Ebook Update & Question #1...

First of all, a very sincere thank you... 

I want to thank everyone for your support. When I first published my e-book, Tales from the Crib, 

I have a confession to make: I was worried I might not sell very many copies lol. I've been blogging for more than nine years, and I know my blog readers sort of got accustomed to reading page after page of my stories without having to pay a penny.  I've heard "you should write a book" so many times, but... would anyone actually buy one? 

Well, a whole bunch of you have - whew! hehe - and for that I am extremely grateful.  

Unless you've written true accounts of your own ABDL experiences, I'm guessing you probably have no idea what goes into writing these stories. I'm not some copywriter over here churning out page after page of fapfiction; it takes me hours to complete a single blog entry, sometimes. The Little Bwo story I put together for this book took two days to write. Finishing the Baby Mikey story - finally, lol - took an entire afternoon. If you've noticed that it can sometimes take me months to write the next chapter of a story, that's often because the process takes so much out of me. These are real memories - some of the best moments of my life, and some of the worst, too - and I'm trying to do them justice on the pages of a blog (and, now, an e-book). Don't believe me? Write a story about a real-life ABDL encounter, and I bet you'll see.

Proceeds from the sale of the e-book are being put toward an ABDL resource project I am working on. Every copy of the e-book allows me to pay more for hosting, graphics, and other expenses that I'd otherwise have to cover myself. 

I spent nearly $500 alone on my photo contest, between sponsoring a prize a merchant couldn't cover and shipping out diaper sample packs to everyone who didn't win one of the other prizes. When I'm not abysitting I'm a freelance writer and social media manager, and every hour I spent writing ABDL stories and/or working on this project is an hour I'm not getting paid for freelancing. Frankly, I can't afford to do that all the time lol. Your support of my e-book helps offset that, and I love you guys for it. 

If you haven't purchased a copy yet, please check out the table of contests and FAQs - just click the link below. It's 350 pages of ABDL stories and commentary, and a ton of pics. And it benefits some amazing shit I'm excited to be able to share with you soon. 18+, please - and thanks, again, for your support.   

bit.ly/CwisEbook  

By the way, I've gotten a few comments on the blog, and some anonymous messages on Tumblr, from folks who want to buy a copy but who don't have PayPal or can't have "Abysitter" show up on their credit card statements. I can't reply to anon messages, folks. If you are one of those in this predicament, please email me at abysitter@gmail.com and I'll be glad to make alternative arrangements. 

Speaking of resources... 

Who remembers the blog series I did called What Makes Us Tick?  

You might remember that, back in 2010, I put out a request for help with this. A whole bunch of you responded, giving me your thoughts on why we are the way we are. I even did a Part II.  

I had plans to continue this series, but some of the responses that I got from my readers for my next question were so emotionally charged that I started reaching out to people individually. I never wrote the next part of the series. I was afraid to post some of the stories, honestly. Some of us have been waiting since forever to write about this, and the responses I was getting showed that. This is an emotional subject for some of us, filled with binging/purging, diaper drama, and some real doubts, in some cases.  

Instead of putting together the next 'chapter' in the series, I decided to put together an ABDL Guide. I reached out to people individually for help, and got some really good information back. People also offered to submit illustrations and photos, and folks approached me with a ton suggestions. 

I started working on it a few years ago, but a hard drive meltdown and backup failure resulted in the loss of a lot of what I'd completed. I got a promotion around the same time, became super busy with work and life stuff, and put it on the back burner for a while...  

Last year after a corporate restructuring gave me some extra time for travel I attended a diaper convention for the first time. I met a ton of you, and talked and listened to people from all corners of our community. I attended educational classes, where I listened to presentations on all sorts of things related to ageplay.  

One thing that struck me was that there are far more people than I realized who struggle with this aspect of their lives. I also noticed what may be a correlation between mental health issues and a need for 'littlespace' - and while that's not to say that people who are ABDL need mental health treatment, it did make me wonder what role this lifestyle plays in our mental health status - positive, negative, neutral?  I decided it was time to revisit the idea of an ABDL Guide.  

In coming weeks/months I'll begin putting out requests for help with this project of mine. I'll be asking people to share real-life experiences on certain topics, and to answer questions, in both poll and paragraph format. Some of these questions may be very personal. I hope to do some interviews at an upcoming convention for this, as well. I hope you'll consider helping. 

Answer my questions. 

Contribute illustrations. 

Submit photos that represent who we are and what we love about this. 

Or just buy the e-book, read some ABDL stories, and support the project. 

Question #1... The first question that I have is... what questions do you have?  

Is there something about your 'little side' you've been wondering about? 

Is there something about the ABDL fetish that you'd like me to crowdsource to the community? 

I've gotten a ton of requests for more about the history of our community itself, and I'm working on that. 

I've gotten a lot of requests for my blog entry on "Keeping It 18+", and I'm working on that. (It's actually done, in fact, and those of you who get my blog entries by email may have seen a preview copy that accidentally posted on 1/1 at 1 a.m. - whoops!) 

I've had suggestions for essays on relationships, safety, ageism, and - well, you get the idea. 

