Mommies and Daddies

I would love to roleplay with someone where I play the husband that the significant other or Roommate has found my secret abdl sissy stash and punishes me by making me a full time sissy baby if anyone is interested. My age would be 24.    You can message me to set the details 😊

Hello Jenny  Welcome to dd. I also discovered late(ish) in life that I'm a DL. And haven't looked back since ☺️  I'm in the UK too, Herts just north of London. 

I slowly laid down on the floor and sucked on my thumb as I looked at mom. I lifted up my dress with my free hand to make the diaper easier to change.

Chapter 32 - On Remand After five nights of incarceration and a single court appearance Diane was full of remorse for her part in helping the Little escape from the woman who was transporting her at the Burger Lion. Thinking she could help the girl to escape was admirable, getting through the Police roadblock required a convincing argument, and then subduing the girl with an injectable to mute her voice and disrupt her gross motor skills had been a strike of brilliance. The only problem was when the Police turned up at the mall unexpectedly then arrested her on suspicion of Little Trafficking.  The clanking of cell bars sliding back back got Diane’s attention. “Diane Foster - supervised visitation, your kid will be here shortly.”  The announcement wasn’t unexpected. Diane had requested her daughter and the baby be brought to see her and the system had agreed to it once the arrangements had been established. So far she had been operating without a plan, running from point to point without a roadmap, unsure of her next turn, blindly jumping to make the next decision and that had been the cause of her demise. Standing from the cot where her days had been spent she walked toward the guard.  Jacquie Kýrios was a large heavyset woman almost twice the size of the woman being held on remand for suspected Little Trafficking. An advantage that her surname complimented. This was her patch, she was in charge and it was time to make her mark. “Unless you want to waste half of the visitation time you better get moving lady, your kid is in the daycare with a supervisor waiting for you.” After four days of being locked up apart from being allowed out for ten minutes of exercise each day Diane had cabin fever. Perhaps that was how a baby felt when they were confined to a playpen for most of the day she mused. Becky was here, that was good news, but what about the the Little? “Where’s the baby, I need to see her as well.” “Just get moving lady, you don’t get to make the decisions around here.” The buzzer sounded and the cell door began to close behind her automatically. “Move it! The infirmary is around the corner, we will be stopping there first.” Why did they need to go to the infirmary? She wasn’t unwell? Was a heath check a mandatory thing before any face to face visits? The question needed an answer, “why do we need to go there?” “Listen lady, I don’t make the rules here, I just enforce them. Get moving and do as I say or you will be going back in that cell without seeing your kid.”  With a shove to her shoulder Diane moved off. It wasn’t far to go, after turning the corner she saw the sign ahead - INFIRMARY Supervised Entry Only. The signage was clear, no incarcerated souls were allowed into the infirmary on their own. On arrival she entered and was followed by the Guard who announced their arrival.  “First of the day for you Michaela.” “Thursday is always quiet, the rush starts Friday morning through to midday Sunday, lucky for me I don’t work weekends so only get the Friday visitation preps and post visit checks to do.” “That’s good for you, I’m on a full roster so no rest for the wicked.” Diane made eye contact with the Nurse as she held up a pink hospital gown, Michaela Hupotassó - Duty Nurse, the badge on her scrubs announced. Michaela, she who is like a goddess, derived from the Hebrew name Mikhael meaning who is like God. She was a gift from God there was no doubt about that. Cute, young and easily moulded, just how she liked her girlfriends the Nurse’s first name brought a smile to Diane’s face while her surname amused her even more. Hupotassó … a word she had fond memories of from her greek sorority days, hupo and tasso - to subordinate, to obey, to be under obedience or obedient, to be put under, subdued or subjected to another wishes. The two woman clearly had a friendship going and she knew which one was the dominant. “Strip and put this on then leave your clothes in the bin over there the Guard barked.” Seeing a OBGYN Chair ready for its next customer Diane baulked. “What… why is that here? I’m just going to see Becky…” Immediately realising her rushed answer she amplified it, “and her baby sister… the woman who is looking after them is bringing them in to see me. I’m not pregnant or planning on having another baby… there is no need to do an exam.” The Guard wasn’t interested in joining a debate, “If you want to see your kid you will do as you are told.” Turning away she carried on her conversation with the Nurse leaving Diane in no doubt that the guard was serious. Jacquie Kýrios, what could she take from that name? Jacquie resonated strength, creativity, and resilience, perhaps that was why she had chosen a career as a guard? It was however the Guard’s surname exemplified her character perfectly. Kýrios - names carry power and this one was no exception. She was again taken back to her days a freshman being inducted to a greek sorority house on campus. The sorority head had the same surname, it exemplified everything about her character. Lady of the Sorority, Head Mistress, dominant and in charge. Now she saw the power the guard had over the nurse. ”We need another night out Michaela, last month was great. How about Saturday?” “Sure thing Jacquie, same place?” “Yeah, it was fun, those little waitresses running around in their diapers were soooo cute.” “Did you have any favourites?” “I liked the blond who had the pink gingham sunsuit with rows of frilly lace across the bottom covering what was clearly a diapered little bottom.  