Hall of Shame: And Super Creepy

Fetish? Not sure.
Creepy? Yes...

http://www.news-leader.com/article/20111031/NEWS12/110310359/0/NEWS12/?odyssey=nav%7Chead

Blog Update

During the year 2010, the first year I started keeping track of my blog views, Abysitter.com got just under 36,000 views - an average of 98 unique viewers each day.

So far in 2011 we're at 41,589 - an average of 139 unique daily views.

It's worth noting that, before I took my break from blogging in mid-July, the blog was averaging 151 per day... it's creeping back up, but there's still a bunch of people who don't know it's back...

I plan to finish the Baby Mikey story in the next week, then put up two stories and a column by guest entry writers, including the long-promised JesterBaby, next week. I've also got a few photo series coming... and, in November, I'll be announcing a story contest - with prizes just in time for the holidays.

I. NEED. YOUR. HELP!!

First, I am looking for guest entry writers. If you have a story to tell, please consider writing it up and emailing it to me for inclusion in the blog. I am looking for true stories about anything diaper-related (although I will also be introducing fictional stories into the blog soon.) I am also interested in community-related commentary. If you have something you've written, or want to write, hit me up with the idea and I will let you know if I can use it. You will get full credit, and if you become a regular contributor, your own dedicated subdomain. Think www.yournamehere.abysitter.com.

Second, I am looking for photos. If you are 18+ and have diaper pictures, please email them to me. I am looking for AB shots, DL shots, even diaper close-ups. Babyfur and cross-fetish photos are also welcome. All body types welcome. Snap some cuteness and send it!

NOTE: If you have previously submitted photos but have not yet seen them on the blog, feel free to send them again. I have had some email which was lost due to a device issue with email on my phone. Don't think I did not want your photos, just resend them!

Lastly, please help me spread the word. There are "share" buttons on this blog, and at the bottom of every single blog entry. If you see something you like, please tweet it, or update your status... or just tell a diaper friend? And if you see a list of ABDL sites on any website that doesn't cater to minors, please submit www.abysitter.blogspot.com for inclusion, or link me to it so I can.

I have been blogging since the end of 2008 - three years now. In that time Abysitter.com has seen 435 entries, more than thirty readers submitting photos, at least a half-dozen guest entry writers, and a whole lot of reader submissions.

I've been through a lot of personal stuff in the last few months, which is why I've been writing less. I want to thank each of my loyal readers who continue to check back daily, or weekly, even as I've slowed down my blogging speeds. Thanks, especially, to each of you who have submitted, or will submit, stuff to share with my readers.

Y'all are dope as fuck...

Keep reading... stay diapered...

Cwis

Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween!

This is one of my favorite holidays, the one in which closet ABDLs finally have an excuse to put on Pampers and parade to parties all across America.

Some costumes are corny as hell...

Other costumes are sexy as fuck...

And still others just leave us scratching our heads. 

Still, any day you can see hotties dressed in diapers is a great day indeed.

Below you'll find a whole selection of some of my favorite non-ABDL (I assume) diaper pictures. Many of these were taken on Halloween, although some appear to be fraternity party pics, New Year's pics, and even a possible Mardi Gras pic. 

Keep in mind many of the subjects in these pictures are not ABDL. 

Still, pretty fresh what they're wearing, right?

GOT HALLOWEEN PICTURES TO SHARE? EMAIL ME!

ABYSITTER@GMAIL.COM

18+ ONLY

Most creative costume? Maybe...

And, if you're not creative enough to create your own... blah:

GOT HALLOWEEN PICTURES TO SHARE? EMAIL ME!

ABYSITTER@GMAIL.COM

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The Times-Tribune

In the news: update on the Scranton kid diapered as punishment. Brave little kid. Being diapered as punishment makes me wonder if one or both of the parents were AB or something similar... anyone recognize their names?

Click here to read the article.

Commentary on Stanley Thornton - FOX News

Worth a read. From Fox News... an article about Stanley Thornton.

In The News: Diapers as a PFD?

