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    With Uncle Rodney

    Summary: Ten-year-old Andrew spends a whole week with his Uncle Rodney.
    Andrew has to bring along some diapers because he is a bedwetter. While
    Andrew and Rodney are at the movies, he ends up wetting himself, and
    Uncle Rodney diapers him.

    With Uncle Rodney Part 1

    It was Friday morning, and ten-year-old Andrew was getting ready to
    spend a whole entire week with his uncle Rodney, his dad’s older
    brother. They had a big day planned ahead, a day that included a movie
    followed by lunch at Chuck E. Cheese, then finally heading back to
    Uncle Rodney’s house for even more fun and games. Andrew was really
    close to Uncle Rodney, especially now since his parents were fighting
    constantly lately. Uncle Rodney had never married, and thus never had a
    kid of his own. Luckily, though, he had his nephew Andrew to almost
    completely fill that spot.

    Andrew packed up his bags the night before with the help of his mom,
    making sure he had all of the items he would need, including his
    shirts, socks, pants, toothbrush, and diapers. That was one odd thing
    about Andrew: he still needed diapers at night due to his frequent
    bedwetting episodes he dealt with almost nightly. Uncle Rodney was very
    understanding of this, and allowed himself to accommodate such needs.
    As Andrew was normally diapered by his fourteen-year-old sister Sarah,
    he was pretty much unable to diaper himself, so his uncle would have to
    deal with that as well, not that he minded doing this task for his
    nephew. To be safe, Andrew’s mom tossed a fresh package of diapers into
    his suitcase. She knew he most likely wouldn’t need them all, but she
    explained to him that she thought he’d feel more at ease knowing he had
    some extras in case he needed them for any reason.

    Uncle Rodney was expected to arrive at 10:00, so Andrew was up by 8:00.
    He was changed out of his wet diaper by his sister and went to take his
    morning shower and changed back into his white briefs, red t-shirt, and
    blue jean shorts before going to breakfast with his family. Well, the
    ones that were there anyways, which was Andrew and Sarah as both of
    their parents had to work early on Fridays. Sarah fixed them some
    blueberry pancakes, bacon, and eggs for breakfast, served with a nice
    glass of orange juice.

    “I bet you’re excited about going to Uncle Rodney’s house, huh Andrew?”
    Sarah asked her younger brother as she set the plates with food on the
    table.

    “Yeah, I am,” Andrew said while he cut a piece of pancake off with his
    fork and ate it, “but I’m still a bit nervous about having him deal
    with my, uhhh, you know, problem...”

    Sarah smiled; she could sense her brother’s nervousness about having
    Uncle Rodney change him into his night time diapers as he was used to
    having her, or occasionally his mom, do it instead. Andrew had never
    even been changed by a person of his own gender before because when he
    was a baby his father refused to change him due to the smells, “don’t
    worry little brother, Uncle Rodney knows about your bed wetting
    problem, and believe it or not, he does know how to change a diaper, so
    he knows what to expect. Also, don’t feel embarrassed about being naked
    in front of him, he was a boy once, and he’s the same as you down
    there, okay?” she said.

    “I know, Sarah, but I’m still worried,”

    “Believe me, you’ll be fine.”

    They both ate their breakfast without saying much else. Sarah took the
    dirty dishes into the kitchen and prepared the dish washer, also making
    sure to load the dishes from the previous night as well. Meanwhile,
    Andrew checked his bags to make sure he packed everything he wanted to
    take since he didn’t want to forget anything. He also grabbed his
    tooth/brush real quick and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth.
    While he was in there, he also combed his hair and used the toilet.
    Because he still had a bit of aim trouble, some of his piss stream
    didn’t quite make it into the toilet and instead hit the floor with a
    light tinkling sound. Andrew made sure to wipe this up with some toilet
    paper, or else face scolding from his parents when he got back. Sarah
    would definitely tell them about it once she saw it.

