Bad News For Abies... LOL.

Wtf. A new Huugies diaper with no tapes? This cannot be good...
Making the Diaper Change Easier - NYTimes.com:
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/07/29/business/media/making-the-diaper-change-easier.html?_r=1

Hall of Shame: NH Facing More Charges

Remember: tricks are for kids...
http://www.unionleader.com/article/20110727/NEWS03/110729893

Last week...

If you've noticed a lack of new content on my blog (save Jesterbaby and Dominomotion - and thank goodness for them) it's for a good reason:

I had the best ABDL week of my life over the past ten days.

I wanted to share that with you, especially my regular readers.

I can't share why, how, or photos without the other party's permission. Since the other party is 100% straight and not ABDL that's not likely to come. If it does, I'll share more.

In the meantime I'll say this:

A close friend taught me a lot about myself, 

our lifestyle, 

and some of the reasons behind

why we are the way we are 

over the past ten days. 

I feel so fucking lucky...

I hope to share more eventually. 

Either way, because I have a lot to think about, I won't be doing much chilling during the remainder of my vacation.

Thanks for continuing to read Abysitter.com. 

And for continuing to contribute... especially now.

C-wis

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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Hall of Shame: Probation

Ex-firefighter gets probation for sex crimes - Longmont Times-Call

Below, a story about a Colorado firefighter who pleaded guilty to diapering an 11 yo after, in his words, "a year ago I let a strange sexual fetish take over my life..."

This young man received eighteen months work release and eight years sex offender probation.
Remember, folks: actual children have NO PLACE in the ABDL lifestyle.

Not even when you're marketing ABDL diapers... or boys training pants... rawr, tiger!

The full story:
http://www.timescall.com/news/longmont-local-news/ci_18487104

Hall of Shame: Three Years

From the mobile version of the New York Post... an update on the story about the young dude in OK who pleaded guilty to tricking women into babysitting him by pretending to be autistic.
Part of the honor code, folks: if you have to pretend to be special, you're not.
Full (mobile) story:
http://m.nypost.com/p/news/national/diaper_wearing_man_sentenced_oklahoma_7KBburx7Df62nUaAwJu5TJ

Baby Pictures: Dominomotion - Part I

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Update

New York trip has been keeping me hella busy. A few things coming out this week...
Baby Pictures from Dominomotion
A Story from Jesterbaby
A Trip Update from Cwis
Stay tuned...

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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TSA & Diapers

WTF at the TSA leaving their bag search notification INSIDE of my diaper box?

Are they trying to tell me they don't have a problem with diapers, after all the bad press?

Maybe just wet diapers...

Thanks, TSA!

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...

New York Trip: Wish You Were Here!

A quick New York vacation story, my last story for at least a week... I was inspired to write a story tonight for some reason... hehe...

So I'm vacationing in upstate New York. (You already know this, probably; I've mentioned it in previous blog entries more than a few times in the hopes that a few cool people I've talked to from upstate New York may be available to visit, and/or someone cool may decide to fly up or down while I have so much free time. Whoops, there I go again...)

Anyway, while I'm on vacation I'll be staying all over. My parents home where I grew up (eek! little Cwis memories galore)... our family's summer home (the "cottage" from the cottage stories some of you have read in entries past)... friends' homes... and, for at least a few weeks, on my sailboat.

My sailboat was, when I lived in New York, my pride and joy. It's in the 25' to 30' range, and is older than I am, but I love it. It sleeps five - or three comfortably - and that's why I bought it; I needed a place on the lake that I could go - just me - to get away. I was originally going to call it Kind of a Cottage until someone explained to me that, if I renamed it from its current name, it would probably sink. (I guess it's bad luck to rename a boat). The boat is 45 minutes from the cottage, and more than two hours from my family's home. But the drive is wondrously beautiful, and the town the boat is in is basically a tourist's heaven. Beautiful view, great people, and lots to do. I can walk to a movie theatre, to a dozen restaurants, and to a park with awesome nature trails. I love it here, which is why I take a whopping six weeks off in the summer to return.

[NOTE: I've included a picture of the inside of the boat, and some pictures from the cockpit; the inside isn't as clean and no longer includes a full bar, since I don't live in NY year round and, honestly, hardly ever drink anymore. So FYI, in case you decide to come out... it's BYOB... or just have a chill time without it.]

