A Morning at Sidneyland
By
Edward Hyde


“I can’t believe we’re finally here!” ten year old Amy gushed as her dad put on the handbrake and turned off the car engine. She had been begging ever since she saw the first adverts when the part opened last Summer and eventually her parents had agreed to take her for a weekend visit, even splashing out on one of the on-site hotels which came with special perks like early entry and all food and drink included since they were only staying for one night. Her Mum and Dad had taken it in turns driving through the night so that they could be there when the park opened for the day and make the most of their time. Although they would not have access to the room until later that afternoon, the hotel had facilities for them to leave their cases and other belongings safely and also to collect their park passes as well as the wrist-bands which would show that they were eligible to eat and drink for free in any of the park’s restaurants and cafes as well as entitled to a small discount in the many gift, souvenir and candy stores around the park.

Nicknamed “The Tastiest Place of Earth”, Sidneyland was a theme-park dedicated to and inspired by Sidney Roebuck and the culture of legal cannibalism the visionary young girl had ushered in. The park the Hooper family were attending that weekend was one of three opened simultaniously in the US only a few months before similar parks had begun construction in Europe, the UK and China. In the not even entire year that they had been open, the Sidneyland parks had become the new must-visit destination for American families and foreign tourists, rapidly becoming more popular than other similar destinations, including Dollywood, Six Flags and Universal studios leaving them second only to Disney, although they were quickly catching up to the most established parks’ popularity and, industry experts predicted, were on track to over-take them within five years, given their planned expansion to seven parks during that time in the continental US alone.

Happy that the space next to them was empty, Amy opened the back door of the car wide and swung her legs out to make it easier to pull on her rhinestoned cowboy boots which she had decided not to wear for the long car journey to make it more comfortable. With the exception of a matching hat, some light makeup, a hair-band and a smile, she was wearing absolutely nothing else! In keeping with the theming of the park, nudity was not only permitted but positively encouraged for the younger female guests, with any “Sidneys” and their families permitted to join shorter express lines for the various rides and to occupy the reserved front few rows for the assorted films and live shows which were all part of the Sidneyland experience. There was also a fun pool with waves, rapids and water-cannons in the middle of the park for which no swimming costumes were required or expected. Everything about the park, in fact, had been designed to make young girls comfortable with being naked and to encourage them to dress this way when visiting. So much so, in fact, that it was not uncommon for shyer or more conservative girls who had come in dressed to ditch their clothes and leave them in one of the many available free lockers once they saw how many perks there were to going nude! Amy, however, had come dressed for the occasion as many, if not most girls did in Sidney-style hat and boots, ready for her adventure of a lifetime.

Soon the family were walking up to the front of the hotel, designed to look like the Roebuck Mansion not too far away in Dallas, Texas, which was itself a major tourist attraction due to its historical nature as the home where Sidney grew up and from which she launched her campaign. Even ‘though the first Sidney’s restaurant had opened in Los Angeles, California, since that’s where the head quarters of the business was based, the Roebucks were a Texas family and Sidney was a Dallas girl through and through!

“Do you think we can visit the real Roebuck Mansion on the way home?” Amy asked, walking between her parents and dragging her little purple suitcase on wheels behind her while her dad trundled the big, heavy one with his and her mum’s clothes and other belongings. Another big advantage of going naked, Amy had realised, was being able to pack light! Like many young girls, she considered Sidney Roebuck something of an icon and had spent the weeks since she heard that they would visit Sidneyland reading up about her, watching all the documentaries, movies and old footage that she could find and generally learning everything she could until she was confident that she knew as much about Sidney as her seven year old cousin Archie did about dinosaurs!

“Probably!” her dad smiled down at her, having had a similar idea himself. “It’s not too far out of the way, really! It would be good to learn a bit of real history this weekend too.” In the reception lobby of the hotel, Amy looked around and took in the opulent decorations. The carpets were a lush red, the stair rails, door handles and other metal fixings brass polished to gleam like gold. The doors were dark oak and the walls seemed to be made entirely from white marble. At regular intervals, where it might have been normal to expect a column, were giant marble statues of Sidney, naked of course apart from her trademark hat and boots. Amy wondered if she had posed for a sculptor or photographer with a view to making these at some point before her harvest, perhaps planning to have them in the restaurants that would bear her name, or whether they had just been created by an artist familiar with the hours of footage and many hundreds of photographs that existed of her. Between the statue-columns were huge, gold-framed oil paintings depicting various scenes from Sidney’s public like such as television interviews, the time she addressed Congress and, of course, kneeling on the table in the slaughter-room, the large butcher holding her hair gathered in his fist, a moment or two before her throat was cut.