So many suggestions.  

But I still want to know: what do you want to read about?  

This isn't a survey - I'm asking you to email me and send a message with what you'd like to see an ABDL Guide contain.  Thanks in advance for taking the time!  

And again, if you purchased the e-book - you rock.   

Cwis

Flashback: The Trucker & The CB Radio

[CWIS'S NOTE] The passage below is excerpted from my story The Trucker & The CB Radio. It's published on the blog in three parts. Or, read the whole story in my e-book, 'Tales from the Crib' - 350 pages of ABDL stories and commentary for $9.99 - CLICK HERE TO CHECK IT OUT. Thanks to everyone who's purchased a copy so far - your support is very much appreciated! 

"So you're a Molicare guy, huh?" Kyle asked me. I told him I'd never worn a Molicare before, and he told me I was in for a treat. "I used to be afraid to stop in and buy diapers at the drug store. Now I pull my truck right in front of this healthcare place in South Carolina and just stock up," he explained. "They have all kinds of diapers I bet you've never seen. I'll try to get a different bag every time I stop there, give you a selection."

(This was before mail-order diaper services like XPMedical were popular.)

 I was excited. I was even more excited when Kyle informed me that he'd gotten ahead of schedule by almost a whole day.

"I can actually just hang out tomorrow," he explained. "I skipped some sleep so I could get here, I was hoping I'd somehow connect with you. I was ready to just sit on the CB radio and call you every five minutes for the whole day. I can't believe when I found you you were driving right in front of me."

"You were going to call out Diaper Kyle to Diaper Chris for a whole day?" I asked him incredulously. Kyle laughed and rolled his eyes.

"I was going to lay down in the back of the truck and do that," he confided. "I know it'd get annoying after a while. But if nobody knows who Diaper Kyle is... I'm okay, right?"

I had to laugh at that.

This was the last time Kyle and I would meet at a truck stop - and the second-to-last time we would meet. Neither of us knew it at the time, of course. But it's as if our penises did.

Kyle not only diapered me, but he - for no explicable reason - kneeled over me and rubbed the front of my diaper. For something like thirty minutes. He'd never done that before. Eventually he got undressed, climbed back over me but in reverse, and continued to rub - I was hard as fuck - with that beautiful bottom of his right in my face.

I played with his dick, getting him hard, too, and at some point I told him to lay down so I could hump. Kyle lay on his stomach - no diaper - humping his bed, his ass right up in my face, and I humped the fuck out of that diaper. I'm not sure if it was his bare bottom, or the fact that I was wearing a Molicare, or just knowing how lucky I'd been to connect with him out of the blue - or maybe, even, a combination of the three - but when I finally came, I came for what felt like five minutes, and it was fucking explosive.

Seriously, it took me back to that feeling I'd gotten the first time I ever ejaculated - it was that good. I felt myself trembling just before - that almost never happens - and when I came I could feel myself squirting so hard that I was surprised none squirted up past the waistband.

"Intense, right?" Kyle asked me when I was done. I nodded. "Yeah, they really know how to make the material in those Molicares. It's like they know that we jerk off in them."

Kyle still wasn't diapered, and I half-heartedly asked him if he wanted me to put one on him. He shook his head and began to grip his joint, stroking it furiously. It had taken me something like thirty minutes to ejaculate - I've always taken forever, something that's great when you want the pleasure to last, but not-so-great when you want the other person not to have to clear their calendar for a sexual encounter. It took Kyle about thirty seconds.

And Kyle seemed to have just as strong a reaction as I did; he squirted higher and longer than he had before, and some of his semen actually came down through the air and hit me in the face.

"Dude... what the fuck," I said, and we both started laughing.

"Blame yourself... you got me started," he told me. He wiped my face with his hand, and then grabbed a diaper and baby wipe, hit my face and his penis in one swoop. He then lay next to me, pulled his diaper up underneath his ass, and taped it on.

"You got good at that," I told him. "When you first tried you had no idea..."

He nodded proudly.

"Practice makes perfect," he told me. "I pretty much wear these every night, and a lot during the day now."

I think the fact that we'd both Old Faithful'd just a little while before made us sleepy. We lay on top of each other, kind of cuddling, and both of us were asleep within a few minutes...

READ THE REST OF THIS STORY ON MY BLOG, ABYSITTER.COM. 

IT'S ALSO IN MY BOOK, TALES FROM THE CRIB - 350 PAGES OF ABDL STORIES & COMMENTARY, WITH PICTURES, ALL FOR $9.99 - JUST CLICK HERE! 

Cwis's Christmas Message...

[CWIS'S NOTE] Part of the blog entry below is included in my new e-book, Tales from the Crib. I want to thank everyone who has purchased it so far - you guys rock. Proceeds from the sale are being put toward an ABDL resource project I am working on, and your support is very much appreciated. If you haven't checked it out yet, visit bit.ly/CwisEbook - it's 350 pages of ABDL-themed stories and photos, priced at $9.99. Thanks for your support! 

"Cwis's Christmas Message"

As the holidays approach, it occurs to me: I think that we don’t take nearly enough time to tell each other how much we appreciate one another.

