Babygirl @sweetthheartt - Tumblr Blog

You're at the airport, and you got there SO late. Thank goodness your flight was delayed due to the inclement weather, or you'd have fully missed it. You run all the way up to your boarding gate, ignoring how full your bladder is. You can pee in the airplane bathroom.

You hurry to your seat, red-faced. You truly were the last person onboard, you barely made it. All you can think through takeoff is that you can't wait to get into the air and for the announcements to stop so you can go pee. You're bouncing your leg. Thankfully you don't have any neighbors, so they can't be irritated by it. The lap belt on the plane and the tightness of the waistband on your jeans feel like they're tag teaming your bladder, pressing against it, but it still feels like everyone's staring at you, so you don't dare unbutton your jeans.

Finally, you're fully in the air, and you wait for the seatbelt sign to turn off. But, as you should have expected due to the weather, the plane almost instantly encounters some turbulence. The seatbelt sign stays on.

You watch a few shows on the screen on the back of the seat behind you. It doesn't distract you, you have to go. Both legs are bouncing now. Appearances be damned, you unbutton your pants. It feels like every time you relax even slightly the piss tries to get out. And the bumpy flight isn't helping matters, sloshing the liquid in your balloned bladder up and down and side to side.

You keep glancing at the bathroom, door wide open and unoccupied. Maybe no one would get mad at you if you just ran over there, you're sure you could make it even with the turbulence.

Half an hour passes. You leak into your pants a little, despite now clutching tightly at your crotch with one hand and biting down on the other hand. You can't hold it, you have to go so bad. It feels like it's all going to come out, blasting out of you like a pressure washer. Another leak spurts out, creating a tiny visible wet spot at your crotch.

You're so preoccupied that you don't notice that the turbulence has calmed, and the seatbelt sign has turned off. You do notice, though, when someone else runs into the bathroom. No, no, it was open and you missed it... You could be in there pissing right now, you're not going to be able to hold it until they get out. You stand (leaking again; the spot is a little bigger, now) and wobble your way over to the bathroom door, intent on being the next person in. Maybe you can make it, maybe, maybe...

You don't make it. It leaks again and then again two seconds later and then it's a continuous stream. You're pissing your pants in the middle of the aisle, it's streaming down your legs and into your shoes and socks and making a big puddle on the floor, spreading into the footwells of the nearby seats.

It feels like the world has stopped, you can't actually be peeing yourself in front of all these people, right?

You start to cry, bracing against a nearby seat, still wetting. When you're finally done, you start walking back to your seat, shamefaced, only to be halted by one of the flight attendants.

You offer a tearful apology, and she pats your shoulder. "There, there." she says. "We'll get someone over to change you."

You blink your tears away for a moment, confused. "Change me?" You ask. "You mean, you have spare clothes I can borrow on the flight?"

"No, silly." She says. "I mean we'll get someone to get you diapered."

Another flight attendant wheels a large cart down the aisle. On it are cleaning supplies, but the majority of the cart is taken up by what looks like a giant changing table, as if sized for adults. The flight attendant pushing it, dressed like the others but for an apron, smiles and pats the padded surface. "Up you go," he says.

"What- what do you mean?" You're fully bewildered. The strangest thing is that none of the other passengers seem to be noticing the crazy thing going on here.

"Hop up and lie down, so I can get a diaper on you," the aproned flight attendant explains, simply, as if it makes complete sense to say. "You clearly need it pretty badly."

You look around, expecting someone to say something, but all the other passengers appear to be in agreement, to your bafflement. One woman even chimes in. "I've never seen anyone more in need of it in my life."

Eventually, you yield to peer pressure and sit on the table, and are coaxed into lying down by the two flight attendants. They work together to get your soaked pants off, leaving you completely bare-bottomed in front of the whole plane. You cover your certainly-red face with your hands as you're wiped clean. The aproned one pulls out a puffy diaper (there's a picture of a caterpillar on it, you notice, despite your humiliation) and asks you to "Lift up your bum!" so he can get it onto you. He secures it tightly and gives you a little pat. "Up you get, kiddo."