“Hooper.” Amy’s dad gave their name with a smile when called forward to the desk. “We’ve got a family room reserved for tonight?” The blonde young woman with lots of makeup and a smart uniform entered the name on her computer and brought up their reservation.

“Lovely!” she smiled professionally. “I’ve got your reservation right here. I’ll give you your room cards now but they won’t work until three pee-em, okay?” The trio nodded. “Great! And I’ll also give you your park passes and wrist-bands.” She tapped a few more keys and a printer behind her started screeching. “And I see you have a Sidney with you?” She grinned with genuine warmth at Amy. “And a delicious one at that!” Amy blushed a little and giggled. “Don’t forget you can use the priority lines for all the rides!” She handed the family their passes and wrist bands. “Leave your luggage here, it will be taken up to your room. Have an amazing day!”

Once they were all checked it, it was time to head to the park itself! In front of the hotel, they waited with five other families for the free shuttle bus which would take them close to the gates where they’d be able to show their passes and walk straight in, avoiding the long lines of people queuing for tickets. Of those five families, four included girls not too far Amy’s own age and within those four, the daughters of three were naked.

Although encouraged and considered part of the fun, the Sidney hat and boots were not required for “Sidney Status” and the girls of one family - tanned, slim but sporty-looking blonde sisters of around nine and thirteen, wore tennis shoes and baseball caps, their long pony-tails tucked through the hole in the back. Their mobile phones hung on lanyards around their necks, that of the older girl sitting nicely between her budding teen boobies, and Amy wished that she had thought of that! Her phone was in her mum’s handbag and she knew she would need to ask for it any time she wanted to take a picture or record video. Upon realising that her Sidney outfit would have practical limitations such as the lack of pockets, she had considered tucking it in her boot but had been worried about breaking the screen, not to mention making it sticky and smelly if the days were as hot as they threatened to be!

The next family included younger girls, the oldest perhaps seven years old with a sister who looked around five and the youngest, currently being carried on her dad’s hip, Amy guessed was no more than three. All three were cute and chubby with curly light-brown hair, the smallest one’s just to her shoulders but cascading half way down the backs of the older two. All three wore cheap Sidney hats but crocs instead of boots, presumably for comfort, and their pale, otherwise nude bodies were smeared thickly with sunscreen which left white streaks visible here and there.

The sisters of the next family, the oldest at around twelve and fourteen, had the full hat and boot ensemble but were looking a little less comfortable with their nudity than the rest, standing a little awkwardly and trying to cover themselves without making it obvious that’s what they were doing. Their hair was also blonde but a darker shade, more like Amy’s. The older girl had hers tied in a thick braid down her back whereas the younger wore hers in plaits either side of her head and tied with ribbons the same pale purple as her boots and hat. Their faces and limbs were nicely tanned making a sharp contrast with their pale swimsuit areas – a bikini in the younger girl’s case and a one-piece for her older sister. This was something that Amy had gone to some lengths to avoid, making sure to go nude when she relaxed in the garden or enjoyed the back yard pool over the last couple of weeks so as to not be walking around the park with a backside so white it risked blinding the other guests!

In the fourth family, a girl of ten or eleven with thick red hair in bunches and cheeks covered with cute freckles was arguing loudly with her parents. She was wearing a woven straw cowboy hat and boots which looked like she really did wear them to ride horses but also tight denim shorts and a sleeveless plaid shirt over a white crop-top which nicely showcased her enviably taught belly. From what Amy could gather, the girl had wanted to come naked but her parents had forbidden her from doing so and had tried to justify their decision by saying that very few girls actually did go like that and that it was just something the park pushed in their advertising to stand out, yet here in was in the queue for the bus feeling stupid because she was the only girl with clothes on, proving her parents wrong. Her mum was trying to reason with her but the girl was having none of it. Her dad was certainly not looking impressed and Amy couldn’t help wondering whether the argument would end with the girl being allowed to strip off or with the whole family cutting their visit short almost before it had started and going home instead!