    The digital clock in Andrew’s room read 9:30, so he knew that Uncle
    Rodney would be there soon to pick him up. Andrew pondered what he
    should do for the next thirty minutes. There was nothing good on TV at
    this time, so that was out of the question. Andrew went into his room
    and took out one of his secret notebooks from its hiding place in his
    closet. Andrew would have been scared to death if anyone found it. It
    contained material he didn’t want anyone to see, and that material was
    a life story on his bedwetting history, and how he’s dealt with it,
    including stories about his sleepovers with his friends who were also
    bedwetters and the summer camp that he goes to every July designed for
    boys who bed wet to find others with the same problem, and hopefully
    make long-term friendships. He also had a few drawings he did of
    himself and other boys in diapers. Secretly, if Andrew had his way, he
    would wear his diapers full-time. But since he didn’t need to, he was
    afraid to ask his mother if it would be okay, fearing that she would
    think he was weird and take away his diapers completely. Andrew’s hand
    quickly found its way to the inside of his pants as he read his story,
    taking in every single pleasuring detail like his diapers took in his
    nighttime piss every single night. Although Andrew was ten and could
    not come yet, it still felt pleasuring to him when he touched his erect
    penis as it would for any boy, especially those his age and older. He
    knew all about the ‘birds and the bees’ stuff, so he knew what “coming”
    was although he was about two or three years away from being able to
    himself. Suddenly, there was a knock on his bedroom door. Andrew
    quickly returned to reality again and got up from his bed, hiding his
    notebook in his closet before opening the door to see Sarah standing
    there.

    “Andrew, Uncle Rodney is here for you, do you have everything ready?”
    she asked, seemingly unaware of what Andrew was doing prior to her
    knocking, though her voice did hint that she had an idea. She knew her
    brother partook in such activities as she had “accidentally” walked in
    on him before, and occasionally listened in on him when he was in his
    room.

    “Yeah, one second,” Andrew said as he went over to his bag and zipped
    it up before heading out.

    “You took more than one second, Andrew,” Sarah joked as she ruffled her
    brother’s hair, Andrew just ignored his sister as he went in the living
    room to great his uncle. They hugged each other and Uncle Rodney gave
    Andrew a slight tug on his underpants like he always did with his
    nephews.
    “Ready to roll Champ?” Uncle Rodney asked Andrew.

    “As ready as I’ll ever be,” Andrew commented with a shrug.

    “Aren’t you forgetting something, Andrew?” Sarah asked with a slightly
    stern tone to her voice.

    “Umm, I don’t think—” Andrew started, getting cut off by Sarah wrapping
    her arms around him in a tight sisterly hug, reminding him that that
    was what she was talking about. She also gave him a small kiss on the
    cheek, but he immediately wiped it off out of embarrassment.

    “*That* is what you were forgetting, little bro!” Sarah said with a
    laugh. Andrew sarcastically laughed back before heading outside with
    his uncle to his uncle’s car. They were both planning the day’s
    activities which included a movie, then going to Chuck E. Cheese, then
    going back to Uncle Rodney’s house for a while entire night of fun and
    games. Andrew was very excited! They arrived at the movies by 10:20,
    just enough time to meet the end of the previous film. They were going
    to see the movie Iron Man since it was what they agreed on in the car
    ride, and Andrew had wanted to see that for so long, but couldn’t
    because his parents were stingy with their money and rarely took him to
    do fun things like that. They both got their tickets for the movie, and
    Rodney even bought Andrew his own popcorn and drink although he was a
    little wary when Andrew asked for the large drink.

    “Are you sure, And’? The large one is really big you know...” He said,
    pointing to the 32 oz. cups for the large drinks.

    “Of course! I’m getting the large popcorn, so I’m going to need a large
    drink to go with it, you know!” Andrew said with a laugh.

    “Well... Okay then... I just don’t want you to have to miss the movie
    if you have to go to the restroom.” He said with an unsure look on his
    face as he handed the money to the man behind the counter and received
    the popcorn and drinks. He handed Andrew his and they walked to the
    theatre that was showing the movie.

    “There’s still a good ten minutes before the movie starts, Andrew, do
    you need to use the restroom first?” Uncle Rodney asked.

    “Nope! I’m good!” Andrew said. Really he just wanted to hurry into the
    theatre and get their seats before the good ones were taken. He did
    have to go a little tiny bit, but he was confident he could hold it
    until the end.

    “Alright then, if you’re sure...” Rodney said.

    They went into the theatre and got their seats. They came just in time
    to get the good seats in the back just before the movie started. First
    ads for movies like Wall-E, Journey to the Center of the Earth, and The
    Incredible Hulk. Uncle Rodney told Andrew to pick out which of those
    movies he would like to see next, and Andrew picked out Journey to the
    Center of the Earth, which Rodney agreed on. Soon enough, the movie
    started. Andrew was so engrossed with the movie that he didn’t notice
    he had consumed half his drink and had a raging urge to pee until he
    shifted his position and felt the pressure in his bladder. This was the
    disadvantage of movies, you never want to leave them to go to the
    bathroom, even in emergencies. However, Andrew was able to hold it for
    the rest of the movie, even though when they got out his bladder felt
    like it was about to burst.

    “Uncle Rodney, I have to use the bathroom!” He complained.

