wittlesissybaby

Switch - Chapter 1

Published: June 25th 2023, 3:37:20 pm

It was a pretty normal morning…

…depending on who you ask.

I walked into the room to the sound of Mary Had a Little Lamb playing softly from the mobile overhead. The room still had that fresh, powdery scent. As if talc was still wafting above the infantile decor and slowly descending like the Sandman’s magic over Libby nestled in her crib.

I watched her for a while. The way she snuggled her stuffy so close, still suckling on the overly large pacifier in her mouth, snoring ever so softly. How could a 30-year old woman look so sweet and innocent?

I almost didn’t want to wake her.

“Hey munchkin…” I cooed, reaching my arm through the bars of the crib. I probably could have put a bit more spacing between each rung when I built it, but I still managed to reach as far as I needed to, placing a hand on the small of her back, stroking her fuzzy onesie softly. “It’s time to get up.”

The long, sharp inhale let me know she’d stirred awake, but her eyes stayed closed. Libby clutched her stuffy closer to her chest, hiding her face under her blankie to help block out the light.

“Snoozy!” she murmured into it, muffled by her paci.

“No no…” I chuckled, unable to handle how adorable she was, “No snooze buttons! It’s time to get up.”

She harrumphed into the pillow, covering her head with it and her stuffy, as if it would make her disappear or fight off the big, scary man who came to drag her out of her slumber.

“Uh oh…” I said exaggeratedly, “Does someone need a visit from…the tickle monster?!”

“Nooo!!” she playfully screamed from beneath her pillow, involuntarily twitching her legs already.

“I think she does…”

I dropped the side of the crib, like letting the proverbial monster out of its cage. A playful roar, a quick pinch to her sides and then below the booties of her onesie. She wasn’t able to feel it much, but it still got her antsy.

“Ahhh!!” she half-yelled, trying to ‘hide’ again.

I crawled like a spider up her leg with my fingers, alternating where I put the pressure points, knowing exactly where all of her spots were to get her absolutely writhing in bed with laughter.

“Stahhhppp!!” she giggled, trying to squirm from my hands to no avail, frantically flailing but doing nothing to escape. Once I got to her special spots–just above her kneecaps and the side of her tummy above her hips–she was absolutely losing it. “Okay!! Okayyy!! I’m up. I’m up!”

It took her a while to calm down after I stopped, her breathing returning to normal as she gazed up at me with those sweet, loving eyes.

I love that look. The one that makes me feel like I’m her whole world.

“How’s your diaper, little one?” I asked.

Libby got a little smirk on her face, still clutching her stuffy tightly. I’m not sure if it was a devious, happy, or embarrassed look. Probably all of the above, but she wasn’t about to tell me.

I traced a hand along her onesie and down to the back of her diaper, testing the weight and the bulge.

“You got poo poo’s?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

She shook her head so hard her pigtails flapped in her face. “No poo poo’s.” She said in her adorable ‘little’ voice. “Just wets.”

“Just wets?” I repeated, and she nodded.

I’d felt enough of Libby’s diapers to know when she’s messed or not. Smelled them too. This is not one of them.

“Well you certainly are soaked!” I said, running my hand between her legs to emphasize my point.  Her diaper was so sodden and puffy her knees could hardly touch.

I pressed my fingers into it, harder than was necessary to check her diaper, but enough to get her agitated in…other ways.

I listened to her breathing change as I applied more and more pressure to the crotch of her onesie. Libby’s eyes closed once more, the paci bobbed in her mouth as she suckled harder and faster. She rocked into me, pressing her hips into my hand, legs clenching around my arm to hold it in place.

“Mmmpphhh” she groaned into her paci. Her nose making adorable little whistles as she sucked air in and out of it.

She wrapped her arms around mine, clutching me like a koala on a eucalyptus trunk. My palm kneaded the front of her diaper as she ground her hips into it. My other arm draped under her neck, cradling her into me.

I love the adorable little sounds she makes when she’s close to orgasm. But I also love the helpless, pathetic little whimpers when I take it all away.

“Wahh?” she gasped, her eyes shooting open, pleading, desperate as I tugged my arm out from her legs.

“I’m sorry, little one.” I said, “But it’s too early for that.”

She gave the cutest little pout, crossing her arms in protest as I easily lifted her out of the crib.

“Come on…” I said, “Let’s get you fed.”

I draped her over my arms, carrying her the same way I did on our wedding night over to the little rocker in the corner of the room. She was still hot and bothered, but she calmed down after a bit of me clutching her closely to my chest, rocking her back and forth, patting her diapered bum softly.

