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  1. "Keep away from them, they're dangerous!" "Don't you know they torture little guys like us?" "You need to be careful!" These were all things the boy was told growing up as a little in this Amazonian world. The idea of being swooped up and taken away to be forced into some prison camp, forced to be humiliated and tortured and maybe even killed... It was a story that the boy heard every day! All of his friends and neighbours in the little hidden village tried to keep the boy from wandering as he liked to do... They worried about him, as he didn't seem convinced by their stories. He just kept getting closer and closer, examining how they seemed to act just like normal people... It was all so conflicting! One day, however, the boy finally did get too close, and some large policemen caught him, and dragged him off to an orphanage!
  2. Thanks to Personalias's discord for helping come up with the weird prompt and putting up with the early version. Blue Day by Operational Systems Her hair was perfect, as always. Blonde, with just a touch of auburn in the streaks, with a bit of sparkling glitter provided a slight catch of the light as she lay on her pink pillow. She had woken up two hours ago to start preparation for her show, which included combing and curling her hair, after applying no less than four conditioners, shampoos, clarifiers, and cleansers. She had even set up the room lighting to make it appear she was receiving the first glints of natural morning light through her window. The windows had been covered in black cloth and white studio lights were the sole source of illumination. “Hello friends! I’m feeling awfully blue today. What do you think? Do you think it’ll be a blue day?” Matilda was an influencer. She made her money, well to be honest her lifestyle was mostly supported by her parents, but in her mind, she earned her living by knowing how to be both important and online. Across the country tweens would load up her prompt-a-gram account, see a new video where she would showcase an overpriced piece of plastic or carcinogenic laden beauty product, and then go and click her link to buy one of their own. Her personal page was garnished with ads extolling services letting you “buy now and pay later” over just four to six easy payments. She found it adorable that the seven-foot ladies, many in their thirties and forties, would be taken in by the glamor and lifestyle of an Amazon like her. These tweeners would blow through entire paychecks on a water bottle she endorsed or purse they “had” to have. Matilda was not just an online presence, she knew how to work with her fans in person too. She would go to the mall and look down at the tweener gals, “Oh, you have such lovely shoes? Where did you see those?” “Oh my god, that dog carrier is adorable, who do you follow on prompt-a-gram?” - The tweeners always gushed at being noticed by a woman half their age and three feet taller – she was the real adult they all wanted to be one day. Matilda’s blue cover and blue pajamas and blue headband with matching blue wrist band for her blue case on her Melon phone caused the live chat to erupt: “OH MY GOD BLUE IT’S THE BLUE DAY.” “IT”S LIKE HAPPENING” “YOU GO GIRL>” Matilda smiled at that. Tweeners had a nasty habit of typing the first thoughts that entered their heads, rather than carefully considering how it might be perceived, and paying delicate attention to their words. They lacked both the caution of littles and the intelligence of bigs. That was fine, their money was just as good as anyone else’s. Blue, in this case, referred to a color of the envelope mailed to citizens by the Atlantica Adoption Service. Atlantica prided itself as a technocratic advanced and liberal people. In fact, Atlantica abolished forced adoptions five years ago. No longer would a judge or a doctor examine the small ones and declare “you’re clearly unable to perform as an adult in our society.” There were no more “death sentences,” and most of all no more fake maturosis diagnosis by psychologists who can be bribed, or corrupted. Atlantica had decided on a new route, a progressive forward looking one. Technology would be the liberator of the littles. That meant of course, every movement was tracked by a machine. Every purchase, every website, every place driven, and all phone calls were monitored. Everyone was continuously recorded by camera and all their activities logged into the great computer. The great machine assigned each person in the country a maturity score. If your maturity score fell too low, you would receive a letter informing you were being adopted, and a corresponding Amazon would receive their own blue letter, indicating they would receive their new child. Each little would be paired with whom the machine determined would best match their personalities and needs. No more corruption, no more errors, nothing needed to be faked. Even the littles had to admit it was fair, in its own twisted way. The Amazons loved the system. No longer did one have to poison a coffee cup or wait around the airport for some lonely traveler to make a mistake. No more fighting over “I saw him poop his pants first.” Instead, one could just go about their lives and provided they were a model citizen, a new baby would inevitably be dropped off at their doorstep. The littles were not fans. On the one hand they did not have to worry about pooping themselves in public and getting snatched, which was always a plus. Instead, their cruel fate would be told to them by the machine. “We’re sorry, small one, you made a bad stock pick”. Maybe they drove too fast