So let me go first...

But before that, let me begin with a question…

What is it about the sensation of warm, wet piss that we love so much?

Think that over for a moment.

Most kids can’t wait to get out of diapers.

Meanwhile, us – a tiny, tiny fraction of the human population – somehow falls in love with the feeling of a urine-soaked diaper?

And do anything we can to stay in them for as long as possible?

To never outgrow them, really?

What the fuck even is that?

We have our own language.

If I were to turn to you on the bus and ask, “are you padded” – you’d have no trouble understanding exactly what I am asking you.

“Listen for the telltale crinkle,” you might reply.

“Hmm, Cushie?” I’d probably wonder aloud.

“Dry 24/7,” you’d likely retort. “Thickness, bro. Nothing but the best in my stash..." 

“Going to Teddy?” I’d inquire.

The other people on the bus would be like: What. The. Fuck. Is. This. Conversation?

But we’d get it.

Because we understand each other.

We speak the same language.

We are the only people who do.

We don’t realize that, of course, until we do our first internet search – “why do I like diapers” – and finally find out that we’re not alone.

But once we do, and we realize how ‘not alone’ we actually are, a feeling of relief sweeps over us.

We realize that we have a second family out there.

A community.

People who understand us in a way that nobody else could ever hope to.

Our secrets – and the connection we feel when we finally find someone else who speaks our secret language – is why the bonds we make with one another are so strong.

And, why the heartache is even stronger when one of those connections flakes.

That empty feeling is actually how Abysitter.com got started.

I readily admit that I began blogging for a pretty selfish reason: I wanted to stop losing ABDL connections.

I had seen signs that Aby.com was having trouble, and I questioned whether RUPadded.com could pick up where they left off if they ever shut down.

There was talk of mods being mean to users, and deleting them out of spite. DiaperSpace.com was also struggling, and ABDL accounts on MySpace were being deleted by the hundreds. If FetLife existed yet, we hadn’t found it.

So, between that and all of the binging and purging that was so common then, who knew if someone’s account would even be there if/when they returned for it?

So I reserved my Aby.com username, “Abysitter”, as a dot-com.

I’d already made some pretty powerful connections with people on the diaper sites, and lost them when they binged/purged or mods deleted their accounts – I couldn’t imagine losing you all if a site, or all of the sites, went down.

(For you little dunces, I’ll just say this: today our community is stronger than ever – in 2008 things were very different).

Anyway, I made an account on Blogger, and I advertised the link to Abysitter.com online a bit, and I started writing some stories.

Imagine my excitement when, days later – or maybe even weeks lol – I realized that someone besides me had actually viewed my blog for the first time!

Picture the look on my face, as I lay in an Attends and slurped on my bottle, furiously typing out my next story, knowing that someone would likely read it!!!

After a while it became clear I had at least two regular readers. Multiples!

I was super excited now. At least two people – maybe more, even – were making a habit of visiting abysitter.com to see what Chris had to say.

Soon, people were commenting. You’d better believe I was going all in, now. I was writing stories about personal stuff – going way back to my childhood, to my teen years, to my college days, covering everything.

Cwis was born.

Over time, those comments turned in to emails.

And the emails turned in to phone calls.

And that’s when I truly began to realize that my blog was more than a bit of ABDL entertainment for people.

Sure, some people probably came by, read a story or two, squirted, and merc’d.

But there were people my stories actually meant something to.

It turned out to be a lot of people.

You have no idea what that meant to first realize that.

I remember being in high school, faced for the first time with the realization that the boy I had fallen in love with – my bi-curious best friend – would never be able to fully connect with me.

He would never truly understand me, despite his best efforts. As understanding as he had tried to be, spending time on his own researching my fetish and even being willing to experiment with it a little, he would never be able to truly understand.

Mark could try to get inside my head, but he would never truly be inside the headspace.

Sometimes I didn’t know whether to feel sorry for myself, or sorry for him. But I was sorry for us, because everything about him was amazing, and yet I had this… flaw…

He knew I couldn’t get rid of it, so he tried to get into it.

I was moved by Mark trying so hard to connect with this, but deep down, I think I resented him. He had shown me as much love as anyone I’d ever known, offering to try this weird, perverted thing he knew that I had a strange affection for. His inability to enjoy it like I did should never have been held against him. But I was young, and stupid.

When I think back to how I felt, I hope my feelings didn’t reflect how I acted.

This was my best friend. His efforts to be the best possible friend anyone could ever hope for made me depressed when he was unsuccessful, and it eventually left him feeling understandably uncomfortable.

In a way, my resentfulness was probably driven by a latent jealousy of him. He was normal. I knew that he would go on to other partners he would make a full connection with – normal partners. Someone might one day ask him “what was the craziest thing you ever did to try to please someone,” and I would likely be the answer to that question someday. And then people would laugh. And that made me angry.

I still remember how I felt when I thought about it, with this empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. It seems so stupid to me now, but at the time my inability to understand this part of me ruined one of the best friendships I will ever have.