“Are you ready for ba ba’s?” I asked, brandishing the bottle of formula.

Libby stuck her tongue out at me, showing me she was still at least a little perturbed by the incident.

“Come now…don’t be like that. You know Daddy was just doing it for your own good. Big dumb babies can’t make gushies in the morning, otherwise they’d get nothing done!”

I could tell she didn’t like my reasoning, but she softened all the same. “That’s my girl!” I cooed, pressing the bottle to her lips. She immediately suckled it gratefully. Libby had mentioned several times that this was one of her favorite parts of the day.

“It’s so intimate.” she’d say. “I love the feeling of your arms around me and how close I feel to you.”

She could hardly keep her eyes open, the smile from her lips, and the milk from running down them as I slowly rocked her back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.

I had to pop the bottle from her mouth to keep her from drifting off to sleep. Her eyes shot open, a little desperate and hurt.

“Let’s get you some real num nums, okay pumpkin?”

Her face was mind-numbingly slow for a second as she struggled to process what I was saying while in little space.

I had to lead her by the hand out of the bedroom. She waddled with her paci still in her mouth behind me, rubbing her eyes, clutching her blankie as we walked through the living room and into the kitchen.

“Up you go,” I said, patting the seat of the high chair after lifting the tray.

She absentmindedly followed my instructions, clambering up awkwardly, blankly staring at the beyond while I scooched her all the way in, and made sure not to bring the tray down onto her fingers.

“Do you want carrots or bananas for breakfast?” I asked.

“Nannurs,” Libby said in her wimpy voice, twirling her pigtails in her fingers.

I grabbed a jar of the babyfood from the cabinet, as well as a box of Cheerios. I sprinkled some on the tray for her to grab one by one, listening to her crunch on them.

“Yoohoo!” I said, getting her attention. She can be so spacey when she’s in little-mode. She snapped out of her reverie and her eyes focused once again on mine.

“Do you need something to help you focus?” I asked.

I didn’t even wait for her little brain to comprehend, I knew what she needed. I probably shouldn’t have left her alone in the chair while I went to the other room, but it would only be a second.

Her little eyes lit up when she saw me return. They lit up even more when she saw what I had in my hand.

“Buzzy!!” She gleamed with joy, making grabby hands for the toy.

“Na uh uh, baby girl.” I tisked, “I think this is a little too complicated for you.”

She jutted out her lower lip and tucked her chin into an adorable little pout, crossing her arms dramatically for effect.

I ignored her, knowing it was for her own good. I flicked on the mini-Hitachi wand and zoomed it around in front of her like it were a rocket ship. Her eyes weren’t blank anymore, they were locked onto it intently. Desperately.

“Pshhhhhhhh” I mused, imitating the sound of the rocket ship as best I could. Enjoying making her eyes dart left and right in sync with the vibrating wand. Finally, I steered it down below the tray.

“Up.” I said, indicating for her to raise an inch off the seat so I could slide it beneath her princess parts. Her babybrain actually managed to comprehend that.

Libby’s eyes almost immediately rolled to the back of her head as the vibrations coursed beneath her crotch and through her diaper. She went to reach her hands down, perhaps to readjust it or press it harder, but I stopped her.

“No touchies, okay?”

“No touchies.” She repeated, biting her bottom lip. I’m not sure if it was out of pleasure or frustration, but I didn’t really care.

She instead used her hands to clumsily grab for the Cheerios again. Where she was passable before, she was absolutely abysmal now. Her hands were so shaky and her eyes so uncooperative. She had little in the way of fine motor skills at the moment. I watched her struggle for a bit before getting back to the task at hand.

I slipped a bib around her neck to catch the drool dripping down from her gaping mouth. I could have mopped it up, but I liked the look of her as a brainless bimbo baby.

I opened the jar of mushy bananas, swirling the spoon around in it before scooping up a large helping.

“Heeeeree comes the airpwaaannnee!” I teased, swooshing it back and forth through the air and watching her little mind lag behind. I finally brought it to her mouth, probably a little faster than she can handle. I’m not sure if I missed on purpose or she did it unintentionally, but either way, it missed her mouth and smeared along her cheek.

I expected her to be upset, but instead she giggled with delight. She likes being a messy baby.

She clapped her hands excitedly as she got a visit from the choo choo train, a car narrowly missing her garage, and the firetruck–which actually properly pulled into the station.

By then, her legs were quaking. She was shifting her hips back and forth to sort of grind the buzzy toy, and her hands were gripping the tray tightly. Her head started tilting back, and that’s when I knew…

Click.

