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# Preface This is a completely shameless self-insert story. I used to write stories for other ABDLs in a setting called "The Adult Baby Research Institute". ABys would find my stories on Tumblr, and if they were smart/brave, they would message me and I would make them fill out an "intake survey". After that there would be an in depth interview and I would craft them a very pervy story. The setting was a fictional asylum / kinky medical facility staffed by caring sadists. Unfortunately all the content was lost during the great tumblr purge. It was a lot of fun. But now I've decided it's my turn for a stay at this fictional asylum. This is an intense story with dark themes of intense masochism. It's all about turning everything to 11 and getting too much of good and bad things. This deals with themes of heavy duty ABDL, infantilism, sissification, gender fuckery, sadism/masochism, torture, medical fetishism, dental fetishism, force feeding, messing and more. This story is not written for everyone, and I don't blame you if you want to nope out. Any time a chapter deals with an edgy theme in detail it will be called out at the start so you know what you're about to get into. This is a hard story. If you're looking for a feel-good story, you may want to skip this one. There will be some feel good moments, but they'll be interspersed with sessions of deep sadistic torture, painful humiliation, and extreme sissification and babification. This is a sissy story. I'm keenly aware of the link to that as a fetish and misogyny. While I'm hoping that the gender fuckery is deep, I'm also trying to ensure that it isn't deeply misogynistic. I'm not perfect, so if you feel I missed the mark somewhere I'd love to hear about it and understand if you're willing to share your thoughts. # Day 1 Saturday ## Chapter 1 I sat nervously in the back seat in the middle of the van. I was enveloped by the pink PVC padded seat while a 5 point harness pinned me down. Even sitting down in the seat, my pink frilly and lacy dress wasn't covering my thick disposable diaper. It didn't help that my legs were spread wide with a spreader bar attached to the pink patent leather ankle restraints that matched my Mary Jane flats. My matching wrist restraints were clipped to the side of the car seat, not that I could do much with my hands since they were trapped in pink fingerless mittens. I was sucking on a big pink pacifier gag, it's straps circling my head. "I'd like a cheeseburger happy meal with yoghurt, apple slices and an apple juice... and a McChicken meal with coke and fries." That was Cloudy, my wife, my caregiver and the love of my life. I was pretty sure she was getting the McChicken, coke and fries from the drive through. Yuck. Sounds like the rest of that was for me. I hated process cheese... and yoghurt... and apples! "That's $19.59, 2nd window please!" "Mmmmmm ... McDonalds! Your favourite!" Cloudy smiled, knowing that while it was a guilty pleasure, it most certainly wasn't my favourite. "I wonder if the McDonalds worker will see you? Will they recognize you?" I was so mortified as we drove up to the pickup window. Luckily the worker wasn't in my eye-line but how much did they see of me? Cloudy continued, "They told me to make sure to bring a snack, because they aren't sure how long we're going to need to wait in the waiting room." The rest of the drive was uneventful as we went across town, then just outside of city limits up to a nondescript building. There was a smattering of cars parked here and there but it was otherwise a quiet summer afternoon. Cloudy parked the van in the back of the lot and cortisol flooded my system. I was going to have to cross this parking lot dressed up like a baby girl. She turned off the ignition, turned around in her seat and saw the look of dread on my face. "It's okay sweety. No one will know you're really a boy under there!" She smiled, and then unbuckled her seatbelt and got out. "Ok, lets get you out of there." Cloudy sighed as she opened the van door, unclipped my restrains from the seat, and unfastened the unnaturally tight restraint belt. "Get your dolly and your sippy cup!" I struggled to grab the sippy cup and doll with my mittened hands. Cloudy made a show of impatience before tucking the dolly under my arms and grabbing the sippy cup herself. She attached a leash to my leather reins, before grabbing our meals and a large pink diaper bag. She stuffed the sippy cup in a side pocket of the diaper bag, shut the door and started walking to the front door, dragging me behind her. With my ankles still attached to the spreader bar I was struggling to keep up to her brisk pace. We finally got to the door and Cloudy held the door open for me while I walked through into a tiny vestibule. On the other side was a thick windowless door with a heavy handle. Cloudy went to an intercom unit off to the side and pressed a button. "Hello, we're here for our appointment?" Cloudy said tentatively into the unit. "Name?" "Becky, it's for 1:15" "Perfect, come right in." Said the woman on the other side of the intercom. The door buzzed, and Cloudy hefted the heavy door open. "In you go sweety!" Cloudy gestured, and I waddled through into the brightly lit room