Although she could see that the girl was being quite a brat, Amy couldn’t help but mentally take her side. The idea of coming to Sidneyland and not going naked felt like only getting half the experience and surely being able to skip the longer lines was worth while? She supposed that that was why the older girls has opted to go that way, despite clearly not being used to nudity and feeling a little self-conscious. She hoped for their sake that their discomfort wore off quickly once they were in the park and saw how many other naked girls there were! However much she wracked her brains, Amy could simply not come up with a satisfactory explanation as to why the parents might now allow it. The only thing she could think of was wanting to shield their daughter’s young body from the predatory gaze of some of the men and boys who went to the park largely for the opportunity to get an eye-full but even that seemed stupid – there would be so many naked bodies on display that they would not be any sort of novelty and the red-head, as pretty as she was, would not stand out or merit much more than a glance from most other park patrons.

One guest, however, who was definitely enjoying the view was the older son of the one family without girls. Twelve of thirteen years old and apparently unable to keep his jaw off the ground or his eyes off the eight naked girls in the queue while his younger brother, maybe sever or eight, seemed oblivious to their unusual attire and was just looking forward to a day in a theme-park! Amy giggled to herself, hoping for his sake that he got over the novelty quickly or he was likely to spend the whole day bumping into things or tripping over his own tongue while trying to navigate a park with naked little girls and teens to be seen in ever direction!

It was true, Amy had herself felt a little nervous about going nude in such a public place. Her own back garden was one thing, with its fences on every side and no chance of anyone other than immediate family walking in on her but walking around a busy park for two whole days with her budding little nipples and smooth, plump pussy on public display was another proposition entirely. Yet now that she was here, she felt no shame or embarrassment – she was not naked, she was dressed as Sidney! Her nude body was just part of the costume and it was clear from the bus queue that she was going to be in the majority and her state of undress would help her to fit in rather than to make her stand out as it would in almost any other context.

They had only been waiting a few minutes when the shuttle bus arrived, emblazoned with the Sidneyland logo which was an extended form of Sidney Roebuck’s signature, the logo of the restaurant chain, and of course a large picture of the girl herself, tipping her hat and grinning to welcome the guests. There were quite a few families on the bus already, from hotels and other accommodation further out that was still part of the Sidneyland complex but there were more than enough seats for Amy’s family and the others waiting at the stop. Of the dozen or so families with girls already on the bus, the daughters of only two were fully dressed, something which the angry red-head was quick to point out to her parents.

Although she could not hear their continued conversation over the excited chatter of the other passengers and the cheerful music played over the bus’s speakers, Amy was not at all surprised, when she glanced back, to see the girl awkwardly undressing in her seat and her mum trying, with limited success, to fold her clothes small enough to fit into her hand-bag.

When they got off the bus close to the park gates not too long after, the red-head was as naked as all the other girls who had been in the bus queue and looking much happier. Although she did not have the obvious tan-lines of the blonde sisters, there were patches of sunburn on her shoulders, her back and the top of her chest, where he cleavage would have been if she’d had any, its vaguely semi-circular shape implying that her hard, pale pink nipples which stood out hard against her almost white skin had never seen the sun before! She even had a little wisp of ginger hair on her plump vulva, just able the slit.

Bypassing the long lines of day-visitors, at least a quarter of which were nude girls, mostly in cowboy hats and boots but some in nothing but sandals and sun-cream, the families from the bus walking right up to the turnstiles under the large archway bearing the Sidneyland logo, flanked on either side by giant fibreglass statues of Sidney Roebuck, leaning on the arch and kicking on booted foot up coquettishly.

“So, what do you want to do first?” Amy’s dad asked once they were inside, unfolding the large park map and trying to make sense of it. They were stood in a recreation of a fairytale town square with cobbled pavement and a fountain in the middle which depicted Sidney stood posing in a cannibal stew-pot, her body shown from the thighs upwards slowly rotating while the pot, which for some reason was being held up by cartoon frogs, remained stationary. Pretty arcs of water rose up from the pot and sprayed over the side into the main pool of the fountain, as well as from the frogs’ mouths.