Her head sprung back in horror as soon as I switched the button off, ceasing the vibrations.

“Daddy whyyyyy” she whined. Practically kicking and screaming and kicking in her seat.

“Awww, I’m sorry honey.” I said, not sorry at all. I love watching her desperate and squirmy until her mind melts. “I guess Buzzy is broken…Daddy will have to take a look at it later.”

She clenched her eyes shut as tightly as she could, puffing out her cheeks in frustration. She knew I was lying, but she was either playing the part, or knew better than to argue. Libby finished her meal with resigned disdain. It took me several wipes to clean her face afterwards.

I helped her out of the chair and off of Buzzy, putting her paci back in her mouth and handing her back her blankie.

I already had the little playmat set up for her in the living room. She immediately dropped to her hands and knees and crawled into her little zone, paci forgotten, she instead put her thumb straight into her mouth. I gave her what was left of the bottle for her to hold and flicked on the TV.

“Dora! Dora! Dora!” She clapped when she saw what was on. I watched her lay on her tummy for the next hour or so, kicking her legs back and forth absentmindedly, smiling at every interaction Dora the Explorer had with her. Libby clapped her hands every time she answered one of Dora’s simple questions correctly.

I checked my watch. 11:50. The end was fast approaching.

Deciding to make use of what little time we had, I scooped up the vibrating wand again.

Libby was so absorbed in the show, she didn’t even notice me come over until the head of Buzzy was pressed between her legs again.

“Daddy what are you–” but her gasp cut her short as the wand flicked on.

“Shhh” I whispered in her ear, “It’s okay, baby. Daddy fixed Buzzy. Just watch your little show.”

It seemed a bit more difficult for Libby to do now that her eyes were rolling back in her head. Her legs clenched around the buzzing toy. She nuzzled closer into me as if asking for help. My arms wrapped around her, pulling her close, holding her like she was about to tip over if I weren’t there to keep her steady.

Her breathing came faster and more syncopated.

“We have to find the kittens mittens!” Dora said from the screen, “But in order to do so, we have to go inside the book of stories! We’re going to enter the book! But we have to say ‘entra el libro” Can you say ‘entra el libro?”

Libby was still furiously sucking on her thumb. I nudged her to snap her out of her reverie. “Can you say it, little one?”

Her eyes snapped open as she tried to rewind what was said before in the background. She struggled to find the words. To say anything with what was going on downstairs. It left no room for thought upstairs. Her eyes danced around in confusion, her baffled brain crossing up wires.

“Extra le dibo” she muffled out, but it sounded more like baby babble.

I pulled the vibrator away, much to her chagrin. A little penalty for getting the wrong answer. She let out exasperated, whistly air through her nose in frustration.

“Great!” came Dora’s pre-programmed response.

I pressed buzzy back into her sodden diaper, but ever so lightly. Just enough to tease her. I could tell it was driving her crazy, and it was driving me crazy to see her so squirmy and desperate.

“What can we use to help us find our way?!” Dora asked.

Again, I looked at Libby, who was absolutely befuddled. Her horny, melted little brain must have felt like mush.

“That’s right! A map!”

Once more, I pulled the vibrator away. She made grabby hands and whimpers, pleading with me to let her cum, but without using any words.

I chuckled at her incessant need to be satiated, but decided it was finally time. Her trembling legs and her soft exhale as I pressed the wand firmly into her crotch was too adorable. It’s amazing what hours of edging can do to a needy Adult Baby. I made small, intricate circles around where I knew her clit and vulva were. I wouldn’t be surprised if half the wetness of her diaper was from fluids other than pee. She clenched her thighs together, practically challenging me to try to pull it away again from her vice-like grip. Her back arched backwards, she leaned back on her hands, her head tilted to the sky, if there was a paci in her mouth, it would have fallen out of her slacking jaw. Her legs began to convulse, she let out a gravelly, hungry moan as she reached the edge of her climax and then–

Beep! Beep! Beep!

I clicked the vibrator off. The guttural groan that escaped her chest was enough to wake the dead.

“Ohh…I’m sorry, baby girl! But it looks like your time is up!”

In better lighting, I probably could have seen the glassy tears in her eyes. She slammed her fists down on the floor in a mini-tantrum.

“Enough of that, now.” I said in my firm voice. It ceased her little escapade almost immediately, but didn’t stop her from huffing and puffing. “It’s noon, and you know what that means.”

Her arms crossed and she shook her head back and forth so that her pigtails flapped around.

