I know Pride was a month or two ago, but I still feel like showing off how proud I am to wear diapers and that I support the meaning of pride! Clearly it was a good thing that my partner put in my diapers last night, I am not sure how close I am to leaking from this. This was drawn by me and I fully intend to credit the artist who did in the coming days.

(little story bit)
When I woke up, I shifted feeling the saturated weight of my waist garment that was a second belly on my body. With a yawn I saw he was already up, myself having been so entranced in sleep that I hadn't noticed him get up at all, but now hearing him in the kitchen. Moving slowly, I roused from the bed, grinning when looking down past my white t-top to see the swollen poof urging outward the rainbow pride underwear I had over it. It had all the colors of the ROYGBIV spectrum starting from the left if you were standing in front of me. I made my way to the kitchen, seeing him standing the basking morning light that make his fur sheen with gold. Another sunburst of pride came to me when he turned holding two mugs, walking closer and extending a mug to me which I took gladly.
He grinned and gave me a sly gaze, "good morning big boy, looks like your night was, wet."
I leaned against the doorframe scratching my bare belly and midsection, "you knew what you were getting into when you started dating this panda, at least I am a bedwetter by choice," I playfully snarled back.
"Your point?" they retorted back, but their whole body told me they were simply playing along with my act.
I moved closer, almost touching him and my wide crotch nearly touching his boxer briefs, "that I can always stop." My face was playful, but there was a bubble of seriousness there as my hazel eyes gleamed into his.
His arm came around to wrap me close so we connected. Leaning in close so our foreheads were nearly touching, I felt his warm cinnamon breath on my face and neck that washed over me smoothly. "Never gonna happen, my bedwetter." He emphasized and growled the last two words that tingled my fur all over.
Hearing him say that was morning magic, a surreal miracle as only one other person made me feel that way, that unique way. That everything was right with the world, every force in my life balanced.
I inclined my head to his neck and winked an eye at him seeing his cheek fur fluff, "well your bedwetter might be a pants wetter in a moment, but let's enjoy our morning, then take care of everything." Taking their paw in mine, I leaned against them and went to go sit down and watch some morning cartoons, my eyes glancing to a picture showing three figures, the perfect trio in my eyes that would always be that way, a perfect balance in an unrepeatable happening.