Little Teddy ABDL

The first time I did it, I had such conflicting feelings, I remember feeling embarrassed, humiliated and gross, but yet… there was a tiny part that felt nice..? I wasn’t quite sure my thoughts on it.

I shelved it away for a while, only trying a handful of times after. I came to realize that while I like how little it makes me feel, as a little without a daddy back then, I did not enjoy the clean up at all. Especially because I was still living at home and it was a major pain to take care of a messy diaper.

When I met Daddy we both talked about this before but going in front of someone is incredibly hard, I eventually did it with him in the same room. And we always have playtime after I’ve made a messy in my diaper/pull up.

What are you doing little one?

Uh nothings.

Are you sure? That diaper looks awfully puffy for nothing

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The living room glowed with soft morning sunlight filtering through the curtains.

She sat cross-legged on the fluffy rug right in front of the television, wearing her favorite Sesame Street pajamas. The long-sleeve shirt had a big smiling Elmo on the front, and the cozy bottoms were covered in the colourful characters.

The soft fabric was comfy and babyish, and the pj bottoms did nothing to hide the obvious padded bulk of her diaper underneath.

Her eyes were wide and sparkling as she watched Sesame Street. Big Bird was teaching Elmo and Abby Cadabby how to share toys in the most cheerful way possible. The bright colors and happy music filled the room.

She suckled steadily on her warm morning baba, the sweet milk tasting so comforting as she rocked gently side to side. The bottle was almost empty.

Every now and then she let out a tiny, contented hum around the nipple, completely lost in the bright puppets and silly songs.

Elmo’s so silly today, and Big Bird’s feathers look extra fluffy. Everything feels so nice and warm and safe… she thought dreamily.

In the background, Daddy hummed while washing dishes after breakfast. The clink of plates and running water mixed softly with the cartoon music.

She barely noticed. She was too busy finishing her baba, too happy sitting right here in her favourite little spot with her blankie draped over her lap.

With one last big suckle, the bottle emptied. She set it down carefully beside her and popped her paci into her mouth instead, clutching her blankie tighter against her chest. The soft fabric brushed her cheek as she bounced lightly to the next song, eyes never leaving the screen.

A funny, warm pressure started growing in her tummy.

OR

Rule 2: You are always required to talk about using your diaper. If you're wetting yourself, you must loudly blurt out "I'M GOING POTTY IN MY DIAPER," no matter where in the house you are, or what you're interrupting. If you're messing, you will holler "OH NO, I'M GOING POO POO!" Rubbing? Humping? Bouncing? Cumming? You won't hide those dirty little secrets from me. Everything going on in your diaper is to be announced as loud as you can, at the moment it's happening.

"Uh-oh!" I cooed in a lilting, sing-song voice, smiling at the sight of the discoloured padding between my wife’s legs. "Did little La-La have an accident in her diapee?"

Alana gazed at me blankly for a few moments, blinking stupidly, then stared down at her drooping diaper. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, only now aware of the heavy wetness between her legs. "Oop-shee..." she lisped from behind her pacifier. "Oop-shee, Dada! Wet-wet!”

Dressed in nothing but her t-shirt and nappy, Alana was already attracting a lot of attention from the other beach-goers. Despite her long and slender legs, she toddled about as unsteadily as a two-year-old, her shapely bottom clashing absurdly with the babyish bulk it was wrapped in. Her generous breasts wobbled braless beneath her top while she splashed in the shallows or sat building sandcastles with clumsy hands. Now her soaked Pampers were drawing even more stares and snickers.

I grinned. "Such a silly baby! You couldn't even tell you'd tinkled until Daddy told you, could you? Who’s a silly girl? Who’s a silly little soggy-pants baby?”

Alana giggled, enjoying the sweet tone of my voice. “Siwwy!” she squealed loudly, pulling a few more gazes in our direction as she bounced up and down on the spot, pigtails flapping about her face. “I a siwwy, soggy-panths bay-bee, Dada!”

I chuckled and stroked her hair. “You certainly are. Daddy likes you so much better like this, sweetheart. No more snarky comments, no more nagging. And I happen to think soggy diapers suit you much better than those boring business suits you used to wear.” I cupped her face in my hands, looking into her blank, innocent eyes. "Grown-up time for good girls," I said softly.

