Vacation!

I'll be spending three weeks of July in upstate New York, the 315/585/607 area. 

Looking for local ABDLs, 18+ who might want to meet, hang in Huggies, lounge in Luvs, and maybe even do a blog photoshoot!

If you are an upstate dude and interested, email me! 

Warning: My schedule is pretty filled with vanilla friends and of course family, but I'm hoping to squeeze in a day or two of diaper fun.

By the way, about the video... already shipped a huge box of diapers to New York... it was hard picking and choosing what not to bring. No more trying to fit three weeks worth of diapers into my luggage hehe. 

Coming Soon (Pwomise) - Summer Vacation Story!

I've been working on my summer vacation 2014 story in spurts. 

Whenever I have an amazing ABDL experience

I want to share the story with y'all - 

especially if the other person/s are down. 

But wanting to share the story, and actually sharing the story, 

are two very different things. 

Writing diaper fiction is easy. 

But writing a true account of something real - 

that's not. 

Doubt me? Sit down and write the story

of your first diaper meetup. 

(And if you try that and it turns out it was easy - 

share it with me... I need more stories

for when I have writer's block, hehe). 

I once told a diaper friend that, 

the more amazing an experience was, 

the harder it is for me to blog about it. 

"Uhh... you had my story written in 24 hours," was his response. 

Whoops LOL. 

But seriously... 

when you sit down and start writing, you start remembering. 

It becomes important to tell a story correctly, 

because you want to do it justice, 

but at the same time you want to keep some of it

to yourself. 

This is why the Mikey & Me story remains unfinished. 

And why I have stories about Baby Max, and a certain baby from Boston, 

still unwritten - from my Road Trip. 

It's why I wrote my last Baby Chad Visits Orlando installment

in January 2013.

And the Pampered Pals installment, about Baby Craig, 

around that same time. 

You can click here to read all of the stories

I have yet to finish.

I've had people go off on me

because they've been asking me to finish the same story

for more than a year. 

And someone who actually offered to 

write a fiction version ending to a story himself. 

LOL. 

I pwomise that my Summer Vacation 2014/ABenjaminButton story

won't take that long. 

It's partly done. So stay tuned. 

You'll get to read about diapered lake swimming... 

 swabbing the deck in diapers...

and how I tried to peer pressure my li'l bro

into stripping down in public

and going swimming in nothing but a diaper

in front of everyone. 

Okay, that last part is an exaggeration. LOL.

But check back here for the rest of the story.

And a teaser 'til then: how a diaper looks after the lake...

Back from Vacation...

I've been saying it forever: I want to have another ABDL to the cottage. 

If you've been reading my blog since the beginning, or even if you've just scrolled back a ways, you know the deal: the cottage is the most special place in the world to me. Why wouldn't I want to share the experience with another ABDL? 

I came close in 2007, sharing it with a close friend who's half an ABDL lol - someone into watersports who does dabble in diapers for me, and who's worn for a few other members of our community. But while he was willing to wear indoors, and wore on the boat, he absolutely refused to go swimming in Pampers. (Still love you, Vuk!) 

In 2011 I had a non-ABDL friend visit. You may have read the Mikey & Me series on this blog - a series which will be continued (and concluded) soon. Mikey was willing to wear with me, and surprised me with his willingness to wear diapers outdoors - even during the day in full view of a neighbor! 

But I still hadn't had a full-fledged ABDL visit. 

I'd come close a few times. Close, but not quite. 

Those of you who know me personally know that it takes a lot to get to know me personally lol. I have trust issues - with life in general, but especially when it comes to our community, largely due to some shady characters I've encountered over the past 7-8 years. 

But once you get to know me, you've got a friend for life.

Because of said trust issues, very rarely do I host at my own home. I've met countless ABDLs in their homes, hotels, and even public places. But I've invited a small number back to my place. These have been, for the most part, people who have become real friends.

The cottage, though, for me, is on a whole different level. 

Last week I had the opportunity to have my 'little brother', ABenjaminButton, visit. 

It was an amazing visit, filled with awesome (and intelligent!) conversation, diapered car rides, diapered swimming, and even some time for a photoshoot or two. 

I loved every second of it. 

You'll find a few pictures below, and even more on our Tumblr blogs - links open in new windows: 

abenjaminbutton.tumblr.com

abysitter.tumblr.com. 

I'll be telling the story here soon, as well, so check back. 

I've wanted to have another ABDL to the cottage for so long. Probably since before the first one stood me up years ago, when I was in college. And, finally... some li'l bro time. So fucking worth it. 

