Jesterbaby: Jester's First Enema

[CWiS'S NOTE] Next up: a story from Jesterbaby. You may remember Jester's photoshoot from July 2011 - arguably one of the most popular I've ever posted - as well as several stories he posted around the same time. He's actually been contributing since then, but I've been holding on to his stories until the right time.

And here it is...

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Jesterbaby: Jester's First Enema

When I was sixteen, right after I got my driver's license, I decided to take a trip to the outskirts of town to visit a medical supply store. Now, I have never done anything like this, nor have I ever been inside this store, so I was pretty nervous to go into the store.

On my shopping list today were diapers and an enema kit. I have always wanted to try an enema and since nobody else in town seemed to have one, I thought this would be the perfect place.

As I pulled into the parking lot I was trying to decide which card I would play and how I would go about buying the stuff on my shopping list without them thinking it was for me. As I was pretty young, I knew they would think it was weird for me to be buying stuff at a store like this.

My solution was a shopping list, I opened up a notepad on my phone and typed in enema kit and adult briefs. I thought, perfect, I will go inside and act like I am shopping for a disabled grandparent and they will be even happier to help me.

As I walked inside, I was quickly greeted by a nice lady in her mid forties. She was very friendly and she asked me politely if she could help me find anything. My first question was rather stupid, I said, "Can you pay with cash, or do you have to bill the insurance?" Her answer is what you would expect, although she wasn't rude about it and didn't show any signs of be arrogant or mean with her answer. Then, I continued and said I was shopping for my grandmother and that I had a shopping list of what I needed.

She was very pleased to help me, even when I said, "um, the first thing on my list is an enema kit (I said it as if I were actually asking what an enema kit was)." She answered, "Yes, they are right over here (she never really answered the question about what it was used, for, but that was perfectly fine in my book).

She handed me the box with the kit and then asked me what my second item was on my shopping cart. Now, my second item was even harder to tell her. I sort of stuttered when I said it, "Umm, I, I think I am looking for some adult briefs. I think they normally buy them online, but they ran out prematurely and asked me to get some while I was here." Now, her response was even worse than I expected. Saying, "not a problem, do you know what size you needed?" was even harder to answer because I didn't know how I would go about telling her. I was thinking, well, she is about my height, my weight, my build, in fact she looks exactly like me, but I knew that would just sound weird because I am pretty tall. She ended up responding to my puzzled look with, "Well, is she about my size (I thought she looked to be about the same size around as me)?" I decided to play along and I bent over, sort of checked out her waist and then I looked around at her butt, and replied, "Yep, that'll do."

So, she grabbed a bag and the enema kit and headed to the register. I pulled out an envelope that contained a fifty dollar bill and handed it to her. She cashed it, handed me back the change and gave me a receipt. I stuffed both the change and the receipt back into the envelope and took the stuff for my 'grandmom' and headed out. I thanked them about a dozen times before I left and when I got to my car, I through my stuff in the trunk and headed home.

When I got home, I was very eager to try on the diapers because they were a really cool peach colored and they actually looked like nice diapers. Unfortunately, they were too small for me, and I guess I miss measured how big she was. I should have known that I was wrong, but I was too nervous at the time to really care.

The enema worked well, however. I have never done one before, so this was my first. I pulled the package out, filled it with tap water (mistakenly, I know now to use filtered water, or distilled water) and then put the small package of castor oil in the bag and mixed it up. I was then able to get one of the diapers on, however, it is funny because that was the only time I ever got one to fit.

The enema was pretty interesting. I took the two liters without a problem and I had to go almost immediately. I decided that the best course of action would be to stand in the shower and release it, that way I wouldn't make a huge mess.

I was pretty surprised. I have seen videos of girls doing enemas and what not so, when I released it and it filled my diaper I was pretty happy with the results. That is, until orange liquid started to leak out of the back of my diaper. I was fairly worried that it was going to smell, but after I finished I decided that it wasn't as bad as poop normally smells like.

All in all, the experience was a lot of fun. I really enjoy that adrenaline rush I get when I purchase something of that nature. I also enjoy the part of getting to assume an alternative identity, even if it really doesn't matter. I actually went back to the store a couple days ago, however I didn't buy anything because they didn't have what I was looking for, but I did have a nice conversations about diapers with the guy that worked there (that is another story that I will tell about in the future). I really enjoy polite and friendly people and I can tell you that I feel much more comfortable talking to people who are friendly than people who just look at me and tell me my total.

Jesterbaby: First Time

[CWIS'S NOTE]: Jesterbaby is an 18yo collegebaby from Virginia. He isstraight, straight up, and is looking for friends. This story is about his first time meeting up with another ABDL. Anyone else remember their first time? 

