Keston and his reprieve p7
Part 7, forgive it being late, been feeling rather down lately so had little motivation to write.
Kesten's whimpered softly as he sucked his thumb, following Emma to his bedroom and laying down on the bathroom floor as Emma proceeded to change his diaper again, Keston felt sick to his stomach as he realised he was playing Emma's game... and losing how could things get worse?! Would she just end up telling his parents? Would she tell others? What if- "Keston!" Emma shouted as he was jarred from his head, "Your dry.. Common, your parents will be home soon and I have to go" Go? Keston thought? She was leaving?! Was this nightmare finally over? "I'll be back tomorrow, don't you -dare- think we're finished" Emma grinned, as if she had read his mind, "I'll be back to pick you up for our day out, its Saturday so we'll be spending the whole day together" Emma said in a sing song voice.
Keston sat on the edge of his bed, ignoring the crinkly diaper around his waist, he simply looked on in horror out the window, Emma was going to take him out? Her comment about them not being finished? And the whole going out together thing? Keston was sick to his stomach, he climbed shakily into the bathroom and splashed water on his face, he felt dizzy, weak in the knee's, this stress was too much, he had to end this... how? "Keston! We're home!" a voice called from downstairs, Keston rushed to his bathroom, tearing the childish garment from his waist and jamming in the bin, he sighed and got changed quickly into a shirt and trousers before walking down stairs and greeting his parents.
The rest of the evening passed as normal, Keston staying upstairs for the most of it explaining the situation to Morten, "So, your doomed" Morten uttered "Iv never know you to be so quick to give up on finding a solution!" Keston whimpered, "Well, you gave her your word, she has massive leverage over you, Keston your not in a position of power, your at her beck and call.. Im sorry but that's the reality, maybe if you play her game she'll let you stop after she has her fun?" Keston sighed "Yeah.. Maybe." Morten hugged Keston before he returned to the pile of toys he occupied, Keston went downstairs to have a snack, his parents were in the next room watching TV as usual, so Keston grabbed a carton of fruit juice and made his way over to the cupboard to find something to eat.
However, as Keston searched the cupboard he found himself feeling odd, a weakness in his legs as warmth ran down his legs.. Looking down he almost screamed, but managed to hold his muzzle shut.. Dropping his drink in the process, he was wetting his pants! The dark stain ran down his crotch and to his feet, he whimpered as the flow finally stopped only to almost wet himself out of panic when he heard "Keston? What on earth.." His father looked at him with a bewildered look of anger "Keston!... I keep telling you, stop spilling your drinks, put it down while you do something! don't hold it in your hand!" Keston sighed quietly in relief his dad hadn't realised he'd wet his pants "S-sorry dad! I'll c-clean up" his dad shook his head and returned to the living room, Keston quickly cleaned up the mess and went upstairs to change.. He weakly stood in the bathroom holding a diaper, realising if he didn't want more accidents he had to wear it.. For the first time he was wearing a diaper out of necessity rather than for fun and that realisation scared the little kitsune greatly.