WittleWambo

Awesome! That would be great. Go ahead and dm me for details!

I’m interested in this!

I’m looking for an rp partner willing to play as both a little and big interchangeably with me! In other words: A switch. We would swap roles for each story we do. I could even be the dom/big first as long as we agree to play another one afterwards that involves me as the sub/little. As for plots, I’m thinking anything involving wetting, messing, hypnosis, fantasy elements, and/or forced regression. But above all I like to focus on humiliation! I am open to hearing out your ideas! So if any babies/switches/caregivers are interested please dm me or reply to this message!

Hi! I’m looking for someone to roleplay with. Preferably a switch who’s willing to swap between big and little roles. One of us can be little in this RP then we can swap on the next. Please DM me if you are willing to talk more about this or the RP itself! Anyhow, the set up for this one: [person 1] = very lost in their life. Uncertain about pretty much every aspect of their life. Pretty lonely. On New Years in the middle of Times Square, they see a shooting star and make a desperate wish that they could know exactly what they are supposed to do next year. [person 2] = a magic manifestation that appears right as person 1 makes the wish. They are commanding, certain, and everything person 1 isn’t. The only trouble is that the wish manifests in a peculiar way. Person 2 treats person 1 as if they are nothing more than a child in their care, unfit to make ANY choices for themself. Laughing at all attempts at defying them and even teasing person 1 any chance they can get for being so helpless and cute. Feeling Lonely? Well a baby is never lonely! Especially when they’re flaunted around in public by an extroverted, overly doting caregiver! They want nothing more than to humiliat— I mean, show off their adorable little one anywhere they can and ensure they know their rightful place. Person 2 knows best! And their little baby, Person 1, knows nothing at all~! That’s what the wish called for after all.. now they know exactly what they have to do. It’s just a matter of if they have the will to do it. Happy new year!!! Anyone willing to partner up~?

"I'm doing alright. You haven't changed a bit huh?" I smile not meaning to insult your lack of growth. I noticed the roll you were eating and raise an eyebrow, "are we supposed to be eating yet?"

We make our first stop and head towards the house's front door. I knock and tap my door waiting. "Well hello there!" The door opens to an initially happy parent who's look turns sour when she looks me up and down, "you seem awfully old to be trick or treating..." I roll my eyes and gesture to my sister. The woman's face lights up again when she looks at the young girl. "And who are you supposed to be young lady?"

"Aww! I shouldn't have surprised my little one like that! It was bound to make her have another accident..." I lift you by your wet tushy and carry you to the huge changing table and laid you across it. "Let's get you cleaned up and swaddled, hm?" I tug off your soaked skirt and undergarments. I then pull out some wet wipes from under the table and wipe you clean of peepee. Next I plow your front with a cloud of white dust and pull out a pink plastic square. As it unfolds it turns out to be a thick adult sized diaper with teddy bears and pacifiers decorating it.

I hold both of your ankles and whisk them up, lifting your butt from the mat. I dangle the white square and let it open up to reveal itself as a soft, cushy diaper with pink and white letter blocks all over the plastic outside. I slide it under your bottom and lay your legs back down, pulling the loud, crinkly underwear over your front. I efficiently and snugly plant each tape around your waist so it would constantly inform you of your infantile state. "There! All better!" I give you a few loud pats on the butt to both expel any excess powder from the leg holes and tease you, "And if you even think of touching that pretty little thing, so help me god you will hear police sirens faster than you can say 'I want my daddy!'" I smirk and clap the white dust from my hands. "Any questions baby Kayla?" I smirk with my hands o my knees.

I don't mean fantasies you're ashamed of or anything like that. I mean your favorite or most creative forms of being humiliated. Even if they aren't based on reality! For example, one that I've thought of is to be cursed so that every time I see a toilet or I'm asked if I need to go potty, I instantly go right there and then. On the more realistic side of things, I also love the idea of a dog smelling my bottom after I've messed and shamefully trying to play it off like nothing is wrong. I have plenty more, but lets here what you guys have to say! Also try not to repeat ones people have already written about and don't just say "my mom/dad finding out I wear diapers and deciding to treat me like a baby" because that's sort of a prerequisite to diaper humiliation.

"You already wet yourself?" I laugh boisterously, "Looks like I'll barely have to act like you're a baby, after all. Don't worry baby girl, I have just the thing..." I grab your hand again after opening your door and pull you inside the humble suburban household. We scale the steps and I open the door to a surprising room I had been waiting to show off for a long time. Across the floor were assorted baby toys and stuffed animals. The room itself was painted a baby blue and was adorned with teddy bears. The far wall had a huge window outlooking the front lawn and right in front of this window sat a GIANT changing table with big wooden bars on the side, likely allowing the table to swap into a crib. "Welcome home princess!" I cheer.

"Finally. Cmon we're losing daylight." I say to my sister, escorting her to the door, "You look ridiculous in that." I chuckle caustically. "Adam Jones!" My mother snapped from behind with a basket of laundry over one hip, "Watch the attitude! You can be angry with me since I'm making you skip that party, but your sister has nothing to do with it!" "Yeah yeah. Later mom." I brush her off and proceed out the door. "Don't get sassy young man! Hey!..." She let out a grievous sigh and softened her voice a little talking to her daughter directly, "be safe sweetie. I swear, you act more mature than that big brother of yours ever has." She straightened up the girl's dress and pushed her out the door gently, "Bye sweetheart!" Outside, kids had started walking around. I roll my eyes at the sight of all the snot-nosed children dressed in stupid outfits, "Only babies trick-or-treat, I swear." I look down at you then smirk, "I guess that explains why you're still doing it, huh?" I lead the way down our front lawn.

I scoff at you laying on the ground playing with yourself and pull a new item from the duffel. It looked like a well-folded, pristinely white towel, "Well count me out. I prefer a mature woman." I tear your thong off and grab an unlabeled bottle from the bag. Next thing you know, you can barely see your own legs through a cloud of pluming, sweet-smelling powder.

"Not gonna undress easily huh? This is non-negotiable little one." I pull a large pink yoga mat out of the duffel and lift you you up with ease. I sprawl the mat across the floor and plop your butt down on it. "I mean business here Kayla. You have no authority here nor any ground to stand on." I yank your pants down around your ankles with ease and grace.

I smirk, happy with the punishment of my big sister. But then I look back at my situation and only.pout harder.

"B-but! But she- But I- THIS ISN"T FAIR!" I stammered. But in order to stop things from getting worse, I drop my pants to the floor and then slowly lowered my underwear, but never removed my shirt. I stomp over to the place where my sister got diapered and lay down angrily staring at you. I was about to get punished the exact same way as my sister, except the only difference was that she liked the punishment and I hated every last part of it.