face in front of her. She had not even bothered to learn the name of John’s wife while she had flirted with him. Tammy could move her eyes and that was it, but she could feel that her body was stiff like a mannequin, unmoved by her internal pleading. Tammy watched in horror as the woman came closer and poked her fingers into Tammy roughly in a few places, like she was checking the quality of a steak in the market or something. With each touch, Tammy could tell that her skin was still soft and bouncy to the touch, as usual. Tammy saw a flash of bright pink envelop her entire body for a moment, and when it passed she could see down to a bright pink top covering her breasts where only a moment earlier it had been a more classy business gray.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Solid Revenge</title><link>/stories/2018/01/11/solid-revenge/</link><pubDate>Thu, 11 Jan 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/01/11/solid-revenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Frankie Massino was trying to figure out why he was lying on something pliable yet cold while his front side was warmer. He may have had a bit too much to drink last night but he’d never had a hangover like he was experiencing now. The pounding in his skull was almost nauseating.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Trying to lift his hands to his head to see if that would somehow help the throbbing pain to stop, Frankie found that he was unable to move them. His eyelids felt like they were made of lead as he tried to open them. Using all his energy to try and force them apart, Frankie began to understand what had happened to him.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>