You step off the table, feeling wobbly and lightheaded. The flight attendant who first talked to you leads you back to your seat, and you're almost too shell-shocked to notice that a padded, infantile, adult-sized baby seat has been added. She buckles you in, and hands you a big, soft teddy bear with airplane patterns that you can't help but hug close. "There you go, honey. Here, we'll put on some cartoons."

She hands you a big sippy cup full of juice, and then turns on some kind of animated show you don't recognize. You suckle almost mindlessly at the juice, just wanting to escape this whole situation.

And that's the first time you need changed on that flight. A few hours later, you realize a bit too late that you can't undo the buckles on the seat by yourself...

have2gopotty

never going to shut up about the idea of only being allowed to use a training potty and it's in a really public place like the living room. it's just my favorite scenario. today i'm imagining having like 4 roommates who are all in on it and tease you about it and so you end up always waiting until the last second to go or trying to wait until no one's in the room... sometimes you start to pull your pants down and someone walks into the room so you pull them back up and they just grin at you knowingly as you squeeze your legs together and walk back to your room with your face burning. sometimes you just can't wait and you need to use it when everyone's out there playing games or something and they all see you pull your (slightly damp) pants down, perhaps leaking already, and sit down and pssshhhhh.

and of course sometimes you don't make it at all, especially if you're not allowed to use public bathrooms since they don't have a potty for you. or maybe you're only allowed to use them if a friend gets a potty seat out of their car and then walks back in with you to the bathroom. you have to carry it, of course.

have2gopotty

fidgeting in front of the potty in front of everyone trying to decide if you really have to go bad enough to use it and one of your friends comes up and says "aww, did you need help?" and pulls your pants down, taking your hand and sitting you on the potty

tentativetitlee

Magic Diapers again lol. This time I had a few ideas for padding that makes changes in the wearer:

If you have another magic diaper idea let me know!! There’s soo much you can do with this concept

- Lil’ Soakers Training Pants: A pair of lightly padded underpants detailed with, ironically, a cast of diaper-clad cartoon animals. When donned, the wearer is incapable of making it to the restroom on time, always inches away before the flood gates break and you’re left a soggy whimpering mess in front of the potty. Not designed for capacity, but as a transitioning step for fussy littles between being in underwear and going back to diapers full-time.

- Potty-Time Pampers: An oversized pair of pampers swaddlers, complete with Mickey Mouse and friends plus wetness indicators. On the front crotch sits a plush button flush with the padding. Pressing it causes the immediate voiding of any and all bodily functions of the wearer. Perfect for training littles to use their diapers whenever, wherever the need arises.

- Air-Bags Diapers: A pair of normal underwear with a twist. The second the user has any sort of accident, they puff up like airbags into an impossibly thick and bulky diaper. Imagine being just in front of the public restroom as you fail to hold it, and having your big kid undies immediately and jarringly replaced by a swollen diaper bulging out of your clothing for all to admire.

- Proudly Padded Swim Pants: A cutesy plastic-backed diaper with an undersea design featuring a mermaid holding a baby bottle. The padding expands with liquid to up to six times its normal size without ever risking leaks, leaving the user a waddling tyke after any visit to a body of water without ever endangering their protection. Oh, did I mention it also implants the uncontrollable desire within the wearer to have their Huggies on full display? Good luck getting your little one to wear swim trunks over their padding.

nanny-nova

You don't remember the first privilege Nanny took from you.

You were never a fan of choosing your outfits, you couldn't be bothered to dress yourself like a mature adult. Even when you were out at fancy dinners where everybody was wearing tight dresses or long tuxedos, you would always stick out like a sore thumb with your hoodie and sweatpants, dappled with stains that you could never be bothered to fully remove. Dressing yourself was a privilege, and Nanny had to take it away.

