Notice: this story is longer than I usually write and I may have made some grammar or spelling mistakes. Please, don't be harsh on me.
Hi everyone, my name is Clark and I want to share a really weird experience that happened between me and my father's best friend Dan.
Uncle Dan is my father's best friend. They've known each other since childhood and always had each other's back. When I was born uncle Dan become like a real uncle to me. He always played with me and my toys. It almost felt like it was a natural thing for him to build castles out of toy cubes and other childish stuff, he even let me play his babysitter in game of pretend, where I would change his invisible diapers and feed him on imaginary high chair. In short he was always on the same page as me and he was the greatest uncle I could ever imagine.
As I grew older our bond with each other become even stronger, I really like to spend my time with dad and uncle Dan in our backyard, they've taught me how to do mechanics, wood work, plumbing and lots of other useful skills. Thanks to them I know how to be a man!
But, there were some things I found a bit weird in uncle Dan's behavior. He was really close with my dad, like weirdly close! He always insisted on them removing their shirts off and I noticed him staring at my dad's bulge a lot of times, however, it's hard not to, men in our family are all giants down there. On top of that I never seen him with a girlfriend or any women except my mom, who could sometimes join them. Another weird thing that I noticed was the odd smell surrounding him pretty often. It was like a fart smell with mix of something sweet, like a toilet that was sprayed with air freshener or something like that. Even though, I noticed those quirks I never paid much attention to them. "We are having good time together, why bother myself with such things" I thought to myself. And I would have thought like this in the future as well, if not for recent event.
You see, I am 23 and I am still living at my parents house. I want to move into bigger city and live in my own place. I am a grown man after all. So, I've been working as a fix it man around the town to earn money but this month was dearth of work. I grew a bit anxious about it and I think my dad noticed that because uncle Dan suddenly invited me to work with him on building a brand new cottage house. And of course I accepted his offer. The sum of money were high and I could also spend some time with uncle Dan.
I quickly packed my stuff and moved to uncle's Dan House, as he was living near working place. Every morning he cooked us breakfast and pack our lunch in big black bag, than we would drove to a small clearing in the middle of the forest not far from the main road. A quite place, yet it's not that far from the town. The job was simple, we cut down trees to make enough space for the house. And thanks to uncle Dan the job was going quickly as well. I've never seen him take a break except for lunch. Which I can't say for myself. We drank a lot to cope with the heat, and my bladder was constantly on edge to burst, so I had to take frequent toilet breaks. By evening we would finish work for the day and go to Uncle Dan's house. Driving home with Uncle Dan was a challenge for my nose, I often joked about him being a fart and how he should keep the car windows open all the time. Also I noticed how weirdly shaped were his pants, they've been kinda round on his butt, yet once again I decided to ignore it.
On lunch breaks we often chatted about different topics while drinking some cold beer and sitting on stumps. Usually these were jokes or things related to work, during one of these breaks Uncle Dan drank too much and starded to talk about me and my dad. "Doug, there is one thing I always wanted to say to you " He called me by my fathers name and I had to remind him that my name is Clark " Oh shit, I am sorry Clark. It's hard to believe that you are the same little boy I used to play with. You become so big and strong just like your father, heck it's hard for me to distinguish who is who" He laughed. "This is going to sound a little weird, but when you were little I was a little jealous of you. Doug was such a master at parenting that I wanted to be on the changing table myself." It was indeed weird but It was clear that he was drunk and didn't realize what he was saying plus he looked sad that my dad started to hang out less with him and focused more on me and mom.
"Alright, that's enough of chit-chat, we still have a work to do" He said and started standing up. That's when I heard a ripping sound, his jeans probably got caught on a twig or something like that. He was drunk enough to not be bothered by that and just went for a chainsaw. And as he put his leg on a log, I finally saw the source of odd smell and reason why his butt looked so round. A large diaper covered in various childish prints was sticking out of a hole in his pants. And it was obvious to me that uncle Dan used it not only for wetting... To say that I was shocked is to say nothing. And than I said something I couldn't ever imagine I would say again in my life.
"Ugh.. Uncle Dan, I think your diaper needs to be changed.. " He placed his hand on a bulging out of his pants diaper and squished it for about 10 seconds. He moved his fingers slowly making each press stronger and stronger, some of the diaper filling started to squeeze out of ripped diaper and uncle Dan let out a quite moan. It was clear that he enjoyed the feeling of his own mess pressing against his skin.
"Yeah, I made a huge poopy in it" He said and gave his sagging diaper three light pats. I watched as his poopy diaper swayed back and forth for a second. "Could you please help to change me, I don't think I know how to do it right, Doug." Once again he called me by my father's name but I decided not to correct him that time. I approached him and ordered to put chainsaw down, he was too drunk to use it anyway and it was clear to me that today we have to finish work way earlier. He did as I said, and looked at me waiting for me to continue. I got down on one knee and put his pants down freeing the rest of the diaper. A strong sent of urine had hit my nose, he was soaked too.
"Yeah, those pants are no use anymore. C'mon uncle tell me you have spare pants on you"
"I don't, I have fresh diapers though. In the back of my car. Change me there!"
"Ok, let's head to the car than " I moved into the cars direction but uncle Dan remained on the same spot. I called him but he just nodded his head . "I want you to carry me there" What's with sudden change in behavior? For some reason uncle Dan started to act not like he was a man in his late 40's but as an annoying toddler! I picked him in my arms and I could swear he pooped his diaper even more as I was carrying him to his car.
I opened the back of his Jeep car and took all needed changing supplies out of the bag that was in there. Than I put uncle Dan on a changing mat. while I was opening a new diaper and preparing wipes I noticed that uncle Dan was staring at me, so I decided to give him a little smile to cheer him up a bit and his face become bright red. I swear, I never had a thing for uncle Dan, but when I saw him blushing like that my heart started to race!
That thrill in my heart didn't last long, however. Because when I opened his diaper I realized that this man is a freaking stinking monster. I don't know what he puts in his meals but I literally started to tear up from the stench. I was about to leave him there in his own shit but than I started to say to myself " Imagine you are just playing babysitter again, imagine you are just playing babysitter again! " I repeated those words like a mantra and it's actually helped a bit.
As I was cleaning uncle's Dan butt with wipes he started to say more weird stuff in his drunk delusion. He kept calling me Doug, and wanted me to put the thickest diaper in the world on him and than give him a horsie ride and lots of other humiliating stuff, he also tried to masturbate but as he was drunk his dick was to no use. I got a bit overwhelmed by his behavior and asked him " Uncle Dan, do you understand what's going on right now? " And he gave me only logical reply in his state.
"Of course I do! I am in a dream, so quit acting weird and put me in my baby diapers! And than call me good boy"
I put uncle Dan in a fresh diaper and than drove us back to his place. I helped him to get to the bed and put some pajama pants on him too. Thankfully he fell asleep quickly. Than I went to the bed myself to get some rest too. I had so many things to process and I still don't know how I feel about that day. On the morning uncle Dan acted as usual even though he clearly experience hangover and blushed a little bit when he saw me while breakfast. Perhaps, he really thinks it was all just a dream. And now I don't know what to do... Should I keep it "a dream" or should I call him out the next time he would poop himself in front of me? I kinda liked to take care of him...
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