Yet I do somewhat understand it. Because I remember how badly I wished I could give up diapers for Mark – and that made me hate Mark even more. Even as I thought about who would be the next important person in Mark’s life, I also had to be wondering if I would ever make that kind of connection with anyone, ever, in my life.

Years later, of course, I know the answer to that question.

This community has helped me form the kinds of connections that teenage me thought would probably elude me forever.

You guys, collectively, have connected with me in ways I would have never thought possible.

ABenjaminButton, who wrote me a ‘thank you’ note when he graduated high school. When he put that I was his “big bro” on FetLife, that meant a lot to me. You know someone is a true friend when they hit you up about your health, and other things that have nothing to do with this, more than they do about diaper-related stuff. Not very many people have made the ‘cottage’ cut, Ben – glad you could make it twice.

Baby Spencey, and Daddy Paul, and Tyson, who made me feel at home at CAPCON, and hung out with me, making me feel like part of the community.

Hayden, who had the chance to hang out with a wild and crazy group of guys, but decided to chill with Cwis instead. I helped you with admissions essays, and I advised you on internships. I am very proud of you, no matter what. Thanks for always trying to make me feel needed.

Baby isaidno, who asked for help with his resume, and hit me up with questions about toll booths and rants about speeding tickets. It felt good to actually talk to an ABDL about non-ABDL things - people weren't doing that then. If I had known that things were going to be so rushed, I might have done things differently.

Champ, a prolific ABDL story writer who has made many contributions here, and writes meaningful stuff on his own Tumblr space. A long, late-night conversation at CAPCON was one of the highlights of 2016 for me - sucks that I was too exhausted at that late hour to really connect. 

Javi, my eyes and ears on Tumblr, always linking me to the latest posts I might have otherwise missed. Thanks for your help with the foto contest. 

My little Cunickistanian bwo’s – you know who you are. From hours-long phones calls with one to a birthday Skype session I’ll never forget with the other – and, now that I think about it, probably wasn’t supposed to tell anyone about – you guys rock. And I’m not even going to put an “eh” at the end of that sentence, because I love you like you were right here with me in America.

Nick and Ryan, a couple of locals in my new home area, who have met up with me and shared with me some very chill diaper hangouts. Relocating was a big move for me, and it feels good to be in a community that is so welcoming, without drama... 

And many, many, many, many more. 

Seriously, I could do a whole blog series just naming the names of the people in this community who mean something to me. 

I’ve met many of you in person. 

Others I haven’t gotten to meet yet - but the online conversations we’ve had, and the connections we’ve made, have made my life richer in ways that I can’t even begin to describe. 

If we’ve connected and you don’t see your name in the list above, don’t even sweat it – I see you. 

I once wondered if I was completely alone in my love for diapers. I questioned whether I would ever be able to shake this thing. I actually longed to be ‘normal’, to be rid of this facet of my life that I was so afraid would define my personality, my sexuality, and other aspects of who I am.

Fast forward a few years. 

Being a part of this community is such a part of my identity that I can honestly say I couldn’t live without it. 

Nor would I want to.

I am proud of who I am, now. 

And let's be honest - none of that would have happened without all of you, those listed above and so many of those unlisted. 

Another realization hits me on a regular basis, now. When I'm laying out on the dock late at night, in nothing but a diaper, staring up at the stars. When I'm rolling around with new diaper friends, swapping growing-up-ABDL stories. Or just when I'm scrolling through hours worth of hot AF Tumblr content... and that realization is this: 

I fucking love diapers, yo.

Not just for how I feel when I’m hanging out with a little bro. Nor only because of how magical the headspace is that I’ve retreated to so often through the years. 

Both of those things are amazing, of course, and I don’t take them for granted for a minute.

But the reason I love diapers the most is because there’s this amazing community, filled with thousands of people, who – let’s be honest – probably wouldn’t even be a community without them.

The one connection in all of our lives is diapers.

So yes, I’ll readily admit it: sometimes I find myself laying with my face on a stunning padded ass, and what am I thinking about? I'm thinking about how lucky I am to be ABDL.

Lucky because, for want of this little garment of plastic-backed absorbency, I wouldn’t have had many of the experiences that I've had. 

I probably wouldn't know most of you.

And, for want of those relationships, and all of you, my life would be a fraction as full as it is today.

No, sir, this stinking, piss-stained piece of terrycloth covered in some sort of yellowing plastic or vinyl - as objectionable as it may be to most of society by our age - has somehow remained important – imperative, even – in my life. 

And, if you're reading this, I'm assuming also in yours.

They are the singular thing that has helped us forge connections with people we would likely never have met otherwise.

Without diapers – the same diapers most kids can’t wait to be done with – how fucking ordinary would all of our lives be?

Imagine all we would have missed out on.

Some of the most amazing people to ever enter my life have entered it wearing a Bambino or a Dry 24/7. And I’ve changed many of them. Hopefully for the better, hehe.

You folks are my padded family, and my life wouldn’t be the same without you.

So as the holidays approach, it occurs to me, again: I think that we don’t take nearly enough time to tell one another how much we appreciate one another.

So, now, let me be the one to begin.

I appreciate you.

All of you.

I want to thank each of you for riding with me these past eight years.

