"Ah, Risa, you can put those over there."
The next day started my first official day working at the pet shop.
It turns out Mikan can't officially work here until she gets a work dog license like Kotarou has, so we let her rest at home for today.
Mostly I've just been helping Kotarou handle deliveries and tidying up around the shop.
"I think that's everything. Risa, let's take a break."
Kotarou leads me back to the shop where she hands me a homemade bento box.
"Here. Mom made one for both of us today."
"Oh. Nadeshiko, you didn't need to do that."
Nadeshiko gives me a warm smile as Kotarou hands me her bento box.
"It's no problem, Risa. It's the least I can do to thank you for taking care of Kotarou last night."
I nearly bite my tongue as I'm reminded of last night's events. Kotarou just smiles and wags her tail, leaning over abruptly and offering my cheek a quick lick.
"I had lots of fun with Risa~."

My cheeks flush red as Nadeshiko lets out a giggle. "My, my~. You two look to be getting along well."
I drown out the embarrassment of the scene by promptly shoving rice in my mouth.
Wow. It's good. Really good, in fact. Man, I'm almost envious. Nadeshiko is a much better cook than I am.
I make it halfway through the meal before I'm interrupted by a gurgling in my gut, which reminds me.. I haven't done.. "that" since before our visit to the fair.
I realize maybe I should slow down on the food.. but it would be impolite to Nadeshiko not to finish the meal she prepared for me, and it's just so delicious I don't want to.
So, I scarf down the rest, somehow out-pacing even Kotarou.
"Thank you for the meal, it was wonderful!"
After lunch, I follow Kotarou to help her walk the dogs. Mostly, it's an uneventful walk. Until about halfway through.
Grrrglglgll
"Nngh."
Crap. Plowing through lunch was a bad idea after all.
"Risa? Are you okay?"

"A-ah, I'm fine!"
Kotarou stares at me for a moment before making a suggestion. "If you need to potty, we could find a bush or something."
"N-no! No! Uhm, I mean.. I don't need to.. pee."
Kotarou's head tilts, before a playful smirk hits her face and she wanders off ahead of me.

"Ah~, well Risa is a big girl, I'm sure she can hold it until the end of work."
Nngh. What happened to that sympathy she had just a moment ago?
I have to squirm and shift my hips from side to side as we circle back around to the shop.
That's when I notice something else shifting on our way back.. the weather is starting to look grim. I have to use a hand to keep my skirt tugged down as the wind picks up.
By the time the store is in view again, a sudden strong cramp forces me to freeze in place.
"..Nnghh..!"
Nudge.
"Risa, hurry up!"
Oh God. I nearly lose it right there when Kotarou forces me forward.
Just a little bit further and I'll ask Nadeshiko to use the shop bathroom.
"I'll put the dogs in their cages, you wait here Risa!"
"But.."
"Wait, wait! I'll just be a minute!"
I'm starting to think this mischievous pup is just seeking to keep me from the restroom.
But I don't know where the employee bathroom is to begin with, so it's not like I have much choice.
Several minutes pass, and no trace of Kotarou.
Grrglglgll
Nnh. I will not last much longer at this rate. I'll just look for the bathroom myself.
I creep inside the shop and look around, but I barely take a few steps in the door before Kotarou comes running up.
"Ah, Risa! Sorry, I had to help mom with something. She says she'll close up here and asked me to walk you home."
"Oh. Okay, but first, where is your bathr-"
I'm not even able to finish getting the words out of my mouth before Kotarou is dragging me back out the door.
"H-hey!"
"Risa, there's a storm coming, we need to hurry and get you home before it gets here! Use the bathroom at your house!"
I try to pull back in protest, but I don't even think Kotarou notices as she tugs me along.
"Okay, okay, just slow down!"
At this point my tummy feels like it will explode.
We barely get halfway home before I'm doubled over on the side of the street again, arms wrapped around my belly as I fight back another cramp.
Nnghh.. God, I wish she would have just let me use the restroom.
"Risa? Are you okay? We're almost there."
Kotarou looks anxious, but she nevertheless tries to force me to continue moving.
Bad idea.
Pffftt.. Brrrrrrrttt!
My cheeks light up as another form of wind flutters out beneath my skirt.
Kotarou's ears twitch and I can tell she's stifling back laughter.
"S-sorry, Risa. I, uhm, just don't want us to get wet."
Yeah. Sure.