in their car, watched one too many videos on us-box, or stayed up too late playing video games. The machine saw all and when one line crossed another, the little was deemed to have failed to live up to society’s standards. He or she would then get a letter the next day telling them he or she was no longer an adult, and to prepare for adoption agents to come shortly. Matilda knew today was the day she was getting an envelope. She had been preparing her audience for weeks since she signed up for the program. There was one quick jump cut from her bed (and of course an entirely new outfit, a simple blue jean jacket you can buy on the A-to-Z site for $99.99, which is perfect for this time of year) and she was at her mailbox. She held the phone out, slowly going through the new mail. The natural light and outdoor sounds a sharp contrast to the perfectly curated bedroom she escaped from. “Hmm, Coupons. Junk Mail. Nope thought it’d be here.” Her face turned to an overly orchestrated frown, her perfect blonde hair falling in front of her eyes. “OH NO GIRL” “BETTER LUCK TOMORWWO?” “IT’S SO UNFAIR YOU DESERVE A BABY” “But! What’s this?” Matilda’s surprise could not be more fake than a little opening a Saturnalia present (Is it a baby toy? Yes it is!). She knew what was in the mailbox because she had already checked it before she started filming this morning. “LIKE! OH MY GOD!” Matilda screamed throwing the rest of the letters. Her phone shook violently as her 11-foot body jumped up and down. There was only a wave of blue and a blur of her outfit to the camera. Her entire chat exploded, and links to the live stream poured onto all social media platforms. For a moment, Matilda was the third most popular influencer on prompt-a-gram. In an hour, her video would be pushed down by the lunch-flu-encers, but for fifteen minutes she may as well have been the most important person in the world. Even as she danced in excitement, her large Amazonian mind was going through the possibilities to exploit this the best. She decided on hashtag “Is it a boy?”. Obviously, she wanted a girl, but today was a blue day, and she might as well go with the theme. Matilda already knew which companies she was going to be reaching out to for free products to display for her new baby. Transitions and Gadzooks! Of course, new baby needed toys. She was thinking of more clothing for herself. She’d need a brand new outfit. Her tweeners fans were not allowed to adopt, but this was an opportunity to branch out, and to level up her content. She was now going to enter the grown-up world of mom-fluencers. This was where the real money was. If she succeeded, she might not need to have her parents pay for the house or her car. There was another jump cut, she was now in a white dress with spaghetti straps on the shoulders. Her hair had been recombed after being in the wind outside, and now it gave a more sophisticated look. Still, it was a poor attempt to look older than her 26 years. She held up the blue envelope in the house to the camera. The front had been manually stamped with “Important: Notice of Adoption” in bright red letters. “This is it. This is the moment I get my new baby. Did we decide chat? Is it a boy or a girl? Hashtag is it a boy, trending now.” She slowly ripped open the top of the envelope and took out the thick papers. The top of one had an official seal. She began to read. “Dear Matilda Youngblood, this is an urgent letter to inform you of an immediate status update with regard your adoption.” She went high pitched, “This is perfect! This is so official sounding and everything. Gals and fans! I’m having a baby. I’m getting a baby!” she spoke to the camera, “this next part is even better.” “Under the Artificial Intelligence and Adoption Act, select individuals whose maturity is below their official age can be deemed unfit for adult life, and need to be placed in the immediate protective care of a loving family. The selection of this is determined by blah blah blah and blah blah blah and monitoring software,” her voice became serious at the conclusion. “It is our intention to inform you that you have now been chosen for adoption.” “Can you believe this? The computer chose me to adopt a baby. I’m going to be a mommy.” Her reading continued, “While there remains some possibility of review, you must respond to this letter no later than Ventôse 11th, for manual consideration of the calculations and if there any factors you wish to add that may mitigate this decision.” “Woah, postman delivered this a bit late chat. That was yesterday, isn’t that, right? Happy Franciade, for those who celebrate the leap year! Today is our blue day! Let’s see if the letter says if it will be a boy or girl. Maybe they want that to be a surprise for when the baby meets his new mommy?” “Failure to respond will be taken as acceptance of decree of adoption, and an agent of the State will visit you on the 12th.” “That’s TODAY! Chat that’s today!” She started to jump up and down, her hair coming undone from the mom-bun she had tried to put it in. Her chat could not contain themselves, “YAASSS QUEEN NEW MOMMY NEW BABY HOW IS ABABBY COMING TODAY” She finished off the rest of the letter, “The Atlantican government has already reached out to a warm and loving couple who are eager to accept the burden of becoming your new parents and raise you in a manner appropriate for your level of development. Your new life will be considerably different from your old…” She stopped reading aloud. She looked at the camera, “I uh, I think there’s a mistake here, I’m guessing they mailed me the wrong letter. But don’t worry I’ll get this all sorted