I've always known diapers are a life-saver, but damn... here's an awesome story about a little girl who's life was saved - literally - by her disposable diaper:

http://mobile.sun-sentinel.com/p.p?m=b&a=rp&id=1058138&postId=1058138&postUserId=42&sessionToken=&catId=6556&curAbsIndex=0&resultsUrl=DID%3D6%26DFCL%3D1000%26DSB%3Drank%2523desc%26DBFQ%3DuserId%253A42%26DL.w%3D%26DL.d%3D10%26DQ%3DsectionId%253A6556%26DPS%3D0%26DPL%3D5

Update: Scranton 7yo Diaper Case

Kid's going to have problems. Glad it stopped at age 7...

http://www.wnep.com/wnep-lacka-boy-in-coffin-testifies-against-mom-her-boyfriend-20111024,0,7600819.story

Mikey & Me - Part VII

[CWIS'S NOTE]: If you are reading this series, keep in mind that you must read from the oldest entry, chronologically, to the newest entry, in order to understand the whole story. The first entry in the Me and Mikey series was posted September 11, 2011 so you can scroll to that date and read up from there...

Road Trip: New York - Summer 2011

Mikey and Me - Part VII

The days that me and Mikey spent on the boat were the hottest days of 2011. It was literally over 100° and the sun was beating down on the cabin turning it into an oven. We actually drove around in the air conditioned car and even went to see the new Harry Potter movie just to cool off. In short, it was fucking ridiculous.

After two days of complete uncomfortableness we decided to leave the boat and go spend some time at the cottage. I figured that being on the water and being able to go swimming would be nice, but air-conditioning would be even nicer. So we made the hour-long drive to the cottage, kicked my brother out for a few days, and made ourselves at home...

If you are a regular reader of my blog you probably know all about the cottage. It's the place that I spent my summers growing up, a place I've always loved - and the place that I discovered my diaper freedom starting as early as I was old enough to drive. At age 16 I would buy a package of Pampers and hit the road, heading to the cottage to spend a few days as the equivalent of a toddler. It has, in the years since, provided me with a place to transform myself into Cwis, as well as being a playground for myself and one or two lucky ABDLs.

Mikey and I had agreed that our time on the boat would be diaper-free for him. At the cottage, now, it was an entirely different story. We had only been there for a few hours when Mikey suggested that he banged out one of his diaper sessions that night.

"I want to get this out of the way," he told me. "Don't get me wrong, I don't have a problem with wearing diapers. But the ritual thing, I'd like to kind of get some of that done earlier in the trip rather than later..."

Mikey and I had spent a lot of time talking about our upbringings, my diaper fetish, his rocking, and a lot of other things related to all of this, so by this time I felt pretty comfortable. Still, each time he mentioned the ritual making him uncomfortable, it made me nervous. I was willing to not go through with it, but he would insist, and part of me really wanted to do it. When you have the opportunity to diaper one of your best friends, it's not something that you want to pass up. When you love a nice bottom, and your best friend happens to have one of the nicest bottoms you've ever seen, it's a double whammy... sigh...

So after a day of sitting in the air conditioning, and a dinner out in a nice air-conditioned restaurant, the two of us went back to the cottage and it was time to baby up. 

Mikey decided that he wanted to go for a swim, which was funny because all day long he passed up the opportunity, choosing instead to sit in front of an air conditioning vent. Now that I had pulled out the diapers and announced that I was ready, he suddenly wanted to go swimming. Hmm...

"You trying to get out of doing this?" I asked him suspiciously.

"Fuck no, bro," he assured me. "I just want to go for a swim..."

I agreed to allow for a short swim, on the condition that he agreed to allow me to pamper him the minute we returned to the cottage. 

"I don't get it," Mikey said. "Why can't we put them on now and then go swimming?"

I had to laugh. I have been going swimming in nothing but a diaper for over 10 years, but very rarely is anyone willing to go with me. Most of my friends who wear with me are afraid to do so outside of the walls of the cottage. Even after dark, most are hesitant to go swimming diapered, and I never press the issue. And along comes Mikey, this kid who is willing to crinkle down a hotel hallway without fear of being discovered, and he is asking why I don't want to go swimming in a diaper. Is this little drug-addicted artificial-ABDL straight boy my soulmate?

I put a Pamper on Mikey, and one on myself, got flip-flops for him and water shoes for me, and grabbed a flashlight. The two of us made our way down a long set of stairs to the beach, diapered, with only one towel between us. 

There was a full moon and the top of the water was lit up like daylight, so I was relieved that there didn't seem to be neighbors on either side of us. 

There is nothing more beautiful than this huge deep lake filled with moonlight, and when you have a beautiful boy in a diaper with you, it's magnified tenfold. I can't even begin to tell you how lucky I felt at the moment - the two of us at the edge of the water, dipping our toes in, Mikey standing there, in all of his muscled glory, in nothing but a disposable diaper. Giggling the entire time...