"Nngh, well if you continue dragging me along like that, getting wet will be the least of my concerns."
Kotarou seems to take the hint finally and gives me some space. Her face looks filled with worry.. though, I don't think it's for me.
"Kotarou, are you okay?"
"I'm fine! But I'm not the one about to fill their panties if we don't hurry!"
Oh God. My cheeks burn red again as I playfully shove the doggy girl forward. It makes her giggle again at least.
I'm still not sure what's troubling her, but at least I'm almost home now.
By the time we arrive at my apartment's door, I'm having to use one hand to hold my stomach.
Being so close to relief, I can feel my meals from the last two days just begging to come out as I desperately try to work the lock.
God, I don't remember the last time I've ever had to go this bad.
Finally, I get the door open, stumbling through as I desperately stagger in and kick my shoes off.
"Mikan, I'm hom-!"

I make an instant dart for the toilet, but I barely take two steps before an orange haired doggy girl comes racing into my waist, tail wagging, arms slung around me and clutching tightly into a hug.
Ah..! Oh god.. Mikan, no!
Grrrgllglllll!
Hnnnghh..!!
"Mikan, please, I need to get to the bath-"
Pffffllbrbrbrrrtt.
As an involuntary, noisy burst of gas escapes out my backside, I can feel the contents of my tummy moving with a vengeance.
Both my hands fling to my rump and clamp my rear as hard as possible, but even with that, I know it's too late.
My eyes squeeze shut as my body lets out an involuntary grunt, and I can feel something hard press out and tent against my panties. Then, it happens..
..Pffllrrtt,, Crkl..CRKLKLKLKLcrklkllll! Blllorrrtt!
Oh, crap! Crap crap crap!
I feel the small tent explode outwards, my hands doing nothing to curb the violent crackling as a warm mountain of mush balloons my panties outwards, the warm muddy sensation spreading up and down; creeping up my butt as the added weight causes my panties to sag ever so slightly.
"Ohhh..! Ohh.. groooossss!"
Kotarou's ears perk up almost instantly at this. Mikan's head is tilted, peering up at me with concern. But it only takes a moment before her nose picks up what happened and she bounces back, palms clasped over her mouth.

"Oh.. oh my god! Risa, Risa, I'm so sorry! Mikan had no idea! Mikan is so so sorry!!"
Kotarou, on the other hand..

"..Pftt.. Hahah... hahahaha! R-Risa! You seriously did it! You really, really did it! Hahahaha!"
..Just cracks up laughing.
All I can do is groan as my cheeks burn redder than I think they ever have before. My hands drift over the seat of my panties to inspect the size of the damage..
Once Kotarou finally catches her breath, she steps in to give me a pat on the head, a smirk still on her face.
"Don't worry, Risa. If you need them, I still have some of my diapers you can borrow~!"
"L-Listen you!!"
I reach up to give Kotarou's cheeks a pinch, but she just ignores it and sticks her tongue out at me.
"Mikan, Mikan, look what your master did~!"
As I feel a wave of cool air hit, I realize that Kotarou has my skirt hoisted up to give Mikan a clear view of my accident.
"A-Ahhh..!!"

"..O-Oh wow.. Risa.. you really.."
Great. Now even my own doggy girl is giggling at me.

"I will get you both back for this."
Kotarou just ruffles my hair and sneaks back to try to make her quick get away.
"Well, I'll leave you to deal with cleaning up now Risa. See you tomorrow~!"
Boom!
Ah! Oh, it's lightning out. It looks like we'll be getting that storm earlier than the forecast anticipated.
"A-ahhh!"
As I glance over, I notice Kotarou suddenly knelt down, ears and tails drooped, and her hands covering her head.
Wait.. is she afraid of-
Flash~!
Kotarou, who was happily teasing me just a moment ago, suddenly rushes back inside and hides herself behind me.