out. I’m sure they meant to mail the new mommy letter to me instead, I will be right back chat once the new baby is here.” She reached over and turned off the camera. She examined the paper up and down for a phone number or a website and found nothing. Perhaps if a little had received the letter, he would have immediately bolted from the house, a desperate attempt to escape fate by fleeing society. Instead, Matilda was paralyzed to action. To her, nothing made sense. Fifteen minutes later there was a knock at the door. She tried to explain to the two men there was a mistake. “It’s obvious something is wrong, I’m not a baby. I can’t be adopted. I can go to the bathroom; I have a job.” It was not the first time today the adoption agents had heard this, only the other person who said the same thing had been 65 inches tall. They found that her house was a mess of pink and fluff between the cameras and lights. Each room looked like a cross between an eight-year old’s ideal bedroom and a movie studio. The adoption agent stared at her loose-fitting outfit that was aimed at impressing twelve-year-olds before carefully responding to her. He knew how to handle those with weaker minds. “I do not disagree,” he started, “There is clearly a mix up in the machine, but that’s not something we can fix. We will need a few days to put in a request to reevaluate. Just go along with this for now, it’s your best option. It’s the only way to show you’re a responsible citizen and an adult. That will help boost your score when we rerun the calculations.” The other agent sighed, playing off the story, “Your new ‘adoptive parents’ do not want a baby your size either, this is just as unfair to them. I’m sure they’ll help with clearing this up, but we need to get your processed first, so we can work to get you out of the system.” The two giants gently guided Matilda to the back of the adoption van. The sky-blue vehicle was adorned with colorful text indicating its official purpose in the Adoption Services. The agents had to take the children’s seats out so she could fit in. What surprised her was that the drive to her new parents was over an hour and outside the city. Staring out the window she found grassy fields and fences protecting herds of cattle. The longer they traveled, the fewer cars there were on the road. The distance between buildings and houses expanded, with empty farmland between them. Eventually the van slowed, there was nothing to be seen here except a break in the wooden fence that was bisected by a dirt road. The van turned along the bare path and slowly marched another ten minutes to a distant white farmhouse. It looked old in style, possibly a century or two in age. The lighting from the windows was a soft amber and protected by a covered white shade that matched the sharp new white paint on the wooden house. It was about three Matilda’s tall. The girl looked at her phone as the van pulled into the driveway and saw just the exclamation point above her internet connection, she turned it off to conserve battery, as the agents opened the van door and guided her to the front house. One agent knocked at the screen door and the three waited a minute in silence. The door opened to a dark interior slowly at first, and then quickly. Matilda stared into the empty living room, unsure what was going on. The screen door seemed to open of its own accord, and the left agent reached out to hold it open. The two agents stepped back slightly, and Matilda saw her new parents. They were old. The man had thin graying white hair that looked wet but well combed. He wore faded blue jeans with a tucked in red polo shirt. He had put in an attempt to look good, and with his worn face protected by large round glasses, the rustic appearance had a warm charm. The woman had put on clothing appropriate for church on Sunday, a long green dress with a pearl white necklace. Her hair was well maintained, and the dye job was hardly noticeable to Matilda from the other side of the deck. The two had received a similar blue envelope and had brought it to the door. It let them know that today would be the day they would receive their new boy or girl. Their attempts to impress their new daughter had failed, not just because of their lack of sophistication or fashion, but because the two were half the woman’s height. “Oh, she’s certainly a big one. Well, ain’t that a blessing. Come in, come in, you’ll get a cold out there,” the old woman said waving for Matilda to enter. Unsure of what to do, the tall woman stepped into the portal. She needed to duck her head slightly in the foyer to fit in the farm house entrance. “I was hoping for a boy,” the man spoke feigning disappointed, but then his mood instantly turned, “But a baby girl is just perfect too.” Matilda finally figured it out, “I think I see where the computer crossed a wire on this. I’m supposed to adopt a little, not be adopted by a little.” “Shucks, if that helps you feel better about it. I’m your new adopted daddy, and this is your new adopted mommy,” the small man answered. The man and the lady gave a small laugh at that. Despite her protests, the two agents were satisfied and left the giant to her fate. “I know there’s some mistake here,” Matilda reasoned, “See, I was going to adopt a little, and the computer seems to have flipped things around. I can’t imagine how hard this is for you guys. I’ll try not to be a burden while this gets sorted out.” Finally, the older couple dropped their act, letting their shoulders and faces take a more serious look. The man smiled and spoke first, “It’s okay, we understand. We’re just having a bit of a laugh with