by Constanze O. Wild.| llustrations by Gernot

Another surprise awaited me in the entrance hall in the shape of the receptionist. It seemed as if she was latex come to life. A huge mass of black thick rubber. It was impossible to tell if the woman in this grotesque costume was really fat. Maybe it was just countless layers of rubber. Her boots had those extremely high heels again, so that she almost had to walk on her toes. But she did this with confidence that was almost somnambulistic. Her legs were in black stockings and unlike me and the two
figures who supported me, she did not wear tubes sticking out of her crotch. The latex was polished to a high gloss and shone in the bright daylight that flooded into the room through the large windows. Her massive upper body was dominated by her breasts—they were the longest I had ever seen in my life and they were far bigger than anything I could have imagined. And the shape of them! They were very, very long! Apparently they had been undergoing extreme stretching training. Something that looked like …