    “Well, at least you held it through the movie. Come on, they’re this
    way.” Rodney said as he took Andrew’s hand and led him to the men’s
    room. Unfortunately the restroom was packed with boys rushing to the
    toilet before and after all the movies, and fathers with toddler sons
    going to change their son’s diapers. “Oh my... Looks like we’ll have to
    wait.” Rodney said as he saw all of this.

    Andrew whimpered quietly. Wait!? His bladder couldn’t wait another
    minute! He was on the verge of peeing himself right that second, and if
    he waited any longer he would be in piss-sodden shorts. His mind was
    distracted by one thing, though. A 40-year-old looking man brought his
    son in and set him on one of the changing tables. The boy wasn’t one of
    the common three- and- four-year-old toddlers in diapers, though. He
    had to be at least seven, maybe eight, and the man, assumed to be his
    dad, pulled down the boy’s shorts, revealing a very soaked and shit-
    filled diaper. Andrew’s mind had wandered long enough that he forgot he
    needed to pee, and suddenly felt his warm pee stream going down his
    legs. He looked down and realized he was peeing himself, and the crotch
    of his shorts was soaked.

    “Oh no!” He cried, covering his face. This got Rodney’s attention, and
    he immediately knew what happened.

    “Oh dear... Don’t worry, Andrew. It’s alright.” He said, though Andrew
    was crying a little and wasn’t paying much attention to him.

    Rodney led Andrew out of the restroom and they left the theater. They
    went back to Rodney’s house so Andrew could change. Rodney stopped him
    before he put his clean underwear on, though.

    “Here...” He said as he took one of Andrew’s diapers out of the pack,
    “I think you’ll appreciate this.”

    “What? But I don’t need it! I’m not a baby... That was only a one-time
    thing! I normally only do that at night, I promise! Please don’t make
    me wear it!” Andrew complained.

    “You’re sure you won’t have another accident?” Rodney asked. Andrew
    nodded.

    Rodney thought it over, then finally came up with a solution, “Here.
    I’ll make you a deal. I’ll still diaper you now just in case. If you
    don’t use it while we’re at Chuck-E-Cheese’s, you won’t have to wear
    them again except at night. But if you do, you’re wearing them for the
    rest of your stay, day and night, for both pee and poop.”

    Andrew took in what Rodney was saying and thought about it. This would
    probably be his only chance to wear a diaper in the daytime, something
    he’s always wanted to do, and Uncle Rodney’s deal was pretty fair. At
    least he wouldn't tell his parents. He nodded in agreement with Uncle
    Rodney, and then let him diaper him up. Andrew loved the feel of the
    diaper, and was secretly very happy to be wearing it. He put a clean
    pair of khaki shorts on, then went to Chuck E Cheese’s with Rodney.

    With Uncle Rodney Part 2

    During the whole car ride, Andrew and Uncle Rodney talked a little bit
    about Andrew’s bedwetting. As it turned out, Uncle Rodney himself was a
    bedwetter as a kid, too, and was made to wear very thick cloth diapers
    to bed instead of disposables because his family was so poor they
    couldn’t afford to buy disposables, so his mother and sister (Andrew’s
    aunt Marci) had to sew all of his diapers for him. The only thing they
    ever bought was the plastic pants, pins and powder because they always
    used wet rags for wipes instead of regular baby wipes. Aunt Marci was
    always the one to change him into his diapers at night, then back out
    of them in the morning since their parents were usually busy and could
    not do it themselves. Uncle Rodney mentioned that all of his siblings
    constantly teased him for his bedwetting, especially at night when all
    he wore was a thick set of cloth diapers and a t-shirt because the
    diapers were way too thick for pants to fir in (Aunt Marci later told
    Uncle Rodney that she had purposely made the diapers that thick so he
    had to wear his diapers out in front of everyone and wouldn’t be able
    to cover them from view due to their thickness). Marci always brought
    over her friends to spend the night so that they would get the chance
    to see Rodney in his diapers. Sometimes during the summer she invited
    at the most four of her friends for a big slumber party, and Rodney was
    always the main attraction at the parties. The girls would constantly
    tell him how cute he looked in his diapers, or even offer to change him
    (and some of them even got the chance to). The tormenting continued on
    until he was fifteen and his bed wetting suddenly stopped. This worried
    Andrew somewhat; he didn’t want to still wet the bed at age fifteen!

    “Did Daddy and Aunt Marci ever wet the bed?” Andrew asked out of
    curiosity. He kind of hoped Marci didn’t since from what he constantly
    heard from his sister, girls don’t wet their beds like little boys do.
    He also read in an article in one of his mom’s magazines that most
    children who wet their beds after age six were boys, in fact, two out
    of three cases are boys.