not knowing what to expect. "You must be Becky" giggled a woman behind the desk, her coworker let out a wry smile. Both of them were dressed in colourful nurses scrubs. "You and your mommy can wait over there." The woman behind the desk gestured at the small waiting area with some chairs. Cloudy took me over and sat me down on a low chair next to a table full of baby toys. Cloudy sat down beside me on a comfortable adult chair and pulled out the food. She filled my sippy cup full of apple juice and passed it over to me. With my hands in the gloves it was hard to get and I dropped my dolly on the floor. Just then the door buzzed, and a tall distinguished gentleman with silver hair and a short silver beard walked through. "Hello Sir" both of the ladies behind the desk called out. "Good afternoon!" He replied in a singsong voice. He turned over to me and smiled. "Whoops, it looks like you dropped your dolly little one." he smiled. I was petrified. He scooped the doll up, winked at me and put my dolly in a toy high chair on the table. "There. That's the perfect place for him isn't it?" He winked again, before looking up at Cloudy and offering his hand for an introduction. My dolly certainly didn't look like a 'him'. "It's a pleasure to see you again my dear. Thank you for agreeing to do this for us." The Director said to Cloudy. "You're welcome." She smiled. "I'll see you both once everything is ready." he said with a grin and away he went, behind the desk and down a long hallway humming to himself. Cloudy unwrapped the cheeseburger and set it down on the table, following up with the bag full of apple slices and the squeeze tube of yogurt. I wrinkled my nose. None of that looked appetizing, and I wasn't sure how I was going to eat it with these mittens on my hand—much less the pacifier gag in my mouth. I just idly busied my self with the bead maze and busy board. "Eat your lunch Becky, it's getting cold." I looked back at Cloudy with a look of "just how exactly?" "I see fussy eating is one of the treatments listed for Becky" one of the ladies behind the desk said. "We can start treatment on that right away. It will be good for her to get some food in her belly before we go over the full treatment plan." She came over, pulling some thick metal clips out of the pocket of her scrubs. She deftly attached them to my restraints and then restrained my hands and ankles to the chair. She gripped my chin in her hand. "Your mommy and I are going to fix you your food, we'll be right back. Don't be scared sweety, okay?" I looked up and nodded. What did Cloudy get me into? "Hi Cloudy, my name is Christine, and I'll be one of Beckys primary nurse caretakers." She offered her hand to Cloudy. "Shall we get this little ones food ready?" "Sure, okay" Christine scooped up the meal and put it back into the bag—even the sippy cup full of apple juice. The two of them walked down the same hallway. I could hear their conversation slowly drift as they walked away. "Her obedience is also on the treatment plan." "Well, it's not like he could eat with that pacifier in his mouth..." "That doesn't really matter, she barely even tried! A good baby slave would have found a way to at least gotten some yoghurt down. She just stared at her meal." Christine retorted with a smile in her voice. "I noticed that you use he/him pronouns, but she is very clearly dressed like a girl. " "Yeah, I have a hard time thinking of him ... i mean... her.. i mean... " "It's alright. What are they comfortable with?" "I'm really not sure, he says he wants to be referred to as he/him, but sometimes I wonder. And when he is dressed like this, I know he would rather be she." "Well, the good news is that as part of the gender treatment plan we will be exploring that and will help you get to the bottom of it." "Oh..." Cloudy trailed off "Don't worry, you're an integral part of the treatment plan as well." I strained to hear the conversation. It sounded like they had gone to another room, and there was the sounds of banging. Like some kind of equipment was being set up. "What's involved in that treatment?" Just then there was a high pitched whirring sound from the room where Cloudy and Christine were. I could hear them both speaking, but couldn't make out the words. Finally it stopped. "There, we'll pour that in there. And now the burger." Again there was the whirring sound. I knew what was going on. My food was getting blended together and I was going to be eating that cheeseburger whether I wanted to or not. It stopped and I could hear their voices again. "Eeeww gross!" "Hmmm, too far you think? You're the boss, for now. But if she was my charge—and she will be soon—this would all be mixed together. Yoghurt, burger, apples and all. And I would make sure that it was thinned out with formula too!" I shuddered in a combination of anticipation and fear. At the time I didn't realize how often that feeling would hold over the course of my stay. "The selection of formulas we have available...Wow! Everyone here at the institute have tried them, and some are easier to choke down than others." I could hear them coming back, the sound of wheels on the linoleum floor trailing with them. Christine was pulling along an IV stand with her, a pair of large bags hanging from them. An