Something shifted in her expression, a look of mild confusion that turned to mounting horror as her adult mind came back, and she realised where she was, what she was wearing, how many people were watching...

All her memories of the past few days suddenly clarified. How I’d promised to help her unwind after a difficult day at work, and shown her that strange, spiralling video with the pretty colours that had made her feel so relaxed and sleepy and small. How I’d taken her into her office and paraded her around in front of all her former subordinates dressed like a one-year-old, even letting that intern she always yelled at tickle her tummy and pat her thickly diapered bottom! How I’d brought her to her favourite fancy restaurant, strapped a bib around her neck, and fed her a meal off the kid’s menu while she babbled happily and received pitying looks from the other diners. And now here, at a public beach, where she'd been making an infantile spectacle of herself in front of hundreds of people...

Her body tensed, her hands balled into fists, and she opened her mouth to unleash a furious tirade, pacifier falling from her lips.

"Baby time for bad girls," I said quickly, before she could get a word out, and at once her shoulders relaxed again. All the anger and humiliation drained out of her eyes in a second, replaced by a vacant contentment. I tickled her under the chin and elicited a gurgling giggle. "That's better," I crooned, cuddling her close and kissing her forehead. "It’ll be fun to bring big girl Alana back every now and then, to show her how she’s spending her life, but I think a few seconds is all I can stand. I much prefer my little La-La.”

Alana's expression changed again, gaze tightening and lips pursing together, as if she was thinking hard, and for a moment I feared the hypnosis was failing, that my ruthless, intelligent wife was fighting the mental conditioning. But then she let out a soft grunt and bent her knees.

“Oopsie-daisy!” I chuckled. "Is baby La-La going poo-poo in her pants?"

Alana cocked her head, mouth hanging open, and after a moment she frowned and reached behind her to press a hand to the back of her Pampers. Then she grinned proudly and nodded. “Poopy, Dada!”

"Who's a messy girl?" I cooed, reaching out with tickling fingers to illicit more delighted squeals from my big baby girl. "Is it you, La-La? Are you a messy-bum baby at the beach?"

One Week Later

“Oh Naomi!” Isaac laughed.

Naomi looked up at her Daddy and grinned cheekily. She was squatting down in the middle of the bedroom wearing nothing but her sopping wet overnight nappy. She let out a cute grunt, and something dropped into the seat of her diaper, making it droop heavily between her legs.

Isaac shook his head, smiling. “What a messy girl!” he cooed, as his girlfriend-turned-baby scrunched up her face into a silly pout and grunted again, filling her britches with another yucky load. “Are you making your morning messies?”

Naomi straightened up with a big, dumb smile on her face when she was finished pooping her pants, and Isaac held out his arms for a cuddle. She squealed with pleasure at the invitation and hurriedly toddled into his embrace, pressing her bare chest against him eagerly and allowing him to scoop her up effortlessly into his arms.

“What a stinky baby!” Isaac said, planting a kiss on Naomi’s cheek.

“You don’t have to let this ruin your life, baby,” Melissa’s boyfriend said gently. “You just need to have a new attitude about things.”

“A new attitude?!” Melissa repeated furiously. “Last time I went out with Emily and Janet, I pooped my diaper right in front of them. We were in the middle of the mall, and I let out a massive fart and started taking a dump in my pants while everyone watched. How exactly am I supposed to have a new attitude about that?”

“You treat it like it’s such a big deal, sweetheart,” her boyfriend said soothingly. “You never used to take things so seriously. You need to learn to laugh it off when something like that happens.”

“Laugh it off?!” Melissa raged. “Enough people have been laughing at me! I’m not going to start laughing at myself too! I’m not a joke! I hate this! I hate being incontinent! I wish I’d died in that stupid car accident instead!”

“Don’t say that,” her boyfriend said sharply, looking at her with deep concern. “Don’t you dare say that, darling.”

Melissa felt tears welling up in her eyes. “Why not?” she demanded, even though she was already regretting what she’d said. “It would be better than being stuck like this. I feel like a big fucking baby.”

Quick story I put together. Disclaimer: All characters depicted in this story are 18 years of age or older, regardless of any situations, settings, or behaviors described. This work is intended for adult audiences only and is purely fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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Liam was a twenty-something guy with dark hair, warm brown eyes, and a slightly chubby build that gave him a soft, boyish appearance. Despite being grown, he often felt small inside, especially when it came to his struggles with potty training. He was trying so hard. Every morning that week, he tugged on his pull-ups and told himself today would be different — today he’d make it to the potty like a big kid. But every day ended the same. Damp pull-ups, tears, and a knot of shame in his little chest.