    “Marci never did, but your dad did, although he oddly stopped at age
    six, so I was basically the only one.” Uncle Rodney replied to his
    nephew. Andrew was glad to hear this, he felt like it was a boy’s
    privilege to get to wear diapers for wetting, unlike girls who have
    absolutely no place in them at all. He was a bit surprised to hear that
    his own daddy wet the bed as a kid, but only for a little while. He
    found it kind of odd that his dad would tease Uncle Rodney for
    bedwetting when he himself knew what it was like, though. Usually in
    cases like these people would expect them to be more supportive of one-
    another.

    “Oh,” Andrew said, “do you have any pictures of you in your diapers?”
    Andrew asked, he oddly liked seeing pictures of boys in diapers, and
    was very curious to see Uncle Rodney’s pictures if he had any.

    “You bet I do, Marci and your dad always took pictures of me in my
    diapers to tease me. I’ll show them to you later if you want. I also
    have a story I wrote about what it was like for me being a bed wetter
    and wearing diapers.” Uncle Rodney said. He could tell why Andrew
    wanted to see them as he was the exact same way as at Andrew’s age.
    Andrew immediately smiled and nodded from this comment.

    Soon they arrived at Chuck E. Cheese and got in line to pay for their
    food and tokens. Andrew looked around at all the games in the place and
    debated which one to play first. He finally decided on the racing game
    where you have the actual peddles; he just hoped that his legs were
    long enough to reach them! By the time they got to the front of the
    line, Andrew already felt the need to pee. It wasn’t a lot, though, so
    he decided to hold it. He was tempted to use the diaper, but he wasn’t
    so sure about wetting it on purpose, so he just decided to wait.

    “Okay Andrew, I’ll be over at that table,” Uncle Rodney said while
    pointing to their table, “you can go play some games for a while, and
    I’ll come get you when it’s ready. Please come tell me if you have to
    go to the restroom, alright?”

    Andrew nodded before dashing off to his favorite racing game. Luckily
    for him there was an open seat, so he climbed in it and first checked
    to see if his legs were long enough to reach the peddles, and they
    were! He put in his token and started the game up to play. He was able
    to play for about thirty minutes before his token ran out, and by then
    another kid had asked him to have a turn, so he relinquished the game
    to him. While Andrew was leaving, he couldn’t help but look at the
    other kid’s pants to see if there were any diaper signs, but was out of
    luck.

    While looking for a new game to play, Andrew felt his need to pee
    growing, and it was becoming hard to hold it. He wasn’t sure whether he
    should go tell his uncle and have him take him to the bathroom, or to
    wet the diaper. He didn’t want to part with the diaper, and he knew
    that if he didn’t use it he would only get to wear them at night. On
    the other hand, if he used it then he would have to wear it for both
    peeing *and* pooping, and the idea of pooping in his diapers seemed
    kind of gross to Andrew. He decided to just hold it off for a little
    bit more, and went to go play one more game before returning to his
    uncle.

    Shortly after Andrew had just gotten sat down, the pizza was ready and
    they called Rodney over the speakers to get it. It was a large
    pepperoni, ham, and sausage pizza, just as they had agreed on. Andrew
    debated on getting a drink, since he knew drinking more would only make
    him need to pee even more, but the dry crust on the pizza would most
    likely make him thirsty. He finally decided to go ahead and get a
    drink, so when Uncle Rodney asked Andrew what he wanted he asked for a
    medium root beer. As soon as Rodney was back with the drinks, Andrew
    dove right into the pizza and took a huge slice of it, biting into it
    immediately. He wiped the pizza sauce off of his mouth with a paper
    napkin that he had tucked into his shirt to form sort of a “bib” for
    him. He knew he didn’t have to do this, but it helped him to feel more
    youthful.

    Soon the pizza was all gone. Half of it had been consumed by Andrew,
    and the other half by Rodney. Andrew had also drunk all of his drink.
    As Andrew slid back in his seat, he suddenly felt his bladder release
    his pee stream into the diaper he was wearing. At first he for got his
    predicament with wetting into the diaper and concentrated on the
    pleasant feeling of the warm, wet piss flowing into the front of his
    diaper. Soon enough, though, he was faced with a sticky situation. He
    had just wet into his diaper… There was no way out of this now, because
    no matter what, Andrew was going to get diapers. He could not reverse
    time to undo his wetting. Uncle Rodney would check him once they got
    home and find the diaper wet, waiting to be changed. He would most
    likely smile and chuckle a bit, and remind Andrew what their deal was.
    Andrew dreaded this, but in some odd way, he enjoyed the fact that he
    would “get caught” so to speak. Now, he would be forced to do the one
    thing he’d always wanted to do, but hadn’t done since he was eight and
    had came down with diarrhea. He would basically be forced to wear
    nothing but diapers for the remainder of the week. The thought of this
    excited him a bit.