unappetizing brownish grey mixture in one, and a slightly pinkish one in the other. "If you wouldn't mind taking off the pacifier gag we'll get this proper feeding gag in place and someone can have all their lunch they so rudely refused to eat!" Cloudy walked behind me, unbuckling the strap to my pacifier gag. Meanwhile Christine was putting on a pink silicone bib that said "Messy sissy" in big bold letters. Cloudy pulled the pacifier out and strands of drool spilled out into the bib and before I could even take a full breath, the thick feeding gag was stuck in my mouth and buckled in place. "Now, burger first, and then your apple yoghurt desert." Christine said, as she lowered the IV stand, letting me have a good look at the greyish brown bag. I could see little flecks of orange process cheese. "Cloudy told me just how much you love cheese, so I made sure to add some extra." I did love cheese, but I hated the taste of process cheese. Couldn't stand it. Christine released the clamp on the bag, and I watched as the sludge slowly crawled down the tube, little orange cheese flecks and all. "This might be the best meal you will have all week, so enjoy it!" All week? I thought to myself. The smell of it hit before the taste. The burger was blended with apple juice. The sweet of the process cheese and apple juice contrasting with the bun and the meat. The blob of ketchup, mustard, pickle and onions were just a faint whisper in this sludge. It finally entered my mouth and it tasted worse than it smelled. The first blob that hit my tongue clearly had large chunks of pickle and cheese mixed in with the meat. The texture was thick and chunky. I couldn't help it and immediately retched. Christine again gripped my chin. "Try me. Anything that comes up is going to go right back down again." I took a deep breath and closed my eyes and tried to ignore all the flavours and textures and suck it down. It was tough, and I almost lost it 5 or 6 times. Finally the last of it was done. And this was going to be the best meal? "Good for you sweety! Now it's time for your dessert!" The tube was swapped and the slurry of yoghurt, apple juice and purée apple slices made its way to my mouth. I had a hard time deciding which was worse. On the one hand apple juice cheeseburger surprise was pretty nasty, but I hated yoghurt. "Your mommy told me all about how much you LOVE yoghurt, so we're going to make sure that it's part of every meal during your stay with us." I shuddered. Finally Christine took a syringe out of her pocket—without the needle—and pulled out a small bottle of medicine. She uncapped it, put the syringe in and filled it up 2/3rds full of a thick, yellow, cloudy, oily substance. The tube was pulled from my feeding gag and hung up on the IV stand and replaced with the syringe. The smell and taste of caster oil was unmistakeable. She pushed my head back so that I could savour all 60 CCs of every drop. I was going to be in bad shape in a couple of hours. "Alright. I think we're about ready to start working on your treatment plan." Christine said, while the other nurse was pushing over the largest and kinkiest stroller/wheelchair I have ever seen.

Once Upon A Time there was a Mommy, a Daddy, and a Little One. The Little One. Today The Little One had a very busy day. From the moment they awoke to the moment they were put down in their crib, it was a day full of fun with their Mommy and Daddy. Mommy and Daddy loved to dote on their Little One and today they had spent all day doing it. The Little One had a big yummy breakfast of rice cereal and formula while Mommy and Daddy had pancakes. After that, Daddy gave The Little One a bath with all their bath toys and rubber ducky friends. The Little One and Daddy would splash together and have lots of fun. Mommy and Daddy even took The Little One shopping. The poor Little One got all blushy when Mommy explained that no-one would notice their diapers hidden under their short-alls. That’s when Daddy noticed there was a special shopping cart, a “Caroline’s Cart”! It was trouble. The Little One pleaded to no avail, and found themselves buckled in place. They were so embarrassed. The Little One loved their polycule family very much, and Mommy and Daddy both loved The Little One just as much. They also loved to humiliate The Little One so they knew that even if they were the size of a “big kid”, they were just a tiny baby inside. When the whole family got to the baby aisle The Little One got really blushy and whiney. “Mommy, but what if someone …” “Shhh,” Daddy said and smiled. Mommy held up a cute little bib to The Little One’s chest, making The Little One feel even smaller inside. So small they wanted to crawl away and hide. But The Little One loved this feeling very much, and their Mommy and Daddy knew they loved it too. When they all got home with their shopping, The Little One was given a “big kid” lunch of dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets as well as mac and cheese. Locked away in their highchair they still had to drink their formula from a sippy cup and wear their new bib! The day went on and the three of them had so much fun! The Little One had a tantrum for naptime and had to be spanked and put in time out. The Little One hated time out the most. But Mommy