The more he tried, the harder it got. That morning, his wife had gently reminded him to try the potty before playing, but in all the excitement he forgot. A little while later, a warmth spread through his pull-up, and by the time he realized, it was already soaked. Overwhelmed and frustrated, his wife found him sitting on the bathroom floor, his cheeks red and wet from crying.

“I can’t do it, Mommy,” he sobbed, burying his face against her shirt. “I keep going in my pull-ups. I don’t wanna go to the party mommy, what if I have an accident in front of everyone!”

His mom knelt down, brushing his hair back. Her voice was soft, steady. “Sweetheart, you don’t have to push yourself so hard. Potty training doesn’t happen overnight. And you don’t have to be sad every time you don’t make it.” She gave him a long, warm hug, her hand rubbing his back until his hiccuping breaths slowed.

She whispered against his ear, reassuring him further. “And you’re not the only one still in diapers, honey. I know some of your friends still wear them too. Remember when Daniel was over last weekend? He had a poopy pull-up when you two wouldn't stop playing your switch, and his mommy had to change him right in the living room. It happens. You’re not alone.”

As she held him, her mind flashed back to the messier moments of the past few weeks—the day at Target when he had a messy accident in the toy aisle, her cheeks burning as she hurried him to the Family bathroom while other shoppers stared; the evening at the grocery store when she discovered he had leaked through his pull-up onto his shorts, forcing her to abandon a half-full cart and hurry him back to the car in tears; the long car ride when she had to pull over on the shoulder and change him on a blanket in the grass, cars whizzing by as he cried with shame. Each accident had chipped away at his confidence, but they had also weighed heavily on her, too.

I love him so much, she thought, brushing her cheek against his hair. But it really is easier on both of us when he’s padded in diapers. He’s calmer, I’m calmer, and neither of us has to face the tears after an accident. When he wears pull-ups,w he tends to hold it in until he’s constipated, and that only makes things harder for him. And those public bathrooms... so many of them aren’t clean, and I hate having to rush him in there when he’s desperate. No—diapers are simply the better solution for now, for both of us.

“How about we take a little break?

Liam blinked at the question, confused. “What do you mean a little break?”

“It means a little break from potty training,” she explained gently. “Which for you right now, sweetheart, means going back to your diapers.”

Liam’s eyes widened. “You mean… you’re okay if I go back to going in my pants?”

His mom nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. “Yes. That’s exactly what I mean. No more worrying, no more tears. Just diapers for another week.”

The relief hit him like a gentle wave. He nodded, letting her take his hand and guide him back to his room, where his changing table still stood against the wall. She laid him down gently, the scent of powder lingering from past changes. His pull-up was wet and sagging, and she carefully tore the sides away, cleaning him up with practiced care before sliding a fresh diaper beneath him. The diaper wrapped snugly around him, soft and secure, and for the first time in days, he didn’t feel afraid of making a mistake. He felt safe, his whole body softening as the tension melted away. His mom exhaled too, shoulders dropping as she taped him up, realizing she was finally at ease as well. In that tender moment, they both relaxed—no more battles, no more tears—just a quiet understanding that this was better for both of them.

The day of his friend’s birthday party came, and the park playground was buzzing with balloons, streamers, and the happy squeals of littles. Daniel, the birthday boy with sandy blond hair and freckles, was proudly showing everyone his new toy trucks. His diaper peeked out more than once as he bent over, but he didn’t seem to mind at all.

Two other friends were there too—Evan, tall and shy with dark curls, wearing a striped t‑shirt and shorts that showed just the faint outline of his padding, who still needed diapers at night but was in pull-ups during the day; and Max, a bubbly kid with glasses dressed in a bright superhero tee and sweatpants, who had no problem announcing when he needed a change. Liam himself wore a loose polo shirt and cargo shorts that barely hid the thick outline of his own diaper. With the three of them together, Liam felt less alone.

“Race you to the slide!” Daniel shouted, and they all scrambled over, giggling.

“I bet I can go faster than you, Liam!” Max called, adjusting his glasses.

