“So, did you and John have a good time exploring the building?” Mary asked as she put on her examination gloves.
“Yeah,” Chastity murmured as she laid on the table. “We found a lot of locked doors.”
Mary smiled. “Yeah, they usually keep this place pretty locked up when there aren’t any volunteers here.” She reached under the table and took out a fresh diaper.
“Who makes those diapers?” Chastity asked as Mary unsnapped her onesie.
“Kimberly Clark, actually. They’re the same company that manufactures Huggies,” Mary said as she ripped open Chastity’s diaper and started cleaning her up.
“Interesting,” Chastity said as she tried to think of other things than being wiped like a baby. She lifted her bottom when she was told to and settled it back down on a fresh oversized baby’s diaper. She felt Mary applying fresh lotion to her skin, listened and mulled over a few hygienic tips she was given, felt the tickle of powder as it landed on her, and then the front of the diaper was up and over, and being securely fastened into place. Mary had Chastity sit up, removed her onesie, missed Chastity’s slight blush at being effectively naked from the waist up, even if it was in front of a professional nurse. “Um… could I have some sort of bra, please?”
Mary considered. “I suppose it won’t hurt anything,” she said and fetched Chastity’s bra from earlier and gave it to her.
“Thanks,” she said as she put it on.
“You’re welcome,” Mary said as she unfolded the pink fuzzy sleeper.
“What’re those?” Chastity asked.
“Your pajamas,” Mary said as she motioned Chastity off the table. The girl looked at them skeptically for a few moments and then allowed herself to be dressed in them. She looked over her sleeper with a degree of further skepticism.
“Are the feet really necessary?” Chastity asked.
Mary shrugged apologetically. “That’s how they came, honey.”
Jack’s diaper change went much the same way, only with different verbal exchanges. He did his very best to distract himself from the feelings of being wiped, lotioned, and powdered, listened politely at it was suggested that he remove his pubic hair for sanitary reasons, grimaced at the site of his blue fuzzy, footed sleeper, but he grudgingly allowed it to be put on anyway. He surveyed his blue attire and wondered aloud about the snaps at the crotch. “Oh, that’s so if you need a diaper change before bed we don’t have to remove your entire sleeper,” Jean informed him.
“Oh,” Jack said. “Great.”
He walked out of his room and looked toward what he figured was the girl’s section of the testing area and saw Chastity walking towards him, similarly attired. She smiled when she saw him, but then began to giggle. “What’s so funny?”