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Emma hears some news that makes her intensely jealous, followed by conversations with not one, but two boys. --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- I held the doll at arm’s length as if it was a real baby. All around me classmates were nurturing their dolls whilst the disinterested teacher walked amongst them giving tips. I saw some cuddling them, practicing feeding and even changing the doll’s diapers. No one was being too successful, these girls couldn’t change their own diaper yet alone someone else’s. I found the whole thing gross. I didn’t want children, and the doll was far too lifelike for my taste, it was downright creepy, firmly in the uncanny valley realm. I placed it on the table and reached back to rub my butt. Once I had got home the previous day, I had quickly discovered the school had called ahead and I was met with a big spanking that left me feeling sore… again. “These are so cool, aren’t they?” Zoe said from across the table, “They feel so… real!” “Yeah.” I replied unenthusiastically, “Great.” “They’re cute!” Zoe continued. I didn’t see any cuteness. I saw something very ugly that felt to me like a ball and chain that would be attached to me. I didn’t want to be anywhere near it. We had been encouraged to give the dolls names and bond with them. I refused. “Where’s Nicole?” I asked Zoe. “No idea.” Zoe replied. She was brushing her dolls hair. This was my least favourite subject in class, and it was up against some tough competition. We were being prepared to be breeders. Just incubation units being taught to look after the next generation and carry on the cycle. I wanted no part of it. “Come on, Emma.” Mr. Smith said behind me, “You need to practice all this.” “Why?” I asked as I folded my arms across my chest. “For when you have a few of your own.” Mr. Smith was smiling. He was aware of my opinions, but I couldn’t be too belligerent or I’d end up over his knee. “No thanks.” I muttered. “Well, if you fail the year you’ll be coming back for summer school.” Mr. Smith said as he sat himself on the edge of the table, “And I’m sure you’d LOVE that.” I shuddered slightly and gingerly picked the doll up again. There were no exams in the girls’ class. We were simply assessed by the teacher and if he decided we needed to be held back he would keep us. I didn’t believe he would actually make me come in during the summer because he was just as keen not to be there as I was. I didn’t want to test that theory though so I would have to go through the motions. “I know you think you’re better than all this.” Mr. Smith said as he leaned in and spoke a little quieter, “But until you can prove you deserve to be elsewhere, you’ll stay with us.” I didn’t need reminding. In my opinion, I was the most grown-up girl in the class, but I was also the clumsiest. If I could only have better coordination, I would be so much better off, but the clock was ticking, the school year was approaching it’s end and what felt like a deadline was approaching. It wasn’t going to be long before I “graduated” which, for me, would mean being little more than a maid for the family before I was married off to be a maid for some guy. Mr. Smith stood up and started to walk away. “Sir…” I called out. The teacher turned around, “Do you know where Nicole is?” “I do.” Mr. Smith’s mouth twitched, and the corners lifted into a smile, “She’s currently being assessed.” “Assessed?” I repeated. “To be moved into the boy’s classes.” Mr. Smith clarified. He walked away to the front of the class. My mouth was hanging open. I knew she had been doing well but not THAT well. My jealousy towards Nicole skyrocketed. We had hardly even seen her the last few days since she was spending more and more time with the boys. Now it seemed like she had left us behind completely. I felt like I was stuck at the bottom of the well and Nicole had clambered out and pulled the rope up behind her. I was lefty stranded at the bottom waving my hands and shouting for help. “Better her than me.” Zoe said as she pushed the nipple of an empty bottle past the lifeless lips of the doll. “You really wouldn’t want to be doing something… ANYTHING else?” I asked. “Why would I want to work?” Zoe asked with a laugh. “To earn money? Be independent?” My own words depressed me because I knew I wasn’t going to get those things either. “Why would I want those things?” Zoe frowned at me as if I was being stupid. I didn’t bother replying. Arguing to a girl like Zoe why she should want more out of life than to be a slave for a man was like arguing with a brick wall. I just went back to listlessly handling my doll without really doing anything in particular to take care of it. When the bell rang it wasn’t too soon. I stood up quickly and felt my diaper droop down underneath my dress. I expected it could last till I got home; I hoped so at least, I didn’t want to turn up at home having leaked yet again. Dad