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.

I was livid. I couldn't believe mom wasn't letting me go to the party just because his sister needed someone to chaperone her while trick-or-treating. "C'mon kid, let's get this over with!" I called up the steps to my sister. I went without a costume since I only planned on wearing one to the party. With that option off the table, I decided to drop it altogether and just go out in my beige khakis and black sweater. I grumbled as I waited for her to arrive downstairs.

Emily was shocked completely by the twist of fate. "B-but... I didn't do anything mom! Astrid's the weird one who likes to wet herself. I shouldn't be punished for that!" She pleaded desperately to her mom and dad.

"You're so screwed!" Your sister Emily laughed openly about her older sisters misfortune, "Finally I'm not the little sister! You're gonna be my baby sister from now on." she smirked triumphantly at the thought of her sister being in diapers.

We're 18 year old friends who will do anything for free stuff. We're both so desperate that we decide to dress up like babies for halloween and try to get candy by looking way younger than we were. Our costumes are very unconvincing and anger a lot of neighbors since we don't even try to sell it and just dress the part. (Optional plot point: One house seems to be especially appalled by our actions and the owner is actually a witch who curses us and our costumes.) If you are interested let me know. I'll need a little girl preferably but a little boy works too!

"I have a bathroom alright, but only one person uses it and that's me." I drag you out to the car and get you situated in the passenger seat. I then drive out for a few minutes towards my house. "We're gonna go over a few ground rules really fast so listen up. Rule 1: You will call me daddy and nothing else. Rule 2: You will do/wear anything I ask you to or you will be punished for it. Rule 3: You will not backtalk me or else punishment will also be dealt. Rule 4: The potty is off limits. Rule 5: You must listen to anything a grown-up asks. For you though, a grown-up is anyone 5 years old and up. Rule 6: No running away or those pictures will be directed to your father. Any questions?" I ask as we pull into the driveway of my two-floor apartment.

"You're gonna come home with me and do everything I ask of you, got that?" I state bluntly. "Any screw up's and its off to jail with you. Now lets go home..." I take your hand and lead you quickly out of the building, eager to start my revenge on the little girl.

I slap a printed photograph on the scanner and reveal it. "Checkmate, you pest." I said, peering down at the immature brat. The photograph on the paper was a paused frame in a surveillance camera's feed. It displayed Shirley stealing someone else's copies of work from the printer room. "Look familiar? I have the full video on a special little flash drive out of view from everyone in the office, including your old man." I smile knowing I had successfully gained your attention, now, "I could have completely ruined your life by now with ease by getting you fired and sent to jail. But I had a much more fun plan in mind, so I think you owe me a huge thank you."

I am unresponsive to her completely until we reach the fax and copier room. Once we enter I walk over to the copier and gesture to it. "Before we start moving the papers how about you go ahead and take a look at my latest assignment? It's under the copier. You always seem really excited whenever I talk about my work after all. . ." I smile coldly at her and wait for her to pull the back light panel off of the scanner.

There I stood in the foreman's office after being called in by his assistant. I knew just what this was about and hid a cheeky smile. He was angry. "Insufficient work. . . Get your act together. . . One more slip up. . . On the verge of demotion. . ." And every last breath was complete bullsh*t. I work my ass off harder than just about anyone else in this company. In fact, at this point I should be in that old sack's chair by now with a huge Christmas bonus, if not for the mysterious vanishing of all my paperwork. . . But I suppose that's a lie, since a mystery would infer that I didn't know exactly what it's cause was, which I am more than aware of by now. "Why can't you be like my beautiful daughter and double or even triple your quota like she manages to do for each order?" The foreman boomed. Low and behold, there she sat, on the arm of that fat old geezer's arm chair, giggling softly with every cycle of oxygen filtering through her daddy's mouth. She was the most spoiled little rich girl I had ever come across. There were only three people in that office. Two of us knew exactly what was going on with my quota failure. The one who didn't also trusted every word that fell out of his little angel's mouth. I simply endured the entirety of the frustrating experience. "What do you have to say for yourself, Jones?" The fogey blubbered at me. "Well it sounds like I have a lot of work to do. I'll be on my way back to my office then if that's all, sir." "Thats all you have to say?!--" "Hey, you seem to know what you're doing right, little lady? Meet me in the fax room, I need some help moving some papers." I smiled, shooting a glare at the girl on the chair arm, almost like it was a challenge. "Jones!" Shouted the boss "Oh don't worry sir. This little falter in progress will never happen again." I keep constant eye contact with the girl as I say this and proceed out of the room.

Bump! Pretty please? I haven't been a sub in ages.