Now Jack was puzzled. “So, why isn’t all of this set up downstairs with our rooms?”
Chastity looked at him and his puzzlement copied itself to her expression. “That’s a good question.”
“Any ideas?” he prodded.
Chastity shrugged. “Maybe this person asked for private accommodations?”
“Or maybe this person is special,” Jack said.
Chastity looked at him oddly. “In what way?”
Now Jack shrugged. “No idea.”
Chastity put the diaper back from where she had gotten it. “I guess we’ll find out sooner or later.”
“Yeah,” Jack said and they left the room as they had found it.
“Ugh,” Chastity grumbled.
“What now?”
Her expression was visibly sheepish even in the half-darkness. “I think I need to be changed.” Jack’s expression couldn’t help but become amused. Chastity shut him down with a glower. “Don’t even think about it, mister wise-guy, you’re probably just as soaked as I am.”
Jack’s amusement vanished in a flash. “Probably right.”
“So, do we surrender ourselves to be changed right away or delay the inevitable?”
He shrugged. “Even after all this talk about diapers and what it feels like to be changed… I’m actually resoundingly ambivalent.”
Chastity was prodding around her diaper with both hands inside her overalls. When Jack caught sight of it he couldn’t help but laugh. “What?” Chastity demanded, her cheeks a lovely scarlet, but not visibly so in the half-light. She quickly took her hands out of her overalls and stood there fuming as Jack tried valiantly to rein himself in. “So I was curious about my wet diaper!” she protested. “Lay off!”

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