was already threatening me with even thicker diapers. I didn’t know if such things even existed but I wasn’t keen on pressing my luck. I hurried out of the room with Zoe struggling to keep up. On the way to the busses Liam, my regrettable date for the prom, fell into step next to me. He tried to put his arm around my shoulders, but I shrugged him off. He laughed. “Hey, baby.” Liam said, “I hear you’ve got a dress for our big night.” “What? How?” I asked. My surprise at his knowledge stopping me from complaining about his pet name, something I saw as derogatory. “Your mom told my mom.” Liam replied. I let out a snort of annoyance. There were a lot of things wrong with going to the prom with Liam and one of them was that our mothers were friends. They apparently had no problem sharing all the news between us to each other. It was very frustrating when I just wanted to forget the whole thing. “Maybe I could come over and you could give me a preview…” Liam smirked at me. I think he thought it was an enticing proposition. It made my skin crawl. “Maybe not.” I replied. I took a step to the side to try and put some space between us. “Saving yourself for the big night, eh?” Liam nodded, “I never took you to be a traditionalist.” The thought of giving myself up to Liam was enough to make me queasy. It wasn’t that he was bad looking or even particularly misogynist compared to most other men, I just didn’t want to be with any man. Well, there was maybe one guy I could think of who caused my iron-like resolution to slip… “Well, maybe it’s for the best.” Liam said, “I have baseball practice. Don’t worry, baby, I’m sure we can find the time at some point.” I ignored Liam and quickened my pace as much as I could with the thick padding between my legs. Thankfully, he had to turn down a different corridor and I ignored his shouts of farewell. I needed to get to the bus; I wanted to get home for many reasons but among them was just how wet I was. If I was honest, I should’ve requested a trip to the nurse a while ago but I thought I could make it, something I was becoming less sure of by the minute. I pushed through the front doors of the building and saw the school busses nearby. “Hey.” I stopped. At the top of the steps leading to the road I nearly tripped over my own feet and went stumbling down to the bottom, I actually felt a flicker of pride that I hadn’t fallen over. When I had my bearings again, I turned to see Jacob leaning against the wall. I ran through a gamut of emotions and was completely unsure of how to react to the handsome man who had stolen my attention. His easy smile and friendly eyes were a lot more welcome when turned upon me than Liam’s. “Hello.” I replied. I tried to act like I didn’t care that we were talking. I don’t know if it worked. “How are you?” Jacob asked. He smiled and I felt tingles running down my body. Why was such a simple question enough to make my heart melt? I desperately didn’t want to be falling for some guy, I didn’t want to be like the other girls who threw themselves at a man and became their indentured servants. My father had always said girls couldn’t help it, that it was their nature. They were born with genes that made them seek out a man who could look after them. I had always scoffed and been horrified at the very idea, now I was worried that dad had been telling the truth all along. “I’m fine.” I shrugged. I should’ve been running for the bus, but I wasn’t. I was standing in front of Jacob when I could’ve just left. The bus was right behind me, but I was standing there and choosing to talk to a guy instead of getting home. “Have you seen your boyfriend?” Jacob asked as he checked his watch. “Boyfriend?” I repeated with a tone of disgust. “Liam.” Jacob smiled again and I felt myself becoming enthralled. I looked away. I told myself to keep it together. This was just some weird hormone thing. I was determined to not be with any guy regardless of how handsome they were, or how much their smile made me melt, or how they seemed to haunt my dreams and thoughts… “Emma?” Jacob said after a little bit. I realised that I had been staring at the ground for a little too long. “He’s got baseball practice.” I quickly said. “Oh, that was today, was it?” Jacob replied with a little snort of a laugh, “Oh well.” I turned to head to the bus; the engines had been switched on and they would be leaving soon. I had barely made it two steps when I heard Jacob’s voice again. “Do you want a lift home?” Jacob asked. My heart rate picked up and I felt a strange warming all through my nerves. I hadn’t even known Jacob had a driving license let alone a car. I shouldn’t have been surprised; driving was a rite of passage for most guys as they became men. “I, erm…” I was surprised at myself for not turning Jacob down immediately, “I shouldn’t.” “Why not?” Jacob asked. He had pushed himself off the wall and was now walking up alongside me. “Well, the bus is right there and…” I