it. Yes, we would like to adopt a child, and we were excited we had been chosen by the computer, but this isn’t what we expected either. You’re a big girl, and we wanted a little one, little for us rather. The agency told us of the mix up by phone. We’ll get this all sorted out in just a few days.” “Oh, thank goodness, so um, can I go back to my home or…” The old women gave her answer, “No, we don’t have a car that can take you at this time, but day after tomorrow my nephew’s truck will be available and we can get you back to town. You’ll be fine staying here a couple nights, right?” It was not what she wanted to do, but she did not see much alternative. She certainly was not going to walk all the way back to the city. She was not even sure which direction she had to go; she had not paid any attention during the ride out. She had spent most of the last hour on her phone, slowly losing connection to the world as she got further from the city. First video, and then pictures, and finally text, until now, out in the wilderness, there was nothing. She was not even sure she could call someone, the signal was too weak. Matilda found a couch and sat down, her body easily taking up a cushion and a half like her own personal recliner. “You guys got the internet out here? Something from which I can stream? I think this whole experience would be a kick for my followers.” Matilda was always looking for a way to turn even the slightest setback into an opportunity for people to glorify and praise her – and to make money. The man came over to a recliner and sat down, staring up at the new daughter, “Oh, no, we have an old PC in the back we get e-mails on, but that’s just dial up. Dang thing don’t work half the time.” “No streaming, so what do you guys do for fun?” The old couple looked at each other, before the woman answered, “Watch television. We used to get a DVD in the mail each month, but that service is shutting down. We do still have a good collection of shows though. Haven’t even watched half of them. If there’s something you’d like, we’d be happy to put it on.” Matilda looked up at the television council across from her. It was the one thing Amazonian sized in the building. It would have been big in her old room. It mirrored the living room back at her, distorting her image in the black reflection. Entranced, she moved closer to the TV and looked above it, carefully reading off titles. Then she saw it. It was still wrapped in plastic. A dark plan formed in her mind. Perhaps she could still walk away from this as a winner. She pulled the DVD down and held it up to the others, reading the title. “Naomi and Oliver, the 3D edition. Complete first season.” She shook the case, there was a small pair of white paper thin glasses sized for an Amazon’s face, carefully taped within the package to the plastic case. The man nodded, “Oh that, not sure why we got it, maybe in case we hosted Sharon’s grandkids... I’ve heard good things though.” Matilda smiled, if these two were not already old enough for diapers, they would soon be wearing them, “Please, I think you’d guys like it. I know it looks like a cartoon but it’s for older people too. Plus I can wear the three dee glasses too, it’ll be a new experience for me.” The man and the woman looked at each other, and then came over and setup the television. The three moved to the couch, Matilda was in the center, her oversized arms came down around her new family, and her face adorned with the ridiculous glasses. “Come on Oliver, are you ready to go on an adventure?” Watching the DVD with the glasses hurt her eyes. The protective shades even gave the show a strange tint of blue, blurring the cartoon image at the edges. She didn't care though, the story was refreshing. Matilda could see herself as Naomi, traveling the globe with her best friend Oliver. The two trying to corrupt the bigs into pooping their pants. Of course, the bigs never fell for it, they were too smart for it, and in the end the two littles always got punished for their silly games. No matter how many times they failed, the two littles would try again and again tomorrow. Matty looked up at her daddy as he pulled hard on the six-inch-thick tapes, “It’s tight daddy, thank you.” The crib she lay in came up to his chest, when he had unfolded the white diaper to put on her, it had bounced slightly on the floor. The old man happily returned, “You’re such a big girl for me Matty, you’re big enough to hold all the love we’ll ever need. We were sad before you came, and now that we’re finally together, you bring sunshine and happiness to us every day.” Matty looked at her new garment. It did not match her pink pajamas; it was a simple white and had a long yellow stripe on the front, which clashed with her pink nighty top. Her fashion sense tingled, and she pointed to it, “What’s this do?” She had never paid much attention to these garments; the stripe served no decorative purpose. “Oh, that’s for grownups. When it changes color it’s time to get a new diaper on you. Now, no more questions. It’s time for you to get to bed. I have an early day tomorrow, and you have a long day as well.” That got her to nod and shift her head down on the flat mattress. Today had been good, she had helped mommy perfect her new cookie recipe for the fair in the kitchen, and then a new season of Naomi and Oliver came in the mail, and she got to watch two whole episodes before dinner. Today had been a good day, because today was a blue day. Tomorrow when she saw the stripe had changed on her diaper, she would know tomorrow was going to be a blue day as well. From now on, every day is going to be a blue day.
