Thinking of that little mini-mall got Chastity thinking about her friends, which in turn reminded her that she had brought her cell phone on this merry little trip and with a flash of horror realized that she hadn’t touched it since just before leaving with Jean. In a flash she snatched up her bag and rifled through it until she found her phone. The time on its display read seven in the morning, and the voicemail count was enough to make her feel guilty; she had seven messages, most of them probably sent the day before. “Some friend I am,” she groused as she got back into her crib, made herself comfortable, and listened to them each in turn. In the process, she absently slipped her pacifier into her mouth and sucked on it contently while she listened to the voicemails. Mentally remembering which of her friends had called, and after listening to all of them, she sent the friends each a text message apologizing for not calling back sooner, and that she had been super busy and would probably pretty busy during the next while, and also that she would call when she got some time. Considering just what was being done here, Chastity figured that getting time to call and being able to count on some semblance of privacy would be slim to none, but she knew it wasn’t impossible.
Very briefly, she felt a sudden warmth in her diaper and for a few moments she thought she felt liquid against her skin, but then suddenly the sensation vanished. Chastity was puzzled, and thought about it for a brief moment before realizing that she had just further dampened her diaper. Upon realizing that, she shrugged and went back to fiddling with her cell phone, sucking on her pacifier. I’m really getting into this, she thought. But at a little after seven in the morning, she was decidedly unconcerned about any of it.

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