You contest entrants, and contest sponsors, and contest voters.

You guest entry writers.

You diaper models sending in so many adorable pictures.

You Q&A answerers.

And, last but not least, you blog readers.

All of you.

It has been an amazing journey, and if you have been a part of it in any way whatsoever, I thank you.

I mean that... thank you.

I remember how I once wanted so desperately to change one thing about me more than anything else.

Because of this community, though, I’m left wanting to change one thing more than anything else – and while it is the same thing, it has such a different meaning now.

I think you probably know what I mean.

You guys did that.

You made me feel normal, and then some of you took it a step above that, and you made me feel like I was really worth something.

That is what we do for each other in this community.

So please… find someone who has made you feel worth something, and let them know.

Don’t wait.

And please, keep doing it. Never stop doing it.

So proud to be an ABDL. So proud to be a part of this community.

Love you all,

Cwis

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Pampers & Parolees - From the E-book

“Lay down on the – bed,” I instructed.

He did, laying out on his stomach, stretching out and seeming to relax.

I thought that there might be some nervousness about this, but he seemed to have no concerns.

As I pulled a diaper out of my backpack I admired his physique. He was in very good shape, muscular, athletic. His ass was hot. His underwear didn’t really do much to flatter it, sort of tattered and torn, but I could see his buttcrack through the cloth and it, too, was in good shape.

“You putting that shit on me, huh?” Antwan asked, looking up. I nodded, and then kneeled down, pulling his underpants down and off. He seemed to be a natural at this: instead of tensing up he simply poked his ass up into the air a little, stretching out and letting out a big yawn.

“Turn over,” I instructed. He did.

He… was… big.

I should mention that, having diapered more than a 100 people since I started, I’ve seen a shit ton of penises. And the stereotypes you hear about are just that – stereotypes. Not all black guys have bigger penises. Not all Asian guys have smaller penises.

But they do have a tendency to be true. And Antwan easily had the biggest cock I had ever seen. I almost told him that I was worried that the diaper might not fit over it – I’d only brought medium Attends, and the batch I’d last bought seemed to be running a little small. I decided to say nothing.

“First time you’ve done anything with a black guy?” Antwan asked. I wondered if he’d read my mind.

“Actually, yea,” I answered. He laughed.

“First time doing anything with a white guy?” I asked, half-jokingly.

He stopped laughing and looked at me, very seriously.

“First time doing anything with a guy period, yo.”  

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What’s New?

Many of the stories you’ll read in the e-book/PDF have been published in my blog before, but have been in multiple parts - one is in a series of 10 different blog entries. They have all been condensed into book form here, so each story can be read in one sitting. 

Other parts of the book are newly-written and have never been published on the blog before. These include: 

New! Christmas Message

New! Pampers & Parolees

New! Schaefer’s First Time

New! Little Bwo - w/ pics 

Two stories have been finished for the e-book/PDF: 

Updated! Diapered Deals - the Baby Craig Story

Updated! Mikey & Me - w/ pics

Table of Contents…

Christmas Message from Cwis…

A message thanking all of my followers, some of whom have been alone for an eight-year ride. 

What Is Abysitting?

Wondering what an babysitting session might be like? I detail it here, complete with pictures of the “big boy bucket”. A bunch of you have experienced this over the years, and I look forward to sitting and diapering many more people in our community. One of my first blog entries, this entry on my blog has been read thousands of times. 

Message…

A blog entry I wrote to the community in 2011, after so many of my ABDL friends wrote to me about the thrashing our community took following an episode of the television show Taboo featuring one of us. 

Message: Dyl’s Response

A response written by one of my readers, who sparked a conversation with his parents by allowing them to read my “Message” blog entry. This was originally left as a multi-part comment on my blog, but was submitted via email, also. 

Ghosts of Christmas Diapers Past…

An entry I wrote about my Christmases growing up, either in diapers or wanting to be. 

Open Letter to Collegebaby Chad

My response to a college baby battling depression in part because of his interest in diapers. 

Growing Up: The Cottage

I write about my grandfather’s summer cottage, and how I feel that it, and experiences I had there, contributed to who I am as an ABDL. I diapered my best friend there when we were in high school. I almost got caught wearing when I feel asleep in the sun laying out on the dock. Another time I nearly got caught when I ventured out in a sinking rowboat wearing only a few baby diapers taped together. The cottage was my place to explore my little side - and it’s still just as important to me today. 

Early Community Experiences

I came up as a college baby when the internet was brand fucking new. Our community was filled with people who were being presented with the possibility of meeting someone else into diapers for the first time - and they were having none of it. Nothing but fakers, flakes, and people who’d delete their accounts every other week for a while. I write about some of that here… 

• “Near Miss” - I watched someone I connected with over the phone get off the Thruway, turn around, and get right back on. He later pretended he’d never been there, as I threw away all my diapers, my first/last real “purge”… 

• “First Time” - I had someone I’d met online visit my apartment - where after a few hours of deep conversation he absolutely lost his shit, certain that I was trying to set him up because of his sick fetish. 