Ben is a definite returnee for 2015, and we'll probably be looking to add one or two more, so if we're close, you may be getting an invite. 

In the meantime, click the links above, follow us, and enjoy...

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Vacation 2010

Some pictures from Baby Cwis on the lake...











That's a diaper after thirty minutes of swimming. I'm standing in the lake; I'd have dropped the shorts more but I have nosy neighbors!




Part of the lake experience... waterskis, diapers, you know...

New York! Pt. 2

I woke up wet, which is funny because I can't remember actually peeing - I think just being at the cottage helps me bedwet naturally.

After a change I lay back down in bed, peered through the mesh of the toddler rail, and h-h-humped it - third time in twelve hours.

When I finished up I changed again; I'm flying back to FL soon and meh - no point in bringing back TOO many diapers, right?

[SIDE NOTE: WTF re: me finding a bag of Attends for $14 here, instead of the $24 I pay in Orlando?!]

I lay in bed for a while, YIMing and texting with a few diaperboys I've become close with, giving them updates. Hungwy bow, I climbed into the car - the driver's seat, since I'm not fortunate enough to have my own personal abysitter, grr - and drove to Dunkin' Donuts for a coffee. Yum yum yummo! I got a paper, too; as I leaned over to grab the paper out of the box a breeze from a passing big rig took my shirt - whoosh! - and the fact that I was wearing a diaper, sticking way up over my sagging swim trunks, would have been obvious to everyone in the Amish van behind me. SCORE!

I drove around sipping coffee, checking out the local scenery. It is straight beautiful here, and every summer I consider moving back. This is where my heart is; Orlando has a few cool people and good winter weather, but it can't hold a candle to the Finger Lakes region in July. Sigh...

I drove past a competitive cyclist pulled over by the side of the road, and I decided to stop to see if he needed any help. I love a hot behind in a diaper. Speedos are probably a close second, followed by a triple seat tighty whiteys. But Lycra bike shorts are definitely in my top five, and this boy had one beautiful bottom. I pulled over out of an altruistic sense of doing something good for a possibly-stranded cyclist, but the chance to see his ass up close certainly wasn't something I was going to pass up.

"Got a flat?" I asked him. He laughed and explained that he'd just fixed one; now he was figuring out where he was. I gave him his coordinates and helped with directions to where he was headed. He thanked me and introduced himself - Mason from Albany, NY - and then appeared uncomfortable for a minute, before asking if I knew when he'd be passing a fast food restaurant.

"A few miles ahead," I told him. He grimaced and inquired about a gas station. "A few miles in the other direction," I explained. He shook his head.

"I actually was hoping for something a lot closer," he confided. "I was needing to use a rest room."

The irony of this is that, while I was giving him directions, I'd wet myself. Not just a little; an XL coffee had almost been consumed in it's entirety, and I'd already had to piss to begin with. So with this beautiful specimen of athleticism standing a foot away from me I'd soaked a Pamper - I love wetting in front of noobs. 0_o

"Huge oak over there," I pointed out. "I'll watch the bike?"

He looked at it, then back at me.

"I thought about that," he said. "But so many people keep passing by... I'm not sure..."

I'd thought cyclists were used to this?

Then it occurred to me: my new friend Mason didn't have to pee.

He was afraid to drop his bike shorts and go.

I didn't blame him.

"Want a ride to McDonalds?" I asked him. He eagerly nodded and pulled his bike to a street sign, locking it up. He grabbed a bag off of the bike and opened the passenger door, sitting down next to me. Off we went.

"I'm sorry to have you go out of your way," he said. I shook my head and told him to forget it.

"What do you usually do when this happens?" I asked him. "Gas stations can be a 45-minute bike ride out here."

Mason began a very detailed explanation of the various ways he relieves himself, from whipping his junk out and pissing on long descents (I'm not kidding) to asking people if they'd consider letting him inside "to stink up your bathroom" - couldn't tell if he was kidding or not, but he claims people often oblige him.

When we'd gotten to the McD's he said to me - and I SWEAR I am not making this up - "If they made a diaper I could wear under my bike shorts that'd be the easiest." I gulped as he laughed and exited the car, entering the restaurant with haste.

I half considered pulling a diaper out of my diaper bag and slipping it into Mason's sack. I hate - H A T E ! - when people make joking references to diapers, because I'm always left wondering if they're ABDL - but afraid to ask. In the end I decided to skip it...