Wasn't that one of the first things they took, or was it your privilege to choose what you eat? You could never choose healthy options. You crammed instant noodles down your gullet every day because you could never be bothered to make something else. When you got sick of them, you'd just munch on a couple crackers, maybe some yogurt or a chocolate bar, and call it good. You always shied away from vegetables no matter what. Nanny was so worried, you could never eat the food they made for you. Not until they took away your privileges to choose what to eat, and started putting you on a structured meal plan.

Your sleep schedule was a complete mess. You'd regularly pull all-nighters and be unable to focus the next day. Nanny would always check in on you, ask you when you were going to bed. "Soon," you'd always say. "Soon" turned out to be five hours later, when you passed out at your desk and Nanny had to carry you to bed. Is it any wonder that they had to remove your choices about when you go to bed?

Medication? Who's she? You could never remember to take your meds unless Nanny cornered you with the pill bottle. You wouldn't take countertop medicine when you weren't feeling well, you'd just try to sleep the pain away. Maybe the potty wouldn't have been such a problem for you if you were willing to swallow your pride and take some laxatives. Ah well, too late now. Nanny takes care of your medication, for both physical and mental health.

Oh, and don't get Nanny started on your hygiene. You could never wash yourself properly in the shower, you didn't even bother to use soap or body wash or anything, and you didn't apply nearly enough shampoo to your hair! You forgot to wash your hands all the time, it's no wonder you got sick so often! And you never properly wiped after going potty either.. but Nanny makes sure you're squeaky clean in every way now.

You never had any issues with potty training, not according to you at least. Not counting the occasional tiny dribbles you'd have in your undies, or the hour and a half you'd spend on the toilet trying to make a number two before Nanny got home from work- those were surely normal, right? Time and time again, Nanny would ask if you were doing okay, and you would tell them you're fine. You weren't fine, but you wouldn't admit that. So Nanny helped you, and they took away your potty privileges.

No matter how hard you tried, you knew you had never truly satisfied Nanny in the bedroom. They'd always find an excuse to use a vibrator or their own hands to pleasure themself instead. You could never establish a rhythm, not with your hands, your mouth, or those useless little parts between your legs. Nanny never judged you for it, they found it fun to make you watch them take care of their own needs. But you were completely unsurprised about it when they started to avoid the subject of sex around you.

Even outside of how useless they were during sex, those hands could never be used for anything good. You'd constantly be sticking your fingers on the windows and leaving marks behind, picking at scabs on your face, holding that cellphone and doomscrolling until you passed out.. It comes as a surprise to nobody that Nanny doesn't let you use your hands anymore.

You know for sure one of the last privileges Nanny took was your ability to walk by yourself. You just kept wandering off in public when Nanny told you to stay close. You even tried to run away once when you thought Nanny was being too controlling. They proved you wrong, didn't they? They weren't even close to controlling back then. Not until they took away your walking privileges.

Now that Nanny dresses you every day, you feel a whole lot better in your own skin. No more baggy clothes trying to hide who you really are, Nanny loves showing off every part of their baby, especially the thick diaper always hanging between your legs with skirts that are way too short, shorts with suspiciously wide, loose leg holes, and onesies that never quite hide your crinkly leg cuffs.

There's no fussing about food now. You'll sit in the highchair Nanny built for you, your arms cuffed to the back so you can't even think about feeding yourself. And you'll thank Nanny for every last bite, no matter what food group it's from. You've put on a lot of much-needed weight since Nanny took over your feedings.

Since you were too immature to take medication orally, Nanny doesn't bother to give it through that hole anymore. All medication and supplements are given to you over their knee in suppository form. Nanny plugs you for an hour every day to keep you well-trained for your medication. You think it feels better and better every time they do it. And you feel better for it, physically and mentally.