"R-Risa! Risa! Uhm.."
"I know. I don't have a car to drive you in, and I can't send you out in this weather.. you can stay here for tonight, again. I'll just call Nadeshiko and let her know."
Kotarou gives out a sigh of relief as I close the door behind her.
So, so.. this is why she was in such a rush. She's scared of thunderstorms, huh? It's kind of cute. Kotarou gives the impression of being big and fearless, but even she has things she's afraid of, apparently.

"One condition, Kotarou. You're responsible for making me.. do this, so you're going to help me clean up."
..
"F-Fine, fine! You stink anyway, someone needs to clean you up!"
I give Kotarou another playful pinch on the cheek as I walk back by her on the way to the bathroom.
"Hey, at least you weren't trapped in a car with a stinky pupper for miles."
I let out a giggle as Kotarou blushes in turn.
"R-Risa!"
At least, before her hand makes a playful swat at my butt.
Fwap! Smuush~!
O-Ohhh~!
My hand darts to my mouth as an involuntary moan escapes my lips.
Kotarou gives a devious grin and tugs me along towards the bathroom.
"Mikan~ why don't you help me get your master cleaned up?"

(Note: Contains underaged wetting desperation… probably. Also contains my interpretation of their off-stage personalities since that’s never shown in the official game.)
 