"You know what's fucked up?" he asked me.

"What?"

"You probably didn't think you were going to get me in a wet diaper," he told me. He was still giggling. "Looks like you are, after all..."

I waded into the water, going as quickly as I could with my shower shoes. The water was cold, but it felt good after such a hot day, and I couldn't complain. I walked up to the point where my diaper was covered and the water was up to my belly button. I turned and saw Mikey standing with only his feet in the water so far...

"You afraid?" I asked him. He shook his head and took a few more steps.

"This is freezing!" 

I laughed. It was cold, and I was sure that the uncomfortableness of being in a diaper probably didn't help anything for him. Mikey was tiptoeing closer to me, and finally got up to the point where his diaper was just starting to fill with water...

"Oh... my... God..."

I could tell by the look on Mikey's face that the water had entered his diaper. He let out a little yelp, and I thought to myself how cute he sounded. He started to giggle even more, and mentioned that he thought his penis was going to shrivel up in the diaper.

"If I seem extra little when you're changing me after this, it's because of this water..."

Once our diapers were waterlogged it became easier to tolerate the coldness. Mikey floated on his stomach, sticking that beautiful little bottom in the air. He dove underneath the water a few times, and came up with a surprised look on his face each time.

"There's a ton of seaweed down there!"

Or,

"Holy shit, there's so many rocks down there!"

Mikey seemed to be having the time of his life, and watching it was fun. 

And, on top of it all, Mikey had joined me in my lake, wearing diapers. As I alternated between gazing at the stars and the city lights - and stealing sideways glances at his ass - I marveled at how lucky I was to be in this situation.

"Bet I can kick your diapered ass in a swimming race," Mikey shouted. I laughed, and reminded him I'd been swim team captain when I was his age.

"Yea, but you're talking decades of time passing," Mikey teased. "But don't worry... just knowing I could beat you is enough!"

Mikey persisted with the mind games, and I finally had to school him. He was impressed as I passed him, but once I stopped swimming he'd switched gears...

"Let's see who can swim farther out!"

Before I could stop him, Mikey had begun to swim out towards the middle of the lake. Thirty seconds later he turned to see me standing in the same spot.

"Guess I win this one," Mikey shouted. He took a breath and started swimming again. Thirty seconds later he stopped, breathing heavy now. "Seriously... are you coming out?"

Mikey went to stand up and sunk underneath. He bobbed back up and, sounding surprised, asked how deep it was.

"Where you are? Or the lake itself?"

"Both?" Mikey replied. I explained that he was floating twenty feet above the bottom, but that the lake itself was much deeper.

"Yea, right, Chris... there is no way this lake is that deep!"

I assured Mikey that I was being truthful, then explained that the lake's depth had been the cause of several drownings over the years.

"Get the fuck out!" Mikey replied, almost shouting. "People have died here?"

I explained that they had, and then continued...

"The lake is so deep they sometimes never find the bodies. These college kids' parents spent a few years paying divers, and even hired a sub. Nothing..."

I waited for Mikey to say something. Instead I heard breathing. Heavy breathing. The sound of someone hyperventilating...

"Chris... I can't touch..."

I swam out to Mikey and grabbed him, helping him to shallower water. After a minute or two he calmed down.

"Chris... you can't say that."

I'd been upset when I'd first heard about college students whose bodies would probably never be found, too. But Mikey was tough and I hadn't been prepared for how hard he was going to take it...

But Mikey continued...

"I don't want to see a body, Chris. Let's go..."

Wait... what?

Mikey was still breathing heavy. I put my hands on his shoulders and told him to calm down - there would be no bodies we would see.

"Are you suuuuuuure?" he asked me. I could tell he didn't believe me - and that he was scared.

"Give me a hug," I suggested. Mikey put his arms around my neck and pulled himself up, wrapping his legs around me. I put my hands on his diaper, supporting his bottom - and feeling his diapered behind at the same time.

If you've never felt a diaper underwater, I highly suggest it. The material in the diaper that absorbs wetness absorbs water; it becomes saturated and kind of hardens against the diaper wearer's bottom. It feels hot as fuck...

I held Mikey for at least five minutes, rubbing his bum and back as he held on tightly, trembling a little. I wasn't sure if he was cold or scared, but he was quiet, so I was too. After five minutes he chastised me for giving him a scare.

"You shouldn't tell people about the bodies while they're so deep," he told me.

I apologized.

"Thanks for rescuing my ass," he continued. I nodded and continued to rub his bottom as I started to walk us in.

