Ironing Duties

"Have you lost yet?" Alice's voice was muffled through the walls, but I still caught her tone. I felt myself blushing, pressing the iron hard over a stubborn crease on my shirt.

"You know, I would have finished by now." she added, peeking her head around the door frame to stick her tongue out at me. I didn't look up. The pressure in my bladder was making it even harder to do this damn housework, and my almost involuntary potty dance wasn't making things any easier.

It didn't take long before I found it all a little too overwhelming, and my bladder burst just for a moment, staining the pure white padding of the diaper with a splash of warm yellow. My sudden pause must have given me away, if the spot didn't.

"I totally called it." she mused. "Now, carry on. I meant what I said: You'll only be changing when its done... except, because you pissed yourself, it'll be into another diaper." I groaned, continuing my little shuffle, damning the folds in our clothes that made this take so long. The soft crinkling of the diaper only added to my blush.

"You know, this is the most productive I've ever seen you... I might just hold onto your room key, and the bathroom key, for a little longer." Alice smirked at me as she left the room, laughing. I'd get her back, one day!