<?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>Teat on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/teat/</link><description>Recent content in Teat on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 10 Apr 2005 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/teat/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Sweet Dreams</title><link>/stories/2005/04/10/sweet-dreams/</link><pubDate>Sun, 10 Apr 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/04/10/sweet-dreams/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Beddybyes.” She said, striding purposefully into the room.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He sat up, with difficulty. After his capture in the morning he had
been depilated fully - body, face and head, such that now his body was
soft and pinky white. He had been enema’d and then pushed into this cot
– a larger than normal baby’s cot. He looked down at himself again, hardly
believing the sight. He was dressed in a shocking pink romper suit. It
was long-sleeved, high-necked and fitted snugly around his hairless groin
and backside. There were frills in brilliant white at his wrists, neck
and the top of his thighs. There was single zip at the back and no other
entry point.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>