    “Well, ready to go Andrew?” Uncle Rodney asked.

    “Uhhh, yeah, I think so. I am getting a bit tired.” Andrew said with a
    yawn. Not only that, but he wanted to get his wet diaper changed since
    it was starting to get uncomfortable, but this bit of information would
    remain hidden from Rodney for him to find out by himself.

    “Then come on, let’s get going,” Rodney said as he led Andrew to the
    car. Andrew could feel the gels in his diaper squishing as he walked.
    Since he rarely walked much while wearing a wet diaper, the feeling was
    pretty uncomfortable since he wasn’t use to it. He would most likely
    have to learn to deal with it, though.

    It was about 7:30 by the time they got to Rodney’s house. Despite
    living along, Rodney actually managed to generate enough cash to live
    in an actual house instead of some dingy apartment like most people
    might expect from a single man. Albeit a bit messy (there were a few
    piles of clothes on the floor, and some mugs left out on the coffee
    table, which was piled under a bunch of news papers, TV guides, and
    magazines that dated back to months past), the house was a fairly nice
    place, and always had a warm, welcoming feeling when Andrew stayed
    there.

    “Now let’s see who used his diaper today,” Rodney said in a “kiddish”
    way. Andrew was a bit surprised, hoping that Rodney couldn’t tell that
    his diaper was wet just yet, although it truly didn’t matter since he
    would eventually have to find out. He led Andrew into the guest room to
    change him. He gathered up the necessary supplies and a fresh diaper
    before entering the room. Even if Andrew hadn’t wet the first diaper,
    he would still be getting diapered anyways as he was to be going to bed
    soon and thus would need to be diapered for his bedwetting.

    Andrew was just standing there in front of the bed, waiting for a
    change. He had already removed his shoes, but not his pants yet. Uncle
    Rodney liked to do that part as it made him feel more like the father
    he had always wanted to be. He approached Andrew and laid a plastic
    trash bag on the floor in front of him to change him on. “Let’s see
    what we did in our diapers today,” he said as he reached for the
    buttons on Andrew’s jeans. Andrew was a bit nervous. He knew that Uncle
    Rodney was only acting this way because it made him feel like a daddy,
    but it was still sort of weird to him. He anticipated his uncle’s
    comments as he felt his jeans sliding off, revealing his soaked diaper.
    The front was tinted yellow and was puffed out from the contents, so it
    was obvious that the diaper was wet. Rodney chuckled to himself and
    told Andrew how he hadn’t kept his promise, and therefore was diaper-
    bound for the week. Andrew lay down on the plastic bag and watched
    Rodney carefully remove the wet diaper, then proceeded to wipe up
    Andrew’s wetness with some baby wipes and powdered him up before taping
    the new diaper back on. As Andrew always wore just his diapers around
    bedtime at home, he opted to do so at his uncle’s house as well. He was
    to soon find out that he was going to have no choice in his pants.

    “Andrew, I want you to come out into the living room with me for just a
    moment,” Rodney said.

    “Okay, Uncle Rodney,” Andrew said. He could only wonder what he was
    wanted for.

    Uncle Rodney basically went over Andrew’s “diaper rules” for the week.
    He talked in a calm but firm voice as he went over the rules, rules
    such as:

    1.	Andrew was to wear diapers 24 hours a day for the whole week.
    They would only be taken off during diaper changed OR when Andrew took
    a bath.
    2.	He was to use the diapers for BOTH pee AND poop, never to use a
    toilet that week. (Unless he got sick and threw up, but that was
    unexpected within the week).
    3.	He would wear just his diapers while at the house. Considering
    the only ones who were expected to be there were Andrew and Uncle
    Rodney, Andrew didn’t mind this too much.
    4.	He was to allow Uncle Rodney to change his diapers. This didn’t
    matter too much as Rodney was going to be the one changing Andrew’s
    diapers during the week no matter what. Andrew couldn’t do it himself.

    And that was basically it. Andrew agreed that the rules were completely
    fair, and Uncle Rodney was as lenient as he could be. At least he
    didn’t threaten to tell Andrew’s parents, and completely understood
    that the accidents were not Andrew’s fault. Andrew thought about how
    other boys who have accidents may not be lucky enough to have an
    understanding family, and felt happy that at least he wasn’t spanked or
    embarrassed in front of friends for his accidents.