and Daddy gave out hugs and kisses and forgave The Little One. The three of them had a lovely dinner. The Little One’s belly was so full after having so many spoonfuls of pureed prunes pushed in! “That’s it, eleven jars! Good job, Sweet Pea.” Mommy was so proud, it made The Little One feel warm and soft and squishy, even if their tummy was full. The only thing as good as praise from Mommy was praise from Daddy. Sometimes, when Mommy and Daddy were extra sweet, it felt as good as the extra special times when The Little One got to “make squirties”. It was time to get ready for bed. After The Little One got changed by Mommy and Daddy and put into their favorite PJs, Mommy and Daddy told them to sit on the floor so they could take their medicine. The Little One hated medicine days. It always tasted so oily and yucky. Mommy would always put it in a medicine paci and Daddy would ensure they had sucked down every drop. Finally it was crib time. The Little One whined, “But Mommy, Daddy, I want to sleep with you!” “Hush now,” Daddy whispered, softly stroking The Little One’s hair. Daddy popped a pacifier back in The Little Ones mouth, and snuggled Their Big Stuffy into their arms. Mommy and Daddy both gave sloppy kisses to The Little One on their lips. They raised the crib bars, closed the top, and turned out the light. The Little One sighed and tried to fall asleep. * * * The Little One awoke. They could smell their disgusting dirty diaper. The prunes and castor oil had definitely done their duty. The cloying, earthy muck mixed with the clean smell of the plastic sheet only inches from their nose. The ever present scent of baby powder hung in the air. Mommy made sure of that. She purchased a nursery scented air freshener. “To remind you that you’re still a baby!” Mommy had exclaimed cheerfully while installing it above the change table. Little snatches and sniffs of rubber and leather were constant from the various toys and restraints that were a permanent part of The Little One’s life. All this hanging on the olfactory backbeat of the ever present rhythm of the smell of the diaper pail. Sometimes it was full to bursting, the pungent scent filling the room, and the Little One was destined for a night of spanking and line writing for being so lax in their cleaning duties. This time only a few sodden reminders of their babyhood were sealed away in that powder scented plastic. The light of the nightlight shone gently across the room. It was an old Piglet one—in his red shirt with a look of trepidation on his face. This was the very first nightlight Mommy and Daddy had when The Little One spent the night at their house the first time. The Little One remembered how they felt like Piglet too. The Little One’s eyes glanced over to Their Big Stuffy. It was a big fox that was just like a large pillow, with a huge smile printed on her fabric face. Mommy and Daddy had gotten Their Big Stuffy for them as a special treat the day their weekend arrangement was agreed upon. They all agreed Their Big Stuffy was the second cutest addition to the family. The Little One had named her Peaches. The Little One’s eyes wandered over to the new addition, the toy shelf. Mommy and Daddy had purchased that at Ikea and practically dropped it at The Little One’s feet. Daddy’s words echoing through their ears. “It’s just like a puzzle baby! Now be good and set it up for Mommy and Daddy.” It had taken most of the day, and their diaper was a mess by the end of it. That night Mommy and Daddy took turns stocking the toy shelf with toddler classics like stacking rings and busy boards, and toys for dirty naughty ABDLs like tunnel plugs, pacifier gags and spankers. The Little One was kept safely locked in their crib while this happened, whining and excited to see their new toys, but tightly restrained only able to watch through the crib bars while Mommy and Daddy teased them. The crib bars. They weren’t locked and could be lowered! For the first time in a long time if The Little One wanted to leave their crib, they could. “Sssshhh! You’ll wake them!” It was Mommy’s voice through the baby monitor. This was a new thing they added. Normally Mommy set it up during “naptime” to make sure The Little One wasn’t getting into trouble. This time Mommy and Daddy must have set it up wrong, the transmitter was in their room and the receiver was here! “Even if we did wake them, what are they going to do?” It was Daddy’s voice, and it sounded like a dare! Mommy giggled a little at that, and before long let out a short moan. Lying there, The Little One tasted the drool from their pacifier, and the bitter remnants of the castor oil. But… best of all, was the warm and mushy feeling of the wet and messy diaper. Mommy’s voice rang out through the baby monitor, “Oh yeah, just like that.” The Little One was really turned on right now, hearing their Mommy and Daddy do nasty things to each other while The LIttle One was trapped in the crib. They brought their hands down to their mushy diaper and started to rub a little. “That’s it,” Mommy’s loud sigh sounded like a waterfall through the little speaker of the baby monitor. “Just like that.” Shocked, The Little One stopped rubbing. It was like Mommy was talking to them! But no, the moans coming through the monitor made it