She laughed and took off running down the hall, taking a moment to spit out her pacifier and slip her index finger into the plastic loop, lest it fly away while she flew away. Jack was in hot pursuit, but this time Chastity had the advantage. She had yet to put on her leggings, and was still barefoot. Jack had put on socks. Her blond hair was a trail of shimmering gold fire behind her as she raced down the hall, Jack catching up. Their diapers hindered them by interfering with their stride, but their bodies, having had time to acclimate to the added padding, accounted for it, and so as Chastity ran flat out she was able to do so in an almost normal fashion, or at least as normal as it was going to get. She snapped around a corner with comparative ease; Jack about slid into the far wall, but he made up the lost distance in due course.
Though, he wished he hadn’t when Chastity shrieked and came to a screeching halt. “Whoa!” Jack yelped and was barely able to throw himself to the side and come to a sliding halt on his backside a couple of yards beyond Chastity. “What is it?” he asked, noting the look of tension and shock on her face. “What’s wrong?”
Her hands were at her waist, pressing against one side. “Um…” she stammered. “I think my diaper popped open.”
Circumstances Scene 58