  3. This chapter probably doesn’t make a lot of sense without the context of the main story here: Living in harmony, becoming stronger together This is a special chapter showcasing Catherine’s visit after a week, to look at what became of Tiphany. This chapter isn’t fitting the main story and therefore has been put here as a One-shot. It starts after Catherine entered Martha’s home. “Where is Tiphany? The week is over and she is free to leave, if she chooses to do so.”, announces Catherine and her big sister answers, “She is in the living room, follow me.” They proceed together to the living room, where they meet Tiphany crawling on the ground, with a regular pacifier in her mouth which she uses voluntarily. She is naked, except a thick diaper around her waist. Martha walks over to her, grabbing a vibrator on the way, explaining: “I trained Tiphany quite well. You will see in a moment.”, turning on the device and holding its vibrating end to Tiphany’s crotch area for around 10 seconds, before removing it again. As Tiphany feels a tingling sensation from her pussy, her conditioning kicks in and a little trickle escapes her. She begins to feel a telltale warmth start to flow over her body, radiating outward from her crotch, as her pee-pee floods out of her and into the thirsty, waiting diaper. A moan escapes her lips from the pleasurable feeling, but she is far from finished. Her hand wanders between her legs, pushing the warm soggy diaper against her clit. As she starts to masturbate, her infantile garment is getting even more wet and sticky. Martha complements her little baby girl, “Such a good girl, doing it all by herself. Mommy is sooo proud of you. Now show my sister here what a baby you are and make a nice present for mommy.” Tiphany basks in the praise from her mommy, with a big dumb grin, drool running out of the corner of her mouth. Then with a look of concentration she starts to push out a toot, barely muffled by her thick diapers. There was no shame at all on Tiphany’s face, only a lustful gaze, as she continues pushing with some satisfied grunts, her hand rubbing her privates furiously through the front of the diaper. “That’s my baby girl, push it all out into your diaper, where it belongs.”, encourages Martha. Pfffrt! Brraaapp! Hot stinky mush exits Tiphany’s tushy and flows into her waiting diaper. As Martha only fed her liquids lately, her poopy is quite smooth. As she fills her diaper with the stinky paste, she convulses from pleasure, eliciting deep moans from behind her pacifier. The slimy feeling spreading in her infantile garment, as she is watched by two adults is amazing, she loves it. She feels so Little, as if she is pooping out the last remains of her former adulthood. Catherine watches amazed how the diaper keeps inflating, as it makes room for an Amazon sized mess. Its so much bigger than she thought, as she watches the back of the diaper change color to a light brown. The experience of pooping out such a hot mushy load, combined with the smell finally takes Tiphany over the edge, as she reaches the height of her orgasm, spewing lewd juices out of her pussy. At last, she finishes pooping with a sigh, happy to have relieved herself completely. Spent and exhausted, she collapses, her adulthood voided like her bowls. Martha watches satisfied how Tiphany completes her descent into diapers with a series of mushy squishes and squelches. Gleefully listening to every grunt, fart, squish, and moan. The former Amazon having been reduced to the level of masturbating in messy pampers like a depraved little baby girl. Martha kneels down next to the baby girl, putting her hand slowly on the brownly discolored section. She can feel the warmth through the diaper, the poopy smell intensifying as she gets closer. With her mouth next to Tiphany’s ear, she whispers, “Good girl, you made such a big poopy in your diaper …”, she presses on the diaper, smushing the stinky mush inside, eliciting another soft moan from her baby, “… and look at you, enjoying the feeling of your warm, squishy diapers. Just as I have told you at the start of your training.” Catherine is completely speechless by Tiphany`s performance. It was more than clear where she belongs now and that is in her thick diapers. Martha gives Catherine time to process the whole thing, so she uncovers her bra. Tiphany is well trained and crawls over to her mommies lap immediately, Martha taking the pacifier out of her mouth. She latches on to the breast like a good girl and Martha starts to breastfeed her needy baby girl, who swallows the sweet milk in big gulps, not caring the slightest that she is still sitting in a thoroughly used diaper. Stunned Catherine asks only one word, “How?” Martha explains: “As you may know my job gives me access to highly experimental technology. What you see right here is the result of some new highly advanced nanites. We needed a test subject for a while now and you delivered Tiphany just at the right time. As you can see, it was a huge success. Of course, my training also played a huge role. As you can see, Tiphany is very happy in her thick diapers, she will testify so herself.”, she slowly separates Tiphany from her breast, eliciting a whimper from her in return. Goading her baby girl, she instructs, “Come on Tiphany, tell my sister here how much you love your diapers, so she can leave you here in my care.” With a lisp Tiphany responds, “Baby wuvs her mushy