Baby Albums: CuteBabyMikey

Up tonight, I have a photoset from someone new: CuteBabyMikey. He actually goes by the nickname Baby Mikey on the sites, but since I already have a photo contributor named Baby Mikey, plus a story subject who I'd already pseudonymed Baby Mikey, and I am friends with a third Baby Mikey on a few of the websites, we added the "cute" to make things less confusing. And, also, because it's true...

Got photos to share? 18+ to abysitter@gmail.com. And expect to see more from CuteBabyMikey soon...

Name: Mikey

Age: 26 going on 2

Location: Philadelphia

Email: michaelwilner85@yahoo.com

sn on diaper sites: michaelwilner85

• When did you first realize you were ABDL?

When i was very young...wanted to be back in diapers almost as soon as i was out of them.  

• What steps did you take to get your diaper 'fix' as a child and/or teen?

First time was when i was 12 and i got the courage up to go get some goodnites from the local pharmacy.  Biked there and back while i was home alone.  Another time, I stole some diapers from my younger cousin while i was staying at their house

• Do your parents and/or siblings know about you and diapers? If so, please explain how, and how they reacted?

No, no one in my family knows (to my knowledge).

• Have you dealt with the shame and regret that is the binge/purge cycle? Please explain.

Yes...until a few years ago when i finally accepted it as part of me...probably around the same time I came out.

• For collegebabies/DLs, did this interest affect your college experiences? If so, how?

Wore diapers occasionally in college...might have roomed by myself senior year because of it...but probably worth it

• How has this fetish affected your social life and/or dating? Married life? Parenting?

Tried to date guys who have the same fetish and like to take care of me...tough to do though and i've dated guys who aren't into diapers (at least that i know of) and it sorta leaves part of me out of the relationship...

• Some experts believe that we become the way we are because of traumas experienced at an early age, including abuse and/or neglect. Do your life experiences bear this out?

No...parents are awesome and never had any traumas. My family is really great and couldn't have been more supportive of me when i came out.

• For the little dunces, please tell us about what it was like to discover this fetish/lifestyle on the Internet. Please be at least 18 at the time of writing, but be specific about what age you discovered it, what sites helped you, and keep this part PG for obvious reasons.

The internet was really helpful (except when my parents saw some of my internet history when i was younger).  At first i thought i was the only person in the world who wanted to be back in diapers...then i realized there were a whole bunch, and things got a lot easier.  I didnt think i was quite so strange or alone and then i started to talk to some people online and found a great community (albeit with a few weirdos).

   

• Do your interests involve a subset of this community, such as babyfurs, diaper disciplinarians, wet/messy, sissybabies etc.? Please tell us about it. I won't even try to be specific here; just tell us what you think people should know.

Well, I'm definitely an ab...I like a daddy to take care of me and change my diapers when i need.  also know that sometimes i'm a naughty boy and need to be spanked

• What % of your sexual activities and/or masturbation incorporate diapers? Has this caused problems for you?

Probably like 25%....hasn't caused a problem yet. 

• If you get into the regression aspect of ABDL please tell us more about that. If you do not, and you have feelings about being lumped into a fetish involving it, explain how it makes you feel.

I do get into being regressed.  I really like being turned back into a little boy and being taken care of by a daddy or big bro.  I like for them to be in control and give me a bath or diaper change when i need.  like my paci and my bunny and i like being dressed in baby clothes (onesies, sleeper, shortalls, etc.).  i like being taken out in diapers too...sometimes i know that i'm a naughty little boy and need to be spanked and put in the corner... 

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In The News: Update

Imagine you are an eight-year-old boy who comes home with grades that don't please your parent.

Now imagine your parent is a worthless piece of white trash lesbian scum.

That's the reality for the little boy in the story below.

(And, from having heard a lot of your stories as I have blogged over the years, I know it was the reality for some of the people who found their way into this fetish as well.)

In this particular case, the beauties you'll see in the photos if you click the link forced their eight-year-old academically-challenged son to remain awake for hours, eat nothing but bread and water, and wear a diaper in public, including to his karate classes.