Jesterbaby: First Time...

A couple months ago, I went to visit a girl I met and talked with for a long time on Fetlife. She was really nice, and only a year older than me. While I was still seventeen years old, I packed up my little Honda Civic and headed North West 400 miles to meet a girl that I have never met before.

I spent eight hours driving in some of the worst weather conditions imaginable on some of the worst roads in the country. I had never driven this far, and thus I was not prepared for the inevitable back ache that came without hesitation every hour of driving. The only good thing was that if I got out of my car and walked around the pain went away. This still never stopped me from continuing my journey to see the first girl on Fetlife, and to have some of my first sexual experiences.

Driving the PA turnpike has to be the worst road ever. I never imagined the toll costing me fifteen dollars; then again, I never imagined having to pay for the PA turnpike and the for the Ohio turnpike right after that. I really thought the tolls were only 75 cents, I guess it really shows how young I really am.

When I got into town I called her up, and I decided to play a joke on her. She answered the phone. “Hey, this is Brian. I'm sorry, but I had second thoughts... I decided not to come.” 

She responded “What? No way!!" (Evidently, for a second she believed me, but then must have realized that I was joking.)

“Just kidding, I am here, see you in five.”

My destination brought me to a small college in Ohio called Oberlin. Immediately upon arrival, I noticed that it was a pretty small and pretty liberal college. (Later, after learning from my friend that they had a separate dorm building for transgender, I was able to confirm that). Let’s just say that they are so liberal that they have white albino squirrels instead of the normal brown squirrel...

I tell you, the trip was definitely worth the drive. 

I met my friend shortly after arriving. I was trying to act all cool, but the excitement of meeting her was too overwhelming to try to hide and act inconspicuous. She recognized me almost immediately and we both met for the first time with a huge hug that didn’t seem to ever end. When I first saw her, I really did have one of those Oh God, what have I gotten myself into kind of moments, but that quickly left me when she gave me a huge hug. When I saw her, she was wearing a bikini top under a see through shirt and a really short skirt. She looked pretty cute though, just as cute as I imagined. 

I took my stuff back to her dorm room and then it was off to find a place to hide my car for the weekend. On the computer she was able to pull up the appropriate spots that I was allowed to park so I wouldn’t have my car towed. 

When I parked my car, I grabbed my bag of toys (basically just diapers, I didn’t really want to pack a lot of stuff the first time around). When we got to her room, the first thing she did was take off her shirt. I was surprised at how quickly her clothing came off after that, and soon I found myself in my underwear with her on top of me without anything on. I still miss that feeling of having her sitting/laying on top of me... it brings back really nice memories every time I think about it. 

We played around a while, and then she took me by surprise by tickling me. I am extremely ticklish all around, and she really took advantage of me with that. I would try to fight back, but in the end, I would let her pin me down and tickle the pee out of me. It was definitely fun.

After that, we basically just took a nap. It was hot, both of us were really tired, and I had one killer headache, so a nap was the best option. This was the first time I had slept with a girl in my arms while the girl was completely naked. It made me feel pretty good inside. 

When we woke up, she took me out to dinner. Since it was Friday, all the cafeterias were closed and thus we headed over to the pizzeria for a nice old-fashioned personal pizza. She told me that since I was nice enough to spend the money on gas and tolls to visit her, she would be happy to pay for my food for the weekend, which was great because I wasn’t able to earn all the money that I expected on needing to complete the trip. The pizza was great, and by the time we finished, the rain storm that the forecasters had promised had made its way into town. It was pouring down rain when we left and by the time we got to her dorm, we were completely soaked. When we arrived in her dorm room, both of us stripped down to our skivvies, her more than me. It was time for bed by now and her roommate was back from her classes so we didn’t play around tonight. 

I really didn’t sleep much that night, two reasons, one was that I was extremely hot, and two was that the little bed she slept on wasn’t really big enough for the two of us. I pretty much woke up spooning her and it was nice to wake up with her in my arms. The next morning, we got up, got dressed and headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Being at a college with co-ed bathrooms, it was just one bathroom to be shared with the whole floor of college students. That was pretty interesting because I had to put my contacts in, wash my face, and brush my teeth while another girl next to me in just a towel did the same. It seemed like my naked, towel-hidden body was a hit with all the college girls because they kept checking me out. 

