Saturday, April 30, 2011
Hall of Shame? Hmm..:
That's because this story, about an ABDL from New Hampshire, has me wondering.
A woman places an ad on Craigslist, offering $400 a month for rent and looking for a "fresh start"; a man replies, gives her a place to live, and then... sexually assaults her? With diapers?
Too many things don't add up.
Either we have a really horny ABDL making some seriously wrong - and criminal - decisions; or we have a case of consensual sex and someone being sent packing using a diaper fetish to publicly humiliate someone.
Either way, not cool.
So don't involve crazy bitches in your diaper fetishness. And if you were thinking about doing a Pampers for rent deal, think twice.
And avoid Craigslist. That never turns out well.
The story is here.
Trying Again...
From one of my international readers, Regulat:
"I've just found this webpic. It seems to show JEDWARD (Irelands boygroup for the Eurovision Song Contest 2011)."
Read the article here:
Read the wiki:
Go the official site:
Probably not ABDL... these guys happen to be 20yo twins. Still, it's a cute pic. I think we'd ALL like to re-create a few of our baby pictures...
Thanks Regulat!
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Kink in Chicago...
An interesting article from the Chicago Sun-Times about 300 year-old fetishes, and something to do with diapers?
http://www.suntimes.com/5036240-417/university-of-chicago-hosts-traveling-kink-book-exhibit.html
New ABUniverse Diaper - Coming in June?
They're available for pre-order, but be fore-warned: at $3/diaper these will set you back $300 for a case of 100. That's more than twice as much as a Cushie or the Abena X-Plus. Hope they're as absorbent as they claim... because you'll need a fat wallet to be a heavy wetter...
http://abuniverse.com/products/fabineexclusive.asp
Check out the video here:
http://www.abuniverse.com/video/fabine/FabineVsAbena.htm
These diapers won't be shipping until June, which means they'll be arriving about the same time I'll be all over upstate NY. That means I won't be able to get my hands on one until August. Still, when I do I'll put out another 'unboxing' vid. In the meantime, feel free to send me any thoughts, reviews, or pictures to abysitter@gmail.com.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Diaper Pictures: Dman420 Continued...
More adorableness from local AB/DL DMan420.
I've had a lot of requests for more pictures. Turns out Dman's pictures are very popular. A few people have asked if he wears in public, and the answer is: sometimes. He wore home the day we took these pictures - and yes, he wore the 'Parental Advisory' belt buckle you saw in the pictures. Glad you're enjoying them...
Two more sets to go up: more Cushie action, and some Bambino pics. And, down the road, another photoshoot.
If anyone has picture ideas, hit him up online at RUP, or email me.
V I S I T I N G - - - O R L A N D O ?
I'm up for a photoshoot,
especially if you're willing to have pics shared here.
Face or faceless is fine.
If you're up for it, text me
or email:
abysitter@gmail.com.
A little notice of your visit is appreciated.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Hall of Shame: Kinda?
Up next, an article about a convicted sex offender discovered wearing Jumpin' Jammerz footed sleepers, and diapers, during a recent spot check.
The reporter tries to write an educated article about our lifestyle. It's not horrible. The comments are ignorant, but to be expected...
The picture is priceless... please click!
The article is here.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Hall of Shame: Guilty Plea & Registry
A word of caution:
1. Do NOT ask underage relatives to watch you urinate in your diaper. Or, urinate period, I guess.
2. Do NOT diaper children as a form of discipline. Diaper discipline can be fun, when it's two consenting adults. [Consenting: agreeing to take part; Adult: 18 years of age and over.]
For all of you who don't get into shenanigans like the one below... thank you.
Click this shit.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Hmmmmmm...
Whoever left a comment about me not responding to their email... email me again. I get more than 100 emails many days, between this blog and some other stuff I'm involved with; I rarely don't respond to one, but it sometimes takes time. If you emailed me but didn't hear back:
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Anyone looking for a job?
If you don't mind fixing airplanes in wet and messy diapers, there may be a job opening in the Pacific northwest...
I'm joking, of course.
From the Oregonian...