clear that Mommy was talking to Daddy. They looked at the top of the crib. The unlocked Crib. Did they dare? They could! Another moan escaped Mommy's lips, this time The Little One could hear it from the other room and the baby monitor. The Little One looked back fondly at the days they were allowed to spend time in Mommy’s and Daddy’s bed. How much they missed that. The baby monitor continued to broadcast sounds of adult fun. Its source was a mere 30 feet away, in the next room. The Little One remembered their Daddy saying how they should only leave the crib during emergencies, how it was important that they should stay in their crib, and how much they would be punished if they broke the rule. “—ttle One…” wait did Mommy say their name? That settled it. It was time for adventure. They sat up. The diaper went squish and the Little One felt mush spread everywhere. They waited until Mommy and Daddy were making a lot of noise, and slid the bars of their crib down with a gentle ‘whish’ and a ‘click’. Slowly they crept out of their crib, grabbed Peaches, and crawled out the door. Through the hallway they crawled. The crinkle of their diaper was loud even through their soft PJs in the hushed hallway. Finally they got to the master bedroom. They crept through the open door. Elegant scented candles, bottles of lube, restraints, spankers and toys were everywhere. Mommy and Daddy were both on the bed. Daddy was tightly bound, oh his knees, face down and ass up. Mommy was kneeling between his legs and had her hands on Daddys hips. Was Mommy…? “Yes, just like that,” she purred. She thrusted her hips and Daddy squealed a little. The Little One crept to their special chair in Mommy’s and Daddy’s room. This was the ‘watching chair’ that Daddy had set up for them. It was a small chair painted pink and blue, and sometimes Mommy and Daddy would restrain them to it. That way The Little One could watch Mommy and Daddy play but not be able to touch themselves, just like they were tonight. Not just like tonight. Tonight was new. The Little One silently sat down in their special chair, their mucky diaper making the slightest of squelches as they settled into place. They nestled Peaches between their legs. The Little One watched. They couldn’t help but rub their mucky diaper in time with Mommy’s thrusting and Daddy’s grunting. The little one had never seen anything like this before, and was extremely turned on by it. They wanted Mommy to do the same thing to them! Their tummy made a few more gurgles and rumbles. They watched as Mommy kept thrusting harder and harder. The Little One kept rubbing in time with Mommy and Daddy, squishing their ruined diaper and feeling the mess squirt around as they continued to grind against Peaches. The Little One felt the cramps well up, from the bottom of their spine and snaking all the way through to the tippy top of their tummy. They closed their eyes and imagined Mommy doing that to them. Their other hand almost unconsciously moved to their mouth, and The Little One started sucking hard on their thumb. They rubbed their diaper harder and started grinding into it, the soppy mess spreading out, just barely contained by a protective layer of plastic pants. The LIttle One felt a little squirt come out. Out of the backside of their diaper that is! The commotion in the room got louder and louder. Mommy and Daddy lost in their moment and The Little One lost in their imagination. There was a big squelch as The Little One lost control, and a blowout came pouring through the top of their diaper and plastic pants at the back. This only encouraged The Little One to keep going. They couldn't help it, they kept thinking about how they filled their diaper helplessly, they kept imagining between Mommy and Daddy. They were so close… So close… So close! And that’s when The Little One felt Mommy’s tender hand against their cheek. The Little One threw open their eyes and there was Mommy and Daddy. The Little One stared up at their ‘Parents’. The Little One self consciously sitting in this childish chair with their knees up to their chest, their stuffy between their spread legs, and the scent of fresh squirty messies carried up. “What are you doing out of bed?” Mommy Said “Any more and Your Big Stuffy would have helped you make number three.” Daddy added. The Little One sniffled, “I’m sowwy.” Their ‘Parents’ both replied, “You will be!’ The End * * * Mommy finishes reading the book, “And that’s how we found you! You were a stinky little mess sitting in your chair.” “And you were really close to making another one too!” Daddy replies. You’re sitting between Mommy and Daddy on the couch before bedtime. This is part of the punishment for sneaking out of the crib to watch Mommy and Daddy. The new nighttime routine was a long spanking and corner time, followed up by storytime, where you’re made to sit through this childish retelling of how you got caught. Mommy kisses you on the forehead, “Sweetie, what if we commissioned some of your favorite artists, and turned it into a picture book, would you like that?” “I think that’s a wonderful idea!” Daddy replies. “Then all your baby friends can see just how naughty a baby you are!” “But, I just want some Adult time like you and Mommy!” you plead. It’s been so long. The