Padded in Paradise - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

We hit some traffic. 

It was bad traffic too, the type where you wondered if you were really moving at all, and what made it all worse was the fact that you could see how far the highway was backed up ahead. The driver told us it was going to be at least another 45 minutes on top of the original time, thankfully he wasn’t going to charge us extra.

Unfortunately, Jack was going to get what he wanted, and soon. As every minute passed, I felt more and more of the water I chugged fill my bladder. The pressure went from mild, to bothersome, to uncomfortable, and was now at painful. In fact my bladder was so full you could literally see it bulging out of my petite stomach, which just made me feel more bloated and awkward. As if the bulge in my jeans from the diaper wasn’t enough, now my actual body was bulging. 

Jack could tell I was nearing my limit. I was fidgeting, tapping my foot and adjusting my legs from crossed to uncrossed, then crossed again much more often than any empty-bladdered person would. He was getting off on it too; just my squirming alone got him excited, and I saw him on more than a couple occasions pull at the crotch of his pants to adjust and hide his arousal. I contemplated moaning, really selling it, after all we were in the back of the massive van cab...but that still felt too risky.

“Uuuugh I just wanna get to the beach” Talia groaned. Her and Ray were annoyed with the traffic, Jack seemed to not mind and I honestly hadn’t paid it much attention once we were in it. I was too busy focusing on holding. It’s not like it mattered if I made it to the hotel to pee or not, I was wetting this diaper either way. It was just a matter of how long I would have to sit in my own pee. Part of me also wanted to really test how long I could hold it, especially post the events on the plane ride over here.

Jack reached a hand across the cab seats and grabbed my tapping knee. I stopped tapping with his grip, which was firm and very much more than just a “stop this tapping” squeeze. Slowly, he moved his hand up my thigh and into my crotch. He calmly and quietly forced my legs apart. My heart started beating. All the tapping and the pushing of my legs together was what was keeping him bladder in check...he was forcing me to be without that coping. 

I clenched hard and bit my lip. He remained staring straight ahead, likely waiting for  a sign that anyone in front of us would turn around so he could remove his hands off me. I couldn’t help but look at him, my eyes showing pain and desperation, as well as increasing arousal. I was starting to question whether I was getting wet from his grip or from the gradual failure of my muscles to hold it. Either way, I liked where this was going.

He moved his hand inside my thigh and pressed one finger along the front of my jeans. I felt the pressure of his touch through the denim and the diaper to my pussy. I started throbbing down there, again unsure if from pleasure or pain. 

The pressure aches in my bladder grew stronger and stronger. I closed my eyes, awaiting the coming stream. Jack's finger rolled up and down the front of my pants, my clit tingling with every run by it. I felt a small dribbling leak out then a strong spurt which I contained. My eyes shot open and I could now see Jack looking at me, a smug smile across his face. He knew I was losing it. He pressed harder.

Another spurt shot out, the wet heat striking the inside padding and warming my already hot pussy. I let out a small moan that caught in my throat and didn’t get past more than a whimper. It was quiet, but still more that I would’ve liked to have escaped. This just encouraged Jack, who moved from one finger to having his whole hand rub the front of my diaper.

The pleasure was unbearable and the pain was excruciating. My bladder screamed while my pussy throbbed. My body wanted to pee and cum but my mind was telling me not to. Unfortunately for my mind, my body had Jack as an accomplice. Jack used his palm during his stroke up my crotch to push hard on my bladder. There was an instant reaction, a stream of pee escaped my grip and soaked more of the padding before I could regain control. He kept pushing every time he came up, again and again.

I held my breath and closed my eyes holding on to every last drop I could. Suddenly, I felt a sort of drop inside my stomach, and then felt the flow. My eyes shot open again and my cheeks flushed. Jack knew what was happening, and rubbed my clit directly as pee pooled in the diaper around my butt. Pee was rushing out of me without any control, and soon enough.

“Mmmm” I moaned as my body seized up in an extraordinary orgasm. I was still peeing while cumming, and I gripped onto Jack's hand as he tried to keep rubbing.

“What was that?” Ray asked, turning to me. Jack pulled away and I tried to act as normal as possible. 

“Hm? Oh nothing, just a bit eager to go I supposed…”Jack answered. Ray didn’t question, and finally the traffic ahead started moving. 

“Finally!” Taila exclaimed.

I let out a big sigh of relief and realized I was out of breath from the experience. As Talia spoke, I finally finished my orgasm. I felt so good yet so filthy. That was the best orgasm I’d ever had, and it was in the back seat of a cab while I uncontrollably wet myself in a diaper.

This was going to be a crazy vacation.