Thank God there are people in the world will realize this is not how children are supposed to be treated. They called 911, and while it took child services months to make all of this right, they eventually did.

Let us hope the jury makes things right this month and sends these two pieces of trash to the landfill where they belong.

http://www.kspr.com/news/kspr-trial-set-for-ozarks-woman-accused-of-making-8-year-old-child-wear-a-diaper-in-public-20120126,0,5375044.story

Mikey & Me - Part IX

[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 IX

I woke up early the next morning, but Mikey had risen even earlier. I heard the soft strumming of his guitar coming from somewhere outside. Probably couldn't wait to get that diaper off, I thought, a little annoyed. It was MY job to change the diapers around here. 

I walked out into the living room, listening to the music as I rounded the corner into the kitchen. Coffee on, I turned to find my friend. I noticed his clothing, still sitting on the dining room chair where I'd placed it the night before. Hmm...

The music was coming from the porch overlooking the lake. Mikey was singing now, and I slid open the screen door and walked out onto the porch. There sat Mikey, hunched forward a little cradling his guitar, strumming away - dressed in nothing but a diaper. 

His smile was huge. 

"This is actually pretty comfortable," he told me, pausing for a moment. I rolled my eyes and pointed out the sounds of neighbors on both sides, and he laughed and went back to playing - and singing. 

"I see you next door, and I'd like to invite ya... but I'm wearing a big diaper..."

I had to laugh. I sat down across from him and he put on a show, singing and strumming away, a song or two with diaper references and some without. The Mr. Coffee beeped and I stood up and turned to go in. 

"I hope there's enough for two of us!" he exclaimed, stopping singing again. I turned and gave him a confused look, explaining that I made a cup of coffee for me and a bottle of Infamil for him. He laughed. "Yea, right... I'll just toddle off next door and ask the neighbors for some coffee..."

His lack of fear made me think that he meant it. 

I poured the coffee and creamer, and was walking across the living room with both cups when Mikey shot up from his seat and came inside. 

"Bro... I was just tuning my guitar and I looked over and there was your neighbor, out on his porch!" he told me.

"Do you think that he saw you?" I asked him. He nodded vigorously. 

"Yea, bro... he was just standing out there, leaning over the railing, watching. He waived to me..."

We were both silent for a minute, and then Mikey broke in with "Well, good thing I probably wont' see that guy again, right?" He took his coffee and walked back out onto the porch, sitting his diapered ass on the patio chair. He waived to the neighbor, and I walked out onto the porch and joined him. From the far distance between properties, and the fact that my neighbor is easily in his 80s, I hoped that my boy's disposable diaper would be undiscernible from a pair of shorts or underpants. But like Mikey had said, he probably wouldn't see my neighbors again... and I would see them a full year later. Fuck trying to change now... the damage had already been done. 

"Today isn't a diaper day, is it?" I asked. I knew that it wasn't, but I thought it couldn't hurt to put the possibility out there - and I was glad I did. 

"Today is going to be a Free Diaper Day, bro," Mikey told me. He looked up at me, probably to try to see my reaction. I looked confused, so he continued. "I'm throwing in today as a bonus, Cwis. All day, diapers on. No 'ritual' though. Just a free bonus..." 

I stood up, walked over, and gave him a hug. He laughed. 

"I knew that would make your day, bro."

And it did. Mikey and I rolled around the city, visiting friends and running errands. We stopped and ate lunch on a restaurant on a pier, and in the evening drove more than an hour to visit a friend and have dinner at a lakefront seafood shack. 

And everywhere we went, Mikey crinkled. 

It was awesome. Not only did he crinkle, but he made as many references to the fact that he was diapered as possible. It was obvious that he could tell that I was enjoying it, and Mikey ran with it. At the restaurant we had lunch at, he asked the waitress where the men's room was; as she began to answer him he interrupted her, saying "Oh, my bad... never mind, I just remembered, I'm all set." The confused look on her face was priceless. At dinner the friend we were visiting proposed going for a walk onto Great Lakes Pier. We stopped off to a men's room first, and my friend asked Mikey if he didn't have to go. Mikey told him he was all set, and when we walked into the bathroom my friend turned to me and said, "Dude... is that kid wearing a diaper?" I laughed and asked if he thought everyone I knew wore diapers, and he laughed back, and then pointed out that I hadn't answered his question. 