“Not if I dodge through the swings first!” Liam laughed, feeling light and free.

After a few minutes, Evan suddenly paused and whispered, “Guys, I need to use the potty.” He shifted uncomfortably, glancing toward the public bathroom.

Liam smirked, nudging Daniel. “See? Evan’s always running off. He can’t just relax like us.”

Daniel laughed, patting the seat of his diaper with a crinkle. “Yeah, while he’s busy waiting in line, we can keep playing. No stopping, no stinky toilets. Just… go when you need to.”

Evan frowned, shuffling his feet. “But… I’m supposed to use the potty.”

Liam grinned wider. “Come on, Evan. It’s way easier in your pull-up. No one cares. Just go now and stay with us.”

Daniel leaned closer, his voice playful but coaxing. “Yeah, we won’t tell. You’ll feel better, and we can keep playing together. Don’t miss out just ‘cause of the potty.”

Evan hesitated, cheeks red, but their teasing and encouragement made him squirm.

Finally, Evan sighed and gave a tiny nod, his face still flushed. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, then froze, a faint huff slipping from his lips. The front of his pull‑up darkened as warmth spread through it, the padding swelling slightly as he gave in. His cheeks burned hotter, eyes darting away, but there was also relief in the way his shoulders slumped. Liam and Daniel exchanged a triumphant look, proud that they had convinced him to stay and play instead of running off.

Liam and the others were soon called over to the picnic tables, where everyone gathered to sing happy birthday to Daniel and enjoy some cake. Sitting on the bench next to his friends, Liam felt the familiar urge building in his tummy. Normally, this would have caused panic — tight chest, dread of failing again — but he relaxed into his diaper. As they sang “Happy Birthday,” his face went red with the strain, his bottom shifting subtly on the bench as he pushed, the faint effort hidden beneath the chorus of voices singing. Nobody heard the soft grunts, but inside his diaper the warmth spread, the mess slowly spreading through the padding, squishing softly against him as it grew fuller and heavier. The thick material sagged gently between his thighs, the seat of his diaper rounding out as the load settled into place against his skin. The padding hugged him securely, cradling the mess in a way that felt strangely comforting and safe. His mom, sitting beside him, gave his back a gentle rub before passing him a slice of cake on a cute paper plate unaware of the dirty diaper Liam created. Liam’s lips curved into a shy, relieved smile. He nibbled a few bites of cake, feeling warm and content, when Max suddenly wrinkled his nose and whispered, “I think someone went poopy!”

Daniel was checked first, his face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and laughter as his mommy confirmed he was clean. Then attention turned to Liam. His heart raced, cheeks burning, as his mom leaned over and pulled back the waistband of his diaper only to discover him as the culprit. 

"Are you all done going poo poo?"

his mom asked. Liam completely relived now that his bowel was empty and now had cake to look forward to responded back with  "Yeah I'm done mommy".

Sitting nearby, Evan’s mom leaned toward her son. She tugged back the waistband of his pull-up that was sticking out to see if he had a messy accident. Finding him clean she checked the front finding it soaked, she sighed softly,

her voice carrying both love and weariness.

“Looks like you’re wet, sweetheart. Let’s get you changed.” She sighed, her shoulders slumping. “Honestly, I don’t know how much longer we can keep trying this potty thing during the day.” Her hand lingered on his shoulder as she shook her head. “It feels like every time we’re out, I’m dealing with an accident… and it’s just so hard on both of us.”

Both Liam and Evan finished off the last bites of their cake, wiping frosting from their fingers as their moms chatted nearby. Once Evan set his fork down, his mom gave him a gentle smile. “Alright, kiddo, time for a new pull-up,” she said, her tone soft but firm. She stood him up from the bench, brushing crumbs from his shirt, and guided him toward the public restroom to get him changed.

So I’ve had some free time and felt inspired to create another short story. I’m still working on creating an eBook (for anyone interested) that will have all of short stories I’ve created. For now let me know what you think of this short story and if I get enough support I’m thinking of creating a full story that will start with Alex’s 18th birthday.

Diapers and Denial: The Tale Of Two Friends

Alex and Mike have been best friends since first meeting each other in elementary school. Both have been avid gamers and consistently have been found sitting in the living room glued to the TV screen. The boys would spend so much time  in their spots that their mothers would joke about the living room rug having permeant indentations from where they were sitting. From Need for Speed Underground to Overwatch 2 both Alex and Mike have played the games together.