“I want to ride the Rotisserie!” Amy enthused, bouncing on her heels. The Rotisserie was the park’s largest roller-coaster, famous for its many corkscrews, and the attraction known to draw the largest queues so it made sense to ride it early, before the lines could build up too much.

“Rotisserie it is!” her dad grinned before frowning a little as he consulted the map. “Oh, it’s right over the other side of the park! That’s a heck of a walk!”

“That’s what the train’s for, silly!” giggled Amy, pointing to the wild west style platform on the far side of the square at which a pink steam train with open-sided carriages behind was idling. There was already a line of guests waiting to board behind the low automatic gate which would open once everyone who wanted to disembark was off. Once the staff member on the platform gave the signal, their colleague next to the gate would press the button allowing it to open and the new riders could take their seats. Although it was designed to be fun to ride and to give great views of the park, it was primarily intended as a transportation system, a means of moving the guests easily around the park, and as such there was no express Sidney line. “Come on!” she grabbed her parents’ hands again, leaving her dad clutching the flapping map in his one free one, “They’re about to board! Let’s go!”

They reached the back of the line just as the gate was opened and the eager passengers surged forward. Despite how many people there were wanting a ride, there were more than enough seats available and the family got comfy, Amy choosing to sit on her Daddy’s lap even ‘though there was space on the wooden bench, insisting it would be more comfortable on her bare backside. She was far from the only girl to do the same.

All the excited riders were watching the scenery eagerly. Some of the train’s route was through pretty landscaped gardens or little patches of woodland, at one point crossing a bridge over the Fairytale River, a slow water ride aimed at younger children but with impressive animatronics none the less where the riders would enjoy a boat ride through an enchanted forest filled with scenes from fairytales which either traditionally involved children being eaten or had been adapted to include such elements once cannibalism had become a normal part of society. Stories such as Hansel and Gretel, Red Riding Hood, Petra and the Wolf, Jill and the Beanstalk and The Gingerbread Girl.

The first stop was close to one of the five other large rollercoasters the park boasted, but unlike the Rotisserie, MAX was contained within a domed building. The name of the coaster was emblazoned in bold, metallic red letters above the entrance next to a flat image of a naked boy, drawn in Manga style, with spiky brown hair, a cocky, confident grin and a proud erection, giving a thumbs-up. Beside the queue was a fast-food kiosk decorated with similar pictures of naked boys and advertising “Boy Burgers”.

“Wow!” Amy’s mum looked genuinely surprised. “I didn’t expect that! I thought Sidneyland was all about girl-meat?”

“It is mostly,” Amy explained, “but they added this ride to advertise their new chain. You know? Named after that boy who got used to trick people into thinking boy-meat was gross?” Hearing it explained, her mum realised that she had indeed heard about the new venture from Sidney’s Inc. While the Sidney’s chain, while reasonably priced to have mass appeal, was elegant and feminine, with the restaurants described by some as temples dedicated to the worship of young girls, the MAX locations were deliberately more masculine, designed to appeal to and attract young boys as well as serve their meat. The spits, pots and ovens of the carvery area had a much more industrial, almost sci-fi look to them and the rest of the menu was far more fast-food inspired. This coaster, the fastest in the park and taking place mostly in the dark apart from some bright, flashing, coloured lights, accompanied by loud rock music, had been designed to reflect the same aesthetic and raise awareness of the new brand.

“Oh yes!” She nodded. “I don’t know if boy can really be as tasty as girl but I suppose it’s good to offer people the choice…”

“I know, right?” Amy giggled. “Who wants to eat stupid boy-meat when there’s so many yummy girls to get through?” After a partial change of passengers, the train moved off again, this time running along-side the fairground area with smaller but no less exciting rides such as the spinning stew-pots and a giant Sidney hat which rose up and spun the riders, sat on seats facing outwards around the brim, wildly in various directions. There was even one based on the popular “magic carpet” ride format but instead of sitting in a stylised Persian rug, the riders sat in the back of a giant girl on a spit! To add to the authenticity, the insides of the hollows where the ride-benches were situated were painted red as if they really had been carved out of her body.