Monday, April 18, 2011
ABDL Crib - Craigslist Deal
Anyone in PA looking for a great deal on an ABDL crib? Looks like someone's trying to grow up... FAIL! But scoop up this bargain.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Visit to Orlando: Baby Chad
[CWIS'S NOTE:] I am only allowed to tell the following story, and not use pictures, since I was not allowed to take any. For anyone who thinks that I only meet up and babysit ABDLs for blog material, think again. I also do it for stories, some of which I'm not even permitted to share here. So if you're visiting Orlando and you want to spend some time being toddlerized without pictures, etc., hit me UP!
There is nothing more annoying than someone hitting you up on Yahoo instant messenger and starting a conversation about wanting to visit you for some diaperage and, when you ask them if they have a diaper profile, they say "SURE!" and then promptly link you to a profile with zero pictures. I mean, seriously... how hard is it to put up a picture?
Now, don't get me wrong. I do have a specific 'type' of baby I like to babysit. If you know me, you know it's someone younger than me, someone shorter than me, and someone who's a thug, jock, twink... one of those, lol.
But I'm not so exclusive that I can't babysit other types of people as well. I've babysat people older than me, and people larger than me. And I've also done photoshoots for people who don't even begin to fit my 'fave' criteria.
But, for me, there's nothing I like more than burying my face in the diapered behind of a collegebaby - or, if I can find one, a thug - and nutting in my Huggies. That's just me.
So, when someone messages me and links me to a pictureless profile, I usually just figure that they know my 'type', they don't fit it, and they want me to still talk to them.
So I do.
I'm no prize, myself. I am well aware that I don't fit everyone's 'type'; those who find me the most fun tend to be those looking for a sitter/big bro/daddy type. Thankfully, our fetish is full of those - and many happen to be my 'type', too. So it works.
But, still, I don't ignore people based on their appearance. Or even their age.
I do ignore people who seem mentally challenged - which, sadly, there is also no shortage of in our lifestyle choice.
Someone who messages me and says things like "Daddy change poopy boy's diaper?" usually gets a polite "I'm busy" followed by, sadly, the block button. And I suspect that many of the ph0to-free profiles I get hit up by belong to those people - including one I've blocked on no fewer than seven screen names. (If you're reading, you know who you are...)
So when I got a message from someone claiming to be a 19yo college baby, 5'7 150lbs, blond/blue, who likes rap music, I thought... sure, dude.
Reverse the numbers in the age, maybe.
Still, I was intrigued, and the conversation continued. The young man would be visiting Orlando, FL for a college sporting event (sure you will, buddy), and had some spare time to kill. He'd found my blog on a diaper website and was desiring some 'toddlerization' - and wanted to spend a full day wearing Pampers, and being forced to use them.
"I don't get into being spanked, but I know that you like that sort of thing, so I'll let you do it," he offered, as if he felt like he had to sell me on the idea. I asked him for his link and he sent me the URL to a profile which not only had no pictures, it also hadn't been logged into for several weeks.
"Not on much, I see..." I typed to him.
"People are dicks to me," he replied. "I pretty much just go to your blog."
Sure, buddy... flattery, good trick.
I told him to message me if/when he got to Orlando, he said he would, and the conversation ended with me 100% sure I'd just been had by someone I didn't want to talk to.
Fast forward to March.
I get a text message from a number. I'm pretty good with area codes, but I don't recognize this one, so I google it. It's from the same area my faceless friend had claimed to be from.
"In Orlando, sir. You told me to send you a text."
I texted back, and a conversation went back and forth for an hour or more. He claimed to be in Orlando, in a hotel near the airport, and even went as far as to suggest that he'd insisted on getting his own room on account of the possibility that he and I would be meeting up. He went into a whole story about how his room had been in a line of rooms with other people from his school, and how he'd quietly gone to the front desk and complained of an odor of smoke. They'd moved him up five floors without questioning his made up complaint, and he'd moved his bag up. He wondered if I would be able to come by...