Anyway, you'll notice that I'm being cryptic here. I'm not giving up the name of the boat... its actual length, year, or manufacturer... the name of the town... and I'm not posting any pictures of the outside of the boat, even though I have a ton of them.

That's for two reasons.

The first reason is simple: I have a few diaper friends within driving distance, and I don't want to give up too much info to people unless I really get to know and trust them.

Why? Well, a few years ago one of my friends - a non-ABDL thug who wore diapers for me, long story - called me and told me that he was homeless and wondered if he could move onto my boat for a few weeks. I had to tell him no - and was surprised, and more than a little pissed, when he replied and told me "Well, then... I guess I better get my shit off of it, then." Expecting a yes he'd gotten dropped off at the marina with his sack of whatever it was he had. I'm all for helping friends in need, but this particular friend would have turned my boat into a marijuana grow operation, or something along those lines; no thank you. He'd only been to the boat once but remembered how to get to it... I've been more careful since.

The second reason is simple to most of us; my boat doubles as a nursery. Meaning, I wear diapers on it.

When I first bought the boat I spent the night aboard many times. My boat was once the largest sailboat in the marina (when it was new); it has since been displaced by many larger boats, some 10 feet longer than mine. The owners of such high-falutin' sailboats - almost all people in their sixties, seventies, and eighties - used to make condescendingly humorous comments to me about sleeping over. They thought it was a giggle that someone was actually sleeping aboard their boat. I didn't stop, and, eventually, I'd see them skulking past me with their overnight bags. Now it's a lot more common that people stay over, many for the weekend. I'm not sure if I started the craze, but one now tells everyone that he didn't stay over on his until he saw me stay over on mine. I suspect some of the other lemmings did the same.

Living on a sailboat, if even for a summer (or a few weeks in July and August, sigh...) is tough. I know people who "cruise" - that is, they take their boats around the world. I don't know how they do it. Mine stays at the dock at night, sailed only during the day, and only a few days each summer as time permits, and I still have trouble loading it up with provisions.

This gets even tougher when some of the provisions are ABDL-related.

The boat has lockers, cubbies for storage. One of them is only ABDL stuff. I have a selection of diapers, baby bottles, pacifiers, and a coloring book. I also bring a bag of other stuff aboard.

Here's where the fun begins.

First, wearing diapers on a boat is naturally fun as fck. The boat rocks. Like a... you know. So wearing a diaper, sucking on a pacifier, and slurping from a bottle all take on a whole new dimension as the hand of God rocks my cradle - or the wind, for you athiests. You might think I'm being silly, but rocking off to sleep in your berth - er, crib - is an awesome, awesome, awesome, awesome feeling. I love it...

Second, I love wearing diapers in public.

Many of you know that I regularly strip down to just a diaper at the cottage. In fact, on Saturday night nobody was around, and I spent three hours walking around in an Attend, sucking on a bottle of (at first) warm milk. I wore my diaper into the freezing cold lake, trying to ease my way in slowly so as to avoid stickee shock; eventually I wet, warming things up a little. I then spent an hour sitting in a sopping wet diaper in an adirondack chair, watching the sunset and some sort of fireworks display. Awesome night.

Anyway, back to the boat...

I love wearing diapers in public. On the boat, out in the lake, I'm able to get away with 100% diaperage - as long as I keep a pair of shorts handy for those who come close. (The people across the dock from me are naturists, and they actually boat nude; they don't think I know, but I was warned by about ten different boat owners never to accept an invitation to go boating with them for that reason, hehe).

Anyway, again... I love wearing diapers in public. And, at the dock, I am able to get away with so much. Right now, as I type this, I am wearing nothing but a diaper. The hatch in the bow is open to let air flow through, and I'm watching people wander by; they peek in trying to see in the various boats, but even if they can see me through the screen, which is doubtful, they couldn't tell I'm padded. Behind me is the entrance to the cockpit; I can look in the reflection of this here laptop, and see that there are people walking on the next dock over. Several boats have putted by, and I've turned around to check them out; all they can see is someone chilling with no shirt on. And let's be honest... who the fck wears a shirt on a boat?

There is a boat next to me, and a boat to my right. Right now I have the curtains drawn, and I always keep a spare pair of loose-fitting shorts nearby in case anyone decided to knock on my hull and ask for permission to come aboard. (It does happen). Closest call? Once a sheriff jumped on to my boat while I was taking a diaper nap (under the covers) with the hatch wide open; he didn't realize anyone was onboard and was trying to get the attention of an intoxicated jetskier coming by. He apologized for the intrusion, but after he returned to the dock I had to look down to see if my diaper had accidentally been showing. (It hadn't).