Mason came back out a few minutes later with two huge drinks. He offered me my choice of diet or regular, I thanked him, and off we went. He explained that he'd hoped to make it to Buffalo by nightfall, and as he gave me his route he slurped on his drink.

"Pretty big drink for a kid who's joking about diapers helping him get through the ride," I said - why not try to throw it out there and get a feel for it, right? Mason laughed.

"This? Naw - this'll be turned into sweat in the first hour, bro."

He didn't refer to diapers again, and I was glad I hadn't dropped a Pamper into his bag. I dropped him off at his bike and he asked if I'd be in the area in a few weeks when he returns. I explained that I'd be returning to FL in days, and he mentioned that he vacations there every winter.

"I'll look you up on Facebook," he said, repeating my name. "You drove me five miles to take a shit. Maybe I can repay the favor."

I laughed and drove off, still checking out that tight behind in my rearview. Diapered, Mason would be... something else. Grrr.

I returned to the cottage and undressed, picking up my towel and trunks and walking down to the shore. A li'l video:

[COPY/PASTE:] http://yfrog.us/mrf5pz

I'm sitting here now, waiting for the water to calm down so I can go canoeing. Typing this blog on my iPhone, three things have happened:

1. I've soaked my diaper some more.

2. I had to put swim trunks on because my elderly neighbor came our to water plants with lakewater - WTF?

3. I'm glad I did, because while I was deep in YIM convo with a FL baby, two girls quietly walked out onto the dock behind me. They wouldn't have quiiiiite caught a glimpse of my Pamper, but if I'd have stood up... lol!

I'm about to go all-out (code) and then go for a swim. Letcha know tonight how it goes, hehe...

New York!

FIRST OFF: I apologize for yesterday's blog teaser. I have a Canuckistanian li'l bro who I chat with on a fairly regular basis; I often type out stories about my life to him in such detail that I feel like I've blogged it. So it turns out I did NOT actually blog about my friend and the six pack bet; I simply told that story to my friend. I'll tell it soon...

Just wanted to let you all know that I'm at... THE COTTAGE. Yea!! If you're a regular reader of my blog you know all about this place already. If not, click the 'Growing Up' link at right).

This is where I transform into "Cwis", my alter ego. I did that this afternoon.

After warming up a bottle of milk I diapered up, used diaper tapes for the effect, put the toddler rail on my bed, and lay down.

I drank the entire bottle, sucked my thumb, and rolled around a lot, listening to the crinkle. I especially enjoyed listening to the waves lap against the shore; it brought back memories of me as a little kid doing this same thing.

At some point I turned onto my stomach, popped in my paci, and humped. I squirted myself straight into dreamland and slept for almost an hour.

When I woke up I was uncomfortable; I had to go.

Although I almost never, ever do this - I swear! - I, as so many of our little ABDL friends like to say, 'used my diaper for its intended purpose.'

That's code; figure it out.

I climbed out of my toddler bed and scampered down the stairs, turning on the television to CNN, then quickly turning the channel to something important: cartoons! Yay!

I sat on the floor feeling very authentically toddlerized; a horrific storm blew across the lake and I rolled over onto my tummy and watched, feeling very scared! ;)

After the storm cleared I decided to be truly daring. I grabbed Tevas, a t-short, and swim trunks - and threw them into a mesh dive bag. I threw that over my shoulder and walked outside, down the steps, and onto the beach - in just my diaper.

I did quite a bit of exploring on the beach, quite aware that at any moment someone could stumble upon this biggg baby in a big-ass very used diaper; I've done it before, but usually at night, and the freedom you feel when you're ONLY diapered, outdoors, on the lake - I still feel high from it.

I. LOVE. IT.

I waded into the water, swimwear way up on the beach, and swam out into the lake. The water was 72 degrees - fairly chilly - but the contents of my diaper were keeping me warm, and I was having so much fun I would have settled for 5-10 degrees colder, if I'd had to.

I swam around for about twenty minutes. I'm a former competitive swimmer, and while I'm nowhere near in that kind of shape, I still have some of the form. If you'd paddled by in a canoe you'd have seen Cwis doing the freestyle, diaper bobbing in the air.

Fortunately, nobody came by.

I finally did something I'm not proud of - but will do a thousand times again: changing time.

One of the reasons I actually USE (code, again) my diapers here is that I can swim out into the lake, rip off a diaper, and basically be changed. A little seaweed scrub and I'm done. I feel bad, of course, and as such won't be announcing which lake this is, exactly. But I've been doing this for years; today was no exception.

