{"id":37804,"date":"2015-04-03T18:36:11","date_gmt":"2015-04-03T23:36:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.talesfromthekreme.com\/tales\/?p=37804"},"modified":"2015-04-06T12:07:59","modified_gmt":"2015-04-06T17:07:59","slug":"going-to-the-diner-can-be-fertile","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.talesfromthekreme.com\/tales\/2015\/04\/03\/going-to-the-diner-can-be-fertile\/","title":{"rendered":"Going to the Diner can be Fertile"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The Fertile Fields Diner by Kris P. Kreme<\/p><\/div>\n

Picking up right where Downtown Fertile Fields left off, appetites will grow, fantasies will become reality, and only one place can satisfy both hungers, The Fertile Fields Diner.<\/p>\n

More unlucky travelers find themselves getting lucky in ways never imagined. More importantly, Riley Sloane finally arrives in downtown Fertile Fields, just in time to glimpse the man behind the chaos, the one who somehow manipulates all who enter the town found on no maps.<\/p>\n

An entire town hungers for depravity thanks to this man, but can Riley truly help as he feels led to do?<\/p>\n

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Sam and Richie have nearly forgotten their lives before Fertile Fields, a life when they never saw the craziness happening in an otherwise ordinary drugstore, when greeting cards were just greeting cards and didn’t leave the women who read them with screaming orgasms. Although Sam struggles to maintain the young man he once was, to fight the perversions slowly saturating into his very mind, Richie remains the devil on one shoulder and a serious concern for his health leads both to a very unique way of checking blood pressure. After this simple test, Fertile Fields has more than just a literal firm hold on the boys.<\/p>\n

Meanwhile they’ve barely thought of poor Alice, the young girl they were enjoying a trip across country with, a friend Sam had practically helped raise. Trapped in an ever more maddening twisted wonderland with a mother determined to make more girls into mothers, Alice has her own set of problems.<\/p>\n

Carol Heart will take care of those problems, use the warped technology found only in an impossible town like Fertile Fields to change Alice, to enhance Alice, and ultimately to help the girl realize her own dark fantasies dwelling within her, bubbling to the surface and leading to a climactic reunion with her friends she never would have expected.<\/p>\n

As with all things appetizing, and there are many hungers to consume in Fertile Fields, everything culminates in a rather surprise reunion at The Fertile Fields Diner. There’s more on the menu than Sam and Richie can imagine, but not more than their imaginations can enjoy, particularly one lovely slice of pie served up and offered by a man in a chef’s hat known only as Hatter.<\/p>\n

However as Alice and her friends satiate one another, another is finally arriving in downtown Fertile Fields, the mysterious drifter who feels a need pulling him ever onward, a need to help and not to hurt. Riley Sloane has helped many but never has he come across so many in need of help, although none in this town would ask for it.<\/p>\n

Arriving in the dead of night, the town seems normal enough, but someone is there, a dark figure, the dark figure spoken of in only the most vague terms by any of the residents. Riley can feel the darkness, the power, the influence this man has over all else, over everyone who has crossed the town border except Riley himself.<\/p>\n

Fertile Fields is serving up all new twists and turns, perversions on top of perversions, and a mystery that is fast approaching the unseen conclusion, one which can’t possibly be imagined… or can it? Find out where all is served up, The Fertile Fields Diner.<\/p>\n

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Picking up right where Downtown Fertile Fields left off, appetites will grow, fantasies will become reality, and only one place can satisfy both hungers, The Fertile Fields Diner. More unlucky travelers find themselves getting lucky in ways never imagined. More importantly, Riley Sloane finally arrives in downtown Fertile Fields, just in time to glimpse the … <\/p>\n

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