Astaroth part 2- The birth
Katherine sighed as she touched the bat's rubber pants. she said: ' i'm going to clean you with some rags, then i'm going to give you a shower little man'. 'you really did a mess down there'.
Pop goes Chelsea!
Nothing more than long rubber strands flowing down through the air as if a thousand balloons had popped at once. amanda cheered and danced in the rubbery rain as she watched the girl flow down in shreds.
Project Warblade: Chapter 2
A grey latex shine to it.
Thirteen Tales 2021 Sign Ups Open
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Terry at Disneymoon
One, two, three; four-fingered white gloves slide out of the black shape-suit on ropy, rubber-hose arms. at last getting used to the suit's odd space, terry stands up on minnie's legs.
Going Home, Great Oaks, Part 1 (an Excerpt)
Very narrow and covered by a rubber strip. he didn't have anything thin enough to slip in. and a quick look around didn't show him anything he could use. an empty can had possibility, but it was too flimsy.
The hack: Chapter 3 (Aron)
Terry got a similar laptop but was silver and was smothered in anime stickers, what looks like a small chip that can be plugged into a computer, a keycard, black rubber gloves and some clothes.
Splintered Light, Chapter 7.1: Salvaging Rights and Salvaging Wrongs
Rusk worked together to get the helmet into place and then each tightened a rubber fastener. the dragon looked back to mr. vopello and mr. brown, a fox and a wolf who were standing beside the air apparatus.
Tournament of Transformation Registration (CLOSED)
An x or number doesn't necessarily mean it'll be avoided or added, but i will do my best to respect your wishes): ( ) latex ( ) rubber ( ) lycra ( ) encasement ( ) mind control (
Thirteen Tales 2020 Sign Ups Open
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Laughing All the Way to the...
Wesley sighs and grumbles incoherently, "latex melts at 420° f. i don't think your lighter will work." \*\*\*\* the twilight sky begins to shift to solid black, as the stars and moon shine through.
Now I Need a New Suit
I am hollowing out and remaining whole, thinning into a sleek rubber suit for him, as he is only slightly bigger.