Next it passed through the very popular zoo area which, while including lots of cute and funny animals like monkeys and meerkats to appeal to the little girls who made up much of the target audience for the park, there were also large predators including lions, tigers, crocodiles, wolves and bears, all of whom were fed live girls who would, despite all being willing volunteers of course, were instructed to run away from the beasts, dodging and weaving, to show off their hunting prowess to guests. This part of the park was considered educational and feeding times with their accompanying talks on the animals and their habitats in the wild were always very popular attractions.

Finally, the train arrived at the stop furthest from where they had caught it, in an area of the park totally dominated by and themed around the Rotisserie rollercoaster.

“We’re here!” Amy sprang off her dad’s lap in excitement and ran onto the platform. The line for the ride was already long but nowhere near as long as it would be later in the day. The general theme of the area seemed to be medieval, with the entrance to the ride resembling a stone castle, and the games, food-stands and other side-attractions laid out to look like a market, the stalls decorated with wooden veneer and colourful awnings. Aside from the main ride itself, the most striking feature was a huge green dragon, smoke billowing from its nose and a chain around its neck tethering it to a wooden pole. A line of giggling children, most of them naked girls, were lined up in front of it. As they passed on their way to the ride entrance, Sidney Express line of course, Amy took in the details of the animatronic beast and the exciting little thrill it offered.

The dragon was huge and imposing and looked quite real, or how Amy imagined a real dragon might look at any rate, but its simple sequence or repetitive movements gave away its animatronic nature. It was depicted squatting a little off the ground, its tail raised and swishing. Its big leathery wings flapped occasionally and even its ears twitched but the main and most noticeable movement was from its head, jaw and left arm or foreleg.

One by one, as sent forward by a staff member dressed as a knight, the children would sit in the dragon’s hand which was shaped like a seat. The beast would then lower its head, raise the hand to its mouth which it opened wide, tip the child in then toss its head back and close its mouth, swallowing the tasty morsel, then roar before lowering its hand for the next snack. Moments later, the child would emerge from a hole under the swishing tail, having completed their journey through the dragon’s smooth fibreglass digestive system, a tightly spiralled slide which was illuminated red and kept hot to simulate being inside the creature, complete with sound effects of a beating heart and gurgling guts.

It looked like fun and Amy wanted to try it out later but her first priority was the coaster. Once through the entrance, the outdoor parts of the queue split off from each other in different directions, with the general line leaning to a large area with a zig-zag queue system while the Sidney Express line for naked girls and their families led around the edge until both entered the inside portion of the queue side by side. The general part was about three quarters full but they were able to walk through the Express line until only a few meters from the entrance, with three families ahead of them before however long the line might be inside.

It was not long before they passed under the faux stone archway and entered the building where riders mounted and alighted from the ride. Once again, the general line snaked around while the Sidney Express line was straight. To entertain guests while they waited, the inside of the building was decked out as a medieval castle kitchen where a number of young girls, a mix of static and simple animatronic figures, in various stages of preparation and cooking. Three girls in peasant clothes were being led down some steps by a man in a tunic and apron who looked like a market trader. Another was half way through undressing, supervised by a matronly cook. Two more were stood in a large wooden half-barrel having their nude bodies scrubbed by two giggling young kitchen maids around their own age. This particular scene features some motion and real water in the wooden basin with bubbles that oozed over the sides. In the cooking area there was a large black iron pot in which three girls with small boobies were sat, their nipples just above the surface from which rose real steam. A large brick oven had a girl being slid into it, meaty rump towards the guests, and finally in a large fireplace was a girl on a spit being turned by a cheeky-faced, barefoot little boy in a ragged waistcoat and short trousers.

The family ahead of them in the queue included a boy of about thirteen being mercilessly teased by his eight year old sister, who was of course naked apart from hat and boots, about the way he was ogling the nude display figures, especially since there were real naked girls either side of him in the queue. Ahead of them were a group of slightly older teen girls, maybe fifteen or sixteen years old with curvy figures and nice round boobies, who seemed to just be having a day out together. They had noticed the blushing young teen boy and were teasing him, wiggling their bare asses at him and jiggling their perky tits. Much as he wanted to, he was clearly too embarrassed to look at them properly!