"Ask Mikey," I told him, flushing and walking out. As my friend exited the men's room I called him out. "Mikey, Bill has something he'd like to ask you," I said. Bill looked embarrassed, and then spit out something about wondering when Mikey had learned to play the guitar. Mikey must have overheard our conversation in the bathroom, because he answered, cooly:

"Bro, I've been playing the guitar since I was in diapers." 

Haha!!

We walked along the pier, the Lake Ontario waves crashing up almost hitting us. My friend kept walking as close to the waves as possible, jumping out of the way at just the last minute. Finally, WHAM! one splashed him. We all laughed, and I told him "Bro... you thought you could tempt Poseidon and stay dry forever?" Mikey laughed, turned to my friend, and said "Now we're all three wet." My friend, who has always had a curiousness about ABDL but a real discomfort with it too, just shook his head, speechless. 

After our walk on the pier we went back to my friend's house, where Mikey entertained the neighbors with a mini-concert. Mikey is one of the best singers I've ever heard, and plays a mean guitar, too, and a little crowd gathered on the street to listen to him play. On our way back to the cottage an hour later Mikey was doing a little bragging. 

"You said you always wanted to see one of my shows, bro," he told me. (Most of his shows were at venues around the west coast and northeast, and even when he'd lived in Orlando his only show I couldn't make it too. Then he turned to me, a serious look on his face, and said "That show was for you, Chris. And I hope it meant even more to you to know that I did the whole show wearing a diaper."

It did, I told him. And I thanked him. 

"Bro, you've been there for me for a while now. When my own family didn't answer their phones, you did. You've helped me in so many ways..."

He trailed off, and we were both silent for a while. 

"Seriously, Cwis... if I could wear diapers for you for even longer, I would."

Ahhh... the motivation behind the free diaper day. 

"If you could wear diapers for me even longer, I'd be happy as fuck, Michael," I told him. "But just knowing that you've worn them this week as part of our 'deal' - and you're wearing them even more than you have to... you have no idea." 

He nodded. 

"You don't understand," I told him. "I've diapered SO MANY guys. So many. In our community there are some really, really tight people I've gotten to meet. But there's so much drama, too. I never know the motivations behind the people I'm diapering, sitting... and the few people I've gotten to diaper who've become real, true friends live so far away. Having the chance to diaper someone who's actually a friend..."

"I understand, Cwis," Mikey interrupted me. I wondered how he possibly could. 

"It's either diapering ABDL people who I don't really get a chance to know, or paying people to wear diapers like I used to in New York," I continued. "I know you're not into diapers, but... you've been so cool about it, and the fact that we're actually friends - "

"You're like a big bro, actually," he interrupted. 

" - bros, then... it's made me completely relaxed. Completely, totally relaxed. This has, quite honestly, been one of the best weeks I've ever had."

"That's awesome, bro," Mikey said. I could tell that he meant it. Then he turned to me. "Bro, I owe you way more than this ten days. So I'll tell you what... I'm just gonna wear the rest of the time that I'm here. Is that okay?"

Haha... wtf do YOU think I said?

On the way back to the cottage it occurred to me: I hadn't really seen Mikey use the bathroom all day. 

When the fuck did this kid use the toilet? 

So I asked him. 

He laughed. 

"Bro... I peed twice today. Once after lunch, and once after dinner."

I mulled that over. He'd pretty much been with me all day. How had I not noticed? I wondered if he'd whipped it out in the park while Bill and I were in the men's room. 

"I never noticed," I told him. Hoping he'd explain more. Instead, he took my hand, pulling it towards him, and resting it on his lap. I looked at him quizzically, and he moved my fingers up over his waistband and down into his diaper. It was soaked. 

"I've been wet since lunch, bro," he told me. "Why do you think I said that shit to your friend? I just assumed you were wet too."

