Dreamscape by ImoutoCommissions

Ichigo was exhausted, though that had been a common theme in her life 
for a very long time. She was always kept so busy with school and work 
and fighting aliens that she got sleep whenever she could, and since 
sleeping in class was frowned upon, she had been making an effort to 
stay awake at school. That meant that she lost out on even more sleep, 
and when she got home in the evenings, she could sometimes barely even 
hold her eyes open.

That was exactly the position she was in when she stumbled into her room 
one evening, and she knew that she would fall asleep standing up if she 
did not lay down soon. And so, without even bothering to change out of 
her school uniform, she collapsed onto her bed, and though her bladder 
gave a twinge, she did not even notice it before she had already drifted 
off to sleep.

She hadn't been to the bathroom since getting out of school and had 
worked her entire shift without taking a break for that, and even though 
she had been too tired to notice it, her bladder was actually getting to 
be quite full. It wouldn't be long before she would have no choice but 
to relieve herself, but she was sleeping so soundly that she didn't 
realize this at all.

It wasn't long after she fell asleep that she began to dream, and in her 
dream, the fact that she needed to pee became very apparent to her. She 
could feel the throbbing of her bladder and was panicked, trying to 
figure out where to go to take care of this. She wasn't aware of where 
she was or how she had gotten there, which meant that she didn't know 
where to find a bathroom and had to search.

Ichigo didn't know why she suddenly needed to pee so badly when she 
hadn't realized it before, but every step she took caused her bladder to 
ache, and she was getting nervous as she looked for somewhere to relieve 
herself. If she weren't careful, she might lose control, and though she 
didn't see anyone else around, it would still be much too humiliating 
for her to wet herself.

Walking past a park, she caught sight of a sandbox, and for a moment, 
felt relieved. There was a part of her mind, the more feline part, that 
insisted that that would be the perfect place for her to go. The 
temptation of relief was so great that she actually seriously considered 
it for a moment before she regained her senses, reminding herself that 
that was not proper for a human, and that it would be awfully hard to 
explain herself if she were caught doing something like that.

But that meant that she still had to look for a bathroom, and that was 
still no easier. She didn't know why there weren't any public buildings 
around, and started to wonder again where on earth she was. Before she 
could get too distracted questioning, however, another twinge from her 
bladder told her that she was getting to a very dangerous point in her 
desperation.

When she saw a litter box, actually laying on the ground with no one 
around, her feline half once again insisted she use it, but still, she 
resisted. However, it really seemed like she was being tested, because 
her desperation grew worse with each passing minute and she passed 
another litter box, and then another. Biting her lip, she resisted the 
urge to jam a hand between her legs, still afraid that someone might see 
her even though there was no one else around, as far as she could tell.

Things were getting to the point where she wasn't sure if she would be 
able to hold it, and she knew that she would have to find somewhere to 
relieve herself soon. The litter boxes she passed became more and more 
tempting, until finally, her animal instincts won out. After all, there 
still wasn't anyone to see her, and she wasn't going to make it much 
longer.

With her decision made, she walked up to the next litter box that she 
saw and pulled down her panties, crouching as she hiked up the skirt of 
her uniform. Sighing with relief, she let go, and the feeling of 
emptying her bladder was so wonderful that it was nearly orgasmic. She 
had been at her breaking point, and her bladder still cramped as it 
emptied, but she wasn't being forced to hold back anymore.

It was at that point that Ichigo was finally woken up, the feeling of 
soaking her sheets enough to bring her back to reality, but even this 
was a slow process. She realized much too late what was happening, and 
she was frozen for a moment as she laid in her growing puddle, and by 
the time she was able to move, her bladder had emptied itself 
completely, and it dawned on her that she had actually wet the bed. Her 
heart pounded and she began to panic, knowing that she would have to get 
this cleaned up quickly if she wanted to keep anyone from finding out 
about this.

Hopping out of bed, she stripped out of her uniform and stripped her 
bedding, changing into her pajamas and carrying the soiled fabric to the 
laundry room, doing what she could to be stealthy about it. She was just 
beginning to think that she was in the clear when she bumped right into 
her mom, dropping everything on the floor.

"What's this, Ichigo?" her mother asked, raising a brow. Her sheets were 
completely exposed, and there was no way for Ichigo to try and hide what 
had happened to her. Blushing, she looked down at the floor.

"I've been so exhausted lately," she mumbled. "I just fell right asleep 
as soon as I got home, and I didn't wake up until it was too late..." 
Her face grew redder with each passing moment, but her mom laughed good 
naturedly.

"Oh, you poor thing," she said. "You really should get more sleep, you 
know. It isn't healthy for a girl your age to put herself through so 
much stress."

"Can you please, please not tell dad about this?" begged Ichigo, and 
again, her mother laughed.

"Alright, I promise, my lips are sealed," she said. "How about you let 
me take care of washing your bedding, and you go take a nice, relaxing 
bath?"

Nodding, Ichigo thanked her mother and went off to the bathroom. It was 
true that she was running herself ragged and that she needed to relax 
more, and she vowed to do just that, starting now.