Inkopolis Square, the most happening part of the city, was buzzing with activity today. Inklings, the squid and kid hybrids that made up much of the city’s population, bustled about in numbers greater than usual, and for good reason. Today was the day of the Splatfest, the city’s most popular event, where inklings would pick sides and compete in turf wars to win prizes and bragging rights for their team.
But first, they would need to know what these sides were, and they would soon get their answer. The big screen hanging on the Deca Tower flicked on, and a snazzy logo soon gave way to two hosts in front of a large ground floor window and another TV screen.
“Y’all know what time it is!” said Pearl the inkling, who lounged in a comfy chair.
“It’s Off the Hook, coming at you live from Inkopolis Square!” said Marina the octoling, standing behind a DJ turntable.
“I hope none of you forgot what day it is today!”
Marina giggled. “How could anyone forget? It’s Splatfest Day at last!”
“Right on! Speaking of forgetting, how about we remind our viewers what debate tonight’s Splatfest is gonna decide?”
“Good idea! Tonight’s Splatfest is all about…” Marina scratched the turntable in time to the music. The TV behind them then switched to two drawings, one of a coffee pot on the left, and the other of a fancy cup with the string of a tea bag coming out on the right.
“It’s the clash of caffeinated concoctions!” said Pearl, “Are you a fan of the morning joe?”
“Or is a cup of tea more your speed?”
“I still don’t get how you can enjoy that junk.” Pearl pointed at her co-host. “Tea is such a boring drink. Coffee is better in every way!”
“No way! Coffee is gross,” said a pouting Marina. “No matter what you add to it, it always tastes like boiled dirt. But tea is so smooth and comforting, I could drink it all day!”
“Isn’t boiled dirt basically what tea is? Also, you can’t beat coffee for your daily caffeine fix. That’s why they call it the best part of waking up!”
“But then it makes you crash in the middle of the day,” said Marina, “And aren’t you a little young to be drinking that stuff anyway?”
Pearl crossed her arms behind her head. “Pfft, what makes you say that?”
“Well, it’s just that coffee stunts your growth when you’re young, and I don’t think you need that stunted more than it already is.”
“O-Oh yeah!?” Pearl stammered, shaking her head like a toddler throwing a tantrum. “Well, aren’t you a little young to be wearing an outfit like that?”
“W-what’s my outfit have anything to do with this?” Marina put a hand on her top, which was little more than a partially-unzipped leather bra.
“I’m just looking out for you. Wouldn’t want you to spill a hot cup of tea and get third-degree burns all over.”
“I am more than capable of holding a cup, thank you very much!”
Pearl turned back to the camera. “Whatever, we’ll let the viewers decide the better beverage.”
Marina returned to her regular meek smile. “Right, remember to go to the booth and sign up for your team to receive your special Splatfest t-shirt.”
“And don’t worry, fans of the beans.” Pearl threw her arms up in celebration. “As a special for tonight, we’ll have free coffee available to help you get your splat on all night!”
Marina put her hands together. “Same goes to supporters of Team Tea. There’ll be more flavors and varieties than you could shake an inkbrush at!”
“But before we get to enjoy all that, let’s get everyone up to date on the current rotation.”
Marina nodded. “Yup, time to check out the available stages for ranked, unranked, and league play!”
And so, the rest of the show went along normally, with Pearl breaking down each stage and Marina leaving a chirpy but snarky remark as dictated by the teleprompter. Before long, they were already at the closing segment.
“And that’s all the time we’ve got!” said Pearl, hopping out of her seat while Marina moved the turntable aside. “Until next time…”
“Don’t get cooked, stay off the hook!” they both declared as they smiled and struck a pose together.
A few seconds passed before the red light on the camera turned off. “Alright girls, good work this morning!” said their manager from his seat. “Go ahead and take a few minutes to yourselves, then we’ll start prepping for the Splatfest.”
“Thank you, everybody!” said Marina while the camera crew cleared out. Pearl merely shot them a smile and a “rock on” gesture.
As soon as they were alone in the room, their only witnesses the inklings and jellyfish looking in from outside, the girls sat down at a nearby table. Pearl poured herself a cup of coffee from a fresh pot while Marina grabbed a glass of iced tea. “Big night ahead of us,” started Pearl, “This might be our only chance to kick back until tomorrow. You excited?”
“Of course! Splatfests always get my ink pumping like nothing else.” Marina’s cheerful grin lowered to a sheepish smile. “By the way, I know I say this every time, but I hope I wasn’t too mean with some of my lines. Sometimes, I think the teleprompter is trying to make me sound like a… you know.”
“Nah, it’s cool.” Pearl waved it off with a hand. “I couldn’t make it this far in the business if I didn’t know how to take some ribbing.”
Marina stared at her glass for a moment. “I mean, it’s just that you’re the first and best friend I’ve had since I came to Inkopolis, and I don’t want you to feel like I’m being ungrateful.”
Pearl chuckled. “You kidding? I don’t think there’s anything you could do to make me not wanna be your friend.”
“W-wait, you really mean that?” said Marina, a hint of pink appearing on her cheeks.
“For realsies, Marina. You can chillax on that front, okay? Now how about we talk about some of the fashion disasters competing today? I saw one kid wearing a paintball mask, a tank top, and get this, socks with sandals!” Pearl busted out laughing. “It’s like, does that gear have good stats, or did he forget to do his laundry?”
“No way!” said Marina, finding herself giggling as well. She had to admit, Pearl always knew how to cheer her up and put her worries at ease. She took another sip of tea and listened to Pearl go on about fashion-blind inklings and whatnot in contentment. Tonight’s Splatfest was gonna be great; she couldn’t think of anything that could possibly spoil it.
 