No, I told him - I'd gone to the bathroom a few times through the day. We hadn't brought extra diapers... to change...

"What kind of sitter are you?" he joked, feigning a look of disgust. "Who doesn't bring a diaper bag along for long trips? That's neglect, plain and simple..."

I had to laugh. 

"How do you do it, bro?" he asked me. "I mean, do you pull it out over the top, or..."

I declined to answer, telling him I couldn't share my secrets. Couldn't have Mikey's ass doing the same thing.... the fact that he was willing to traipse around in a wet diaper in public... pretty fucking tight. 

We got back to the cottage, and walked from the car into the cottage, Mikey's diaper surely slogging the whole time. He turned to me at the door and said:

"Now, I do have limits. And one of them is poop. So if you don't mind, Baby Mikey needs permission to drop this diaper and head straight to the potty."

Permission granted...

TO BE CONTINUED...

CWiS GETS ABYSAT

Sitting on Sunday!

I am excited.

I have literally done no babysitting since my New York vacation. Tomorrow I will have my first sitting session in almost 6 months. For me this is a tragically long dry spell...

It has been six months since I spent 10 days in New York with one of my best friends in diapers. After I got back to Florida I really didn't have the urge to diaper anyone for a while, and I turned down a few chances to meet visitors to Orlando. 

Tomorrow I will be spending the day with a freshman from the University of Central Florida. He found me through my blog. When he first e-mailed me he told me he been reading my blog for a while, and had wanted to be babysat for even longer. 

As I almost always do, I asked him to link me to his profile on a diaper website. When he told me he refuses to join diaper sites, I was dubious.

I then asked him to send me a picture of himself. He sent me a picture that look like he ripped it right off of a model website, and I was downright skeptical. 

Still, I know that some people are very afraid of using their real pictures when it comes to diaper fetish activities, so I tried to be understanding. 

After a lot of texting back and forth I agreed to meet him at Starbucks for coffee. Imagine my surprise when the person in the picture actually walked into Starbucks. 

He looked straight at me, nodded, and went straight up to the counter. I chuckled to myself. What were the chances that this kid had actually sent me a picture of some other random who just happened to walk into Starbucks while I was sitting there?! Hmm...

A few minutes later he walked over to the pickup counter, and then a minute later he walked towards me with two big cups of coffee. He set one down in front of me, and sat down next to me.

"I read on Abysitter.com that you're impressed when other people treat," he said. 

Then he pulled out his drivers license and slapped it down onto the table.

"Bam. 19. What?"

Then, after that spectacle, he finally introduced himself.

Tomorrow we will meet again, and he will be toddlerized for the first time since he was actually a toddler.

He has made me swear that I will not take any pictures, and has already vowed to search the entire apartment for hidden cameras before we begin.

He has also told me that he doesn't want anyone else to stop by during our session, and although I've already explained several times that I have very few local friends in the ABDL community, he has seen fit to warn me several times that he will be ready to get dressed and leave if anyone surprises us.

I am excited, not only because I have the chance to diaper a drop-dead hot straight boy who's actually into this, but because I have the chance to give him his first experience - and because I have the chance to help mold him before he is 'contaminated' by anyone else.

I had the chance to do this with another Orlando-area college student four years ago. I let it pass, and by the time I was ready... too late. It's been one of my biggest ABDL regrets. This time I made sure it wouldn't happen again.

So I'm excited. And, if you're a friend, hopefully you're excited for me.

There will be no pics, but I'll definitely let you know how it goes.

AND IF YOU'RE AN ORLANDO COLLEGE STUDENT WHO READS MY BLOG BUT HAS NOT YET REACHED OUT - DO IT TODAY.

Cwis

Column on Sex & Diapers

A great column on sex and infantilism. Worth a read!

http://www.easttennessean.com/mobile/pampering-our-fetishes-1.2745604

DPF: RIP

In researching for my upcoming GUIDE TO ABDL I went searching for website info, and found this.

On the one hand, I knew that DPF.com was long-defunct, a relic of the past in the world of ABDL.

On the other hand, it's still sad to see my diaper history erased a little more.