Having Nanny hover over you while you bathed, showered, and went potty was embarrassing but necessary to make sure you kept yourself clean. But when they decided that they were still having to hover too much and that it would be easier on both of you to just start washing you themself, that was a different kind of relief. You never had to be reminded to wash your hands before you ate, Nanny would just pull you right over to the sink to clean them up. You no longer had to remember to shower, Nanny would usher you to the bathtub right after dinner every day. Your hair has never felt softer and cleaner, and the hairdos Nanny gives you every morning make you feel so cute! As for wiping properly..

You weren't allowed in the bathroom by yourself anyways, so why allow you to keep your potty privileges? Nanny thinks you look a lot cuter in thick, fluffy diapers anyways. They're embarrassing still, but you have to admit it's nice to not have to sit on the porcelain throne for an hour and a half praying that you go potty. With a diaper between your legs at all times, you can just go whenever you need. And you have to admit, your changing table and diapers are a lot comfier than the toilet.. especially when your diaper is all wet and warm like Nanny's mouth used to be..

It's a good thing your soaked diapers feel good when you're not allowed to have sexy fun with Nanny anymore. They say you're just a bit too little for that now that you're back in diapers and filling them. Nanny really likes to play with your little kiddo parts when you're on the changing table, but they much prefer rubbing you through your soaked, soiled padding, or using Mrs. Buzzy. You're not even allowed to call what you experience an orgasm anymore. You make little baby stickies in your pampers now. You hardly understand what's happening, you just know that Nanny makes you feel really good during your special playtime.

Those hands look a whole lot cuter in thick locking mittens anyways. It's especially adorable when you try to rub your diaper now.. your masturbation was cute before, but now that you can barely feel a thing, it just makes Nanny smile every time they see it! Of course though, you're never too cute to avoid a spanking for touching your diaper, and you can never even try to escape now..

Being constantly tied up or contained in your cage or playpen already made that difficult. But when Nanny started insisting on spiked booties, you knew that you had lost the game entirely. They didn't even trust you to walk like a grown-up, what hope did you have? So you'd crawl like the overgrown toddler you are, or you'd lift those mittened little hands and make an uppies motion at Nanny, begging them to carry you wherever you needed.

The part that Nanny always teased you for the most was that you offered little to no resistance for any of the privileges they took away, or the alternatives they offered. Hoodies and sweatpants for onesies, skirts, and shorts. A dinner table and silverware for a highchair with a plastic platter and colorful plastic utensils that you could never hold by yourself. A big queen-sized bed that you could leave whenever you wanted for a big, tall crib that you needed to stay in until Nanny came to get you. Oral medications for those suppositories that feel so much better to take. Cold showers by yourself for a nice warm, bubbly bathtime with Nanny. Thin, uncomfortable underwear and a cold, hard toilet for warm, fluffy diapers that feel so good when you fill them. Sex for buzzies, rubbies, and humpies. Hands go in mittens now. No walking, only crawling and uppies.

The fact that you can remember all of this at all tells Nanny that their work isn't done, though, even if you've forgotten what you lost first. Until your mind is completely free of those memories of your old "adult" life are gone, they won't be finished. They're going to take everything away until you have nothing left but Nanny and the nursery they've turned your old home into. That's all you need now. Hasn't Nanny proven over and over that they can take better care of you than you can? ♡

nanny-nova

Hi there, little one~ Do you want to play a game with Nanny? It's an extra fun type of game because it's going to make you feel really, really good! First, let's get you situated. We're gonna lie you right down on my changing table- ohhh, don't worry, I'm not changing you yet. Your diapee is part of the fun- it's going to help the game feel good! But we're going to get you all cuffed down.. uh-oh, no squirmies, Nanny's got you! Yep, let them tighten up those straps just like that.. aww, is someone all whimpery? It's okay, Nanny has just the thing for that too. You see this? Yes, that's right, it's a paci gag! Such a smart baby! Come on, open up for me~ there you go..