    Uncle Rodney let Andrew stay up a little while longer that night. They
    both looked through Uncle Rodney’s old photo album from when he was a
    boy. As expected, a lot of pictures depicted him in his diapers at
    night. In those pictures, he wore nothing but a white t-shirt and
    thick, white, cloth diapers with plastic pants. A lot of the shots were
    of his butt, too, after Aunt Marci got him to bend over for one reason
    or another. As Andrew had wet his diapers some more before he went to
    bed, he was changed by his uncle and then immediately sent to bed after
    a goodnight hug.

    With Uncle Rodney Part 3

    The sunlight burst into the bedroom through the window bright and early
    the next morning. Andrew was still sound asleep, wearing nothing but
    his blue t-shirt and a very soaked diaper clinging to his bottom. He
    had kicked the sheets off of him in the night because it was so hot,
    and his diaper was fully exposed to anyone who would happen to walk in
    while he was sleeping, although no one else but Rodney was there. The
    light finally inched its way to Andrew’s face, and he soon felt the
    warm rays on his face. At first he turned over to try to get the light
    away, but then realized that it was morning and time to get up. He
    looked over at the digital clock beside the bed and saw that it read
    8:00, which was his usual wake-up time on non-school days. He soon
    realized the feeling of the wet diaper he was wearing, and smiled. The
    feeling of wearing a wet diaper made him feel comfortable and happy,
    and he noticed that he was getting an erection from the feeling, as he
    noted the barely-visible tent in the front of his diaper. He slowly put
    his hand on the front of it and felt the slight warmth from his pee,
    and then began to rub the front of his diaper slowly, teasing his erect
    boy organ. He did this for a few minutes, until he was happy and
    satisfied, and ready for a diaper change. Andrew could not ejaculate
    just yet, so he was sometimes able to keep rubbing himself for a long
    time. One time he was able to keep rubbing for 20 minutes straight!

    Andrew’s erection finally subsided after a while, and he decided to go
    see if Rodney was up yet so he could get his diaper changed. He walked
    down the hall and peeked into the living room, and saw Rodney sitting
    on the couch and watching the morning news and sipping a cup of coffee.
    Andrew casually walked in and greeted his uncle, who returned the
    greeting.

    “I see somebody needs to be changed,” Rodney said with a smile, “are
    you just wet, or did you go poop last night as well?”

    “Uhhh… wet only…” Andrew said, just then remembering what had happened
    the night before, “very wet, actually… It feels like it’s gonna
    explode!”

    Rodney chuckled from Andrew’s exclamation, “well we’d better get you
    changed, then!”

    Rodney set his coffee down on the table in front of him before getting
    up and leading Andrew back to the guest room. Rodney put a clean
    plastic garbage bag on the floor and told Andrew to lay down on it,
    which he did, then got out powder, wipes, and a clean diaper, “don’t
    think I forgot about our deal,” Rodney said while removing the wet
    diaper.

    “I know that…” Andrew said. He tried not to smile too much although he
    did like being changed. He didn’t want Rodney to know that he liked
    wearing diapers.

    Rodney rolled up the wet diaper and set it aside, then wiped the
    wetness away from Andrew’s crotch with a baby wipe. The feeling felt
    very good to Andrew, and as much as he didn’t want to, he smiled big
    and let out a slight happy sigh as the wipe touched his skin. Rodney
    also smiled and was glad he could make his nephew happy. Changing
    diapers made him feel a lot like the father he had always wanted to be.
    He wished to be able to ‘baby’ Andrew, but he knew that would be
    pushing it too far. He finally powdered Andrew up, then took the clean
    diaper, unfolded it, slid it under Andrew’s bottom, and taped it up
    nice and snug. As Andrew got up, Rodney patted him on the bottom to
    make sure he left enough room for a possible large bowel movement. He
    then threw the used diaper and wipes into the garbage can, then went to
    the bathroom to wash his hands while Andrew ran into the living room
    and plopped down on the couch. His diaper crinkled softly as his butt
    hit the couch, creating a pleasing sound to Andrew.

    “What would you like for breakfast, Andrew? I can make anything you
    want. Pancakes, toast, whatever you want.” Rodney asked Andrew as he
    came out of the bathroom.

    “Um…” Andrew thought for a moment. “How about… French toast and some
    eggs?”

    “Coming right up!” Rodney said happily as he went into the kitchen to
    fix breakfast.