I noticed that, with the coldness of the water, my - ummm, winkie? Lol - was tryna hide like you wouldn't believe! If a fish had swim by at that moment it would've had to come by for a second look before making a determination. Dang! Still, I found my body wash floating around, gave everything a good scrubbing, and walked up the steps to the cottage. Naked.

I re-diapered and decided to take another nap. Amazing how horny little Cwis is, though. Squirt #2 and now I'm laying in a lounge, diaper and Tevas only, typing this on my iPhone.

TONIGHT: I plan to put on some shorts and drive out for dinner. I was contemplating Gerber Graduates but after that swim I'm hungwy! When I get back it's changing time, and then, if all goes well, Cwis floating around in his Pamper under the stars. I think I'll even heat up a bottle to warm things up a bit.

I still have tomorrow and part of Fwiday before fwiends come. This would've been funner with another diaperboy or two, but I find, as I did all those years I lived here, this area still sucks for ABDL. Short of a friend who has to work and two people who are 2-3 hours away, Syracuse, Rochester, Ithaca, and Elmira still suck ass for people onto diapers who actually want to DO something.

So tonite it will be Cwis solo. Tomorrow may bring a collegebaby from Rochester or a thug from the past who owes me; or maybe just me again.

Stay tuned...

PS - You don't get pictures of Cwis, but here's two that I'm looking at right now. The toddler bed later tonight...

NY Trip: Visiting Fwiends...

I visited a friend recently. He's worn for me twice before; for long-time readers of my blog, this is the same friend who I once got to buy adult diapers in exchange for a six pack... the friend who walked out of a grocery store with said six pack over his head and the diapers held even higher, screaming out "I sometimes need diapers when I drink alcohol!"

Anyway, my friend has a brand new house here in New York, and he's been wanting me to see it. He and his girlfriend have three children, including a little girl who is still in diapers. Since everyone here is fully aware of my diaper fetish, when I was trying to find the house in the dead of night they suggested over the phone that they could string a row of diapers across the road so that I would know which house it was.

They didn't do that, but I finally found the house anyway. When I walked into the garage my friend came running out ahead of everyone with a package in his hand. He unfolded his hand; in it he had one of the new Huggies jeans diapers.

"Here," he said. "You now have no excuse to try to hide your diapers in public. Now you can just walk around town wearing your jeans - wink wink - and nobody will ever know."

Ha, ha.

Still, the diapers are pretty chill. If only it were actually possible to walk around in diapers disguised as jeans. The designers had the right idea, at least...

A few photos:











The cutest part of the evening was when my friend's girlfriend, who I've only met once, explained the sleeping arrangements to me. Her son's bedroom doubled as the guest room, since it had a/c and access to the bathroom, so for the night they'd moved the boy to their room. We walked in and there, in the middle of the floor, was a toddler racecar bed in bright red.

"Most people choose to sleep on the couch, but (my friend) wasn't sure which you'd choose," she giggled. I laughed and set my stuff on the couch. She looked disappointed, and my friend walked in and flopped onto the racecar bed.

"You can front that you're sleeping on the couch, but you and I both know this is your - c'mon, say it with me now - DREAM BEDROOM?"

Cute, lol.

Home...

As many of you know, I am home (upstate New York) for most of July.

I was wandering around the house I grew up in - diapered, of course - and I found my old high chair.




When I saw it a hundred fantasies I've had replayed in my head. It's like that high chair is a portal to another time and place, a different headspace. As if, if I could jussst squeeze my fat ass into that seat and pull the tray into locking position, I could ride it like a time warp to the years I so often dream of going back to.

Side note: can you tell we were really, really poor?

Calendar: New York Trip

I am finalizing my plans for my trip to upstate New York. I will be in New York July 1st - July 26th. The primary reasons for my trip include working an event, spending time with friends and family, and LOTS of time on the boat. Still, I DO hope to fit in some sitting.

DEFINITES:
Syracuse
Rochester
Buffalo
Ithaca
Elmira
Finger Lakes

POSSIBLE:
Buffalo
Albany
Northern PA

NOT SURE:
Ontario: since a vehicle is being provided for me I'm not sure if it can be driven out of the USA. If not, I'd be down for meeting in Niagara Falls US, and I do hope to fly directly in to Toronto around our Thanksgiving for a long weekend.

CONTACT ME!
My email is abysitter@gmail.com. If you're down for diapered sailing, a photoshoot, coffee, etc., and are in the above-named areas... hit me up asap.