ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
The Diaper Girls pt.1
Emma had been in a relationship with Skye for three years now. A lesbian one, maybe - perhaps not accepted by her parents - but nevertheless stronger than the majority. They had grown around each other - learnt - listened - and had beautiful moments that would last a lifetime. But one thing Emma would have never thought was about to happen, something that would change the whole relationship for as long as she lived...
It all began one harsh winter morning; forceful, cackling winds blew up against their windows, and a frosty ice had engulfed the pavements outside. Emma scrabbled for the beeping alarm - ringing at 2am - that was the kind of job she had been forced to take. "A retched delivery job - I'm not this person - my acting career should have shot up by now!" she had said only months ago. But no, Emma was having to set off in the middle of the night, delivering bloody parcels until 5pm, whilst her girlfriend sat at home, lazing around. Emma didn't blame Skye though, she had tried to get a job for the past six months, just hadn't succeeded. As she got quickly dressed into uniform, Skye forced herself awake.
'Love you - good luck.'
Emma paused from adjusting her tie, not being able to help but feel a pang of jealousy.
'Love you too,' she said half-heartedly. And by 2:15 she was off, destined to spend the rest of the day slaving over a mound of parcels in the back of her van. Even after she did her average-paying job, the debt was still coming in like oxygen. What was she going to do? Emma couldn't help but let a sigh as she pulled into the driveway of one "Mrs. Jerome". Admiring the quaint house, pulling a small, tightly wrapped sphere from the back of her van, she approached the front door. Upon getting closer, the house became gloomier and darker, as if some sort of dark presence loomed over her.
The residents were never awake at the time she was there, so Emma set the parcel down on the front mat. As she turned to leave, the door clicked open, and a warm light spread over her.
'Don't you want to come in dear?' said Mrs. Jerome, an elderly woman. 'Only for a few minutes.'
'Oh,' said Emma, backing away from the house, 'I've got a tight shift - so I'd better be -'
'Nonsense. We both know you hate that job of yours. Come in, I must show you something.'
Reluctantly, Emma followed Mrs. Jerome inside, into a cosy, yet daunting home. They assumed two armchairs, and that was when it began. Mrs. Jerome promptly unwrapped her parcel, revealing a large, emerald gem. She leaned into Emma.
'Do you want to know what it does?' she said, stroking it quietly.
'O - OK.'
'It grants one person one wish. Now what would that be dear?'
Emma glared at the gem for a few seconds. Could it really do that? She doubted it, and this was probably some woman who had been scammed whilst browsing the internet, but it was worth a shot. All her problems zoomed into her head - debt - working a horrible job - having to provide for her and her girlfriend. She knew exactly what she wanted.
'Fine,' she said, 'I wish I had no responsibilities.'
'Your wish is granted,' said Mrs. Jerome, smiling. Nothing happened, and the only difference Emma could decipher was that her panties seemed to get thicker - and comfier.
Emma had been in a relationship with Skye for three years now. A lesbian one, maybe - perhaps not accepted by her parents - but nevertheless stronger than the majority. They had grown around each other - learnt - listened - and had beautiful moments that would last a lifetime. But one thing Emma would have never thought was about to happen, something that would change the whole relationship for as long as she lived...
It all began one harsh winter morning; forceful, cackling winds blew up against their windows, and a frosty ice had engulfed the pavements outside. Emma scrabbled for the beeping alarm - ringing at 2am - that was the kind of job she had been forced to take. "A retched delivery job - I'm not this person - my acting career should have shot up by now!" she had said only months ago. But no, Emma was having to set off in the middle of the night, delivering bloody parcels until 5pm, whilst her girlfriend sat at home, lazing around. Emma didn't blame Skye though, she had tried to get a job for the past six months, just hadn't succeeded. As she got quickly dressed into uniform, Skye forced herself awake.
'Love you - good luck.'
Emma paused from adjusting her tie, not being able to help but feel a pang of jealousy.