RIP: Diaper Pail Friends.

J - Pt. 2

More pictures from J, a 21yo AB/DL. 

Have pics to share? This blog gets more than 130 AB/DL viewers on the daily, so if you have some hot shots like these you want people to see, email me: abysitter@gmail.com. Must be 18+ and the photos must be of you (or taken by you with permission to distribute). 

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J

Up today I have some exclusive pictures from J. He's 21 and a regular on ABDLC and other websites, but you may not have seen these pictures before. They're tight! FYI: I'll have more from J tomorrow.

I've also thrown up J's answers to my recent questions blog. I've gotten some really good answers from y'all, but I've actually gotten more questions than answers. Check out the following example, then email me your own response... abysitter@gmail.com.

Thanks, J!

• When did you first realize you were ABDL? Well from what I can remember I was about eight or ten, around there. I am not sure what the reason was behind it, but I just became so interested in diapers.

• What steps did you take to get your diaper 'fix' as a child and/or teen? Well my one cousin was still so young that he still used pull-ups so I ended up taking a couple whenever he was in town to visit with his parents.

• Do your parents and/or siblings know about you and diaper? If so, please explain how, and how they reacted? Yes, my mom and my brother know. I won't say it went extremely well, but its something that just not talked about because that's just how my family is.

• How has this fetish affected your social life and/or dating? I mean I deff looked online for a long time for other abdls and I knew that I probably would never find someone in my area that was interested, because I know that some people still would not share that online.

• Some people have pointed out their observation that a larger-than-average number of multiple birth babies (twins, etc.) rep the ABDL lifestyle. If you are one of these, please explain what effect, if any, you feel this may have had on your ABDLishness. Actually yes I am a twin, but I am the only one(that I know of) that is an abdl.

• For the little dunces, please tell us about what it was like to discover this fetish/lifestyle on the Internet. Please be at least 18 at the time of writing, but be specific about what age you discovered it, what sites helped you, and keep this part PG for obvious reasons. Oh gosh, I was about 16 when I first started wondering about it. One of the first sites I saw was Deekers Diaper Page and I fell in love with all the stories and fiction. It was great,

• What % of your sexual activities and/or masturbation incorporate diapers? Has this caused problems for you? Well with my fiancee its about 15 percent of our sex life, because we don't want to be a primary source for arousement, but also he doesn't want me to lose that part of me. As for masturbation, most if not all things I look for online due incorporate diapers in some way.

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Milk: It Does A Body Good

 

I have noticed that there seems to be a subset of alternative fetish pictures on the blogosphere which includes one that involves milk.

Anyone else seen this?

I have to say... it's pretty hot.

If anyone has more info, links, etc. hit me up...

Baby Album: Baby Alee

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Up next: a few cute 'baby pics' from Baby Alee.

You may remember Alee from my 'What Makes Us Tick' series from 2010, and you'll see more of him in my upcoming ABDL Guide. Til then, enjoy the pictures...

Thanks, Baby Alee!

In The News: Diapers on the Road Story #1585277

The stories of dirty adult diapers being thrown on roadways are becoming so common that I am almost tempted to stop posting them.

Almost.

http://articles.dailypilot.com/2012-01-06/news/tn-dpt-0108-cdmtoday-20120107_1_diapers-corona-del-mar-beaches-and-recreation-commission

I hope this is from a 'collection vehicle' as the city officials here believe. Something tells me it's not.

If it's you... STOP.

US Troops Wearing Diapers? Is It True?

Something tells me this story is full of shit, pardon the pun. But my blog stats to tell me I get visitors from Iraq, and Afghanistan. Any troops out there know the deal?

http://www.thenews.com.pk/TodaysPrintDetail.aspx?ID=86099&Cat=2

Baby Album: Baby Spencey

Up next, new pictures from Baby Spencey. 

Spence is an adorable Midwest collegebaby who's been treating us to dorm room photos for a few years now. You can catch most of his pics by clicking www.babyspencey.abysitter.com. (This kid is awesome... this is our seventh set of pictures!)