It was a Thursday night. I had to work at 7 the next day, and 9 on Saturday. I asked if he'd be free Saturday night, and he told me he wasn't sure. They were flying out Monday, and they had some kind of event they were supposed to go to on Sunday, but he'd try to get out of anything on Saturday night.
I was nervous, now. I'd gone back to the RUP profile page; he still hadn't logged in. What's more, he and I weren't even friends on that site. Weird...
"I usually meet in a public place," I texted.
"I've never met anyone," he texted back. "Just tell me how it's supposed to go, sir."
"We meet in public and I check your ID to make sure you're 18+," I texted. "If you are, we talk. If we're both cool, we go upstairs..."
"That sounds good to me, sir," he told me. "I'll be cool no matter what..."
Saturday crawled by, and I looked forward to getting the fuck out of work.
I'd packed up my diaper bag full of Cushies, Attends, a few other kinds of diapers, and assorted supplies. I figured I might not need them, but what the fuck... should always have a supply in the car anyway, right? You never know when you meet a random diaperable dude...
I drove out of work and hit the 408, headed for the airport. The kid had suggested we meet at the entrance to the TGIF restaurant, and I assumed it was a part of his hotel. I'd forgotten that it's freestanding. His hotel was nowhere near it. Still, I parked, got out, and walked toward the door.
Standing next to the door was a man of about 28 or 29. He was about 6'2, a big dude, and had - I kid you not - a mullet. I was like... damn. I walked toward him and smiled.
"Chad?" I asked him.
"No, dude," he told me. "Ernie."
"I'm Chad," someone called out. I turned around to see a hot-ass little dude come race-walking up the sidewalk.
"That's Chad," the dude with the mullet offered helpfully. I turned and asked him if they knew each other. "No, man... he just said his name was Chad!" the guy retorted, as if I was retarded. I turned back to Chad, who was apologizing for not being by the door. I extended my hand and we shook hands, and then he leaned in for a hug, much to my surprise. I gave him one back, and then I heard a female voice call out "CHAD!"
Damn... people from his college?
"That's our table, sir," he said quietly, turning to walk inside. I realized that the TGIF waitress had called his name, and I followed him in. Nobody had mentioned anything about eating... I thought, annoyed. Still, I was hungry, so I walked with them to the table and allowed her to seat us. Grrrrr, I thought; I'm gonna wind up shelling out dough for this shit. He looked at me and started to chuckle. "Sir... when you said meet in public I thought you meant like... eat in public. That's not what you meant, is it?"
I told him it was all good but, truthfully, I was a bit uncomfortable. I was used to walking with an AB into their room, or my room, and slapping them down on the bed, yanking off their drawers, and replacing them with a diaper. The conversation usually came later... and how the fuck were we going to get through a meal, during a very busy TGIF time, without conversation?
Plus I wasn't thrilled about dropping $40-50 for dinner.
Still, Chad was... hot. And I could tell already, just by the way he started to laugh when he realized how surprised I was, that I was going to like him.
So we ate dinner, and we talked.
Chad steered the conversation to diapers over and over and, despite my initial discomfort about talking about a sexual fetish at the dinner table, I went along.
The waitress offered dessert and we declined. A few minutes later she brought us our check and, before it was even on the table, Chad had whipped out his credit card like a six-shooter, placing it on top of the check which the waitress promptly continued back to the kitchen with.
"I didn't have time to get out my card," I told him.
"Nah, sir," he said. "I got this. You're providing me a service tonight, for free. The last I can do is pay for your meal first."
I was taken aback. I had totally thought this little college dude was some sort of gold digger looking for a freebie - and, truthfully, if he'd mentioned dinner first, I would have offered to pay. In fact, I'd gone back and forth on offering, anyway, and had planned to say something about it while we were looking over the check. Wait... we hadn't even looked over the check...
"What if she just brought the check for that table," I asked him, pointing to an obnoxiously loud table of twenty-something running down the middle of the dining room. "And you just blindly paid it without looking at it... what now?"
He laughed.
"Then I guess you're just gonna have to make this babysitting session worth it, sir," he told me.
(Note: I'd let him know that he didn't have to call me sir about three times. He didn't stop).