last month has been hard, Mommy and Daddy don’t even let you make stickies in your diaper any more, keeping you tightly restrained in your crib during sleep time, just in case you get up to naughty business. “I just want to have a special date. Just like you guys did.” “Well, Daddy and I talked it over. Tomorrow will be the one month anniversary of your misbehavior. We agreed that since you’ve done very well with your punishment, you can have a date just like Mommy and Daddy.” “Really?!?” Your eyes are as wide as pie plates. “Yes. Mommy and I have found someone special for you, and have planned the perfect date.” Daddy’s smile is genuine. Who could they have found? “But for now, it’s time for bed!” “But Mommy!” You whine. “Please tell me more!” “Ah, ah, ah!” She chides back. “Remember what happened last time you whined before bed?” “Yes Mommy.” “What happened?” “I had to have my mouth washed out with soap Mommy.” Daddy joins in, “And what else?” “I spent the whole night with a soapy pacifier in my mouth,” you say dejectedly, remembering the long night. It wouldn’t have been so bad, except right before Daddy went to bed, he came in and gave the pacifier, and your mouth, a fresh coat of soap. That was a long night. You learned your lesson. “Do you want a repeat?” Daddy says, his voice a little more stern. “No sir.” “Good.” he says, ruffling your hair. Mommy finishes pouring a strong dose of castor oil into your medicine pacifier. It looks like you’re in for another messy night. Daddy lifts up your chin and Mommy holds the medicine pacifier in place. You grimace as you suck down the bitter oil as fast as you can, gentle words of encouragement tumbling out of Mommy and Daddy mouths, while Mommy strokes your throat softly. Just like every night for the past month, you’re restrained to your crib, and your stuffy Peaches the Fox is nestled next to you. Daddy pops a pacifier in your mouth, slides up the crib bars and closes the top, locking everything in place and giving you a wink. Getting through tonight will feel like forever, it may be even worse than the night with the soapy pacifier. This is part one of a collaboration with Peculiar Changeling. It's been a lot of fun, and it is so awesome to work with him. Keep an eye out for part 2 from him! Special thanks to our editor Ellie, who is awesome **Sissy Becky** used to run an ABDL website way back on the day. Now they write "Adult Baby Research Institute" a long form serial about a ABDL BSDM sex asylum where everything is turned up to 11. Catch their work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/sissybecky. (Or here) **Peculiar Changeling** is an author of AB/DL fiction, commonly cutesy, often smutty, sometimes stinky, and always crinkly. On Patreon, you can find all of his writing - over 10,000 words of fiction every month - Including exclusive content not found anywhere else on the internet, as well as early access to everything, discounts on commissions, and other cool perks. Plus, you'll help support his ability to keep creating stories like this one! http://patreon.com/peculiarchangeling http://subscribestar.adult/peculiarchangeling

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

Hello all! This is my very first original story! I hope you like it! Please feel free to leave comments/suggestions and what not! I'd love to hear what you have to say! As of Chapter 3 this story has 2 perspectives **** is shown to signify perspective switching. This is an experiment I'm doing to see if I can tell the story better this way. ====Chapter 1 "Just A Checkup"==== I was getting ready for a doctors appointment. It was 6am, but my doctors appointment wasn't until 1pm. Than why was I getting up so early, It's entirely due to the method of transportation I use. "Phone-A-Trip" a service that allows disabled people and seniors to go anywhere in the county for a mere $5 each way. I didn't have a car so this seemed like the most cost-effective option, especially when you consider ride-sharing apps like "Ryde" would cost at least triple that price. As the saying goes you get what you pay for, Phone-A-Trip would guarantee you get to your appointment on time or your money back. The way they did this however was by giving you a pickup time about 6 hours away from your actual appointment time, give or take. Today my ride was scheduled between 6:30am - 7:00am, this meant that I had to sit outside my front door for a half hour as Phone-A-Trip did not call you when the driver arrived, if you missed your ride you could be penalized and possibly lose access to the service entirely. Lucky for me I was ready and out the door by 6:15am. Once the Phone-A-Trip had arrived I paid the driver $5 and took my seat. There was only 1 other group of people on the bus so I assumed they would get me to my appointment early. I was wrong, I got to my appointment with less than 10 minutes to spare, the other group of people wanted to go to the complete opposite side of the county and Phone-A-Trip put them ahead of me on the queue because their appointment was earlier, even though my destination was on the way to where they wanted to go, I literally saw my drop off spot while we were driving and asked the driver if he could just drop me off. He replied with something along the lines