We went to a local diner for breakfast that she suggested. We had chocolate chip pancakes and sausage and fruit and it was absolutely scrumptious and filling. Then we headed back to the dorm to shower and play around. I have never showered with anybody before, except for maybe when I was a really little kid and it was quicker for me to jump in the shower with my dad than for me to get a bath. Still, we both went to the showers with only our towels and we got into the shower together. I held her close while we were both wet and cold, but my erection kept me from getting too close in fear that it might slip inside of her. (I had already told her that intercourse was not an option for this visit). When we were done showering we went back to her dorm and that is when I pulled out the diapers. Not only have I only been diapered once by another person, but she had never worn a diaper other than Goodnites and she was really excited to wear a diaper. I decided that since she had never worn a diaper before, I would diaper her first. The only problem with this was that by the time I got to being diapered, I would have to deal with the inevitable erection, which has always been a problem with guys and diapers. After being diapered, we put our clothes back on; she chose to wear a dress that was rather see through and pretty much showed off her diaper underneath. It was pretty cool and it turned me on. 

We left her room and headed for a walk around campus in our diapers. Then we headed to Walmart, although I wasn’t quite sure what we were going to get at Walmart. Actually when we got there, a storm was threatening, so we jumped back into my car and headed back to her room. 

We didn’t really get to use our diapers. We tried to drink a lot, but that didn’t really help. She took a nap in my arms, and then I fell asleep as well. When we woke up, I was ready to play, but she wasn’t so ready to take off her diaper. Evidently, she enjoyed wearing the diaper more than she thought! 

After I finally convinced her to take off the diaper, we showered again to clean off and then headed to bed for some play. (Sorry guys, but I still don’t really want to go into a lot of detail with what we did. I mean, it was pretty much everything you could imagine, short of intercourse, so you can use your imaginations for that part.)

Afterwards, we cleaned up, slept a little and then got dressed. She put the same skirt on that she wore the first day, except she didn’t wear any underwear, which was sort of weird in my mind, but it was still pretty sexy. She convinced me to wear one of her shirts, which I told her in my opinion was a girl shirt - although, looking back, I really shouldn’t have put up that much of an argument... I mean, she was my mommy after all, I think she knows what I should, and shouldn’t wear - not to mention nobody at that school cares what I look like.

When we decided to head out for dinner, we met up with her friend who told us that there was a play that we should check out. So, we stopped at a small cafeteria and got chicken and sausage gumbo soup (which was absolutely delicious) and ate it while we walked around trying to find this play. We never found the play, though we did find a 60s era dance going on, which was sold out, plus I didn’t wear my dancing shoes and her friend wasn’t wearing any shoes to begin with. We went back to her dorm room, where we slept some more, and then had a really long Skype chat with my friend from home. My lady friend had decided to spook my friend back home and not wear anything to cover her breasts the whole time we were talking. (She thought it was funny because my friend back home had never seen boobs before, other than porn, and he was a little freaked out by the awkwardness of the whole thing). 

Finally, it was really time for us to go to bed, where we slept until about noon the next day. Unfortunately, my weekend seemed to come to an end almost as soon as it started. We got up and got a shower. That’s where I was in the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel, brushing my teeth, when some girl walked in to wash her hands and started checking me out. I guess she must have thought I am pretty good looking, because she definitely took her time washing her hands.Then my friend got me off again. I told her that I have never had a blow job, so she was happy to show me what it feels like. (Ok, fine, I will give you that, but nothing else). 

We had breakfast at one of the large cafeterias and then we took my stuff to my car so I could leave. It was pretty hard to say goodbye after such a great weekend, so I just gave her a kiss and headed home. It might have been 2pm by now, but it felt like it was pretty early in the day from the darkness of the clouds and I really had no motivation to drive 8 hours to get home. It certainly felt like a longer drive home - probably because I didn’t really want to go home, plus it was much later in the afternoon than when I drove up there. I didn’t have any cash to pay the PA turnpike toll and the guy had to write me a ticket to pay it when I got home. Then my GPS took me off the turnpike and through West Virginia. I stopped at small store to use the restroom and grab a Red Bull and when I got back in the car, my GPS had lost its signal and I had no idea where I was going. If there is one place to lose signal, it is not in the middle of nowhere in West Virginia. I was able to get on the road that I was supposed to be on and continued my way home through the most swervy and scary road imaginable. I stopped in Ruckersville to use the restroom and when I looked at the front bumper of my car, I noticed about a thousand and one bugs plastered my car.

Since I got such a late start, I didn’t get home until about ten, which was good because I didn’t want my parents to be up when I arrived home. I don’t think they would have approved of the mark that she left on my neck. I told her, no hickeys above the shoulders, but she didn’t listen. Now I wish she gave me more! 