    Andrew picked the remote control to the TV and started surfing through
    the channels to find something good to watch. Secretly, he was looking
    for commercials with diapered boys in them. He soon came to a
    commercial for Pampers brand diapers, featuring a baby boy that was
    probably no more that one year old. Although Andrew preferred seeing
    older boys in diapers, he still watched this one. He hoped that the kid
    would remember this commercial and never give up his diapers. They were
    what made him a star, after all! The commercial ended and the show that
    was playing turned out to be Rugrats.

    “You know…” Andrew thought, “I wonder if Tommy Pickles would possibly
    be a Diaper Boy when he’s older… I bet he’d make a good one.”

    Andrew looked around the room for a piece of paper and a pencil to draw
    with. The image of an older Tommy as a Diaper Boy was so overwhelming
    that he just had to draw it down. He looked around on the coffee table
    and found a number two pencil next to Rodney’s cup. As he bent over to
    pick the pencil up, he managed to squeeze out a long fart. He
    immediately sat up and felt the back of his diaper for any poop, which
    there wasn’t, and then got up and looked around for some paper. He
    found some inside a cabinet and finally began his drawing.

    As he was just finishing his picture, Andrew felt the pressure in his
    bladder that told him he needed to go pee. At first, out of habit, he
    headed to the bathroom, but as he got up, he remembered that he was
    wearing a diaper. He knew that he would never be able to possibly get
    to the bathroom without Rodney seeing him, so he decided to hold it in
    and went back to his drawing. About ten minutes later, Rodney called
    for breakfast, and Andrew came running as fast as his full bladder
    allowed. He couldn’t stop squirming because he had a very dire need to
    piss, and he was shy about using the diaper because he seldom wet in
    the day.

    “Andrew, stop wiggling!” Rodney said with a chuckle.

    “Sorry Uncle Rodney…” Andrew said as he sat down at the table and
    almost immediately dove into his breakfast. It was so good! He always
    loved how Rodney’s French toast tasted so good, and the eggs were good,
    too, served with a tall glass of milk. Andrew got his put into a spill-
    proof glass, and did not object to this. He reasoned that Rodney
    probably just didn’t want any spills to happen. Andrew secretly enjoyed
    drinking from the non-spill glass, as it put him in a slight state of
    regression while he was reminiscing about when he last used one of
    these.

    Andrew finished his meal with a pleased sigh while patting his stomach.
    He had temporarily forgotten about needing to pee, and was not flooding
    the front of his diaper. He sighed with pleasure as the piss stream
    trickled into the front of his diaper, where it was then carried away
    by the extra-absorbent layers in the diaper. No longer was he faced
    with a predicament, he was however faced with the embarrassment of
    telling his uncle that he had wet, and needed a change. Andrew looked
    down at the front of the diaper and first of all noticed that the
    yellow strip on the front of the diaper, probably a wetness indicator,
    was now a light green color. He made sure Rodney wasn’t paying any
    attention to him, and then discreetly felt the front of the diaper with
    his hand. He could tell that it was pretty warm, meaning that he had
    peed a fair bit in it.

    Once they were both done eating, Rodney finally took up the plates,
    forks, and cups and put them in the dishwasher. Andrew stood up and
    went back into the living room to watch some TV while Rodney was busy
    cleaning the kitchen up. He sat on the couch with his knees to his
    chest, making the crotch of his diaper even more noticeable, and with
    the wetness indicator it was obvious that it had been used. Soon,
    Rodney came into the living room and sat next to Andrew.

    “So, how’s your diaper And’?” he asked Andrew as he patted his
    shoulder.

    “Uh…” Andrew mumbled at first, “It’s, uh, wet…” he said with a blush.

    Rodney smiled, “Now, don’t be embarrassed, that’s what it’s for, okay?”
    he said.

    Andrew nodded and Rodney told him to stand up so that he could check
    the diaper. Rodney first pointed out that the wetness indicator was
    green, but that didn’t tell him exactly how wet the diaper was, so he
    took his index and middle finger and stuck them into the leg hold of
    the diaper to detect for moisture, and how much. He felt that it was
    slightly wet, and could take at least three more wettings, and one
    messing, before it reached its capacity. He lastly asked Andrew if he
    felt he wanted a change.

    “Well…” Andrew began. He was getting use to the wetness of the diaper,
    and was starting to enjoy it. He also felt that perhaps he shouldn’t
    waste a good diaper that hadn’t even taken in half of its capacity, so
    he decided to go for a little longer without changing. Rodney just
    smiled and patted Andrew on the bottom.

