Keston and his reprieve
Just a start out basic story, setting up my new character hoping to write more soon however, we'll see how this goes, my old typing arm is a bit rusty and been doubting if i should get back to writing, we'll see i guess on the response to the story.
Keston sighed as he entered his room, another long day of pointless school work had drained his energy before the afternoon was even upon him, as per his usual routine, he locked his bedroom door, closed the blinds and made double sure no one was home.. Once the preparations were complete he proceeded to open the lockbox under his bed, lifting the trunk-sized container onto his bed.
Twisting off the lock, unbuckling the latches, the soft sweet smell of baby powder wafted into his nostrils, coaxing a large grin onto the young kitsune's muzzle, he lifted a package of diapers out of the trunk, removing one from the package and placing it on the bed, before returning the package into the trunk, he unbuttoned his jacket and jeans, his underwear as well placing them neatly into a pile before he made his way into the small bathroom joined onto his room.
Setting down a towel on the floor, he laid down on it before powdering himself with baby power and slipping the diaper up and doing up the tabs, he blushed and giggled softly as the comforting softness wrapped around his waist, the soft smell of powder wafting into nose, coaxing a contented sigh from him, the kitsune placed the towel away and made his way back into his room, he tidied the trunk back away under his bed and proceeded to open his closet and pick out some clothes.
Keston settled on a childish, orange and red onesie, he had kept it because well, it still fit (was his argument to his mother) but also because of the childish demeanour it gave him when he wore it,
He quickly dressed himself in it, popping his tail gently through the back and securing it on, the onesie, doing next to nothing to hide the diaper under them, which made them all the more fun to wear, quickly he ran over to his bed and pulled out from under the covers his plush mouse "Morten!" Keston said enthusiastically.
Morten had been his cuddly companion since he was 6, his mother had insisted he should throw it away, but he held too much sentimental value to keston to simply abandon his toy.. His friend.. Keston signed softly as he cuddled him, pushing the sad thoughts away his smiled and ran over to the toys he stored in a large pile at the end of his room, another thing his mother often scolded him for.. True, most 15 year olds don't have childish toys, but also true most didn't wear diapers either.. But that was a fact he didn't point out to his mother.
Keston played for a good half an hour before a clicking of keys and opening of doors caused his heart to skip a beat.. And his bladder to cut loose into the soft padding wrapped around his waist, "We're home!" a motherly voice called out from downstairs, "Oh no, no no no!" Keston said to himself.. His parents were home -early-