The waitress returned with the check, and Chad scooped it up and signed it.
"Let me see it," I said.
"It's ours, sir," he replied, refusing to pass it to me. "Check this instead!" He handed me his driver's license, and I looked it over. "See, sir? I'm legit!" His age was right, his name was really Chad, and he was from the city he'd said. Plus he'd paid for dinner.
"Allright, Chad," I said as we got up to leave the table. "I guess it's time for some... toddlerization."
"I've been waiting my whole life for this," he told me, sounding very serious. And, then, an admission: "Did you see how much water I gulped down during dinner? I'm probably going to go through five or ten diapers tonight..."
I had to laugh; a crowd had grown by the restaurant entrance, and Chad had been forced to raise his voice to be heard over them. I turned a sideways glance back toward the people lining the doorway, and it was clear that Chad's statement had been heard by... everyone.
Ballsy kid...
We drove to Chad's hotel. I toyed with the idea of bringing him to my place - I could already tell that I liked him, and he'd paid for my dinner. I typically avoid bringing people home that I don't know well... you have to be someone I've grown to trust before you come over to the pad. But I sense that this kid was trustworthy. Still, we were so close to his hotel, and I was ready to do some diapering. In the end, proximity won out.
We walked in and headed for the elevator. Just then some college girls came running up to Chad.
"Chad... where were you? We wanted to see if you would come to dinner with us..."
"Oh, I was having dinner with my friend," Chad replied. I'd half expected him to ask me to duck or pretend I didn't know him or something. Instead he began to introduce me to everyone. After I'd met everyone one of the girls asked me if I was in town for the event. I began to nod, figuring that would avert suspicion, but Chad cut in.
"No, he's from Orlando. He lives here," he told them. Only one of the girls gave me a funny look, and that only lasted long enough for another to break in with a statement that she wished she could move to Orlando. They all agreed, and I pictured them, kids from a country state and a country town, seeing Orlando as being pretty exciting. The girls left, and Chad and I got into the elevator.
"They are so annoying!" Chad told me as the elevator began to rise. "Seriously, I think all of them like me. I can't tell them I'm gay, but... I want to just to be left alone..."
"Oh, you're gay?" I asked him. We hadn't discussed it, and his profile hadn't specified.
"Umm... yea," he replied. "I mean... I'm asking a male to get me naked and put diapers on me. I figured it would be obvious." I could tell by his eyes that he was trying not to smile, and I had to laugh and roll my eyes. It wasn't obvious, I told him - and, besides, I'd diapered lots of straight boys. Probably more straight boys than not. "Well, I'm not straight. So you can diaper me and pretty much whatever," he concluded.
Now I was excited...
We walked into his room and he locked the door and bolted it.
"If my chaperone knocks, let me get it?" he asked. I nodded, and he told me "remind me I'm wearing a diaper, in case I forget?" He seemed serious, so I agreed.
I asked him if he had any diapers, but he reminded me he'd flown here. Lots of people fly with diapers, I told him. He seemed not to believe me, so I let it go and pulled out my selection.
"Oh, yay! Cushies!" he cried out. I shushed him and he replied with "You shush! I've wanted to wear Cushies ever since I first saw them online. I couldn't afford them. Thanks for bringing them!" I wanted to thank him for bringing his adorable ass, but I just nodded.
"I have to pissssss, sir," he told me. I asked if he'd like to use the toilet before we got started, and he looked at me funny. "This isn't getting my money's worth," he joked. "You're supposed to be telling me I can't use the toilet. I want my money back!"
I responded by walking to the bathroom door and closing it. He smiled. I walked over to him and gave him a little push, sending him down onto the bed in a seated position. I picked his feet up, pulling them over his head, and pulled his socks off at once. Tossing them onto the floor I grabbed his pants by the waistband.
"You sure you're ready for this?" I asked him. In a moment I would be seeing his naked winkie, and it would be too late to go back. He nodded vigorously and gave me a yes, sir. I tugged, and he was laying in a shirt and some 2Xist briefs. Hot...