 
Ohh, I drank too much tea.
Night had come, and the Splatfest was in full swing. As always, Marina enjoyed a great view of the festivities from the stage atop the Deca Tower lobby. Inklings, jellyfish, and other creatures danced and cheered underneath bright neon lights while fireworks lit up the sky. Pearl danced and rapped in front of her, lost in her own tune, while the octoling worked the turntables to make the freshest beats in all of Inkopolis.
This would all normally bring Marina nothing but pleasant feelings and memories, the kind that make her feel tingly all over for days afterwards. Right now, however, all she could think about was the large quantity of tea she had drunk over the course of the day. As much as she liked tea, she had forgotten about its pesky diuretic properties in lieu of focusing on the Splatfest. As such, even though she had made sure to use the bathroom before going on stage, her bladder was already demanding to be emptied a mere couple hours later.
Marina quietly thanked the fact that the current song was more focused on Pearl than her. With most of the attention on her friend, she could squeeze her legs and bounce in place to ease the strain, if only just a little. Still, she doubted she could last much longer at her current pace, especially if they played any tunes that required her to do some dancing.
Speaking of, Marina had kept a close eye on Pearl as a way to distract herself from the constant pressure, and she had noticed something off about her friend. Sure, she was dancing and rapping to keep the crowd energized, but her movements seemed a little stiffer than normal, and her voice had hints of being forced.
Don’t tell me she needs to pee, too? Marina wondered. She couldn’t think of any other explanation, as Pearl didn’t seem ill before the show started. Then again, all that coffee may just be making her too jittery to perform at her best. She would have to check up on her as soon as they could get off the stage.
And as luck would have it, a few seconds after Pearl landed the big finish for the tune, the girls heard their manager speaking through their earpieces. “Alright ladies, there’s another televised match comin’ up. Come on down and take a few minutes to yourself.”
Nodding together, Pearl waved to the audience and yelled “Okay, kids and squids! We’ll be back in a few, so keep this party going until then!” Meanwhile, Marina put the turntables on standby and shot one last smile to the audience before they departed.
The moment they were offstage and out of view, Pearl dropped her grin. “Ugh, I was starting to think we'd never get a break tonight.”
“Me too!” Marina glanced at her friend. “Um, are you feeling alright?”
“Sure, why wouldn’t I be?” asked Pearl, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, you seemed a little... stiff out there.”
“What do you mean ‘stiff’? I'm as fresh as ever!” Pearl raised her arms in a pose.
A moment passed while the two stared at each other, but then Pearl suddenly gasped and brought her arms down and her legs together.
“That doesn’t look very fresh to me,” said Marina.
“Okay, so I gotta whiz pretty bad,” replied a fidgeting Pearl, “I don’t know how I made it through those last couple tunes.” Her eyes lowered into a glare. “If you’re gonna snark about it, can you make it quick?”
“No no, I wasn’t gonna do that!” Marina waved her hands. “Actually, I really gotta go, too.”
“Wait, seriously?”
Marina nodded and put her hands to her groin. “All that tea went through me like a shot from a charger. I even went before we started and everything.”
“Then why are we standing here complaining about it?” Pearl turned in the direction of the studio and took off. “Last one to the bathroom is a rotten salmonid egg!”
“Hey, no fair!” the octoling yelled back while she ran after her. In truth, she wasn’t too happy about the impromptu race as it would tire her out, but at least this way, it would get her to the toilets that much quicker. She allowed herself to smile knowing that relief was only a few moments away.
 
 
“What do you mean the toilets are broken!?”
Pearl glared and tapped her foot at the jellyfish repairman standing next to the restrooms, the door closed and a big “Do not enter” sign in front of it.
“Bluh, apology for the inconveniencing,” said Jelonzo, “Pipe has busting all over floor. Entire plumbing being shut down in order to make the fixing. Please to understand.”
“You should understand there’s gonna be a lot more liquid on the floor if you don’t let us in there!” Pearl’s brow furrowed so much, Marina worried that it would be permanently stuck that way.
“Very not advised, miss kid-squid,” said Jelonzo, putting up two of his tentacles. “Commode is having no water to flush. Also bad smell, I am told. Am very happy jellyfish not have nose right now.”
“Urgh, you have to be squidding me! I just used them before the Splatfest!”
Seeing that this was going nowhere fast, Marina put her hand on Pearl’s shoulder, leaving the other one near her groin. “Hey, forget about it. Let’s just go use the porta-potties outside. I know they always set some up for Splatfests near the square.”
Pearl turned to her while still frowning. “But we’re super-popular celebrities, Marina. The instant we go outside, we’ll get stampeded with autographs and selfie requests. Not that I mind that normally, but we’d never get close to the toilets.”
“I know, but we don’t have any other choice.” Marina rested a finger on her chin. “If only there was a way to hide while we waited in line.”
Pearl wiggled her hips side to side. “Well, we better come up with something fast. I’d rather we didn’t have to make a wardrobe change in the middle of a concert.”
“Wait, that’s it!” Marina exclaimed, her eyes lit up.
“What is it?” asked Pearl. “Please don’t suggest we actually wet ourselves and change clothes.”
“No, our wardrobe department! They have all kinds of costumes. There’s gotta be something we can disguise ourselves with in there.”
Pearl gasped in realization. “Holy carp, you’re right! Why didn’t I think of that?”
“The staff might still be in there organizing for the next show,” said Marina, turning in the direction of the department. “Come on, before we have to get back on stage!”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” said Pearl as they ran off, leaving Jelonzo alone in the hallway. He rubbed the back of his head and sighed.
“I wondering if Jelfonzo maybe having room for other fish of jelly at shop.”
 
