What It Feels Like To Be A Baby

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Experiences: Introduction

Think about diapering the freshest, dopest, hottest guy you've ever seen.

Imagine being into guys, and slapping a diaper on the thuggiest, most homophobic 'wigger' around. Watching that swagger change when he's wrapped in a Pamper.

I've diapered more than sixty-five guys since I finished college. 

About a dozen were ABDL. People I met from websites, mostly. People into diapers, age regression... the fetish.

A half dozen or so were friends. Straight dudes I'm close with who wanted to experience wearing a diaper because they know I wear them. 

The rest were guys who were willing to wear 'diapers for dough.' 

Yep.

If you're a church-going Christian who believes that paying someone to put on a Pamper is immoral, you're probably not on this blog. But if you got here somehow by mistake, click this link to navigate back to where you'll feel more comfortable: click here.

For the rest, allow me to explain.

I came up in upstate New York. We're not talking about skyscrapers and millions of people here. I'm talking smaller cities, lots of country, lakes, rivers... upstate New York. Sparsely populated, snowy, icy upstate New York.

When I started out trying to meet other diaper people, there were a lot less of us. 

Just locating people was a production. You went to DPF.com and did a search. You'd find someone in your area, check out their age/height/weight/description, and decide if you wanted to hit them up. If you messaged them, through email, you had about a 25% chance of them replying. Usually a few weeks or months later, when they toddled back to the site. 

In short, it sucked.

If you were lucky enough to find someone who responded, the story would almost always be the same. You'd have stumbled across someone who hated their Huggies habits. They would message you talking about wanting to meet up. Then, a few days later, they'd tell you that they were quitting diapers. Forever. A few weeks later, they'd be back.

I attempted to meet up with a number of abies in upstate New York, with disastrous results. 

I'll share some of those later.

To put it bluntly: at the time, meeting abies in upstate was nothing like the cakewalk it is today. It was difficult. And demoralizing. And depressing. It just damned sucked.

I'd like to say most of us eventually gave up, but I really didn't get to meet anyone else. 

One night I was chillin' in a pair of Attends - when they were still the best diaper out there, lol - and talking on the 'party line', this telephone chat line that was free in our city, and where all of the cool kids congregated at night. 

This was before MySpace. We'd talk on this party line, then get on AIM right quick if we wanted to talk online. Photosharing on AOL was pretty much the extent of the communication. No profile comments, photo comments, or bulletins. LOL.

So I'm on the phone in one room, and my friend is on the extension in the other room - home phones, yea - and we're just fucking with people.

And then I heard this message from someone: 

"Hey, guys... my car broke down, got towed, is in impound, and I gotta raise $100 to get it out tomorrow morning. I'll do just about anything."

My friend - well aware that I am into diapers, and who'd sampled one or two himself - left a reply message, before I could stop him:

"Twenty-five dollars to wear a diaper."

We laughed for five minutes, waiting for this dude's response. We both had our own ideas of what he'd say. "Fuck you, faggots!" was at the top of mine.

And then I heard "Sure, man. Pick me up?"

I'll tell the whole story later. And many others, too.

But before I do, I wanted to preface them with this thought:

If you were there in upstate New York during these times, and you hit me up and said "Hey! Let's lounge in Luvs!" and I ignored you or told you no, then please, by all means, let me know what you think about me dropping dough to diaper. For everyone else... I don't give a fuck. Truly.

More to come... thanks for listening. If you can bear it, hehe.

Introduction...

My name is Cwis. I'm an abysitter. This is my blog.

I've been an abysitter for a while now. When today's crop of li'l diaperboys were still in diapers, maybe. When I was young enough that the same old men who exclusively hit on under-18yo's were hitting on me. When Aby was still just a website with a lot of tight photos and Snuggies ads, and DPF was where you went to blindly meet other people in this fetish. 

If you're old enough, you remember being a 'toddler' before the internet hit. DPF was a magazine, and a mailing list. D stood for disposable. You didn't see a face; if you wanted them, you paid for diaper pictures. If you wanted to "talk" to someone you checked a box, and you might be lucky enough to get a letter from them. In the mail. 

I was still comin' up when all this was taking place.

I first found out about DPF when I was 16. My best friend Mark, who knew I wore diapers, found a copy of Penthouse with an article about DPF, and he gave it to me. It was all about the pedophile part of the fetish. It made people into diapers look like pervs. My first realization that I wasn't the only person in the world who still wore diapers, and it's with an article about some guy who's thing is taking little kids in the back of a van and molesting them. Nice. Thanks, Penthouse.

In college I found DPF the website. It seemed very different from the magazine article I'd read. It seemed... normal. I can't even begin to describe how excited I was to find out there were normal people who still wore diapers. I think I may have skipped a bunch of classes that day. I wasn't leaving that computer lab.

That's right, I said computer lab. My awakening was still in the days when not everyone had a computer of their own yet. I had one, but the internet at home, then, meant slow-ass AOL - not worth it, in my opinion. Instead I went to the computer lab and used their fast-ass internet connection. I'd find a computer with the screen facing a corner, sit down, and get my work done in between peeks at DPF, Aby.com, and other sites. 

Picture me - or yourself - looking at pictures of adult babies in a college computer lab. Ten years later everyone has their own laptop. I browse RUPadded from my iPhone, and exchange emails on my laptop, wirelessly, from anywhere. Back then, however, it was public, or nothing. The day I got RoadRunner was exciting for a few different reasons - including, for me, the ability to talk to people into diapers while I was wearing a diaper. (And, by that, I mean only a diaper). 

I spent my years at college trying to meet up with other people into the fetish. That's a different story - or, stories - for a different blog. Let's just say one thing was the same back then: abies are hesitant to meet, and have all kinds of issues. I'd nearly graduated before I finally found someone in my area. And he turned out to be flaky, a case of alternating diaper guilt and diaper lust. Not cool. 

So imagine my glee when one day I sat down at a computer I'd never been at before and began typing "a" in the address bar and - bam! - aby.com popped up.

I went to Google, or whatever search engine was the leader then, and typed in terms. "A" ... adult baby. "P" ... Pampers. The list went on and on.

There was someone else at my school like me!!

That was the moment I actually felt connected to someone else. A diaper connection. If you're into ABDL you know what I mean. 

I didn't even know the person. I had no idea who they were, what they looked like... I knew nothing. But there was someone else walking around campus like me. Maybe wearing a diaper. So, from that point on, every attractive frat boy I saw was a candidate. And I wasn't alone.

This blog is my chance to give a voice to a lot of abysitting experience: over 65 abies and counting. 

And it'll allow me to tell you about being a toddler. 

I'll tell stories about when I was a little kid, and talk about what happened to me this week.

It will be non-fiction. Biographical. Real shit. I could write good diaper stories if I put my mind to it - and one day I might. But, for now, this blog is straight up. 

Hope you enjoy it...

Cwis, aka Abysitter

Oh, and for all the haters: http://help.blogger.com/bin/answer.py?hl=en&answer=76314. Put that in your diaper and tape it shut.