Pampz For Pay

Our community is big. Chances are there is another ABDL less than an hour from you - and some of us are lucky enough to live in a community filled with diaper boys. We have whole munches and shit. 

But when I was coming up, it wasn’t that way. After a flaker, a flipper-outer, and so many deleted accounts, I just said fuck it, and took to a telephone chat line - who remembers the ‘Party Lines’ - asking straight guys “Who wants to wear a diaper for dough?” 

Dozens did, so I had a shit ton of hot diapering experiences with random straight vanillas. I write about some of those experiences here… 

• “Pampz For Pay” - My first time was with a guy who had poop-stained underwear. I had to wipe him and then wipe him again, and I even gave him the rest of my baby wipes for the walk home. Some of these people were really struggling… 

• “Beam Me Up, Scotty” - I almost missed out on Scotty, for a few reasons - but wound up having one of the hottest experiences I have ever had. 

• “Anthony” - I write about my experiences with Anthony, who was cool as fuck, and who moved away too soon. 

• “Pampers & Parolees” - I write about diapering a gang member trying to earn $25 for his electronic home confinement payment - complete with a visit from his parole officer. 

• “Last Time” - I diapered a kid named Chris who became something of a friend. That was, until he robbed me at knife point. I tell that story here… 

Pampered Pals

Over the years a number of my vanilla friends have worn diapers with me. Some did it out of pure curiosity. Others did it for a little extra $. One did it for a case of beer. And Craig did it for a car… 

• “Diapered Deals” - Craig wanted a car. Coincidentally, I had an extra one laying around. He came up with a plan: a shit ton of diaper time and some cash for the Mustang. I’m not sure he knew what he was getting himself into, but he figured it out pretty quick when I pulled over and put him in a diaper on the picnic table at a rest stop. 

• “Baby Chad Visits Orlando” - Chad was a freshman in college, and he visited Orlando on some type of school trip. His visit was amazing, and he followed that up with a second visit a year later. 

• "Schaefer’s First Time” - Schaefer was nervous as hell, having never been diapered by anyone before. I mistook the confidence he projected in his Tumblr pictures as IRL confidence, and was reminded that, while some of us have been around the community for years and have a ton of experiences, we have to make adjustments for those who haven’t had experiences yet. 

• “The Trucker & The CB Radio” - I met a truck driver in the parking lot of a truck stop in a snowstorm. He was diaper curious, and somehow all the stars aligned and… well, you can read about it in the book. Let’s just say I haven’t seen a US Express truck pass me without trying to see who the driver is in all the years since… 

• “Mikey & Me” - Mikey was a Facebook friend, although we’d met briefly when he lived in my city. He was battling addiction, homeless, and living in the woods in PA when he hit me up to ask if I’d let him come stay with me while I was on vacation. I was hesitant, at first, and he made me an offer he knew I couldn’t refuse. What followed was a week in diapers with a straight/vanilla friend - and it was one of the best weeks of my life. 

• “Little Bwo” - It was summertime when I got an email from a high school senior who called himself “B”. He was writing letters to all of the people who had helped him along his journey growing up, and he wanted to include me in that list - he’d discovered my blog at some point, and it had meant something to him. He visited Orlando and then became one of the few community members to be invited out to the cottage. Somewhere along the line he attained ‘little bro’ status - and gave me a glimpse of the best our community has to offer. 

Frequently Asked Questions…

FAQ: Why are you selling an e-book/PDF? You’ve always published your material online for free. 

I’ve been blogging for more than eight years, and have never charged a penny for anything. I haven’t ever sold advertising on my blog, and in fact have advertised ABDL diaper brands and events free of charge, even turning down paid ad offers in place of a free blog entry. 

Monies raised through the sale of this e-book will be put toward an ABDL project I am working on, WhyDiapers.com. 

FAQ: Why not Kindle/Apple Books? 

The PDF, once downloaded, can be stored in Apple Books on an iPhone or iPad. I am not selling it in the Kindle Store or Apple Books store for two reasons: doing so would extend the availability date by weeks, if not months; and, because some of my poll respondents who do not live in the USA said that either one or both of those options aren’t available where they live. A PDF link is available to everyone, everywhere. 

FAQ: Is the book available in paperback format? 

My book is only available as an e-book at this time. This tends to be more practical for many in our community, who might enjoy a 350-page e-book filled with ABDL stories but who probably don't want to have something like that laying around. If there proves to be demand for a physical copy I'd consider that in the future. 

FAQ: Why do you have to be 18+ to buy the book? 

This book contains erotica, including graphic scenes depicting diaper wearing, diaper changing, and some sexual content. It also contains pictures of guys in diapers. Therefor, purchasers must be 18+.

FAQ: Can I get a free copy? 

I have given out free copies of the e-book to anyone whose story or photos appear in it. I appreciate each purchase of this book, because the proceeds are being put toward a project I am working on that is very important to me. Each free copy that I give away takes away from that. Thanks for understanding! 

FAQ: Can I buy a copy of the book for someone else? 

Thank you for respecting copyright! Each copy of my e-book/PDF sold means more time I am able to put toward my WhyDiapers.com project. If you would like to buy a copy of the book for someone, please email me so that arrangements may be made.