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Mikey & Me - Part VIII

[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 VIII

[CWIS'S NOTE] I started this series on September 11. It has been extraordinarily difficult for me to keep writing it, because the person I am writing about means a lot to me. We have had some ups and downs since all of this happened, none of it related to diapers, and writing all of this is hard because it brings me back to one of the best weeks I've had in my life. To all of the people who have written to ask when the next blog entry will be unveiled... thanks.

 

I sat down on the floor next to the couch. Mikey was freshly diapered, and had waited until this moment to announce that he had to pee. We had just been swimming in the lake, and he hadn't gone there. He had the chance to go coming up the stairs, and had chosen not to. And now that I put a brand-new diaper on him, he had chosen to let me know it was time. This kid who thought the idea of letting in a diaper was disgusting... and now he was diapered and wanted to go potty?

"Bro," I told him, shaking my head, "those diapers are like $3 each. Seriously?"

I had put him in a Cushie, and he was about to make me ruin it by removing the tapes? Bullshit!

Mikey laughed, and promised to do his best to hold it.

I put on a disposable diaper, an Attend, and lay down on the floor.

Mikey lay next to me, then scooted across the floor on his bum, resting his head on my stomach like a pillow. We both lay silently, watching the moon as it reflected across the water.

So peaceful.

The day had been hot, but our swim had cooled us down considerably. It was dark out now, and the air temperature was just becoming reasonable. 

Mikey, as always, couldn't let the silence continue. He asked me to tell him some stories about diapering people.

So I told Mikey many of the same stories that you have read in this blog. At first I forgot that he has read the blog, as none of my other non-ABDL friends have. That ended when he started finishing my stories, and I realized he had read much more of the blog than he had originally let on. I told him about being robbed for $100, for instance; he pointed out that I had had the opportunity to leave the scene and keep my money.

"You didn't so much get robbed, as you... made a donation," he corrected me, throwing up dramatic air quotes around the word donation. I laughed.

"It was for a good cause," I defended myself.

"Yea," Mikey continued teasing. "The Hotboy Pamper Fund."

"Nothing wrong with a little charity," I told him, and he laughed.

"Actually, I was going to talk to you about that," he told me. "So I'm glad you feel that way. You know how I'm down to my last few cigarettes?"

"Yea?" I said, suspiciously. I had already paid for this dude's bus ticket...

"Well, have you ever given anyone money to do anything... extra?"

I was surprised. Mikey was straight. I already felt pretty lucky to just be able to hump while I rested my head on his beautiful ass... I didn't know how to tell him that I was already getting to do everything I wanted to do just by humping my diaper.

"You mean... sexual?" 

"Eww, no," he interrupted me. "No, I mean... I wondered if you would be willing to trade a pack of cigarettes for..."

He trailed off, thoroughly embarrassed, and I waited to see what he was going to suggest.

"...a wet diaper."

He said it, and I could see in the moonlight that his face was red. I let it hang there for a minute. I already I had predicted he would be asking me to buy him a pack of cigarettes. One of my pet peeves is buying cigarettes for my friends, since I don't smoke them, and I had mentioned this to him when I told him to slow down on the ones he'd had at the beginning of the trip. If I could get a wet diaper out of the deal it would make it a little easier to bear.

"I'd consider that," I told him. And without having to be asked he slid over next to me and positioned his diaper within a few inches of my hand. I lifted my hand and put my fingers on the front of his diaper, and no sooner was I touching the outline of his penis then he began to flood it...

"Bro, I hope you are really appreciating this," he told me as he wet. "I haven't wet myself since I was a little kid."

Thirty seconds later Mikey was still going strong. His diaper was completely soaked in the front, and I had placed my other hand on the back of his diaper and began to feel the warmth headed in that direction as well.

Hot... so hot.

As Mikey lay soaking, I pulled him towards me and flipped him over onto his tummy. He lay, straddling me, the warmth of his soaked Pamper pressed against my leg. The sensation made me hard, and I rubbed his bottom, pushing the wetness around. So hot...

Damn, so hot.