    The rest of the morning passed pretty uneventfully. Andrew and Rodney
    spent the morning together watching cartoons on TV while Andrew worked
    on some drawings of, of course, boys in diapers. Rodney wasn’t at all
    mad about the drawings, and even showed Andrew a notebook filled with
    his own drawings of himself and other various boys in diapers. By about
    noon, Andrew had wet his diaper a second time, but was still due to
    poop at any moment. He dreaded the thought of having to, purposely,
    shit in his diapers. The thought felt very gross to him, but, just like
    with wetting, he would probably have to get use to it.

    It was just after he had finished lunch that Andrew first got the
    feeling that he needed to poop. He immediately noticed that the soft
    diaper made it harder to clench his butt muscles together in an effort
    not to poop as he’d done many times before in school and other public
    situations where he felt uncomfortable using the toilets for pooping.
    The feeling was growing quite fast, and Andrew knew his only choice was
    to use his diaper, so holding it in was virtually pointless, but he
    still did anyways. About five minutes passed, and Andrew was just
    barely able to hold it in anymore. He knew, eventually, he would have
    to resort to pooping in the diaper, and decided it was now or later,
    and it would be better to do it now and get it over with. He made sure
    that first, Rodney was watching TV and paying absolutely no attention
    to him, then secretly shifted his position so that he was sitting on
    his heels. It took some work, and courage, to get his load started, but
    soon Andrew was pushing out the first turd. He tried his best to
    minimize grunting, but it was hard, so he just kept as quiet as
    possible. Soon, he had finished his very first poop load in a diaper in
    a long time. He was now faced with telling Rodney, but that soon became
    unnecessary as the shit smell filled the area. Andrew felt his face
    getting hot from embarrassment, knowing that he was the one causing the
    smell.

    Not even three minutes after Andrew finished his poop, Rodney was able
    to smell it. He calmly turned to Andrew and said, “Do you need to be
    changed?”

    Andrew was extremely embarrassed. He was ten-years-old, sitting there
    in a soaked- and- shit-filled diaper, needing it to be changed by his
    uncle. Without saying a word, Andrew nodded as he felt a tear roll down
    his cheek.

    “Now now, don’t cry and’, it’s alright. That’s what diapers are made
    for, so don’t ever feel embarrassed about this. No one but us knows
    about this. Now, come on, you need to be changed,” Rodney said as he
    hugged his upset nephew.

    Andrew finally calmed down and walked into the bedroom with Rodney.
    Rodney set a garbage bag on the floor and Andrew immediately lay down
    on it and spread his legs enough apart so that Rodney could remove the
    soiled diaper. Rodney got out the supplies again, but just as he was
    reaching for a fresh diaper, Andrew remembered something.

    “Uncle Rodney, I just thought of something…” Andrew said with a semi-
    worried look on his face.

    “What is it Andrew?” Rodney asked curiously.

    “Well, since I’m gonna be wearing in the daytime, I’m gonna use more
    diapers than I would if I was just wearing at night. My mom will
    probably notice that I used a lot of diapers, so what’ll I tell her if
    she asks?” Andrew asked as he twittled his thumbs a bit while Rodney
    removed the dirty diaper from Andrew’s bottom.

    “That’s a pretty good point. Well… You could tell her you got a bit of
    diarrhea a few nights while you were here,” Rodney suggested as he used
    an old rag from the bathroom to wipe up Andrew’s poopy bottom before
    rolling the diaper up.

    “That’s a good idea,” Andrew said as he concentrated on the feeling of
    being wiped. He had rarely pooped his diapers, so the feeling of the
    rag on his bottom was a bit different, although no different than when
    he washed his butt while taking a bath. Rodney soon got the majority of
    the poop up and was able to use regular baby wipes. Soon, Andrew was
    powdered, oiled, and taped up in a fresh, clean diaper.

    Rodney patted Andrew’s butt and secretly enjoyed the sight of his
    little nephew waddling as he eagerly ran into the living room to draw
    some more. Not a whole lot happened for the rest of the day. Andrew
    finished a lot of drawings of boys in diapers, and even did some self
    portraits of him self. One picture was of Andrew and another boy
    standing together in diapers. He didn’t tell him, but the other boy
    standing beside him was Rodney as a kid, based on the pictures he had
    seen.

    Andrew pooped his diapers a second time about an hour after eating
    dinner, and wet his diapers several more times throughout the afternoon
    and evening. By his second poop, he felt as if he was starting to
    really enjoy wearing diapers, and wanted to wear them all the time. He
    knew that his mom would probably never let him wear in the daytime
    because he had no need to, but maybe if he asked him nicely, he could
    get away with wearing while he was at Rodney’s house, and this thought
    tossed and turned in his mind as he was falling asleep that night.

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