Dream Sequence 3

Contains: Pee Desperation, Diapers (NOT Age Play)

All characters

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She found herself in her car. Gridlocked as far down the highway as she could see, there was no way she'd be moving for hours. Of course today, of all days, she'd drunk an extra cup of coffee or two to help her get through work. Now, she was bouncing in the seat of her car, hopelessly staring out wishing that something, anything, would happen. But she could feel it coming.

She stared down at her business pants, her hand clenched white on her crotch. It didn't seem to help at all though, because her piss didn't seem to feel like being held. She bounced more and more, come on traffic! Suddenly, she didn't understand how, she was driving down her street towards her house, She knew she just had to make it one more minute, and she'd be free!

The car bounced a little entering her driveway, and she nearly lost it all at once. Opening her door, she stepped out completely bow-legged. One of her neighbors was sitting on her front porch, but he didn't matter right now. All she cared about was getting into her house and onto the toilet. While fumbling with her keys, he mentioned something about "family". Again, she ignored him and rushed inside to her bathroom. She sat down, ready to finally be released of her misery when she...

...is at the movie theater. Of course she is, she wasn't at home, she wasn't in traffic, she was watching an action MOVIE about cars. The guy wasn't her neighbor, he was up on screen talking about family. And, oh my god, she had to piss!

Why did she drink that entire 50 oz soda?! She looked down, and her bladder was absolutely bulging against the waistband of her skirt! But she couldn't get up, she couldn't walk out of the best part of the movie when her girlfriend loved it so much. It felt like torture watching the cars blow through buildings in slow motion. Gunshots, long speeches, physics defying stunts, and all she could do was squeeze her legs together so tightly she could crush a watermelon!

Finally, eventually, it was over. She did her best to try and get to the theater's bathroom as quickly as she could, but just standing up made her stumble. With how badly she needed to piss, it felt like she was surrounded by people pushing against her...

...on the train! She's on the train! How long had she been zoned out for? All these important people around her in office clothes and suits must think she's nuts! She was holding on for dear life to the grab bar. Her knees were still bowed, and her pencil skirt must've been hugging her ass super tightly while she was bent forward. People tried to pretend like they weren't staring, but she knew they were! She could feel them! But what can she do? There's ten stops between here and her office! Plus the five flights of stairs!

Tears started to well up in her eyes, when suddenly a man's voice asked her, "Are you alright? Can I help you?"

And she realized she wasn't holding onto a grab bar at all, but his shoulder! Her frazzled mind tried to come up with any excuse, and somehow she landed on, "Y-yes, I was trying to reach for that..."

"...item on the shelf!" As she pointed to the comically large spoon on the fifth shelf of the supermarket isle. "My friend told me I could only have a single scoop of his ice cream, so I need that!" And she couldn't reach it because, of course, she was still half bent over holding herself.

He didn't seem to notice though, and picked it up. When he handed it to her, it had somehow become a regular sized spoon again.

"Ah, sorry about that." He said, scratching his head, "I guess it wasn't large at all, but a weird perspective trick." And so, he used his mind to bend the spoon backwards and threw it into the fireplace...

..."Since we're at this nice new hotel, how about us two christen it?" He said with a suave voice. Her mind felt like it was screaming at her that she needed to do something, that she was bent over at the waist for a reason. She's naked, so is he, of course she's bent over! She needs a pounding!

Like a blur, she was bent at the waist holding onto the back of the couch as he railed himself in from behind. There was no pain, but she felt impossibly full too. Every time he slammed his hips into her thick ass, she could feel her belly sway a little too. She was trying to figure it out, but then she was on her back, and he was above her. Her legs were over his shoulders, and as he pulled back from making out with her, she could finally look down at her belly. No, her bladder!

All at once, the desperation of holding herself from what felt like an eternity exploded into her mind. There just wasn't a way she could possibly hold her piss, but it wasn't coming! He was relentless, drilling her into the bed, and using his thumb to crush down on her clit. She needed to piss! She needed him to know, but her voice wouldn't work!

He rolled her over to have her face planted into the bedsheets, and her ass in the air. She tried to use the moment to speak, but before a word could escape he inserted a large vibrating dildo into her pussy. It was a rabbit too, and the little arm off of it pressed into and vibrated her clit too. She was so close to peeing! Her bladder was bulging! And as if the over-stimulation couldn't be more unbearable, she could feel his cock head pressing against her backdoor.

She used whatever energy she didn't have to raise her head slightly, and gasp for whatever air she could hope for. He planted his feet into the bed, and gripped her upturned hips like a steel vice. Then he sunk inch after inch into her, and when he bottomed out she had never felt so full in her life. It simply wasn't possible, why hadn't she wet herself yet?

But the feeling was indescribable. Packed so full of fluids, meat, and toy that it felt like she couldn't ever eat or drink again. It felt... amazing! She was being beyond stimulated in ways she never knew she could, and her orgasm was rocketing towards her.

There was no way to stop it now. Her breathing became hoarse and ragged, she mumbled and whimpered incoherently into the bed her face was mashed against. She was drooling, she was building, she was going to come! She was going to finally be able to piss! She'd get her relief from this torture! So close, right on the edge.

And it felt like she was hit by lightning. He brain fried, her body convulsed, her arms and legs and hands and feet clenched and spread and curled and gripped, her mind was fractured into a thousand pieces, yet she felt like she'd reached nirvana. And oh my god, she was pissing! She could tell she was completely drenching the entire bed, absolutely soaking it and making a massive puddle. It was pooling around her knees, so warm, and it was coming out of her like a hose.

She somehow gained enough strength in her arm to slam her hand into her clit and rub like crazy. Vibrator be damned, and she didn't even know if he was still there, but she wasn't letting this high down so easily. She hadn't fully returned to Earth, but her relief and horniness of pissing the bed was too much, and she found herself tearing back to the cliff of the mountain again. Just a little more, her hand was making the piss spray go everywhere, she could feel it on her entire body, she was going to come! Now!

Her eyesight didn't seem to work for a moment. She could feel every nerve in her body firing, but was so numb to any sensation. She collapsed into the bed, and had to use every ounce of energy to just keep breathing.

She was about to drift off, when the man rolled her onto her back, and got her gaze. He smiled into a large satisfied grin, and said, "I hope you enjoyed your... desperation." And vanished.

And... she woke up. Hours later, in her bedroom. She was covered in sweat, her blankets were a mess, they were drenched in piss. She was dazed, trying to figure out what happened. A dream? A nightmare? Or... reality? She was breathing heavily, completely overheating, and blinked rapidly to try and wake herself up more. She didn't know what happened, or whether it would again. But she did know she needed new sheets, and that she enjoyed it immensely...