Summary: When my best friend's son had a stay over at my place, I planned to put him in diapers. It's fiction... My Plan Part 1 (This happened only in my fantasy.) One morning the phone rang: it was my best friend. When I was a kid, she was my neighbour girl. Over the years we became best friends. Our parents even thought we would become a couple. But N was in love with another boy and got married. From my side I was aware I was gay. N had an 8-year-old son, R (a different name as mine) "Hey, R, I'm asked to make a business trip to the USA for my company and it will take a month. S will also come to the States, so I was wondering: could you take care for R? He can't come with us, because he would miss school and he keeps asking to see his favourite uncle." "You know you don't have to ask me. He can come over whenever he wants to. I will be glad to look after him." "Ok, thank you. I will bring him tomorrow." I was happy. Even though I see R regularly, I miss him a lot. It's fantastic how R and I are crazy at each other. Ever since he was a baby, I played with him each time we were together. We're real buddies. How could it be else? R is such a cute kid. Even if there are other people around, I'm the one that counts the most for him. He's always eager to please me. I could ask him really anything and he would immediately do it, no matter what. But of course, I never take advantage of this. I don't have bad intentions! Whenever he stays over, I let him take all the decisions: what are we going to eat, what we will do, what game we'll play, what clothes he will wear, what film we will see� I let him show he's very important to me. I make him feel loved and wanted. What I enjoy the most is giving him a bath. He lets me undress him and I put him in the bathtub. Then I let him play for a while and finally I tell him "Now it's time to get washed." I take the shower gel and put some gel on my bare hand and start to wash him. He usually has already a little erection when I soap his smooth little body. I take my time to wash him, because he enjoys it (Me too). And I forget no part of his body. Everything's washed with much attention. When his hair is finally washed, I let him play again for a while and then I take a towel and tell him to get out. I dry him off with as much tenderness as I wash him. And then I put him in pyjamas. Whenever I'm over to their house, he asks me to give him his bath instead of his mom and N lets me. Part 2 That night I couldn't sleep very well, because I was making plans. It was six years since I had changed R's diapers and I missed it a lot. R didn't wet his bed, so I had no opportunity to change diapers again. A diaper change is such a special thing: it makes the relationship between a father and son closer. Since I would never have kids of my own, I'm so upset I never will experience that sort of relationship. As a little boy, I was made potty trained very early. At two. Growing up I became more and more interested in diapers. I'm not sure when it all started, but I think it was around my 8th birthday. I remember I stared at a diaper change and I had those feelings I couldn't explain. But I wished it was me who was being changed. From then on I was looking for diaper sightings whenever possible. I was always looking at boys' pants to see if they had a diaper on. And on TV I loved to watch diaper commercials. I also cut photos of kids wearing diapers out of magazines. But, some way I felt this was not a normal thing to do for a boy my age. So, I knew I had to keep this secret. Especially for my parents, since they wouldn't understand. It's a shame I never had the idea of wetting my pants and bed on purpose in order to get diapers. At age 12 I remember stealing diapers and using them. I didn't approve the theft but I had no other possibility to get diapers. Being a teenager I bought a package of diapers from my pocket money, but I was scared it would be found out. I used the whole package, but it was difficult to hide the used diapers and to get rid of it. I managed well since I never get caught. Now that I live alone, I wear diapers every time I can 24/7. I only pee in them. I use Depends Super Medium, but sometimes I try other brands too. At night I wear also plastic pants over them. I just love the feeling of wetting my diaper: that nice, warm feeling that makes you feel so secure. I can't imagine there are boys and men who don't like this. My plan was to make R wear diapers again. I would tell him that I never would have kids and that I miss changing his diapers. Knowing he's eager to please me, he would certainly accept me to put him in a diaper. And maybe he would enjoy it too. If he would be reluctant, I would show him my diapers and tell him I would wear them same time as him. I would even show him Deeker's Diaper Page on the