How about you?” “The mousey haired brunette in the pink frilly baby dress with ruffled sleeves and the flower applique! Gawd she was a little cutie, it was tied in the back and had a sweetheart neckline giving it that vintage look.” “Yeah… I liked that one too… when she bent over to unload her drinks tray it was so short that you could see the plastic baby pants that covered her padded bottom.” “And that was just the normal bar area, did you know you can upgrade to the executive bar?” “What’s the difference?  “You get to pick your waitress, decide what she wears and she has to sit in your lap when she isn’t serving you drinks or canapés.” “Sounds like a lap dance in a strip club?” “Nah, its all legit, you also get to bounce the little cutie of your choice on your knee, bottle-feed her baby formula her while she lays in your lap, cuddle or spank her if she makes any infractions or doesn’t behave.” “Are all the waitresses diapered?” “The littles are, there are Inbetweeners working there as well. The shortest of the Inbetweeners wear pull-ups or thick cotton potty training pants and jumpers, the taller ones are dressed in cute printed panties and skirts as their older PreK sisters.” “There was another little blond on our last visit had a short v-neck jumper with pleats, the side zipper and button closure and elastic waistband that would make diaper checks a breeze!” “Yeah.. definitely agree with you that one, it was classic in its styling with the drop waist style jumper had a four kick pleat skirt. My youngest sister had the same jumper when she was at PreK. Mom loved it because it was made to last with durable construction and fade-resistant fabric that ensured her baby was ready for whatever the day would bring. It had a permanent pleated skirt that didn’t need ironing and the back elastic waist made it comfy for sitting, standing, running, jumping and quick diaper changes or sudden announcements that she needed the potty.” “The brunette was pretty cute as well in her short plaid pleated skirt, it was simple and a great match with her white cotton blouse. That looked like it had a hIdden side zipper that would made it easy to get on and off. I’m going to request her this time but add a classic touch to her school wardrobe with white cable knot tights. They will be perfect over her diapers, durable, flexible, snug, and a comfortable fit that will accentuate the fact that she is still in daytime diapers.” “Unless you pick one of the taller Inbetweeners they are all diapered, there is no chance of an accident and you don’t need to change them if you prefer to see them squirming in a wet diaper for most of the night.” “Ooohh.. that sounds like fun, count me in.” Turning to Diane the Nurse barked her next instruction. “Ok lady take a seat in the chair.” Almost every doctor's office includes some kind of exam table, the only difference was they were sometimes specialised. A general medical practice office has a basic exam table where the patient can sit up or lie flat during an examination, a pediatric office would have smaller tables designed for kids and littles to navigate with ease, often covered in bright and child-friendly fabrics to make them less intimidating for the littlest patients. Gynecology exam tables are designed with a specific examination in mind. Like all medical exam tables they are created with the comfort and safety of the patient and medical examiner.  The OBGYN chair that Diane was now sitting in was fully adjustable. It could be raised, lowered, and move patients in flat table mode to make it easier for the medical staff to perform their evaluations without straining their own bodies. Gynecology exam tables varied in terms of adjustments and features, some have more bells and whistles than others and this one was no exception. Made for comfort it was wrapped in a thick and durable type of padding that would ensure the comfort of the patient. In addition to providing comfort, the padding was covered with an upholstery fabric that was liquid-resistant and could be wiped clean after use. The thickness of both the padding and its fabric covering it made it obvious that it had been designed to stand up to wear and tear of a medical practice. It was fully adjustable with features that allowed for medical professionals to conduct both pelvic and breast exams. As she sat in the chair the Nurse went to work, adjusting the height so that her legs were raised and spread wide and her back was flat.  “Right, first things first,” the Nurse chuckled as she retrieved a clear plastic speculum from the nearby drawer. “Today, I need to carry out an examination. The procedure will involve me inserting a small plastic device called a speculum into your vagina.” “Why do you need to do that? I haven’t asked for it?”  “You didn’t lady but the Judge did, he wants to know if that baby girl belongs to you or someone else.” “I don’t know how an exam will help with that, she is mine, I’ve already told the Police that.”  