diapees!”, bouncing her dirty tushy on Martha’s knee to emphasize, releasing another moan. She lifts her bum again with a lustful gaze. Martha knows where this leads too and snaps her fingers in front of Tiphany`s face, getting her to focus again as she instructs, “You can hump your dirty diaper after talking to Catherine or mommy needs to discipline you again.” With a frightened face she stops her action, continuing where she left off, “Tiphy likes mommy Matha and wants to stay here.”, then with a whine she asks Martha, “Can baby Tiphy now make stickies in her diapee?” With a warm smile Martha points over to a rocking horse in the corner, “Crawl to your horsy and mommy will help you to get in place. Then you can make as many stickies as you want.” While Tiphany crawls eagerly over to her favorite toy, Catherine concludes, “Looks like baby Tiphy should stay here, she wished so herself. I will go then, have a nice time with your new baby doll, sister.” “I will!”, assures Martha, before stepping over to the rocking horse, turning on a switch on the side. The last thing Catherine hears, before she leaves is the vibrating noise of a certain pleasuring tool, build into baby Tiphy’s horsy.
  4. I know, I know "Another new story from Kasarberang that's going to take literal years between chapters" Allow me to explain. I write as a hobby, one of a great many hobbies that my brain alternates between, right now Writing is the hobby in focus so hopefully I'll be able to pump out a few chapters of this story and maybe the other ones as well. Unfortunately I make no promises as to how often this story or any others will be updated, it might be once a week or more: This was the case for "Just A Checkup" before I wrote myself into a dead end (I'm planning to rewrite that story and continue it at some point) and it might be way less frequent "Babied By The Sitter" (Still in progress). I'm not a writer, I'm just a guy who does writing sometimes Anyway, I had this idea for a story and I hope I can do it justice. As always feel free to remix, modify, redistribute any of my stories however you like. If you like the setting, characters or anything else feel free to use it. I wont mind, in fact I'd love to see what you can do with my ideas. So PM me if you do make anything that you decide to release. (Tags will be updated as the story progresses.) My Time At The Everland Farm All Characters involved in a sexual situation in this story are at or above the age of consent, even if their ages aren't directly stated. Also this story is entirely a work of fiction and absolutely nothing in it actually happened. Art by: Ruperallmighty Email: Ruperallmighty@gmail.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/Ruperallmighty Art Officially Approved to comply with DD rules by: DailyDi. My name is Daniel I'm 22 years old and this story is of my time at The Everland Farm. The story starts at my house, I had just gotten this mornings mail and saw a letter addressed to me. It read: "Work getting you down? Need a break from the stresses of daily life? Need a vacation? Than come on over to The Everland Farm for a nice change of pace! Experience four weeks free of the stresses of daily life! And with this special offer you can enjoy all four weeks 100% FREE! Lodging included." It even included a valid bus ticket. This letter didn't apply to me at all, I enjoyed my job working as a developer in a small Indie Game studio, the stresses of daily life were minimal at best and I much preferred to be at home. Not to mention a 100% all expenses paid vacation seemed super sketch to say the least. Probably some shitty timeshare or some pyramid scheme of some sort, neither of which I wanted any part of. So I threw the letter on my couch with all the other junk mail, intending to either throw it away or shred it. == A few days went by and I had spoken to some friends and family about the letter. Almost everyone unanimously said I should go, which honestly didn't surprise me, everyone's always telling me I need to get out more and here is seemingly an offer that gives me no excuse but to do just that. Whenever I expressed my concerns they just replied "Just record everything that goes on, that way you're far less likely to get mugged." despite the fact that my state has specific laws against recording out in public unless you receive consent from every single person that would be in the recording. It's' an interesting law and is far stricter than most, it's good for privacy but a lot of people are against it, which frankly I can understand. Anyway eventually people bugged me enough about the vacation that I decided to just do it. Even my work told me I should go. At this point I needed a vacation from all the people telling me I needed a vacation. I packed pretty light, not expecting to need too much. I packed my cellphone, a pair of wired earbuds, some spare clothes, A DVD player and some DVDs as well as an emergency battery pack which should get me through the month if used sparingly. Everything fit in a nice backpack that I keep around for travel, despite this being the first time I actually ever used it for that. Usually I just used it to carry around my work laptop with me so I could work a little while away. But I did originally buy it for travel. Once I was packed and ready to go I set out for the bus-station which was only a quick walk from my house so it didn't take me very long to get there, less than five