'Love you too,' she said half-heartedly. And by 2:15 she was off, destined to spend the rest of the day slaving over a mound of parcels in the back of her van. Even after she did her average-paying job, the debt was still coming in like oxygen. What was she going to do? Emma couldn't help but let a sigh as she pulled into the driveway of one "Mrs. Jerome". Admiring the quaint house, pulling a small, tightly wrapped sphere from the back of her van, she approached the front door. Upon getting closer, the house became gloomier and darker, as if some sort of dark presence loomed over her.
The residents were never awake at the time she was there, so Emma set the parcel down on the front mat. As she turned to leave, the door clicked open, and a warm light spread over her.
'Don't you want to come in dear?' said Mrs. Jerome, an elderly woman. 'Only for a few minutes.'
'Oh,' said Emma, backing away from the house, 'I've got a tight shift - so I'd better be -'
'Nonsense. We both know you hate that job of yours. Come in, I must show you something.'
Reluctantly, Emma followed Mrs. Jerome inside, into a cosy, yet daunting home. They assumed two armchairs, and that was when it began. Mrs. Jerome promptly unwrapped her parcel, revealing a large, emerald gem. She leaned into Emma.
'Do you want to know what it does?' she said, stroking it quietly.
'O - OK.'
'It grants one person one wish. Now what would that be dear?'
Emma glared at the gem for a few seconds. Could it really do that? She doubted it, and this was probably some woman who had been scammed whilst browsing the internet, but it was worth a shot. All her problems zoomed into her head - debt - working a horrible job - having to provide for her and her girlfriend. She knew exactly what she wanted.
'Fine,' she said, 'I wish I had no responsibilities.'
'Your wish is granted,' said Mrs. Jerome, smiling. Nothing happened, and the only difference Emma could decipher was that her panties seemed to get thicker - and comfier.
Literature
Employee Training
"Sir, Ms. Mariah is here to see you." The secretary chirps through the open door. "Good. Send her in." Gwendolyn barks at her assistant as she disappears through the door. Gwendolyn was the CEO of Starr Corp. One of the biggest corporations in the world. And she knew it too. She carried herself with pride and power. The woman was tall, with long black hair pulled back into a bun, she wore perfect make up and always wore sharp suits to work. Even at 35 she still looked incredible. Gwendolyn was a sharp contrast to the girl that entered her office next. She was small, with a slender build. She wore a standard office worker outfit. A tan shirt with a gray skirt. She wore a badge that displayed her position as “paper girl”. The lowest rank one could properly achieve outside of training. “Get in here, girl.” Gwendolyn barks at Mariah, who meekly enters the room and sits across from the imposing woman. “Now, what’s this I hear about you wanting to level a complaint?” She leans
Literature
Put back in diapers
I hated to be called a ‘baby’, especially by my family, since they treated me like one. Anyhow, one day at school, the school bully called me by that horrible name. That’s when something inside me just snapped and then, I jumped on top of him, slamming him in the face, multiple times. Everyone backed off in fear, because they never expected this from me. My father, who was the headmaster, ran over and tore both of us apart. Then, without the intention, I accidentally punched him in his belly, making him fall down. Shocked at this, I quickly brought my father and the bully to the school nurse. Truthfully, I told her what happ
Literature
Baby Training P.1 (The Beginning)
In this small town in which almost no one visited there was a strange option available to those who turn 16, it is called Baby Training. To those who are not 16 or family of someone who had chosen it they do not speak of the details. All they say is that you never have to worry about thing ever again.
Emma and her best friend Jenny were walking back from school talking about Emma's birthday in one week and whether she would take Baby Training.
"So do you think I should do it?" Emma asked Jenny. "Yeah you should! I love it!" Jenny exclaimed, Jenny had been doing Baby Training for nearly a week and while she couldn't tell her friend the detai
Suggested Collections
A new story dawns - and it's about two girls and a wishing gem - enjoy!
© 2014 - 2024 Zaeopolis
Comments16
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Was there ever a part two to this?