Keston and his reprieve p3
Part three, im hoping people are enjoying the story, its got alot more to go if people do like it, though if people really arnt enjoying it i'll probly move onto something else, but i'd hoped to get a good responce because i hate leaving things half finished, but if its a waste of time..then, i dont know..
"Keston, what did you do?.." Keston blinked and blushed, "Uh.. Nothing?", "Then why the guilty look?" Keston shrugged half-heartedly trying to look non chalant, though the beads of sweat running down his forehead probably would give him away, "Come help us with unloading the shopping then if your not busy" his mother responded, seemingly ignoring his guilty demeanour and returning downstairs, Keston knowing his mother would -know- he was up to something if he didn't follow, proceeded to head downstairs, trying to walk softly as the diaper rustled and crinkled with every step, not to mention every time his legs pressed together reminding him of his little accident earlier.
"its times like this I wished I had gone to the bathroom before getting changed." Keston muttered to himself, reaching the bottom of the stairs he collected the bags of shopping his father had left in the hallway and carried them into the kitchen, "Why are you wearing those childish clothes again?" his mother asked, "I wanted something comfy to wear" Keston near-instinctively answered, his mother seemingly bought the response and returned to packing away the shopping, Keston sighed in relief, hoping to escape back to his room when a hand on his shoulder caused him to yelp violently in surprise, grabbing the attention of both his mother and father, his father let go of Keston as he blinked in remorse.
"Sorry son! I didn't mean to scare you, are you alright?" his father asked, "I-uh, I'm fine yeah-.. Just.. Caught me off guard dad." his father nodded as he went to the front room, beckoning Keston to follow, "What now.." Keston muttered to himself as he followed his father, sitting down beside him on the couch, his father flicking the channels on the television until he stopped on a football game, "Oh dad.. Not again! Please.." his father shook his head "We spend 1 hour a week watching the game together, you agreed remember?" Keston whimpered the feeling of the wet padding hugging his crotch getting worse as it became cold "But daaaaad" Keston pleaded, "Oh be quiet, it makes your mother happy to have us doing something together" his father responded to the whining kitsune, Keston nodded weakly, his father was right, but wearing a diaper while having father and son time was not something Keston had expected.
An hour slowly dragged past, the game was coming to an end.. Keston was so distracted by watching the clock, he honestly had no idea who was winning, let alone who even was playing, his father became disgruntled at this, realising his son wasn't paying any attention "Keston, just go if your so bored!" his father barked, Keston snapped out of his clock-stupor, "No dad I just-", "JUST LEAVE.." his father shouted as he cut Keston off, his ear's lowered and heart sank as Keston climbed to his feet, ignoring the soaked diaper he wore, more preoccupied with whimpering, he did love his dad, but he knew he was a disappointment to his father, he usually did try to spend time with him, but it never made a difference.. Keston blinked as he realise he was back in his room, he'd gotten lost in his head again, he signed softly as a comforting voice echoed across the room "I heard him shouting again, what happened?" Morten inquired.
Keston ignored Morten, simply wandering over to the plush and hugging him softly, tear's still painting fresh streaks down his cheeks, even if Morten was just a toy, it helped to hug him, "The usual.." Keston replied to him, Morten nodded softly before returning the hug and wiping away a tear from Keston's cheek, he placed Morten gently down on the bed and threw aside the dressing gown before climbing under the covers and whimpering softly, the diaper, nor the childish clothing of any concern to him as he fell into a depressed slumber, he hoped the next day would be better, but things have a way of going from bad to worse..