Continuing with her work the Nurse ignored Diane’s claim and gave a technical response. “It will allow me to visualise the neck of the womb and the vagina. It shouldn’t be painful, but it will feel a little uncomfortable. You can ask me to stop at any point. You may experience some light bleeding after the procedure but we will take care of that.” “How can I trust you?” “That’s why one of the female guards is always present throughout the examination, acting as a chaperone. I don’t need to gain your consent to proceed with the examination because the Judge has ordered it. Do you understand everything I’ve said? Any more questions before I carry out the examination?” As an unwilling patient Diane knew she had no choice. She wasn’t pregnant so still didn’t see what the Judge would learn from it.” After washing her hands the Nurse opened the disposable speculum packaging, carefully she avoiding touching the speculum or the inner surface of the packaging. Next lubricant was liberally applied onto the outer surface of the speculum. “Right… we are ready to go… draw your ankles up towards your buttocks… keep your feet flat on the bed… let your legs fall open”. Her first task was to perform a vulval examination. “First I’m going to check for any vulval pathology or lymphadenopathy.”  Exposing the patient’s external genitalia she palpitated the inguinal lymph nodes to identify any lymphadenopathy, which may be associated with any acute infections such as chlamydia or herpes. With none found she next checked for any signs of malignancy. All clear she moved onto the next step inspecting the vulva for abnormalities including herpes, abnormal vaginal discharge indicating candidiasis, bacterial vaginosis, chlamydia or gonorrhoea. All good on that front as well. What she did find though was scarring that indicated an earlier episiotomy. It had healed and was not recent enough to indicate a birth in the last three years. Picking up the speculum she moved onto the next part.  Without warning the patient the Nurse proceed to insert the speculum as her drinking partner watched on. Roughly separating the labia using her thumb and index finger of her non-dominant hand the Nurse thrust the speculum, blades closed, into the vagina causing Diane to wince while the Guard made a cutting remark. “It’s not that bad lady… worse things than that will happen if the Judge finds you guilt of Little Trafficking.”  With the speculum inserted the Nurse rotated it so that the handle was facing upwards then opened the blades to achieve an optimal view of the cervix. In position she then tightened the locking nut to fix the position of the blades. “So far so good…. This won’t take long Jacquie then you can take her to the see the kid.” Carefully she inspected the cervix knowing that if it was open and the patient was pregnant it may indicate an inevitable or incomplete miscarriage. Fining it closed she checked for signs of erosions or masses that could indicate cervical cancer. Finding none she checked for ulceration most commonly associated with genital herpes, foreign bodies and abnormal discharges that could indicate bacterial vaginosis, vaginal candidiasis, trichomonas, chlamydia and gonorrhoea. All clear she moved onto the final step the Judge had ordered, signs of a recent birth. With none found she noted that on the chart alongside the earlier note about a healed episiotomy. The Prisoner was claiming that the baby was her own. The examination had ruled that out as a possibility.   Holding the blades of the speculum with her non-dominant hand Nurse Michaela Hupotassó loosened the locking nut with her dominant hand careful to ensure the blades did not snap shut when the locking nut was loosened. Closing the blades she removed the speculum slowly inspecting the walls of the vagina. “Almost done… there may be some bleeding so I will take acre of that for you Jacquie.” Reaching into the adjacent cabinet Nurse Michaela extracted a folded plastic object the size of a large picture book. “This will tale acre of any bleeding post examination… lift your bottom,” she instructed the patient. Expecting it be a large pad Diane compiled. This wasn’t her first pelvic exam and she knew the drill, or she though she did until the nurse pulled the sides of the pad open wrapped them around her hips and taped them to the front of  the what she now knew was an amazon adult disposable diaper. “Whoa.. whaoa… What are you doing she complained bitterly.  As she sat up in the examination chair the sound of crinkling plastic filled the room. She and been diapered as if she was still an unreliable toddler herself. Standing to one side the Guard now held the pink prison overalls that all woman inmates on remand wore. “If you want to see your kid you better mind your mouth and get dressed, you have two minutes.” To one side of the room Nurse Michaela Hupotassó completed her notes. “Today I examined Ms Diane Foster, a 32 year old female on remand for suspicion of Little Trafficking. On general inspection, the patient was comfortable at rest. There were no abnormalities noted on inspection of the vulva and speculum examination revealed a healthy cervix with a closed external os. A previous episiotomy has healed well with minimal scarring indicating that a baby was delivered naturally by vaginal birth circa  three to six years previously.” “All of these findings are consistent with a normal speculum examination. For completeness, it is not possible for the patient to have given birth in the past two years.” Diane didn’t know what had been ordered by the Judge or what the report contained as she was escorted into the daycare area of the county jail for a visitation. Her immediate priority was to see her daughter, it had been three years since her last arrest and Becky had still been young enough to not remember it. Now things were different,but was she old enough for the experience to be memorable?  