I set a diaper, baby wipes, and powder down next to Chad, and then grabbed his underpants by the waistband. In a moment they were on the floor. I pulled Chad's feet together and up toward the ceiling, grabbed a baby wipe, and began to go to town on the kid's ass. His face turned red and he closed his eyes. His penis went from soft to hard to erect, and I laughed to myself. He opened his eyes, as if to confirm I was laughing, and then closed them again.
Ahhhhhh... he sighed.
"You okay?" I asked, digging in to his bum.
"Sir... I'm more than okay," he answered contentedly. "I've been dreaming about being diapered by someone since the day after I wasn't allowed to wear them anymore. You have no idea what this means to me..."
I was kind of taken aback.
"That's what I do... make dreams come true..." I quipped, not being able to think of anything else to say. Chad laughed and nodded.
"You have no idea, sir."
I looked out the window. The sun was setting and a huge plane was flying toward the runway, framed smack dab in the middle of it. It was a beautiful sight. And, smack dab in the middle of the mattress in front of me, another beautiful sight: Chad and his awesome bottom. I was in heaven: a nice hotel, an awesome hotel room, diapering one of the hottest college dudes I'd ever met - following a dope-ass dinner.
It seriously hit me all at once how lucky I was.
For all of the times that I've bitched to myself about the diaper lifestyle, or living in Orlando, or a hundred other things related to this fetish... I was in a situation I probably would not have found myself in if it were not for diapers.
I hope that God's not easily offended, because I won't lie: at that moment I looked out the window and up, and said "Thank you for Pampers..."
Coming Soon...
A Ride Through The Hood... and Chad Poops in Public...
Saturday, April 16, 2011
More Dman420: On The Potty... Kinda
More pictures from last weekend's photo shoot: Dman420. Today, a bunch of dope-ass pictures of him on the potty. Not that he'll need it...
After a few minutes in the bathroom, this dude was soaking wet, and a leaky diaper was leaving a little drippage on the floor... check out the soakedness...
...and lot's more hotness to come from this diaperkid.
Check out the whole Dman420 Series:
Visiting Orlando and want to pose for pictures?
Email: abysitter@gmail.com.
Contact Me...
I am on Yahoo instant messenger (YIM).
My screen name is abysitter.
I'm on a lot, although sometimes invisible.
I have a day job, with Tuesdays and Sundays off.
So a lot of the time, if you see me visible, it's nights and Tue/Sun.
I do like to chat by YIM, but it's hard
when you're on an iPhone using a chat client (Beejive, etc.),
as many of you know.
Still, I encourage you to hit me up...
...especially if you'll be visiting Orlando,
want to write an entry for the blog,
or have diaper pics to share.
The best way to reach me is via email:
abysitter@gmail.com.
But if you prefer to YIM, please do.
I just ask one favor:
Please... for the love of God... start your message
with something about you.
A link to your page on any diaper site would help.
A/S/L is not just for the 1990s.
Anything you can share would be helpful.
This week I literally got YIM messages from 25 people.
I'm not sure, but I think a few may have been the same dude.
Like, one guy using 3 or more different screen names.
I try to respond to everyone,
but starting off with a message of substance helps.
"Hey, this is Dave from Diapertopia.com...
we talked on the site in October 2002,
and I said I'd hit you up on YIM? Here I am."
Something like that would be perfect. Or...
"Hey, Cwis. This is Baby Mikey.
I'm a 27yo college baby from Iowa.
I enjoy your blog."
That's cool too.
Conversations that start with "Hey, dude..."
...not very helpful.
If I'm chillin' at home in a Pamper with nothing going on,
it's all good.
But often, I'm not.
This week I responded to messages from work.
Driving 75mph + on I-4.
On the peoplemover at the airport.
I even got out of the pool to respond to a text message.
And a bunch of those messages were...
"HI."
So please... start a conversation with the first part of a conversation.
If you're introducing yourself, introduce yourself.
And above all, please be patient...
...I do get back to nearly everyone, so just wait.
(No faking screen names, sir...)
Cwis
YIM: Abysitter
Email: abysitter@gmail.com
Text: 407-459-4675
If you're viewing this blog on a PC,
just click the envelope icon below.
