Keston and his reprieve p6
Part 6, enjoy folks.
"Wakey wakey Keston" a sickly swear voice called out softly to him, Keston's eyes opened slowly as he peered up at that same dark grinning face, Emma once again stood over the kistune as she pulled the pacifier from his muzzle, "What time do your parents get home?" she asked, Keston mumbled out a response "five thirty.." Emma looked to the clock, smiling as it read 2:25PM, "Good, lots of time to have fun!" this coaxed a groan from Keston as she pulled him to his feet, the first thing he noticed however was the burning sensation of his rash and wet diaper was gone," Hey-, what happened to my rash?" he said aloud, "I changed you and put some cream on you for your rash" Keston smiled and blushed before uttering a thank you, "Don't mention it, anything for my baby-boyfriend" Emma said again in a sickly sweet tone, the statement instantly removing the smile from Keston's muzzle as she pulled him downstairs, in nothing but a diaper.
Keston whined loudly, his cheeks burned red as the pair entered his living room, the curtains luckily closed as to prevent anyone to see in at the Kistune's misfortune, Emma giggled and set him down on the floor, "Wait here little kit! Momma's gonna get you your ba-ba!" Keston's eyes widened "My -what-?!" though he knew she meant a bottle.. She rushed off into the kitchen, returning shortly after with a bottle of milk, quickly she jumped onto the couch and patted the seat beside her, indicating she wanted him to sit with her, "Emma, please!" Keston begged, "Don't do this! It isn't funny, I don't want you to baby me!" Emma just shook her head "Yes you -do-, stop being fussy.." Keston whined, convincing her to stop seemed impossible.. Though he felt like part of his wasn't really trying to resist.
Keston climbed onto the couch, laying down and resting his head on Emma's lap, she smirked as she pressed the bottle into his muzzle, he whined softly at first, but gave into his fate and began to gently suckle, the warm milk caused his tummy to tingle and coax a smile from him as he began to suckle heartily, this only encouraged Emma as she tickled under his chin, he felt a giggle rising in his throat but was too busy drinking the warm milk to notice.. Nor notice the odd warming sensation in his diaper, Emma smiled as he finished the bottle, she pulled him into a sitting position and kissed his lips softly, this snapping Keston out of his thoughts and brought him down to earth, "I'll go put the bottle away baby, sit here and behave ok?" Emma jumped to her feet and rushed out of the living room, her black and grey tail batted Keston's nose as she left, though Keston had turned his attention to his diaper.
Keston looked in shock, the front of his diaper was darker and warm, very warm.. He had -wet- himself and hardly noticed! His heart began to speed up again, he realised he was starting to panic and did the only thing he could think to calm down, he slipped his thumb into his muzzle and suckled vigorously, he whimpered softly, suckling his thumb as Emma returned, looking at him with a genuine look of worry, "Keston whats wrong?.. Oh, someone's wet wet!" she smiles as she takes his paw, "Come on, lets get my little kit all clean and dry!" Keston ignored her and obediently followed, for now his concern on the wet diaper.. And his rapidly worsening childish behaviour.