Published: August 21st 2021, 7:24:42 pm
My bunny jammies crinkled as I walked over to the kitchen, reminding me what was under them. If you haven't guessed by now, it was a big thick diaper. I grinned as I crinkled into the kitchen, knowing how thick my butt must look with all that padding on top. It wasn't like it was the first time. I've been wearing for years. Almost since the first day I became an adult. I was never really an adult, of course. The thick bulge under my jammies proved that.
I was a jockey. A literal diaper jockey. I rode horses while wearing thick pamps - the only way to go. Diapers protected my crotch from injury, so that every bounce and bump went from painful to pleasurable. The diapers protected my pants from accidents too - whether they were from the excitement of the race, or from the intense bouncing and rubbing the front of my diapers got. My pamp would be wrecked by the end of a race, and I'd often have a goofy grin on my face having squirted into my pamps just as we crossed the finish line.
"Hey lil guy! What are you doin down here after bedtime?" Oh no. I was caught.
I may have forgotten to mention one important detail. The reason I was off the horse and in my diapers and jammies - Daddy.
"Are we gonna have to make another video where you apologize for bein a bad baby and staying up late?"
"No, Daddy," I said, putting my paws behind my back and feeling abashed. My transition from diaper jockey to diaper baby was very embarrassing, and very public thanks to Daddy. The fans seemed to eat it up, though. Nothing makes headlines like an oversized baby bouncing on his horse in his cute bunny outfit.
"Gosh, little guy, I don't know. I think you might need a reminder that you really are just my baby." Before I could protest, Daddy had shut me up with a pacifier and I was led back to my nursery, my cookie raid foiled again.