However, she was also keenly aware that her diaper was wet, perhaps very much so. Part of her was hoping that Mary suggested a diaper change for her following lunch, rather than her having to ask for one. It was embarrassing enough to be checked at random; the mortification of having to actually ask for one would be beyond bearable. So, for her own reasons as well as those similar to Jack’s, she kept quiet for the duration of the meal as well.
After lunch, Chastity got her wish and had her diaper changed without having to ask. Jack didn’t ask either, but he was also changed. Afterwards, they found themselves in the entertainment room with a mild pile of forms before them. “Can you believe that every flavor of that stuff has its own form?” Jack complained.
“Yes,” Chastity answered. “Makes sense when you think about it.”