minutes if I had to guess. I gave the driver my ticket and soon I was off to The Everland Farm, to my surprise I was the only passenger on the bus. That could easily be explained away by it being 10am on a weekday, not exactly the most desirable time to take a bus somewhere far away, since most people had work to do. I put in my earbuds and set my phone to play my favorite artist Big Penny, which has gotten me through a lot of long bus rides in the past. This specific album titled: "Heads or Tails" featured other artists such as Jiggo-J and DJ MEMEBOY. It truly was and still is an underrated album. Personally I think it's Big Penny's best work, his other albums were entertaining, but nothing quite had the same feel as "Heads or Tails" did. I think it's cause it's the only time as of writing this that Big Penny, Jiggo-J and DJ MEMEBOY have collaborated on an album together, It's very obvious that they gave their best with this album. "Heads or Tails" came with a total of 26 songs with a total runtime of 5 hours and 15 minutes and only cost $5.99 when it first released. It was the very first album to have over 3hours of content with a price tag below $36. "Last Stop Everland Farms, if you got this far without getting off you either missed your stop or got the wrong bus!" said the bus driver. Yet again Big Penny got me through another otherwise boring bus ride. I thanked the driver and was on my way. The bus didn't stop directly in front of Everland Farms they stopped quite a bit away actually. I could very easily see where the farm was, but it was a bit of a walk to get there. Once I did finally arrive I took a seat on a nearby bench to catch my breath before getting up and looking around. Right away I was surprised at the absolute size of the property it must've been on at least five acres of land. There's no way this is the place I was going to be staying for a whole month, it's far too nice to be completely free, either that or it really is some timeshare or pyramid scheme. You could tell this place had been around for awhile, some buildings looked fairly new, or at least newly painted and others looked like they'd been sitting there for decades, all the buildings had a Little House On The Prairie style and vibe to them. Most of the buildings were double to triple the size of regular buildings I was accustomed to. It had been a few minutes so I decided to get up and start looking around, there didn't seem to be anyone nearby so I figured I'd take a look around myself, kinda give myself the grand-tour of the property, even though I knew nothing about it. I walked around a little before stopping in front of a building which was bigger than the rest, which is saying something since all the buildings on the property were huge. Since I was feeling especially adventurous I decided to let myself in. Right away I noticed the inside of the building felt far larger than the outside, but I'm sure that was just an optical illusion, since all houses felt far bigger on the inside than they did on the outside. Everything downstairs was pretty standard, Standard Living Room, Kitchen, Dining Room. The furniture was far larger than I was used to but I was usually the shortest guy in the room, so maybe this is the standard for people of normal or above average height, I could see that. After having a good look at the downstairs I decided to look upstairs, which presented me with my first major challenge. The steps were far steeper than I was used to, it was like every step was 2 or 3 normal sized steps stacked on top of each other. I found myself lifting my legs up way higher than I was used to when climbing up stairs. I also went up these stairs far slower than I usually would, to reduce the chances of me falling forward or backwards. After climbing up what felt like thousands of stairs I finally reached the top of the staircase. There was a long hallway with doors on each side, all of them with a wooden sign on them labeling what the room's purpose was, which makes sense since this was a public vacation spot, I imagine it'd be a pain to have to explain where every room was every single time there was a new customer. I walked up to the second door on the right labeled "Emily's Room". Letting my curiosity get the better of me I playfully turned the doorknob fully expecting the room to be locked, but to my surprise the knob turned and the door opened with ease. The inside of the room was pink with white trim, even the walls were painted pink with the corners painted white. There was a computer desk, which really made me feel small, I could barely even reach the top of the desk, I knew I was short, but I didn't think I was THAT short. I had to sit in the rolling office chair and put the height up all the way in order to sit at the desk like a regular person. atop the desk sat an old ldrn PC, with matching beige keyboard and mouse. Running an old version of Backdoor OS. I could have gone and looked through the files and search history of the computer, but I decided against it. I was staying here after all and if anyone were to catch me doing that I'd probably be in for a very bad experience. Plus the bus only stops here once a month, which makes sense, considering that's the minimum amount of time you're allowed to stay, otherwise they charge you for leaving early. Looking around the room further I noticed something laying on the floor, walking over to it revealed that it was a bra. It was Sea Foam Green, very frilly and most importantly, it was huge. Holding one of the cups up to my head for size and the cup was larger than my head. "So, I have one question. Why the fuck do you have your faced pressed up against my bra?" Shouted an unfamiliar voice. coming from the doorway. ====End of Chapter 1==== I hope you enjoyed! Please tell me what you think! Your words encourage me to write more frequently. TXT My Time At The Everland Farm ~ A Kasarberang Story (Reader Download) PDF My Time At The Everland Farm ~ A Kasarberang Story (Reader Download).pdf ODT My Time At The Everland Farm ~ A Kasarberang Story (Reader Download).odt