"And now that we're in shallow water, I'll just say this once. I definitely do NOT want to see a dead body. But if it meant we could call some kid's parents and tell them their son had been found... that'd be worth it..."

Awwwwww.

This was a good kid.

We were in shallow water now, and I put Mikey down. He took one last look at the water, and pledged to return the next day - maybe during daylight hours, though.

"I'm ready to get a fresh diaper on and climb into bed," Mikey declared. "Swimming with Cwis tires a baby out!"

We started across the beach and Mikey stopped several times. In the moonlight I could see half of his ass - his diaper was waterlogged and drooping, almost to the point of falling off. He kept stopping, adjusting, and finally gave up, hiking it up with his hands.

"So diapers have a limit," he finally said, laughing. 

"Yea," I replied. "And yours has met its..."

We both chuckled. I told Mikey to stop, and then reached around him, untaping his diaper tape by tape. His diaper fell to the ground, and he stood in front of me, nude.

"That diaper must have worn a pound," he declared. He turned and bent over, picking it up, and then wrung it out over the side of the deck. He handed me the remnants and I bagged it, doing the same with mine before heading inside.

"No damp bottoms on the furniture," I told Mikey, and he quickly scooted into the floor. I went in to the bedroom and put some shorts on, then grabbed diaper/powder/wipes and returned to the living room. Mikey lay on the floor, pulling on his penis, trying to make it longer.

"Told you it's be littler," he told me, giggling. "Shrinkage..."

"It's about to be covered with a Pamper, so little works," I told him. He'd said the word little several times, but when I said it Mikey's face turned red. I could see this was something he was sensitive about...

"Feet up," I ordered. Mikey looked hesitant but then complied. Still, he looked worried...

"You good?" I asked him.

"I'm good, Cwis. Except... I gotta go potty..."

To Be Continued...

The Baby

Here's a review of 1970s movie "The Baby", a cult shock/awe film about - well, an adult baby.

Anyone seen it?

Anyone got it?

Anyone got an iPhone version? Hit me up!!!

http://blogs.commercialappeal.com/the_bloodshot_eye/2011/10/baby.html

Poop, There It Is...

You know that absolutely obnoxious commercial for Luvs diapers starring the cartoon babies who are having a contest to see who can fill their diapers the most? Recently voted the shittiest ad in America by readers of The Consumerist.

I agree!

Read on...

http://newsfeed.time.com/2011/10/20/a-smelly-spot-luvs-diaper-commercial-voted-worst-ad-in-america/

Mikey and Me - Part VI

[CWIS'S NOTE]: If you are reading this series, keep in mind that you must read from the oldest entry, chronologically, to the newest entry, in order to understand the whole story. The first entry in the Me and Mikey series was posted September 11, 2011 so you can scroll to that date and read up from there...

Road Trip: New York - Summer 2011

Mikey and Me - Part VI

Our next stop was the boat. For anyone who doesn't know, I have a sailboat in upstate New York, which I lived on summers before I moved to FL and which I stay on when I return home during summer vacations. Mikey and I would be spending a few days on the boat. It had already been determined that these days would be diaper-free for Mikey, due in part to his excitement about spending time on a boat - something he'd never done - and the small size of the boat. I, myself, would be diapered nightly, however. 

The boat is, for me, sort of a floating cradle. At night I'll close the curtains, shut the hatch, and Pamp up. Most nights are hot and, short of a hi-velocity fan and the breezes blowing through the marina, it can be sticky. Stripping down to a Pamper is a great way to beat the heat.

And, Pampers have a second side-benefit, as well: they let me avoid the trip to the restroom. 

My boat has a 'head' - a toilet and sink. But I found out, in the very first year, that using it isn't worth it. Urine in a holding tank, when heated by the sun, begins to stink. Under way we piss over the side, or go in for a swim; in the marina, the long walk to the bathhouse (or the public bathroom at the other end of the marina) is a nightly tradition. 

But not for me.

When some of my non-diaper friends come over they prefer to piss in cups and throw them over the side. This is non-hygenic and probably illegal; still, I gave up trying to stop them a long time ago. It's something that a ton of boat owners do, which is especially funny when you see some of the same ones pouring piss into the marina swimming in it the next day. 

I don't subscribe to the cup method. I diaper up, soak that motherfucker, and change in the morning. So convenient...

A gentleman in a neighboring boat asked me once if I have a bladder of steel... he was up four or five times overnight to use the bathroom, and didn't see me once. I wanted to tell him my secret - I felt bad for the guy. Plus, his stomping up and down the dock all night... so annoying.

