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Daily Free-write December 30, 2022: Bunny Pads Pt. 2
🕑 Added 2022-12-31 09:27:42 +0000 UTCShit. I'd better not risk it. Maybe he'll be distracted by the game set up and I can sneak over to my drawer and pull out a diaper. I'll, uh, hide it under my coat or... no, I'll hide it in my pajamas.
"Hey!" I freeze when he looks my way. I'm halfway out of my seat and don't dare move a muscle until he says, "What are you getting up for?"
"I, uh... w-well, if we're gonna be up for a late night sesh, I might as well get my peejays on."
"C'mon, man, we're starting now!"
"Hold your horses," I say, gaining more confidence as I open my drawer and rummage around. I've got my pajamas and diapers next to each other in the top drawer and from his vantage he can't see it. There's my prize. A thick white square with a couple of yellow lines running down the middle. All I have to do is hide the diaper in the pajamas... "I'll be just a sec..."
*CRINKLE*
I freeze. The moment my paw touches the diaper it makes the loudest crinkle I ever heard. I see the trevor's ear twitch.
"J-just get us set up okay? It'll just be a sec. I'm just gonna grab my pajamas..." *COUGH COUGH* I cough loudly to cover up the crinkle as I quickly tuck the diaper into the pajamas, then fold them around it in the most inconspicuous way possible. Whew. That's done. Now I just have to get to the bathroom. "Be right back..."
"Where do you think you're going, bud?" asks Trevor.
"J-just gonna go put my pajamas on."
"Why don't you just put them on here?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
"What?"
"All you have to do is put them on, right?" I'm at a loss for words, but I try anyway. I feel like my mouth is flapping but the thoughts aren't coming.
"I, uh, I, uh, I uh... I... w-well I gotta go to the bathroom so I figured, might as well go before we get started..."
"You bunnies and your weak bladders. You really should think about wearing some diapers," he says, with a smirk. My heart skips a beat. He knows. Does he know? Does he know? He totally knows. I'm practically paralyzed by this thought running through my head rapidfire.
"Y-yeah, I'll think about it," I squeak, and I hurry out of the room to the bathroom. I lean against the door and let out a breath. The funny thing is, now that I mentioned it, I really do feel like I have to go. I sit on the toilet and barely a trickle comes out. Was that really all? I really felt like I had to go. I shake my head and lean against the wall as I do a standing change. I might as well use the male shield as a stuffer now. No point in wasting it. I rip open the backing and stick it into the front of the diaper before taping it on with the practiced hand of someone who does this a lot.
The pajamas come up right over the diaper, and although there's a slight bulge, I fancy it's not too noticeable. The bigger problem is the noise. Something about sweat pants and pajama pants makes them acoustically conductive. Not only do they fail to muffle the crinkle of a diaper, they seem to amplify it to a near deafening roar. At least in my mind they do. I cringe internally with each step back toward my bedroom and hope that the noise of the game is enough to cover up the sound. But when I open the door, I notice the game is paused. Damn.
"Well, you might as well start it up," I say, loudly. If I keep talking, that will cover up the noise. "I sure am excited to get started playing this game, aren't you? Yessirree bob. This is gonna be one fine night of gaming. Here I go walking to my chair. Almost there. Are you having fun? I'm having fun. Okay, I'm sitting down now, ahhh, that's a nice sit." All the while, I'm compulsively reaching down to pull up the back of my pajama pants, praying that they don't slip down to reveal the waistband of my diaper.
Trevor looks at me with a quizzical look, tilting his head and raising an eyebrow.
"All set, mate?"
"Y-yeah," I nod, grabbing the mega gulp and bringing it up to cover my blushing nose.
"Good. I want my roomie to be nice and comfy for the night. Now that you're all protected, you won't have to take any potty breaks, will ya?"
I practically choke on my soda, but manage to squeak out a meager no as I slowly shake my head.
"Good boy." My ears go straight back and I'm practically thumping my foot on the ground. This is so embarrassing. Either he's completely clueless or he knows exactly what he's doing. Until he proves it's the latter beyond a doubt, I will continue telling myself that he doesn't have a clue. At least that way I can maintain a modicum of dignity.
Trevor doesn't push things any further, and pretty soon we're engrossed in the point and click adventure/beat 'em up. I don't pay much attention to my big gulp as we play, and before I know it, I've drunk half the colossal cup. That's when I feel the twinge.