“Mhmm,” I said, knowing she knew the answer better than she did those silly Dora questions. “It’s time to get the coin.”

“But I don’t wanna!” She whined.

“Sorry, but we have to. You know the agreement.” I said, reaching in the drawer of the coffee table and pulling out the large coin. We got it while on a trip to Canada for our 7th wedding anniversary. Apparently that’s the year for ‘copper’ gifts, so we bought it from some rundown gift shop. It has suited our needs and lifestyle perfectly ever since. “Plus…” I continued, “You never know, you might get lucky!”

She sniffled, but nodded. Knowing her chances were 50/50, very good odds by any Casino standards.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

She nodded, eyes glued to the glint of the coin.

It was my turn to flip. I rolled the coin between my fingers, moving it back and forth to watch her head move in a synchronized fashion. Finally, I deftly set the cold metal on the tip of my thumb.

“Here we go…” I said dramatically.

It was a perfect flick, one I probably could have butchered if I wanted my way, but I wanted it to be fair, to leave it up to the gods. The coin seemed to hang in the air forever, spinning on its axis over and over before finally making its way down into my palm. I cupped it and slapped it over my arm before either of us could see. Leaning my arm in closer for us to both take a look, I slowly lifted my hand.

Tails.

Libby’s eyes closed in defeat. She gave a little, stubborn pout, and hung her head.

“I’m sorry, little one.” I said genuinely.

“It’s okay…” she said, her voice returning to normal. Not as high pitched and squeaky. She let out a deep exhale, then slowly raised her head.

She took a hand to one of her pigtails, gently pulling out the little scrunchies holding them tight.

“Do you want me to be nice? Or mean?” she asked. Her hair dropped into a wavy pattern, she pulled it back into a more business-like bun. I don’t know how, but she always manages to do it without the use of a rubber band.

I considered her question for only a second, “Mean.” I replied.

She nodded, a small smirk trickling out the sides of her mouth, as if she knew that would be my answer.

She used the bands from her pigtails to put my hair into little pigtails. It had an almost immediate effect on me.

Once she was satisfied they were even, she sat back on her haunches. Her head hung low and her eyes closed.

It was like watching someone morph into someone else. Like watching little Libby turn back into Elizabeth.

Suddenly, her eyes snapped open.

Her hand shot out and she gripped me by the cheeks. Squeezing. Hard.

“You been a naughty little girl, today?” She hissed. The babbling baby girl from before long gone and replaced with a vicious vixen.

“i…i…” I stammered.

She tilted her head, “i…i…i…” she mimicked in an insultory tone, head bobbing side to side like a mocking metronome. She released her claws from my cheeks and smacked me across the face, hard.

It stung, probably more of my pride than anything. My cock throbbed inside my pants. My eyes watered.

Elizabeth placed a finger under my chin, lifting my head up. “Awww! Is the wittle baby gonna cwy?!” she teased.

I sniffled, shaking my head ‘no’. That made her laugh wickedly.

“Hahaha!” she cackled to the ceiling, then returned down to me to look me straight in the eyes.

“Oh trust me honey, by the end of the day, you definitely will be!”

To Be Continued.

Author’s Note:

I hope I was able to properly convey the dynamics of a switch couple. I am holding off on writing the next chapter with Elizabeth as the domme because I wanted input from you guys: What kind of things would you like to see take place with Elizabeth as the ‘evil’ domme? I feel like I too often write the same stuff of humping dirty diapers, etc. And wanted some ideas from you to help keep things fresh. Ideally, it would play off of the things he did to Libby while she was a little (example: there will definitely be some edging). Obviously I can’t incorporate every idea presented, and I want it to make sense within the confines of the concept and relationship. So please don’t take offense if I maintain creative liberties. Just trying to make this more of a two-lane road as opposed to a one-way street. As always, I appreciate all of you for reading and for helping me grow as a writer. I was far too intimidated with writing DDlg relationships, so thank you for helping me dip my toes in that water, even if I'm still doing it in ways that stick to my core interests. I can not express how much I love you all. I hope you have the best of days!

P.S. If you are interested, I attached a Google Doc where you can find the story. But at the bottom, you can see my ‘outline’ and a snippet of how I do my ‘creative’ process. It’s usually just a scribbling of ideas when it comes to short stories. Longer stories require more, but it’s still usually a mess as a result of my A.D.D. brain. Feel free to check back on that same document periodically so you can see how my writing for Chapter 2 is coming along.

Link to Google Doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1B6tKjU7sA60ckgOiCU8iCUmNfYftfRQjXUNnHPb7A1M/edit?usp=sharing