Our first night on the boat, I diapered up, and Mikey stripped down to his boxers. We'd stopped for coffee - we probably had fifty cups each during the time he was in New York - and this kid had to pee less than ten minutes on the boat. I'd walked him to the bathhouse, and then to the public restroom, and showed him where the key was. I stepped off to take a piss before I diapered up, and Mikey did the same. Twenty minutes later I was laying in bed, but Mikey had to piss again. Off he went and, ten minutes later, he was back. 

"Forgot to put on my flippy flops," he told me, grimacing. "Stepped on sharp rocks. Remind me the next time I gotta go... "

I was tired, but Mikey wanted to talk. We talked about his singing career, my job, and the boat. I shared stories about purchasing it - I'd found the boat and taken pictures of it, framing them and putting them on my wall before I even bought it, my incentive to work eighty hour weeks to pay for it. Mikey told me about saving for a studio, and we both talked about goals, goals we'd met and goals we want to meet. And things we wished we'd done differently...

Eventually the conversation turned to diapers. 

Mikey was still curious... he wanted to know more. I'd let him read my Message blog entry, which Mikey hadn't seen, and he was interested. 

"I like how you try to take a group of people who might have issues about their behavior and try to make them feel more... normal, I guess," Mikey told me. "I try to do the same thing with my music. I'm the abysitter of song..."

I laughed, and recounted some of the abies I've helped through difficult situations. Mikey told me about people who'd posted on his MySpace telling him about how his music had helped them through difficult times. 

"Maybe I'm the Mikey of diapers," I corrected him, and he laughed.

"I want to do what you do, bro," he told me. 

"Wear diapers?" I joked. "You can..."

"Already have, bro," he continued, laughing. "I want to do a blog."

I asked him what kind of blog he wanted to do, figuring he was talking about music. Then he explained that he wanted his to be about rocking.

"I want to be the abysitter for rockers. I want people who rock to come to my blog and feel better about themselves," he told me. "I've been thinking a lot about this. Your blog is for this tiny little community, but it's got so many readers - "

"There's thousands of us, bro," I corrected him, cutting him off. He raised his eyebrows.

"Thousands?!"

"Yessir," I nodded. "Thousands. There's a few dozen websites, and they all have hundreds of members. It's crazy."

I could see the wheels turning in Mikey's head.

"I don't think there's a single community for rockers," Mikey told me, sounding excited. "I could start our community..."

I mentioned that my community was driven in part by the fact that it was a fetish, and that most rockers probably didn't have the same motivation to join a community, but Mikey pointed out that rocking is something most people who rock do while they're sleeping... so who knows. We both laughed.

"I have to piss," I told him. I was annoyed. I hadn't made the late-night walk to the boathouse in the two weeks before he'd come but now, due to my statement that I didn't mess in diapers being turned into not using diapers, I was forced to use a toilet. I put shorts on and Mikey joined me, and we walked to the bathroom together. 

I stepped into a stall and pulled my diaper down a little. It crinkled loudly, and Mikey giggled.

"What's the crinkling, Cwis?" he asked me. He was loud, and I wondered if anyone outside could hear him. "Sounds like someone's got a Pamper and he's twying to be a big kid... I'm pwoud of you..."

I had to laugh. Mikey talking to me about potty training was adorable. He had a knack for making me feel little, even if he was just joking. I couldn't wait for my bottle, and I told him...

"Want one tonight?" he asked me, in seriousness. "I'll give you one..."

"Nah," I replied. "Thanks though. Got no milk, there's nothing to warm it with, and I don't want to waste my bottle feeding on the boat."

"Who says there's only gotta be one?" he asked me. "Want me to swing past Dunkin Donuts and ask them to warm up a bottle? I'll tell them I've got a colic-y baby who won't sleep..."

We both giggled, and as we walked out the door another boater was fumbling with his keys to the bathhouse. Mikey giggled uncontrollably as we walked back to the boat.

"That guy got an earful," Mikey laughed. "I wonder what he thought?"

I might have to see the guy again, and mentioned that fact to Mikey. Could be embarrassing, I told him. 

"I bet it's more embarrassing when he walks down the dock and sees me giving you a baby bottle," he laughed. I told him to shush, and he repeated the words baby bottle, louder than before. 