As we lay uncomfortably on the floor, still feeling the effects of the day's heat, I pondered again how lucky I was. I had one of the hottest guys I've ever had the experience of diapering laying with me, and he was willing to abandon his stay-dry principles for a pack of cigarettes. He fiended for Newports like I feinded for Huggies.

"How's it feel?" I asked him.

"Bro... my bottom is squishy as hell," he admitted. A big, dopey smile was on his face, and I could tell he was enjoying himself.

Correction: enjoying making me happy.

"How's it feel," he asked me, "to be the only person in the world who has the privilege of putting a future rock star back into diapers?"

I had to laugh.

"One day you will be a finalist on American Idol," I teased him. "And I will be able to say I pampered that dude as you're singing your final performance on TV."

"Correction, Cwis," Mikey interrupted me. "I fully expect you to be in the audience. After all, I'll probably need somebody to change me after performing in that big of a crowd..."

We both laughed, but I thought about how awesome it would be to have that job. Professional diaper changer to the rockstars... damn... 

Mikey and I late for another 30 minutes or so. I continued to move my hand around his bottom, and he continued to ask me to tell stories about some of my experiences, which I was only too happy to do.

After half an hour Mikey started to rock. He began slowly, moving ever so slightly on the floor. After a minute or two he was beginning to rock from side to side.

"Let's relocate this into the bedroom," I suggested. The floor was hard, and watching Mikey rock on it... not comfortable. He agreed, and we walked into the bedroom.

"Face down," I ordered. Mikey complied, flopping down hard on the mattress. He let out a big yawn, then stretched, sticking his soaked tush into the air. It was hot...

I lay down on the mattress behind Mikey, pushing his bottom down with my face. His Pamper was so wet, now. I watched him squeeze his bottom a few times, the diaper barely changing shape...

I pushed my thumbs into the leggings of Mikey's diaper, and pee squeezed out a little. This dude was soaked! I pushed my hands together under his penis, disappointed a little that he seemed to stay soft, and raised his bottom into the air...

I rested my head on Mikey's bottom. The air hung thick with the combination smell of urine and baby powder - a hard-on inducing combination if ever there was one. I inhaled deeply, taking it all in. Mikey's soaked bottom, beautiful body, and the moonlight flashing off his diaper were all too much... after a whole five minutes of humping I'd set some sort of personal record for shortest time to ejaculation.

"Damn!" Mikey exclaimed when he realized I'd finished already. "This is a lot more bearable when the other person is wearing a wet diaper, apparently! If you'd told me that I would've made arrangements to piss in these things before!"

I lay next to Mikey, satisfied. After a few minutes he reminded me that he was uncircumcised, and told me he felt like laying in his own piss would cause "penis chafing and irritation."

Reluctantly I changed him, trading the odor of pee-soaked diaper for the scent of baby powder. 

"Can I sleep down here tonight?" Mikey asked me. It was if he had read my mind, and I nodded. 

As I drifted off to sleep Mikey was offering to spend the whole next day in diapers. I could hardly believe my luck: I was getting the opportunity to diaper my best friend - a hot, straight rock star status type who I was certain had never stripped for a dude, let alone Pamped up - and pissed on himself.

I drifted off to sleep still thinking about how lucky I had been...

TO BE CONTINUED...

HELP WANTED! Guide Topics

In 24 hours since I posted my blog entry on the upcoming Guide to ABDL I have been working on, I have already received responses from more than half a dozen of you wondering what you can do to help!

My plan is to tell a lot of my own stories in this booklet.

I plan to incorporate the stories of you guys, as well.

My goal was to post a different question on Abysitter.com every week, kind of like I did when I did the 'What Makes Us Tick' series last year, and ask you to respond to it.

I decided to give you a heads up, instead, and give an extensive list of what I will be looking for in advance, so that anyone with any elaborate thoughts or experiences on any of the topics below can write and submit them at any time.

Remember that I am always looking for blog entries. I am also looking for stories to include in the guide. If you have either, please send them to me, and please specify whether I may use them for the blog, the guide, or both.

They are:

• When did you first realize you were ABDL?

• What steps did you take to get your diaper 'fix' as a child and/or teen?