"Unh!" I make a funny face as I feel the pee force itself out into my diaper, a mix of relief and pleasure, as well as the sudden pain and urgency of realizing just how bad I had to go, and the sting of trying to hold it in even as I lose control completely. I feel the warmth rushing into the front of my diaper and quickly getting absorbed. The diaper swells up to cradle my genitals as it drinks up all my piss as fast as I can release it. I almost forget myself in the pleasure as I feel the padding on my crotch bulk up. I'm already shifting to accommoddate the flood and allow it to reach the back of my diaper as well. But then I remember who's sitting right next to me and cover my mouth, lest my moans draw too much attention to what's happening. It's too late though. I look over slowly to see Trevor staring.
"Having more 'bunny problems, are we, mate?"
That roo is too damn perceptive. Embarrassed, I just nod my head slowly.
"Then it's a good thing you're wearing full protection, innit? You won't be needing a change any time soon, I imagine."
"I- I- I, uh..." Despite how much I have drunk, my mouth is suddenly quite dry. "Puh- puh- puh- protection?"
He snorts and rolls his eyes. "C'mon, mate. I know you wear diapers. It's pretty obvious."
I can feel my face heating up as I realize that he does indeed know my crinkly secret.
"I-i-it's not by choice! I just can't.... Control myself sometimes..." I say, my voice trailing off to a mutter as I want to sink down in the floor and disappear.
"It's fine, mate. No worries. I'm cool with it whether or not you need 'em."
"R-really?" I ask, my heart still beating hard in my chest. "Sh-shit... but how did you know?"
"Come one, mate. It's hard to miss. Even if it wasn't completely obvious under your clothes, I can hear you crinkling from across the whole building, mate!"
"Sh-shut up! No, you can't," I say, leaning over to punch him in the arm.
"Ow," he said, rubbing his shoulder. "Careful, there. If you started working out I might have actually felt that!"
"Oh yeah?" I say, jumping up and bringing up my fists with a mock angry expression. "Better watch it, roo, or I might just have to box you."
"As if!" he said. "Never box a roo, mate," he says, jumping up and mock punching me all over.
I laugh and curl into a ball as he completely overwhelms me with a barrage of feather-soft punches. I worry that my pajamas are gonna slip down in back and show off my waistband, but I can't stop laughing. The uncontrolled laughter causes me to lose controll yet again and flood my diaper, though it's a smaller amount this time.
"Whoa, mate! Careful, there!" he says as he catches me under the arms when I go weak-kneed. I let out another pleasurable groan as I feel pee spurt into the front of my already soggy padding. "Sorry. I shouldn't have made you laugh so hard!"
"'Sokay," I mutter, embarrassed again as he sits me down on my bed. "Th-thanks for catching me."
"No worries, mate," he says with a wink. "Everybody has accidents. I have just one rule for ya now that it's all out in the open."
And with that, he whips off my pajama pants. At my most unguarded, I don't even react. Not until I see him holding up the pajamas triumphantly above his head. I look down in horror and cover up my diaper which is now showing bright blue on the indicator slips, with only the top of the diaper showing any yellow lines. Those damned indicator strips are like a giant advertisement that the bun has wet himself. I hate it.
"G-give those back!" I yell, reaching feebly upward but knowing that I could never win a game of keep-away with a roo.
"Ah, ah, ah!" he says. "You always go around in your underwear here, so why stop now, huh?"
"B-b-because it's embarrassing?"
"What? That you need to wear diapers? Bud, it ain't no secret you wear them. I'm not ashamed of it, and neither should you be!"
"But I don't want you to know!"
"Too late for that, mate. Wayyy too late. But now that you know I know, there's nothing left to hide. I won't have my best bud creeping around like he's got something to be ashamed of when there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Get me?"
"Y-yeah," I say, finally, hanging my head in resignation.
"Good. I'm glad we understand each other. Now let's get back to gaming.
I nod. It feels weird sitting there in just a diaper as we play the game like nothing's out of the ordinary. I feel exposed, but also completely liberated. Just as I'm beginning to get comfortable with it and more focused on the game, Trevor says something that gets my heart racing all over again.
"It's pretty cute, you know. Seeing you in just your diapers."
"W-what?"
"Just thought I'd let you know. And it's cute when you have your little accidents. Seems like you really enjoy them. There! Just like that!"
I moan as I start to soak the front of my diaper. I don't dare tell him it isn't pee this time.
Comments
Maybe his roo’mate can help him!
Pierry Louys
Awww this story is so cute ! Now that all in the open hope that the little bunny can be himself and more relaxed rsrs