"Last chance to go get some milk," Mikey told me. I relished the fact that he seemed eager to be willing to give me a bottle, and told him so. He smiled. "I'm like a natural-born father, Chris," he told me, suddenly seeming very serious. "I have little cousins I've taken care of, and my ex had a kid. I've done a lot of diaper changes - don't get any ideas - and I've given a lot of bottles." 

I told Mikey that, if his music career didn't work out, he might have a future in abysitting. He laughed. 

"If it pays enough, I might just do it..."

Mikey explained that he wanted to be a father, but wanted to do music, too. Plus, his struggles with addiction had made him afraid to father any little Mikeys - a smart decision, I told him. 

We lay back down, Mikey still talking about his parenting aspirations and addiction. I lay and listened, and got some real insight into Mikey, his life, and some of the reasons he'd had so many of the problems he'd had. One thing about the boat.... it brings out the conversation. After a while we went back into the cockpit, Mikey smoking and me listening to him talk. We watched some shooting stars, continued talking, and went belowdecks again. I lay down, Mikey lay in the berth across from mine and, as I began to doze off, Mikey picked up my iPhone, put the headphones in, and began to rock.

"Night Cwis," Mikey called out, and I said good night. I closed my eyes and, as Mikey rocked, the boat began to rock with him. 

I wanted to stay awake to enjoy the rocking motion, but there's one thing about rocking... it puts you to sleep. Five or ten minutes of the boat rocking back and forth and I was out... 

Around 3 a.m. I woke up having to piss.

Grrrrrrr.

Another walk to the bathroom and, upon my return, Mikey was in the cockpit.

"You should have waited for me, bro," he told me. "I had to piss, too..."

I offered to walk back with him, but he shook his head.

"I peed in a cup and tossed it over," he whispered. "Don't be mad?"

I rolled my eyes, crawled back down to my berth, and went back to bed. Mikey finished his cigarette and came down, sitting next to me for a few minutes. 

"Bet you're the only person wearing a diaper that just took a five-minute walk to use a toilet," he teased me, giggling. "You could just piss over the side, you know..."

I wanted to piss in my Pamper, like I always did, but I just mumbled something about not minding the walk. 

Mikey began rocking, I was out again, and we both slept soundly til morning...

To Be Continued...

Baby Pics: Baby Spencey

Some new pictures from Baby Spencey, our midwestern collegebaby. Spencey has been contributing pics to the blog for nearly two years now; see the whole series at www.babyspencey.abysitter.com.

Thanks Spencey!

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Got pics you'd like to share? Hit me up! Email abysitter@gmail.com. 18+. 

Hall of Shame - Maybe: Florida

In the NOT COOL category: someone is driving around Lake Mary, FL tossing dirty adult diapers out onto the street. It's been going on daily for three years, and residents have grown tired of the cleanup.

The suggestions are a nursing home skimping on waste management or an illegal adult day care. But when I read this I thought: ABDL.

As a kid I would occasionally throw used diapers out of my car. Fear of them being found made me afraid to throw them away at home, afraid to have them in public. I've told you the story of my friend seeing a diaper draped over a tree branch and calling me on it...

Still, reading these stories makes me think someone in Lake Mary, FL is just being mean.

If it IS one of us, it needs to stop. Immediately.

Not again. Ever.

Tossing messy diapers onto public streets is disgusting. Making a habit of it is depraved.

Hope it's not one of us.

Read on...

WDBO.com: Lake Mary Cops Investigate Dirty Diapers

MyFoxOrlando: Lake Mary Neighbors Deal With Diaper Bandit's Dirty Work

The Sun-Sentinel: Dirty Diapers Lake Mary - Breaking News

And, if that wasn't disgusting enough, from Ocala, FL: a serial defecator who gets his jollies pooping at area elementary schools. He even leaves notes!

Anyone recognize this creep?

Probably not a member of our community, but if he is, and you know him, help him get the mental help he needs...

MyFoxOrlando: Serial Defecator Caught on Camera

Hall of Shame: Los Angeles

Man accused of keeping kidnapped woman in box to be arraigned - latimes.com. ABDL? Who knows.

http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lanow/2011/10/a-monterey-park-yogurt-shop-owner-is-facing-kidnapping-and-attempted-murder-charges-for-abducting-a-female-employee-and-keepi.html

Hall of Shame: Scranton, PA

Probably not ABDL related - we hope - but this story out of Scranton, PA is crazy as fuck:

http://m.cbsnews.com/blogsstorysynopsis.rbml?&feed_id=71&catid=20116174&videofeed=null&nb_splitPage=1