• Do your parents and/or siblings know about you and diapers? If so, please explain how, and how they reacted?

• Have you dealt with the shame and regret that is the binge/purge cycle? Please explain.

• For collegebabies/DLs, did this interest affect your college experiences? If so, how?

• How has this fetish affected your social life and/or dating? Married life? Parenting?

• Some experts believe that we become the way we are because of traumas experienced at an early age, including abuse and/or neglect. Do your life experiences bear this out?

• Some people have pointed out their observation that a larger-than-average number of multiple birth babies (twins, etc.) rep the ABDL lifestyle. If you are one of these, please explain what effect, if any, you feel this may have had on your ABDLishness.

• For the older generation, please tell us more about what it was like being ABDL before social networking. I will be looking for the perspectives of members in their 40s, 50s, and even higher.

• For the little dunces, please tell us about what it was like to discover this fetish/lifestyle on the Internet. Please be at least 18 at the time of writing, but be specific about what age you discovered it, what sites helped you, and keep this part PG for obvious reasons.

• Do your interests involve a subset of this community, such as babyfurs, diaper disciplinarians, wet/messy, sissybabies etc.? Please tell us about it. I won't even try to be specific here; just tell us what you think people should know.

• What % of your sexual activities and/or masturbation incorporate diapers? Has this caused problems for you?

• If you get into the regression aspect of ABDL please tell us more about that. If you do not, and you have feelings about being lumped into a fetish involving it, explain how it makes you feel.

I will be releasing each of these questions and some others in future blog entries. I'll be asking people to submit real stories, essays, or just answers to questions.

Is there anything in the list of topics above that you would be interested in writing about?

Is there anything else you have to add that I have not included?

Are there any topics you feel would be imperative, that need to be covered in this type of guide?

If so, write about it. Or propose your idea, at least... I would like to hear your thoughts.

Please keep in mind, I am not looking for the best writers necessarily, as I will be incorporating a number of different styles, from simple question and answers to entire stories, into the guide.

I am looking for as many participants as possible. So write whatever you are comfortable with, and send it to me ASAP. And stay tuned to this blog for regular questions, including those above and others...

PICTURES

I am looking for blog entries all the time. I am also looking for pictures, be it face or faceless, for the blog. For the guide, I am looking for some of the best pictures we have to offer. I will be looking for photos that really represent the normalness of this lifestyle, pics that illustrate the topics of 'adult baby' and/or 'diaper lover'. Got anything for me? If so, hit me up. Like to take pictures? If so, I would kill for some exclusive shots... just get at me.

CONTACT ME

When you are ready to submit full stories for the blog please email me at abysitter@gmail.com. You can also send your pictures to this email address. Remember, 18+ only, and specifically state this, as well as that you permit the picture/s to be used in the blog and/or guide.

Got questions?

Email:
abysitter@gmail.com

Text:
(407) 459-4675

Please be specific about who you are and why you are contacting me when you email and text.

I am really looking forward to hearing from as many of you as possible. If you have never considered writing before, think about how valuable your perspective and/or life story will be in the representation of ABDL.

Hit me up?

Cwis

Help Wanted!

In 2012 I will be releasing a guide to ABDL that I have been working on intermittently for the past year.

I will be reaching out to notable members of the community, as well as some of my friends, for help with this.

If YOU have a unique perspective to offer, I want to hear from you ASAP.

I am also looking for the best pictures you have to offer. I am looking for both adult baby AND diaper lover photos. Babyfur pics and other related photos are welcome, too. I ALWAYS need them for the blog, but would like to include some in the guide, as well. (I will specifically request your permission to include your submission in the blog).

If you want to help, email me at abysitter@gmail.com or text me at (407) 459-4675. Be specific about who you are and why you're reaching out, please.

And stay tuned to these pages for more information on this project, and other exciting new stuff to come.

Cwis

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In The News: Diaper Dumper Strikes Again

Really?

You can't just find a trash can?

Damn...

http://www.yorknewstimes.com/articles/2011/12/30/news/doc4efd5ea7c010a668198512.txt