Okay, now let's see that diaper. Aaand- oh my goodness, you really soaked this right through! One more drop and you would've leaked entirely! Aww, I can feel you heating up, is someone embarrassed that they're too little to use the potty? That's okay, Nanny likes you better like this, and that's what matters! You don't need the potty when Nanny's here to change your icky diapies <3 But I think your diaper will hold for our game.

So first, I want you to look at Nanny. I want you to look at them as they take off their sleek gray yoga pants, fold them neatly, and put them to the side. Those were yours once, do you remember? Nanny took them from you because you're too little to wear pants! But you were always too immature to wear a blouse like this one, even if it's pink like your paci gag! But off it goes as well. See how neatly Nanny folds and puts their clothes to the side? Nothing like how they treated all your undies when they finally put you back into diapers. They went right in the garbage, didn't they? And you wouldn't have it any other way. Ooooh, is something bothering you? What's nanny gonna find when they stick their fingers right into your diaper- oh my, those are some excited little kiddie parts!

Awwe, don't be embarrassed! This is just what Nanny expects from little kiddos like you. They so rarely get to see a grown-up in just their lingerie, they're just too little to know how to handle it! But take a good look, baby. Look at Nanny's thong, how thin and sexy it is, how it's completely dry against my skin. I bet you've forgotten this feeling, haven't you? Underwear, being dry.. those things aren't for you. You were made for thick diapers, your little baby brain doesn't need to retain the thought of what real grown-up underwear feels like. And there are other, even more grown-up things that you've definitely forgotten the feeling of..

Do you know what's under Nanny's thong, sweetie? Here, let me take it off and show you.. oh, what's this? I know, I've spanked you for saying this word before, but I promise I won't this time- I'm giving you permission! Yes, that's right, it's Nanny's pussy! That almost sounds like "paci," doesn't it? And it serves a very similar purpose, you can suck on Nanny's pussy just like you can suck on a paci! Or at least, you could if I was going to let you do that. No, no, sweetie. You can look, but I won't let you taste. Not today, that's not our game. Don't get fussy with me, little one. We haven't even started the fun part yet~

How about Nanny's boobies? They're a lot like a paci too, aren't they? Except they're even better than a paci, because they produce nice, warm milkies to keep that tummy nice and full. Here, let me take my bra off, and I'll let you sniff at them just like this. Ohh, do you feel Nanny rubbing your soggy diaper? Mhm, you like Nanny's hand on your diaper, don't you? If you get this excited over my hand, then I think you'll get really excited for this next part..

Here, let me take that gag out and you can nurse while Nanny takes care of you <3 I know it feels funny when Nanny gives you rubbies, it's so cute that you love them pressing your potty pants against your achey little parts so much. But I have something even better for you, and more importantly, it's gonna help Nanny feel good too! Can you guess what it is? I'll give you a hint, Nanny didn't take off their thong just so you could look at their pussy. Awww, that was such a cute little moan around Nanny's boobie! You understand what's happening now, uh-huh? Yessss that's right, Nanny loves rubbing their grown-up parts against your soggy diaper! It makes them feel so good, and seeing you be all blushy and squirmy is a big bonus.

Here, thrust your hips a little bit, you can even pretend you're inside Nanny <3 Aww, squishy squishy squishy! You're so cute when you try so hard. Oh, are you trying to feel Nanny's pussy? That's not happening sweetie, your diapee's just too thick, and I think you like your wet diapers more than my wet pussy anyways. That's okay with me. Nanny's going to keep grinding against your warm, squishy diaper, and you can play pretend and make humpies against me while you taste my milk in your mouth!