After only about twenty minutes in line, through the recreated kitchen which had real cooking smells pumped in to add to the authenticity, Amy and her family reached the front of the queue and were ready to board!

The seats on the ride were single file and Amy’s parents ushered her forward to get the front seat. They were hanging from what appeared to be a solid, pointy-ended bar above although it was actually flexible inside so that it could move with the curves of the track, the seats swinging wildly below. It was, of course, designed to resemble a giant spit, in keeping with the theming, The attendant walked quickly along the length of the train, checking all the restraints, then gave a signal to the operator who started the ride.

The hanging ride train left the platform and began to climb the steep hill. Amy bit her lip in excitement, gripping the handles on the restraints and grateful that there had been hooks on the platform for riders to leave their Sidney hats on. Even ‘though hers had a neck chord, she would still have worried about losing it on this wild and fast ride. There was a pleasantly cool breeze which contrasted with the blazing sun hitting her bare skin as they reached the crest of the metal hill.

There was a pause which seemed to last for an eternity as they teetered on the top of the hill although in reality it was no more than three seconds, then the real fun began! The train coursed downwards at breakneck speed and Amy shrieked in delight as she was flung around turning fully upside down over and over as the track corkscrewed. She could hear her mum screaming in the seat directly behind and the other riders further back. Half way around the track was a second hill which provided thirty seconds or so of respite from the wind and adrenaline but soon they were zooming again! Amy felt her heart beating fast with the excitement and enjoying the sensation she had not anticipated of the fast, cool breeze hitting between her slightly splayed legs, making the ride even more thrilling and making her feel sorry for any girls who rode it with their clothes on!

Too soon, the ride was over and they pulled back up at the platform. Her legs a little wobbly, Amy hopped off the seat which was quickly wiped down by the attendant before the next rider mounted, retrieved her hat and followed the rest of the riders one their exodus from the ride building, through a faux-stone tunnel, gushing to her parents about how brilliant the ride was until they emerged back into the sunshine.

“I’m sorry!” Amy giggled, “I want to go on another big ride but I really have to try that dragon!”

“Sure!” her mum chuckled, patting her on the behind, “I need a little break before we do anything else so intense anyway!” Giggling more, Amy happily ran to join to line for the dragon slide while her parents went to find a bench. Although the line was quite long and only one rider could go at a time, the experience was short and the queue moved quickly and very soon Sarah was at the front of the line.

“Okay,” the attendant smiled at her. “Pop your hat down and sit well back in Sparky’s hand. My, my!” he chuckled, looking her up and down, “He’s getting lots of delicious treats today!” Amy giggled and got comfy in the scaly, clawed hand, sitting well back so that she would not topple out until the she was supposed to. Once he’d confirmed that she was comfortably and safely in place, the armour-clad attendant pressed the concealed button and the dragon began to lift the excited young girl towards his cavernous mouth.

Although she knew it was fake, just a giant animatronic, the dragon was so convincing that Amy almost found herself believing that she was about to be eaten alive by a ravenous beast! The thought made her heart beat fast and what was between her legs tingle quite urgently! If this was real, she told herself, then surely nobody would judge her for relieving herself with her fingers in her final moments but, she reminded herself, this was not real and, seconds after being swallowed, she would emerge out the other end of the dragon and into the view once more of everyone who was watching her now.

The dragon lowered its head and seemed to be looking straight at her as she drew near to the huge mouth with its massive, sharp-looking teeth, snorting smoke through its nose.

“Hope you’re hungry, Mr Dragon!” she grinned and giggled then gave a little yelp of excitement as she was tipped into the dragon’s maw. Noting with curiosity that the vicious-looking teeth were actually soft rubber and bent harmlessly as she slipped over them, Amy squealed with delight once more as she plunged head first, her arms held out in front of her, into the belly of the beast! As she slid down the glowing red tube, Amy giggled and shrieked, enjoying the many twists complete with atmospheric sound effects and wondering what it would be like to be eaten for real! Before she knew it, she was tumbling back out into the sunshine.

“How was it?” Her mum asked, grinning as she helped her little girl to her feet.

“So much fun!” Amy giggled. “And now I know what it’s like to be dragon poop!”

“Well you’re the prettiest poo I ever saw!” her mum laughed, shaking her head in amusement. “So what’s next?”