That was her overwhelming concern, that fact that she was now diapered under her jail provided orange overalls didn’t concern her until her daughter who had been quietly playing with blocks across the room ran over and hugged her around the waist.  “Mommy you got overalls just like me”, excited to be with her Mom again Becky jumped up and down on the spot. “Pick me up… pick me up…” she demanded as Diane took in the surroundings.  Across the room another woman in a crisp pantsuit sat with a clipboard in her hand making notes. The name badge on her left breast caused Immediate concern to Diane, ADOPTED ANGELS - Katherine James - Psychologist. Why was she here? This was just meant to be a supervised visit with Becky and the Baby.  Kneeling Diane wrapped her arms took her daughter in her arms for a hug. As her hands ran across the soft pink corduroy of the toddler style bib front overalls her daughter was wearing she felt the unmistakable bulge of a padded bottom. Taking a closer look it was then obvious that they were not big kids overalls, they had with snaps in the leg seams and crotch and a appliqué on the bib front that would have looked cute if Becky had still been a toddler. Lifting the girl into her arms as she stood up  Her suspicions were confirmed by the crinkling of plastic from under the girl’s the overalls. A padded bottom, a crinkly bottom and snap crotch overalls told the full story. Becky was diapered. “Whats wrong Becky?” “I don’t wanna diapers… but she said I have ta.” “Who said you have too? This lady or someone else? “Mommy said… she said I hav ta cos I”m still little.” The incident had put all thoughts of Little Heather out of Diane’s mind. The morning was continuing to spiral in a direction she had no control over. She wanted answers and pressed the psychologist for information. “Why is my daughter in a diaper.” Picking up the walking reins from the table that the girl had been wearing on arrival Psychologist Katherine James made eye contact with the detained woman. “The same reason she was wearing these baby reins I suspect, for safety and her own good no doubt.” “She isn’t a baby anymore, she should be in panties.” “Why are you saying that Ms Foster? The emergency Fostermom has written in her case notes that both Becky and the Baby were in diapers when they were given over to her care by the Police at the mall. There were no panties in the diaper bag, you had her in diapers and there were disposables in the diaper bag in her size. That would also have told me that she wasn’t reliably potty trained.” Wanting to avoid spilling the beans on what had actually happened at the mall and the fact that she had disguised Becky as a toddler and Heather as a baby to get through the Police roadblock Diane carefully considered her reply. “We had a long drive and the mall is a busy place, I wasn’t taking any chances with her having an accident… at home she is in panties.” “Well, there you have it then, you have answered your own question. It looks to me like the Fostermon has taken the same precautions today, although she didn’t need to bring a diaper bag as we have everything we are likely to need already and you are free to use it if she needs her diapee changed during the visit.” Looking around the room Diane saw a large fully stocked white wooden change table next to an equally large crib on the far wall.  Both Becky and her Mom now realised that she wasn’t the first kid in diapers to be in this room. That thought, coupled with the excitement of seeing her Mom again after a six day absence, and the stress of being farmed out with a woman she did not know who had insisted she still needed diapers and that she call her Mommy had finally caught up with her. Following her Moms eyes Becky felt a now familiar warmth between her legs as the thirsty disposable soaked up her potty accident. Wanting to avoid any embarrassment she turned toward the pile of wooden blocks she had been playing with earlier. “Mommy…. mommy… come and see what I made!”  As her daughter half dragged her across the room Diane couldn’t help but notice that the pink corduroy overalls had now filled out in the seat and her daughter was walking with the waddling gait of a toddler who needed a diaper change. Observing closely she now realised that her absence had been more stressful on Becky than she had though it would be. If she had still been in panties there would be puddle on the floor by now and her overalls would be wet. Perhaps the Fostermom had been right to out her in a diaper for the visit? After all, she did look much younger than her chronological age, the overalls were a perfect fit and one day back in diapers wouldn’t do her any harm.  “I suggest you make the most of your time with Becky,” the psychologist remarked while making a note in the folder on her desk. “Her Fostermom will be back at midday which is now less than an hour  away.” Glancing up at the wall clock Diane pushed her luck. Was there enough time left to kill two birds wth one stone? “Where is her Baby Sister, I want to see her as well?” 

Maddison was very surprised when the girl made a waking-up gesture, came over to check her GoodNite, and said: "Yes, I slept incredibly well, Mommy." Maddison continued as Camilla turned her around to check the back: "I'm completely dry, Mommy—and tonight wasn't the time to start this 'weekend baby' treatment. What is this?"