In this alternative world, potty training doesn’t begin until the ripe age of 19. Adults young as 18 can start potty training but in reality most adults don’t get fully trained until 20 to 21. Alex and Mike are bit embarrassed about their situation. A large portion of their peers have already expressed interest in potty training while some have even started wearing pull-ups. To Alex and Mike, they feel like they were the only ones who still needed diapers and are at risk of becoming outcasts.

On a rainy afternoon over at Mikes house we find the two friends in Mike’s room glued in front of the TV. Mike is playing the latest Call of Duty while Alex sits close by watching and doom scrolling on his phone. As Alex continues to doom scroll he feels his stomach rumble in an ominous way alerting him that a messy diaper is on the horizon. This wouldn’t be problem for Alex or even Mike as they’re both wearing diaper. But since Alex’s last birthday he has begin feeling new emotions, one of which is embarrassment when doing his business. As a result, Alex has begin the phase of hiding when doing business to lessen the embarrassment.

“Hey, Mike, I’m to go to grab a drink from the kitchen. Do you want anything?,” he said, trying to sound casual.

But Mike knew what was really going on. “Do you need to poop?” he asked, noticing the telltale potty dance Alex was doing along with him holding his stomach. Silent farts that Alex had been releasing that was now filling the room was also a good indication of what was coming.

Alex blushed while crossing his arms over his stomach.

“No”

Mike could easily tell that Alex was going to mess his diaper soon just by his body language alone but didn’t mind. He was used to it by now and did the same type of actions when he need to go as well. However, Mike wasn’t the one for modesty and had not yet begin feeling the same level emotions that Alex had been experiencing. Mike was contempt on squatting wherever he was at and pushing a load into his diaper before retuning to what he was previously doing.

To Alex, the thought of messing his diaper while Mike was nearby was too embarrassing. He tried to play it cool, but the rumbling in his stomach was getting worse and he knew he had to go soon.

“Well, I’m going to get a cold juice box and enjoy the cool air in the kitchen for a few minutes because your room hot as hell ,” Alex said quickly before getting up from the floor and walking towards the door.

Mike noticed Alex’s sudden change in behavior and realized Alex maybe embarrassed by what was going on.

“Alex, wait. You don’t have to feel embarrassed about using your diaper around me.”

“I do it all the time around my parents and I know you see me squatting when I go”

“If you want, you can hide beside my bed and I won’t watch if that makes you feel better?” Mike side looking over to the small space occupied between his bed and dresser.

Alex felt his cheeks turn red with embarrassment.

“No, no. I don’t need to poop, ok, I’m fine. I’ll be right back,” he said before quickly leaving the room.

He made his way to the living room, where he knew there was a hidden spot behind the couch. He silently crawled behind the couch, and squatted. Alex listed for any noises that could indicate that Mike or even Mike’s parents were coming close his location.

He pushed down with his tummy muscles resulting in a small load filling the seat of his diaper with an audible wet fart. Taking a moment to listen for anyone, he pushed down more with grunt causing his diaper to balloon out. With one final push Mike finished pooping his diaper before releasing a small stream of pee adding to the mix.

After he was finished, he felt immerse relief. He couldn’t believe he had just hidden behind a couch to mess his diaper as the norm last year was the same as Mike. He stayed there for a while longer to ensure he was done while also, trying to gather the courage to go back to Mike’s room.

Eventually, he took a deep breath and made his way back to Mike’s room, trying to act as if nothing had happened. But Mike noticed the smell right away and could see the bulge in Alex’s pants from the load he had deposited. Not too mention Alex didn’t have a juice box and his obvious potty dance posture was now replaced with relaxed look.

“Do you feel better now that you, cooled off?“ Mike asked, trying to hide his smirk knowing that Alex did not get a juice box.

Alex felt his face turn even redder. "No, I mean yes. I’m fine,” he said, lying.

Caption to this one from a long time originally said "Today was SOOO fun, Me and Daddy watched Big Hero 6! I had to go during the movie so I made a big messy in my baby pants! Daddy understood that I just didn’t want to miss any of the movie and comforted me and said “That’s what diapers are for, Princess.” My padding was so full by the end of the movie, Daddy had to change me right away hehe"