of "I have to drop everyone off in the order they are assigned." I walked to the pediatrics clinic, which I had been going to for years and continued to go to. They already knew everything about my situation, it would've just been a pain to go to a different doctor who I didn't know. I barely trusted the doctors I had been seeing for years! No way I was just going to go somewhere else with people I didn't know at all and just trust them with handling my situation. The worst part about the pediatrics office was by far the Waiting Room. Nothing but kids running screaming and crying. There were some well behaved kids here and there, but the shear amount of misbehaving kids kinda outnumbered them, maybe not in size but definitely in noise level. I usually just brought a pair of headphones so I could listen to some Music on my phone while I waited. It didn't completely drown out the noise of loud children, but it helped significantly. When my name was called I received a little SMS alert on my phone saying "Daniel Kasar Berang the doctor will see you now please go to office #15 within the next 15 minutes." If you waited more than 15 minutes to report to the office you had to sign in again as they only had a few available rooms at any given time. I think a 15 minute wait is more than reasonable though, I know people who can't even be 2 minutes late after being called into see the doctor. I got up off my chair and started walking into the hallway where all the rooms were located I walked until I came across a restroom, at which point I stopped and paused to think if I needed to go number one or number two before my appointment. I sorta had an urge to do both, but these appointments weren't usually longer than 15 - 30 minutes. Ultimately I ended up deciding against it this time, besides I didn't want to be late and potentially be stuck in the waiting room for even longer and possibly never get seen for missing my original appointment time. I continued walking down the hall until I saw rooms number #12 #13 #14 and #15. I had never been to room #15 in my entire 21 years of going to this hospital, in fact I didn't know they had a room #15, they were recently doing a lot of renovations though, so it's entirely possible it's a new addition. I gave the door 3 good hard knocks just to make sure no one was already in there. I've accidentally walked into the wrong room before and it was very embarrassing to say the least, ever since then I've done this 3 knock routine and I haven't gotten the wrong room since! I slowly opened the door and walked into the examination room and I see a large hospital crib. The thick metal bars were not raised so the crib was more like a standard examination table. You could tell it was still a crib since the bars were still there touching the floor they just weren't raised. The room also had stuff like baby bottles, breast pumps, toys and other things scattered about the room. At first I thought I got the wrong room. I got my phone out my my pocket and went to go double check the text to make sure the room number was correct, sure enough it said right on the text "please go to office #15 within the next 15 minutes." As I stood there to ponder what could have possibly gone wrong I hear a knock on the door before it begins to open. "Hello Daniel My name is Emma I'll be your nurse this evening. Are you ready for your checkup?" She asked as she stepped further into the examination room. Emma was a tall woman with medium blonde hair, it went about down to her shoulders. She was wearing white nurses uniform which had 2 of the buttons undone, presumably to prevent her huge breasts from popping the buttons completely off the uniform entirely. She also had a baby's pacifier pinned to her shirt dangling right next to her nurses badge. "Yeah, I do have one question though. Am I in the right room? This seems like an examination room for infants not like the regular exam rooms." I questioned "I'm very sorry about that! all of our regular exam rooms are occupied, we're currently at full capacity. This room should work fine, but if you feel uncomfortable I can reschedule your appointment." She replied with a smile, obviously trying to make sure that I was as comfortable as possible "No no, I'm already here, I was honestly just curious is all." I said not even noticing I was staring at the pacifier clipped to her uniform. She looked at me and followed my gaze to the pacifier. "Oh this? Sometimes infants can get really fussy, this helps calm them down. I get a new one every time I get assigned this room with a new patient. I didn't actually know it was you until I was already wearing it." Emma explained as if she knew exactly why I was staring. "So shall we get started? Just come here and take a seat on the examination table." Emma said as she grabbed my hand and walked me over to the crib which I suppose doubled as an examination table. I sat down on the "exam table" and Emma began going through the usual steps. First she got out a stethoscope and pressed it against my back "Deep Breath Please." Emma asked politely. I Inhaled deeply and than gave a quick exhale, like anyone would after being told to give a "deep breath". "Careful now! You don't want to blow the roof off this place do you?" Emma teased with