FAQ: Are your stories true? 

My stories are 99% true. I'm writing from memory, so I sometimes fill in fuzzy details. But every single event I write about occurred at some point in my life; only things like names, cities/states, and other identifying details have been changed. The e-book has a disclaimer, for legal reasons. At the very least, the stories could be classified as "autobiographical fiction" hehe.

FAQ: Why are all of your stories so... gay? 

You probably already guessed it: I am gay. My stories are autobiographical... they basically reflect my own life experiences. I've diapered a shit ton of people over the years, and all of those people were male, so my stories tend to be about male-male diapering. If you're looking for heterosexual diaper stories involving females, this is not the e-book for you, I'm afraid. 

FAQ: Will you still be blogging? 

Yes, I'll continue to blog at Abysitter.com. This e-book/PDF is my answer to all of the people who have suggested through the years that I put my stories into book format. It's also an opportunity to raise funds for something that is very important to me. Keep watching this space for more information on WhyDiapers.com, coming soon. 

Cwis's ABDL E-Book On Sale Soon...

TALES FROM THE CRIB, my #ABDL e-book, will be finished and ready for download in the next few days!!! 

This book is an opportunity for me to put my stories into e-book format, and to raise funds for my upcoming WhyDiapers.com project. 

Keep watching this space, and my mailing list, for availability. Thank you for your support!

About the E-book

The e-book will be sold in PDF format. It is more than 300 pages long, and includes at least 20 stories, as well as a few dozen ABDL-related photos. 

I have decided to sell the e-book in PDF format. It will be on sale for $9.99 until the first 100 are sold; then the price will be raised. 

The e-book will be available via a dedicated download link which will be made available to the purchases via an email message within 24 hours of purchase confirmation. The link will remain available for at approximately 72 hours. Purchasers should watch their email for the link, and then should download the e-book/PDF upon receipt of the email, and save it to their device. The PDF file is very large, so having WiFi access during the download is definitely recommended. 

What’s New?

Many of the stories you’ll read in the e-book/PDF have been published in my blog before, but have been in multiple parts - one is in a series of 10 different blog entries. They have all been condensed into book form here, so each story can be read in one sitting. 

Other parts of the book are newly-written and have never been published on the blog before. These include: 

New! Christmas Message

New! Pampers & Parolees

New! Schaefer’s First Time

New! Little Bwo - w/ pics 

Two stories have been finished for the e-book/PDF: 

Updated! Diapered Deals - the Baby Craig Story

Updated! Mikey & Me - w/ pics

Table of Contents…

Christmas Message from Cwis…

A message thanking all of my followers, some of whom have been alone for an eight-year ride. 

What Is Abysitting?

Wondering what an babysitting session might be like? I detail it here, complete with pictures of the “big boy bucket”. A bunch of you have experienced this over the years, and I look forward to sitting and diapering many more people in our community. One of my first blog entries, this entry on my blog has been read thousands of times. 

Message…

A blog entry I wrote to the community in 2011, after so many of my ABDL friends wrote to me about the thrashing our community took following an episode of the television show Taboo featuring one of us. 

Message: Dyl’s Response

A response written by one of my readers, who sparked a conversation with his parents by allowing them to read my “Message” blog entry. This was originally left as a multi-part comment on my blog, but was submitted via email, also. 

Ghosts of Christmas Diapers Past…

An entry I wrote about my Christmases growing up, either in diapers or wanting to be. 

Open Letter to Collegebaby Chad

My response to a college baby battling depression in part because of his interest in diapers. 

Growing Up: The Cottage

I write about my grandfather’s summer cottage, and how I feel that it, and experiences I had there, contributed to who I am as an ABDL. I diapered my best friend there when we were in high school. I almost got caught wearing when I feel asleep in the sun laying out on the dock. Another time I nearly got caught when I ventured out in a sinking rowboat wearing only a few baby diapers taped together. The cottage was my place to explore my little side - and it’s still just as important to me today. 

Early Community Experiences

I came up as a college baby when the internet was brand fucking new. Our community was filled with people who were being presented with the possibility of meeting someone else into diapers for the first time - and they were having none of it. Nothing but fakers, flakes, and people who’d delete their accounts every other week for a while. I write about some of that here… 

“Near Miss” - I watched someone I connected with over the phone get off the Thruway, turn around, and get right back on. He later pretended he’d never been there, as I threw away all my diapers, my first/last real “purge”… 

“First Time” - I had someone I’d met online visit my apartment - where after a few hours of deep conversation he absolutely lost his shit, certain that I was trying to set him up because of his sick fetish. 

Pampz For Pay

Our community is big. Chances are there is another ABDL less than an hour from you - and some of us are lucky enough to live in a community filled with diaper boys. We have whole munches and shit. 

But when I was coming up, it wasn’t that way. After a flaker, a flipper-outer, and so many deleted accounts, I just said fuck it, and took to a telephone chat line - who remembers the ‘Party Lines’ - asking straight guys “Who wants to wear a diaper for dough?” 