But the best part about wearing a diaper aboard is the most important - and the simplest... no walk to the bathhouse.

My boat has a head - or a bathroom. It has a toilet, in its own room, and a sink in thegalley (kitchen). The owner who I bought it from told me the head was "just something for the ladies to use out at sea", explaining that men go overboard, and nobody should ever go number two. The number two thing was no problem, but my first summer here I said fck it to the never-using-the-head thing. I went number one at night, rather than make the cold walk to the bathhouse three docks over, many times. One day I went to the pumpout station and all hell broke loose... I realized that something was wrong when I saw only a little pee pumped out. I went back into the boat and investigated; a seal had come loose on the tank, and urine (mostly mine, thank you) had dribbled out. I spent a whole weekend scrubbing, hosing, and cleaning. And covered the loo with a bunch of lifejackets and boating stuff to prevent anyone from using it. Now I walk to the bath house...

Or do I?

I actually do not, my friends. Because I don't have to.

Every night - even when I have most of my non-diaper friends aboard, as long as they know - I pamp up at bedtime. (Or, sometimes, such as today, before). When it's just me I fill a baby bottle with juice or water; when it's friends we often go out for coffee. Then I come back, Pamped, and go to sleep.

I wake up soaked, without fail. I love wearing my diaper, now about ten pounds heavier, to the bathhouse. I peel it off in the shower stall, wad it up, tape it, and toss it into the garbage. Then I shower, and voila... fresh and clean... and I've not used the evil toilet once!

This is most satisfying when I hear the guy in the boat next to me, who I swear must have a prostate problem, get up five times to walk to the bathhouse. His wife once confided to me that they purchased a urinal and he sometimes uses that and then pours it out; she didn't say where, but I no longer swim in the marina. He does, but that probably doesn't mean much...

One time he told me that he never sees me leave my boat at night.

"Do you use the head on that thing, or do you have some magic diapers?" he actually asked me. "If you have them, please share!"

(I wondered if he'd spotted me in a diaper through the curtain or somethng, but that was the last I'd heard of it, so I'm guessing not).

The trickiest part is disposing of soaked diapers the next day on days I'm going 24/7, like I will tomorrow. In this case I don't shower, I get some of that baby wipe action.

I feel like a teen again -Parents Gone, Diapers On! - as I sneak my wet diaper to the garbage, past other boaters sitting in their boats watching every fcking thing that comes by. On busy weekends the marina garbage is full, and I have to leave the bag on the grass behind the can, where people down-on-their-luck will often walk by and rummage through it looking for bottles and cans. I picture one opening my bag, crying out in dismay ("EEK!"), and the wet, wadded Pamper dropping to the ground and rolling down the dock, past the transfixed eyes of my fellow boat owners. So far nobody's looked at me any funnier going back to the boat than they did when I left so... I'm guessing it hasn't happened.

My goal is to have a full-scale diaper party on this mofo. Discrete in the marina, diapers only out on the lake, and then diapers under jammies - with no trips to the potty, thanks - for the overnight after. I already have hella fun when it's just me in my diapers, and I have hella fun when it's my friends; a group of select diaper friends packed in on this sardine can, sucking on bottles and watching Finding Nemo? Mmmhmm!

It's 8:36 p.m. and I'm about to waddle into town to get something for dinner. I am trying to decide between Gerber Graduates or chicken parm with a salad. Whatever I decide, I promise that I will down it with a sippy cup of something, and then lay back, diaper on, and drift off to sleep... rocking back and forth, side to side, under a nearly full moon, and the stars.

In the middle of the night, when it's pitch black out, if I'm up to it, I'll climb up the stairs to the cockpit - diaper only - and sip my bottle as I watch the sights of the marina after dark. To be sitting in my most natural state - diapered - so close to the people around me and, yet so far... it's awesome.

Sorry that the pictures have nothing to do with diapers - unusual for this blog, my regular readers will tell you. Just imagine me - or, if you choose, yourself - aboard, thickly padded.

I love my vacation.

"Wish you were here!"

(In the third picture my boat is the one with the light at the top of the mast lit up; don't just show up, now, hehehe...)

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