All and all, it was a fantastic weekend and I would do it again if I had the chance. I really had a good time and I am planning my next trip in October, that should be much more fun because I started a list of things I want to do/try and I am going to bring a lot more stuff for playing with her.

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Jesterbaby: Be Careful What You Wish For...

[CWIS'S NOTE]: Jesterbaby is an 18yo collegebaby from Virginia. He is straight, straight up, and is looking for friends of any gender, but especially female ABDLs. So all of y'all females who have been complaining that I don't give you any love... here you go.

Jesterbaby: Be Careful What You Wish For

So I'm browsing through all my Fetlife messages. They're almost entirely all from guys, mostly saying I'm cute and all; I always try to respond, say 'thank you' for their kind words. Sometimes I don't get to all of them.

Anyway, I come upon a message from a girl.

An actual girl, probably one of the first times I have gotten a message from a girl.

The message said that I was cute; I respond "Thank you". And she writes back, "Are you looking for a mommy?" Now, this is sort of strange, because I actually just added a good friend on Fetlife as my "mommy". But I figured I would take the bait, and just sort of find out what she was about.

From there things went much faster than I expected...

I mean, I didn't really know anything about this girl, and yet here I go, almost immediately having video chats with her where I am taking off my clothes! (I'd say that, in itself, has definitely been a lesson learned, by the way...)

Anyway, first off, she was calling me "baby" a lot, and using words like "love" and [hearts] on Skype. She was also pretty controlling. I mean, we weren't even in any kind of relationship and you want me to stop talking to my other friends on Fetlife? What?!

She never even said anything about my "mommy" that is on my profile, either. I asked her if she read my profile and she said she'd read "most of it". Come on.

Another thing that bothered me is that she already had a "baby" that lives in the same city as she does. Why does someone need a long distance person if you already have someone close? Plus, she doesn't want me to have more than one mommy, so why would I want her to have more than one baby? I pretty much feel like I would be getting the short end of the deal...

So here we are. She asked for my number so we can keep in touch. Luckily, I have this awesome Google Voice number that I can give out (which really helps now that I am probably going to block her). It isn't really like she'd been texting me nonstop, so I guess it's not that much to worry about.

Anyway, we are texting each other, I am puting on cam shows for her and she, in turn, is trying to control my whole life - even though we've never met or anything. I am sure those of you who've been around a while can start to see a pattern forming...

At this point in time I still don't know anything about her. And, honestly, that's probably a good thing.

By the way: something you might want to know about me is that I love having someone take control and tell me how to get myself off. I mean, it has to be a girl, but still... I have a soft spot for being told what to do. At the same time, I have some limitations: I still live at home so, especially at night, I have to be extra careful about my parents walking into my room. My mom has this strange way of barging in at all of the wrong times. The other night she must have come into my room three times in five minutes, every time not really having anything to say. I am just lucky that I have never had her walk in while I was doing any of my ABDL business.

So, back to this girl. She's starting to try to control my whole life, wanting me to do things that I don't mind doing - just not when my parents are home. And when I say 'not now', she's flipping out like she owns me and can make me do whatever she wants at anytime. (Now, I am all for a girl who can take charge, but only at certain times. Plus, I would prefer to see them in person for them to take charge of me...)

Oh well.

Today I sort of had my last deciding moment about her. I was already having second thoughts... I think it was probably triggered by the fact that I just don't feel good talking to her anymore. I just don't have any kind of feelings, other than bad ones, for her, really. But what happened today was the deciding factor...

Oh, let me let you in on a little secret. I love the idea of having a "mommy", don't get me wrong. But at the same time, I don't like actually calling someone "mommy". I mean, sure, they can be my mommy - but I would rather call them by their name than "mommy". Maybe it's the idea of incest that turns me off about the idea? Either way, whenever I've tried to say it, it just feels plain weird.

So today I am pretty turned on, pretty much like any other 18 year old boy. And I am looking forward to playing around at home - with an audience. Which would be her. So I am having "fun" - but not really having fun - at the same time, and I'm realizing that this girl is not helping me at all.

First off, I don't think I have ever actually heard her voice. Who video chats with someone but still types instead of talking? I mean, sure, mabe you're in your room and you can't be loud, I get it, but not once have I heard this girl's voice. To top it off, her looks are sort of starting to scare me. I mean, she looks good in her Fetlife pictures. But on camera? No.

So I am getting to the point where I am bored and pretty much ready to be done. Without going into graphic detail about the ordeal, she wanted me to say "mommy!" while I had my orgasm. Great, this has to be on top of the list of things that I hate. As I mentioned, I don't want to say "mommy" - especially when I am getting off. I'd love to say her name or something. Just not, "mommy".