Dozens did, so I had a shit ton of hot diapering experiences with random straight vanillas. I write about some of those experiences here… 

“Pampz For Pay” - My first time was with a guy who had poop-stained underwear. I had to wipe him and then wipe him again, and I even gave him the rest of my baby wipes for the walk home. Some of these people were really struggling… 

“Beam Me Up, Scotty” - I almost missed out on Scotty, for a few reasons - but wound up having one of the hottest experiences I have ever had. 

“Anthony” - I write about my experiences with Anthony, who was cool as fuck, and who moved away too soon. 

“Pampers & Parolees” - I write about diapering a gang member trying to earn $25 for his electronic home confinement payment - complete with a visit from his parole officer. 

“Last Time” - I diapered a kid named Chris who became something of a friend. That was, until he robbed me at knife point. I tell that story here… 

Pampered Pals

Over the years a number of my vanilla friends have worn diapers with me. Some did it out of pure curiosity. Others did it for a little extra $. One did it for a case of beer. And Craig did it for a car… 

“Diapered Deals” - Craig wanted a car. Coincidentally, I had an extra one laying around. He came up with a plan: a shit ton of diaper time and some cash for the Mustang. I’m not sure he knew what he was getting himself into, but he figured it out pretty quick when I pulled over and put him in a diaper on the picnic table at a rest stop. 

“Baby Chad Visits Orlando” - Chad was a freshman in college, and he visited Orlando on some type of school trip. His visit was amazing, and he followed that up with a second visit a year later. 

"Schaefer’s First Time” - Schaefer was nervous as hell, having never been diapered by anyone before. I mistook the confidence he projected in his Tumblr pictures as IRL confidence, and was reminded that, while some of us have been around the community for years and have a ton of experiences, we have to make adjustments for those who haven’t had experiences yet. 

“The Trucker & The CB Radio” - I met a truck driver in the parking lot of a truck stop in a snowstorm. He was diaper curious, and somehow all the stars aligned and… well, you can read about it in the book. Let’s just say I haven’t seen a US Express truck pass me without trying to see who the driver is in all the years since… 

“Mikey & Me” - Mikey was a Facebook friend, although we’d met briefly when he lived in my city. He was battling addiction, homeless, and living in the woods in PA when he hit me up to ask if I’d let him come stay with me while I was on vacation. I was hesitant, at first, and he made me an offer he knew I couldn’t refuse. What followed was a week in diapers with a straight/vanilla friend - and it was one of the best weeks of my life. 

“Little Bwo” - It was summertime when I got an email from a high school senior who called himself “B”. He was writing letters to all of the people who had helped him along his journey growing up, and he wanted to include me in that list - he’d discovered my blog at some point, and it had meant something to him. He visited Orlando and then became one of the few community members to be invited out to the cottage. Somewhere along the line he attained ‘little bro’ status - and gave me a glimpse of the best our community has to offer. 

Frequently Asked Questions…

FAQ: Why are you selling an e-book/PDF? You’ve always published your material online for free. 

I’ve been blogging for more than eight years, and have never charged a penny for anything. I haven’t sold advertising on the blog, and in fact have advertised ABDL diaper brands and events free of charge. Monies raised through the sale of this e-book will be put toward an ABDL project I am working on, WhyDiapers.com.

FAQ: Why not Kindle/Apple Books? 

The PDF, once downloaded, can be stored in Apple Books on an iPhone or iPad. I am not selling it in the Kindle Store or Apple Books store for two reasons: doing so would extend the availability date by weeks, if not months; and, because some of my poll respondents who do not live in the USA said that either one or both of those options aren’t available where they live. A PDF link is available to everyone, everywhere. 

FAQ: Is the book available in paperback format? 

My book is only available as an e-book at this time. This tends to be more practical for many in our community, who might enjoy a 300-page e-book filled with ABDL stories but who probably don't want to have something like that laying around. If there proves to be demand for a physical copy I'd consider that in the future. 

FAQ: Why do you have to be 18+ to buy the book? 

This book contains erotica, including graphic scenes depicting diaper wearing, diaper changing, and some sexual content. It also contains pictures of guys in diapers. Therefor, purchasers must be 18+.


FAQ: Can I get a free copy? 

I have given out free copies of the e-book to anyone whose story or photos appear in it. I appreciate each purchase of this book, because the proceeds are being put toward a project I am working on that is very important to me. Each free copy that I give away takes away from that. Thanks for understanding! 

FAQ: Can I buy a copy of the book for someone else? 

Thank you for respecting copyright! Each copy of my e-book/PDF sold means more time I am able to put toward my WhyDiapers.com project. If you would like to buy a copy of the book for someone, please email me so that arrangements may be made.


FAQ: Are your stories true? 

My stories are 99% true. I'm writing from memory, so I sometimes fill in fuzzy details. But every single event I write about occurred at some point in my life; only things like names, cities/states, and other identifying details have been changed. 

FAQ: Will you still be blogging? 

Yes, I'll continue to blog at Abysitter.com. This e-book/PDF is my answer to all of the people who have suggested through the years that I put my stories into book format. It's also an opportunity to raise funds for something that is very important to me. Keep watching this space for more information on WhyDiapers.com, coming soon.