a cute giggle." After about 4 or 5 more deep breaths with the stethoscope she moved on to heartbeat. "Alright heart rate is normal, maybe a little fast but it's within the normal margin of error." She commented placing the stethoscope back in her uniform pocket. "There is one more thing I have to test before I can release you with a clean bill of health." Emma had a nervous tone to her voice as she said that. "It's nothing serious or anything, it's just a simple temperature. The issue is... we only have thermometers meant for babies, meaning.... it goes up your butt." "W-w-w-Wait! You must be able to get a thermometer from another room! That can't be the only option!!" I quickly stammered to try to think of any alternative. "Unfortunately it is the only option. The reason you got put in this room was because all the 'big kid' rooms were taken, so I'm afraid all the 'big kid' thermometers are currently being used for other patients." Emma replied matter of factly as she went over to get the thermometer and some lubricant. "I'll try to make it as painless as possible okay?" Emma said trying to comfort me. "Just get it over with. P-Please." I said, my whole body shaking slightly and my cheeks blushing bright red. I assumed the position on the crib, currently exam table. My asshole pointing upwards, overall just trying to make the whole thing get done as quickly as possible. Emma laughed "Maybe you do belong here after all." "That's not funny!" I growled. Emma got her fingers covered in the lubricant and set course for my butthole. "Here comes the plain! VRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMM" She sounded out with her mouth, really drinking in the humiliation of the whole situation. I let out a yelp once the cold lubrication made contact with my butthole. Before I even had time to process what just happened I felt the thermometer enter through my back door without so much as knocking. "Eeep" I squealed. "You're really cute, you know that?" Emma started to count down from 30. "30, 29, 28, 27, 26." It felt like a literal eternity with this unwanted object just sitting there in my butt and if I didn't know any better I'd say Emma was enjoying every minute of it, judging by the huge grin she had on her face. "15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 10, 9" 'Did she just fucking rewind a couple of seconds?' I thought to myself. 'SHE REALLY IS ENJOYING THIS ISN'T SHE!?!?!?!' "5, 4, 3, 2.....5, 4, 3,...4, 3 2 aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand 1." she made sure to make those last few seconds the longest. I swear those last 5 seconds were longer than every other number of the countdown combined. Emma slowly started to move the thermometer out of my asshole just when it was about halfway out, she decided to push it back in. Which caused me to let out a slight squeal. I would've called her out on her bullshit, but It'd be pretty stupid to anger her, especially when she literally had me defenseless. After about a minute or two of her playing around with the thermometer, pretending to remove it before putting it back in and letting it sit for a couple of seconds and repeating the process over multiple times. She finally decided to stop joking around and took the thermometer out of my asshole, for real this time. "See that wasn't so bad now was it?" I swear she had the biggest fucking smug ass look on her face, she was practically getting off to this. I quickly pulled my underwear and pants back up, not wanting to have them off any longer than absolutely necessary. "Sorry I had to keep re-inserting it like that. The thermometer kept giving me a bad reading." she attempted to excuse herself. That's the worst fucking excuse I've ever heard of! "Yes, it was exactly that bad." I sulked. "Aww come now, don't pout!" Emma went over and got a couple pills and a cup of water. "Here take this, you have some irregularities in your vitals, nothing serious but these should get them back to normal." Emma handed me the pills and the class of water. I reluctantly took the pills and washed them down with the cup of water. "Those pills will make you feel pretty tired so I recommend laying down for a few minutes, we'll sort everything out after the effects wear off." Emma gently pushed me down onto the exam table so I was laying instead of sitting. Instantly I started feeling the effects of the pills kick in. I didn't get much sleep last night anyway, so I decided to close my eyes take a quick snooze. ====End of Chapter 1==== I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter of my very first public story of this type! Let me know if you enjoy it and want me to make more. I had a pretty fun time making it! Remember this is my very first public story, so go easy on me! Hope it was worth your time. Look forward to potentially writing more chapters. Feel free to Modify, Remix, Redistribute this story in any way you like. So long as it remains publicly available and free you have my official permission. Some credit in the modified, remixed, redistributed would be nice, even something as simple as "Original By Kasarberang" would be greatly appreciated, but that part doesn't matter that much to me. I think these terms are more than reasonable. Just A Checkup ~ A Kasarberang Story