Internet and let him read some stories. Especially the stories with boys his own age. That would make him feel comfortable. For example Little League (I like the part where James is on vacation with David). I was very excited and couldn't wait to have R over. Part 3 The next morning around ten, I was ready to welcome N and R. They arrived 30 minutes later. R literally jumped in my arms and kissed me lots and lots on my both cheeks. We cuddled for a moment, before he let me say hello to his mom. We spent two hours together and then she went to get his sports bags and luggage out of the car, which contained all his clothes and toys. She gave some instructions and after a sad farewell, she left us. "Ready for a super stay over?" I asked him. "Yeah, it will be fun!" he answered. "It sure will be." And I patted his little butt. He laughed and brought his stuff to his room. I had a room especially for him, with toys, a TV with Play station 2 and DVD. Yes, you can say he's spoiled! But that's because I love him so much: nothing is too expensive for him. What I didn't tell you yet is that I had two boxes containing four packages of Pampers size 6, baby wipes, oil and talcum powder hidden in my room. That day went well. We ate pizza, played the whole afternoon till it was time for dinner. After dinner, I told him we would watch TV and after his bath, he would go sleep. School was out for a week, so he could stay up late. While watching TV I started: "R? Would you do me a favour, please?" "Like what?" "You know I'm not married. That's because I like boys and not girls." He looked serious at me and said: "Are you gay?" "Yes, that's why I never will have kids of my own." "But you can adopt kids, not?" "I don't think so: a gay man alone has less chance to adopt children." "Oh, that's not fair." He said feeling sorry for me. "No, it isn't and then there's something else. I like to wear diapers. I don't really need them, but I just love the feeling." At this point he looked as if I told him I came from Mars. After a few minutes he said: "Aren't diapers for babies only?" "No, there are lots of older boys and men who wear them, because they wet the bed or even their pants. Sometimes they wear diapers only because they like it, just like me. Maybe it's hard to understand, but it gives you a nice feeling down there.' I pointed my crotch. "You mean that you get a stiff wiener?" "Yes, that's called sexual pleasure." "You know, uncle R ... I ..." "What? Come on, you know you can trust me!" "Well, once I saw my little cousin getting changed and I wished it was me. My wiener got also stiff. But I thought I was not normal. Since that day I wish I can wear diapers again, but I'm afraid to ask mom and dad" I was astonished. I thought it would be very difficult to make him understand, and he simply told me he also wanted this. I said very tenderly: "I know what you mean. When I was your age I had the same thing. But now I'm a grown up I can do whatever I want. And you know what? The favour I was going to ask you was to let me diaper you. Would you like that?" I will never forget that look on his face when he said: "Really, can I?" "Yes, I bought you Pampers. Come with me, I'll show you and also something else." "Wow, you're the best uncle ever; I love you." While saying this he kissed me on my cheek. In my room, I showed him the Pampers and I showed him Deeker's Diaper Page on the computer. I let him read a few stories and then showed him some pictures with boys in diapers. It was like he was in Ali Baba's cavern! I looked at his crotch and saw he had a hard on. We would normally watch TV and then he would take his bath, but he was so excited about getting diapered he begged me to bathe him earlier and I gave in. We had much fun in the bathroom and when I finished him drying off, he jumped in my arms and I dragged him to my room. I laid him down on the bed on a towel (he was still naked and had his little boy erection) and I took a diaper, put it under his little butt, wiped him down with a baby wipe and I applied baby oil throughout his diaper area. Then I powdered him with Johnson's baby powder. Finally, I pulled the diaper up through his legs and taped it in place. Was he happy! He hugged and kissed me like never before. I put him in a T-shirt and we went to the living room to watch TV. On his way, I watched him waddling. I can't describe it: that little diapered bottom. He was so cute! I put on TV and told him to wait till I was back. I went to my room and I also put a diaper on. When he saw me returning in a diaper and T- shirt, just like him, he started to laugh and said: "Wow, I never thought they made diapers that big!" That evening ended with me on the couch and R laying in my arms, hugging till we both were exhausted and fell asleep� right there on the couch. The end.