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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