Hehe~ You're so precious when you try so hard! This is the closest you've gotten to grown-up fun in a loooong time, are you trying to prove that you can make Nanny feel good like their friends can? That's sooooo cute! I bet you want to feel more through that diaper so very badly. I can hear how desperate your little moans are. But we're here to make Nanny cum. If you do too, that's whatever, but you're going to have to work quickly if that's what you want, because Nanny's getting awfully cloooose~

Ahhh keep sucking, just like that! Keep thrusting, keep making humpies, good baby, ahhhh.. You're doing so good pleasuring Nanny... so close.. ohhhh my god! Hgghhh! Oh there we go.. you're so good at this, such a good little diaper kiddo.. You made Nanny cum so hard and all you had to do was make your diapee all warm and squishy, and suck on their boobies. Uh-oh, why are you crying? Was Nanny's pussy just too much to handle? Even with a diaper on.. speaking of which, let's check that.. ohhh, I see. Did someone not make it to cummies? Well, the game's all over now, Nanny is satisfied, so I think you're just going to have to wait until next time. I think it'll be a while until you're ready to do something like that again, though. Maybe just three or four months if you're lucky, but probably not until at least Halloween.

You look a lot cuter when you're all desperate and denied anyways! ♡

pacifierplushie

Living slime diaper

It attaches itself to you one day when you're wandering through the forest. Before you even have a chance to realize what's going on a slime darts from the underbrush, engulfing your boots and sliding up your leg underneath your clothes until it surrounds your waist, trapping you in a thick, bouncy padding. The slime forms a thick rubbery membrane you just can't penetrate no matter how hard you try to remove it. As your fingers desperately try to scrape away the goo, it rebuffs you, not allowing your digits to find purchase. You're at the creature's mercy.

When your bladder finally gives out, warm piss flooding into the gelatinous mass around your waste, the slime begins to react. It shapes its gel to caress your crotch, gently teasing you, rubbing back and forth. It seems to know exactly how to play with you, shaping itself perfectly to caress and tease you, the warm wet mass filling every nook and cranny until you just can't take it. As you find yourself splayed out on the ground begging for mercy, riding the edge of an orgasm it stops, leaving you painfully unfulfilled.

You finally manage to find your way out of the woods, looking for anyone who can help you. Plenty are willing to try, but the longer they spend with you the more they seem to... change. They start talking down to you, they insist on doing more and more for you, making decisions for you, feeding you. Coddling you. Treating you like an infant. Your protests fall on deaf ears as allies once horrified by your struggles now find amusement in your predicament, treating any argument against them as nothing more than outbursts and tantrums.

The longer the slime is attached, the more it works to degrade you. What once was simply a diaper begins to morph and change, leaving you more and more helpless and dependent on your new 'caretakers'. It starts by creating a living slime onesie that eats through any covering you try to throw over it, leaving you unable to hide the infantile attire. Once you get used to having your shame on display 24/7, it slides down your limbs, creating two mitts over your hands leaving you unable to manipulate anything with any amount of dexterity, and two booties on your feet, leaving you incapable of walking (not that you could do anything more than waddle these days), forcing you to crawl. The final humiliation comes in the form of a pacifier, the gooey nipple invades your mouth, spreading out into the shape of a shield and button on your face to complete the look. No matter how hard you try to spit it out, the adhesive bond of the gel leaves it locked in place, only releasing when a 'caretaker' decides to take it out and feed you. As you're forced to idly suckle on the bulb you can feel the slime secreting a sickly sweet, syrupy substance down your throat. As you swallow it you can feel your body moving slower, mind growing hazier, thoughts becoming more simple and indistinct. It's harder to bring yourself to resist.

So here you are: completely and totally dependent on your caretakers, perpetually drugged, and continually edged but never able to cum. You knew you used to hate it but as the weeks turn into months turn into years, you start to enjoy it. No more responsibilities, no more working, no more thoughts.

You don't know why the slime chooses to do this to you, but you finally begin to understand that you deserve this. This is all you were ever meant to be, and you couldn't be happier.

blxxxp

"Tell me or I'll have to do something even worse." Is an incredible thing to say to a girl.