That pretty much killed it for me.

So, to end, I learned a lesson in all of this.

I can get in and try some new things, but I really need to know when to get out, and how to keep from getting my foot stuck in the door.

I guess it isn't too bad. If it comes to it, I can block someone on Fetlife, I can block someone on Skype, and I can block someone's number from my Google Voice.

Honestly, I'm not sure, but I think that if I really did have feelings for a girl, I would probably call her "mommy". I do have someone I care about that I would call "mommy" if she asked me to. I guess I really miss her because every time I feel bad, when I think about her, I feel good.

(Hope I am not confusing you with all the pronouns, by the way; there are two people: the 'bad' girl, and the 'good' girl I've just introduced to the story. I think you are probably smart enough to figure out which one I am talking about.)

Anyway, I am going back to the drawing board. I guess I just need to choose a woman more carefully next time...

Thoughts or feelings for Jesterbaby? Some of you who've been on the scene for a while, speak up... comment below.

Coming Friday: Jesterbaby photoset!

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Jesterbaby: The Goodnites Ritual

Jesterbaby: The Goodnites Ritual

Buying Goodnites is something that has turned into a bit of a ritual for me.

I already buy diapers online from XPMedical. However, I still always want to have Goodnites. Goodnites are something that you would need to experience to know their true value.

I like Goodnites because they are different. They can't absorb a lot of liquid, and they aren't crinkly and loud, but they do have their postive features. I like that they fit me tight, like a Pull-Up. And I like that they are a pretty pink. They give me a good feeling inside. They are also easy to put on when I am too lazy to put a Molicare on.

One thing I don't like is that they only come in small packages, and they are almost two dollars a diaper?

When I buy Goodnites it is something of an affair, because instead of having them shipped I actually have to go to the store and buy them.

When I buy them, Walmart is my option.

I actually love buying stuff like this from the store, because I really love the adrenaline rush that I get from doing it.

I don't know why, but I'm overly paranoid about someone seeing me while I am in the store. For some reason I feel like this town isn't big enough for everybody, and I am so scared I am going to run into someone I know. (The good thing is... I've never actually run into anyone that I really know.)

So, to kick things off, I drive up to the Walmart and I sort of stroll through the parking lot and find a good place to park - not too close, but not too far.

As I walk in, I pass all the registers and decide who I am going to go to. When I pick a register I like to pick that little old Indian lady who doesn't really speak English very well, and probably doesn't even really understand. I know other people don't care, but I care, and it is more fun to be particular.

So, the next thing I do is, I stroll around the store and I just check that I don't see anyone I know. Once that is done I can make my way over to the baby diapers.

Girls XL Goodnites is the largest package I can find, normally a package of 21. Once I grab it I tuck it under my shoulder and make my way, discretely, to the check-out line.

Normally I take cash and put a 20 in my pocket before I go, but I have been getting a little braver... I used my debit card the last time. So, once I pay, I head out to the car, drop it in the trunk, and I am ready to go.

Once I get home, I make sure the coast is clear and I take my new stash to my room where I tuck it into my bottom drawer.

I think one really nice thing about the Goodnites is that they are fun to wear - but maybe not fun to wet.

The difference is that, when I wear a Molicare, I don't want to wear it without wetting it, which means a whole day of not really doing anything. When I wear a Goodnite I can continue my day as planned, only concealing my secret underneath my pants.

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Introducing: Jesterbaby

INTRODUCING... JESTERBABY.

I'd like to introduce you to a new guest contributor to the blog: Jesterbaby. Jester is an 18 year old collegebaby from Virginia.

Jester is straight. So, please... look but don't ask to touch. Be respectful. Thanks in advance...

Jester will be contributing baby pictures, and some stories, to the blog. His first story will be posted tonight.

I found Jester online, and was impressed by the stories that he had to tell on his online profile. He's a dope-ass li'l writer, and like me before abysitter.com, a lot of what he was writing was going... unappreciated.

So many people visit diaper sites just for the pictures, and ignore the text. And that sucks. That's why I initially started this blog, and it's paid off... most of y'all read what I have to say, which is cool as hell. But I do slack sometimes. So thanks to Jester for being willing to step in with some stories of his own.

If you enjoy what this kid writes, please comment on it. There is nothing more annoying than blogging and getting no response. I check the stats and see that some 150 of you visit this blog daily... and some of you read a whole bunch of pages while you're here. Not nearly as many give feedback. If you like what you're reading, comment it up, please and thanks?

You will be able to link to Jesterbaby content by visiting http://Jesterbaby.Abysitter.com. I think you're going to like this...