Last thing... if I know you and we've talked recently,
or we have a daily YIM or text message convo that's been going on
for months or years,
ignore the above. =]
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Saggin'...
Fresh from a photoshoot in Orlando, some awesome Southpole & Cushie pics. If you know me, you know I love saggin'... not diapers, lol... jeans. I couldn't resist snappin' some saggage over the weekend... I think you'll agree these are hot.
Coming up this week... more Cushie pics... some changing pics... and some Bambino Teddies pics, too - all equally cute. Stay tuned...
The diaperboy is Dman420.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
One 18yo's ABDL Story - Audio
A few months ago I stumbled upon a video from an 18yo ABDL named Jason. Jason had two YouTubes and a blogger blog, with long, introspective videos and cute-as-FCK diaper closeup pictures. I hoped that he'd be active, as he'd done a lot of posting in the period of a month or so. Around the same time I found his blog he seemed to have taken a break.
I was listening to his video yesterday - and I say listening because even though both videos last more than five minutes, one shows nothing but ABDL products and the other nothing but the light in his bedroom. Anyway, I was listening, and I wanted to share his story with you. It sort of mirrors some of the What Makes Us Tick series I was working on, with your help, in late 2010. And it's entertaining.
I didn't want to snap up his YouTube video because, even though I have no qualms about featuring YouTubes from people wearing diapers who are clearly not ABDL, I don't know that I want to start putting up videos from members of the community who haven't agreed to allow their use. (That would make me like a lot of the other ABDL and spanking blogs I've seen which only feature pictures and no content - usually pictures of people who may not want them in the public domain).
I figured I'd post the audio file of the kid talking, juxtaposed with a crappy video I'd make. So, for the next six minutes - if it loads - enjoy Jason talking about his experiences growing up ABDL, and a video of two diapers, a pacifier, and some baby powder. And my beloved shark sheets.
Jason talks about:
- Sneaking diapers when he was a little kid...
- Making diapers out of doggy pads and other materials...
- Trying to hide diapers, only to have his mom find out...
- Going crazy once he turned 16 and was old enough to buy diapers himself.
I did all of those things. If you're a regular reader of my blog you know all about it. Most of you probably did to. But this kid tells the story detail after adorable detail. And, I have to admit... I just like the way he says the word diapers. =O
If Jason returns to diapers, and/or blogging, I will ask him to allow me to share more of what he's done. And, if any of you video blog and don't mind me sharing what you've got laid down, please email me at abysitter@gmail.com or contact me on YouTube: username is abysitter.
In the meantime, enjoy this story...
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Kinda Pricey, But...
No clue if this is legit, but someone sent it to me. Probably because it's right in my backyard. Mommies, Littles, $100/HR. Being a baby can apparently be expensive!
http://centralflorida.backpage.com/Domination/wednesday-abdl-role-playing-special-33/4505734
Michael Chiklis, Patton Oswalt - Twin Baby Boys?
The title of this blog says it all. I love The Commish, but this is No Ordinary Diaper Vid.
Hopsin: Diapered?
If you know me you know that I like rap and hip hop - especially frat rap, whiteboy rap, indie rap.
One of the artists I follow is a rapper named Hopsin. A funny exchange on his Facebook today... I'll let you find it.I want to see this go down... anyone else?
Friday, April 1, 2011
Baby Albums: Damien - Revised!
Up today, some pictures from Damien, a twenty year-old collegebaby from West Virginia. You may remember Baby Damien's messy vid from a few months ago, a video which will be returning soon. (Long story).
Up soon: some diaper close-ups from Damien, and his video.
Coming soon:
- Tyler, aka Little Diaper Baby
- More Ehren pictures
- More Tenleydiaper pictures
- Some new pictures, too!
And:
- A Chris-Meets-Baby Story... yay!
DO YOU HAVE DIAPER PICS TO SHARE?
(Sleeper pictures? Onesie pictures? Paci/baba pictures?)
All KINDS of pictures are welcome.
18+ only, of course.
Email: abysitter@gmail.com
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