  5. Exchanged Trilogy (Exchanged, Little Hope, and Alterations) Available on Amazon! AND NOW 'TOUR GUIDES' Over the past few years, I've had a great deal of fun writing and sharing my works here and on other sites. I've been asked several times, 'when will you put your works out there for purchase?' Or, I'd like to be able to support your work. Several people have tried to convince me that a Patreon account would do well for me - and it might, but my real life leaves me just a few months each year that I really can have time and focus on writing anything. (I'm currently trying to get going on a new work now, but it'll be a while before I can share it) I had been suggested to use Amazon, but I had some concerns about their policies and privacy on sales. Spending some time the past month or so, I've determined that the privacy should end up being okay, so that just left their policies. If you published there, I had heard you had to pull everything down from free sites - a total non-starter for me. I grew up with sites online being my only way to figure out who I was! Digging further, though, I have determined that I can sell copies, and as long as I don't enroll my works in their Unlimited plan, I will be able to keep them up on existing sites. I had one final thing to check, and that was to get permission from Princess Pottypants to make sure she was okay with me moving forward. With her permission, I am moving forward with placing my Diaper Dimension works on Kindle. As of right now, you can find the first book, Exchanged, up on the site. This version has been re-edited for grammar, spelling, and some known continuity issues. I consider it to be at the level I am willing to publish. I'm pricing this and all of my future works at $4.99. You will still be able to read the copies on here, WattPad, and ABDLStoryForum - I will not take those down, but if you would like to have a nicer copy and support this, authoress, it is now available. I hope to have Book 2 up by the end of this weekend and Book 3 by the end of the month. After that, I'll move onto a two-pack of Undercover Tour and Diamond Tours (Published together for a lower price is my plan), Seems Too Good, and lastly, In-Between. In case you're wondering, while I personally love my Emerald Princess book, I'm forbidden from publishing it by the terms of the universe I set it in. At some point, I may re-write it to get around that, but I don't foresee that in the near future. Thank you to all of you who have read and supported me over the years. If you deem my work worth purchasing, I hope you'll take a look! Exchanged - Now Available: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09VTKM8Q8/ Little Hope - Now Available: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09VY5LZK7 Alterations - Now Available: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09XLNSGKF Tour Guides - Now Available: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B09XZR9SB9 Seems Too Good - Now Available: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B09Z74LJB8/ New Author Page: http://amazon.com/author/babysofia
  6. Hi! I'm confused with what the difference is between Amazons, Giants, and Bigs. I'm thinking of writing a diaper dimension story but I want to get the information correct. Can anyone explain more about what they are and the differences? I've read a few stories (Chasing Emily, my favorite) and I want to write it well. Also, I'm still a little confused with portals. Thank you!
  7. Any one know any decent abdl stories in the Kindle store there are lots of stories on there but non of then are rated or they are rated 1-2 stars. Look for something new and fun to read. Never read abdl stories on Kindle
  8. Someone bought a book of mine from an "Expanded Distribution" site. I had recently set all my books to this in May. I'm not sure what that was, an actual bookstore of another online marketplace but it was the first. With that I've sold about 5 paperbacks total since I started in October of 2018. Paperback books aren't nearly as popular nor as profitable as ebooks but then again I'm not in it for the money. This is more of an experiment for me. I wanted to understand the whole dynamic of writing and selling a book on my own. It has made me more aware of what I put down on the page and how it flows in a more confining format like the printed page. Anyone else sell paperbacks with good success?
  9. I write and sell spanking stories on Amazon under a pen name, several of which feature ABDL content. If you're interested, the link to my Amazon author page is below. If not, no biggie. Have a good day either way! S. V. Kerres Author Page
  10. Does anyone have this story saved to there computer? I cannot find it anywhere.
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