started. “You’d rather take the bus then catch a lift?” Jacob said. I felt like an animal that had been cornered. It wasn’t that I thought Jacob was dangerous, at least physically, he did seem to be attacking everything I thought I knew about myself and my desire for independence. I shrugged my shoulders and hurried along towards the bus. Jacob kept up with me. “Are you sure?” Jacob asked. I stopped in my tracks. We were right next to the busses now. I knew it would be leaving in a few minutes so the rush to get on wasn’t too great. That said, I knew Zoe was on board, if she saw me talking to her date and then going off with him, she would be less than happy. “I’m sure.” I replied. “Well, I was just thinking we cou-…” Jacob started. I had turned to get on the bus but now I spun back around to face him. I was getting annoyed, not at his persistence but the fact that my resolve wasn’t the strongest already and I was worried that if he kept talking to me, I would allow my brain to be overruled by whatever part of me found this man dangerously attractive. The look on my face stopped him mid-sentence. “What?” Jacob asked. “If you are so interested in talking to me, why did you ask Zoe to the Prom?” I asked in annoyance. “Because you turned me down.” Jacob said with a small smile and a shrug, “Twice, if I remember correctly.” Jacob was right, of course. He had asked me to the Prom, and I had declined because I didn’t want anything to do with any guy. It was only after I found out he had asked Zoe that I had second thoughts. I pursed my lips. Maybe it was for the best. I didn’t want any guy to tie me down and even if Jacob was more handsome than most, he would surely have still done that. I’d be left at home cooking and cleaning for him, it sounded like hell. Of course, I was used to being asked on dates and I certainly hadn’t expected to feel jealous of Zoe when she announced she was going with Jacob. The whole thing was my stupid fault. For a few long seconds I stood in front of Jacob, neither of us saying anything. I thought I saw some regret on his face. I wondered why. Perhaps he was wishing he had been more persistent with me. I didn’t think it was unfair to say he didn’t feel any particular connection to Zoe after all. I looked down at the ground and then heard the bus’s engine rumble to life. “You’d better get on.” Jacob said as he nodded to the bus, “If you missed the bus how would you ever get home?” I looked up and saw that Jacob had a knowing smile. Was I reading too much into what he said or was he basically daring me to miss the bus and therefore have to accept his offer of a lift. It was a tempting proposition. I would’ve found it a lot harder to rationalise declining him if I had no alternative. I turned to the bus and saw, through a window, Zoe staring out at us. I felt a small jolt. “Goodbye.” I said quickly and stepped on to the bus. As I walked down the aisle the doors closed and a second later the bus started rolling away from the curb. I looked out the window at Jacob as we rolled past. With a deep sigh I reached Zoe’s seat and dropped into it. “What were you two talking about?” Zoe asked immediately. “Nothing.” I replied as I leaned back in my seat and felt my diaper press against my inner thighs. “It didn’t look like nothing.” Zoe said. “He was just offering me a lift home.” I said. I was facing the ceiling with my eyes closed. I let my head roll to the side and my eyes opened. Zoe lips seemed pressed together and she looked tense. For a minute nothing was said, that was fine with me, I just wanted to get home as soon as possible. “He didn’t offer me a lift home…” Zoe muttered after a little while as she turned to look out the window. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. Thank you, and all support is very gratefully received: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mobgtuaba5be79/chapter/mrxbdafq92223a13 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2607125 -
By ValentinesStuff · Posted
https://www.oregonlive.com/commuting/2026/07/tow-truck-driver-takes-pee-break-on-i-5s-shoulder-causes-crash-32-million-lawsuit-says.html Allegedly a tow truck driver caused an accident whilst peeing alongside the road. -
By ValentinesStuff · Posted
I get them on Facebook and occasionally on YouTube, they are all over on websites. -
Bei uns heißen Plastikhosen immer Gummihosen auch wenn sie nicht aus Gummi sind. Weil ich ab und zu einnässte bekam ich jeden Abend eine Windel um und eine Gummihose an. Meine Stiefmutter bestand darauf das ich am Tage als Schlüpfer eine Gummihose ohne Windel trage. Ich trage immer noch Gummihosen und am liebsten ohne Windel. -
By Alyeskabird · Posted
Diapers all the way. Pullups never seem to fit me well, and they are too low capacity, would have to change every time I wet, never mind having to strip down to put on a new one. Diapers are just easyer when clothing is a factor.
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