 
“How’s the coast?” asked Pearl.
Marina glanced around the corner of the square. Inklings continued to party and dance about to the music despite the stars not currently performing.
“It’s busy, but everyone’s distracted. I think if we keep our heads down, we can reach the toilets,” she replied.
“Then let’s move! My ink tank is ready to blow.”
As quickly and inconspicuously as they could, the duo walked into the square, revealing their “disguises,” as they could generously be called. Marina had put on sunglasses and a bandanna around her mouth, while Pearl hid her face behind a paintball mask. Aside from this, their outfits were completely unchanged, partly because they didn’t have time to change into and out of full disguises and still get back on stage, but mostly because they didn’t want to hassle with them inside the porta-potties.
Even more suspicious was the stiff way they walked, the urge to pee having grown too strong to let them walk normally. Instead, their upper legs rubbed together and at least one hand remained on their groin at all times.
But whether nobody looked in their direction or their disguises actually worked, they soon crossed the entire square without drawing any attention. Despite their bladders weighing them down, both girls allowed themselves to smile from their success.
“Wait, that actually worked? Noice!” said Pearl while they walked.
“I told you we’d be fine,” said Marina. “And look, the bathrooms are just around this corner.” She pointed at a sign set up by the committee with an arrow and the restroom symbols.
Pearl immediately broke into a jog upon hearing this, rounding the corner. “Oh man, I can't wait to get in there, sit on that throne, and… what the shell!?”
“What’s wrong?” Marina quickly caught up to her, but she didn't have to finish turning the corner to see the problem. “Oh no…”
Lines. Long ones, at least fifteen inklings if not more in front of every toilet. Worse still, many of them, boys and girls alike, had varying combinations of crossed legs, hands on their groins, slight forward bend, and hopping in place. It seemed that the singers were not the only ones who had been affected by all the coffee and tea, and the committee in charge of preparing the square did not anticipate this.
“W-what are we supposed to do now?” asked Pearl.
“I… don’t know,” was all Marina could say. What could they do? These were the only open bathrooms she knew were nearby, but there was no way they would have enough time or strength to stand in line for that long. With how desperate everyone else looked, she doubted they could use their celebrity status to cut in line, not to mention all the other problems attempting that could make. For the first time that night, Marina found herself at a complete loss of ideas.
As she wondered while shaking her hips, both singers soon took notice of one of the girls standing in line, whose fidgeting had suddenly grown more frantic. She bounced from one foot to the other, both hands firmly pressed into her shorts while frantically looking around in panic. Then, just as quickly, she stood completely still, then slowly fell onto her knees and bottom. A puddle pooled around her and tears ran down her cheeks while a boy standing behind her put his hand on her shoulder and tried saying comforting words to her.
Perhaps out of a subconscious sympathy or from added visual stimuli, the sight of someone letting go sent a signal to the duo’s bladders, and they soon felt a warm dribble hit their underwear. “Eep!” they both squeaked, instantly joining the rest of the crowd in their collective potty dance. Whatever speed their minds were racing at before doubled in a heartbeat.
“Aah, I can’t take this anymore!” declared Pearl. She turned and ran off down a side street, hands firmly on her groin.
“Pearl, wait up!” Marina yelled as she gave chase, their disguises flying off in the rush.
The chase went on for a couple minutes, taking them through several winding streets and side roads. Despite the pounding pain from her bladder and the fatigue of running, Marina refused to let her friend out of sight. Her need to pee may have been powerful, but her concern for Pearl’s well-being was just a little stronger.
“Where are you going!?” she yelled out as they turned onto yet another empty alley.
“I-I don't know, somewhere!” replied Pearl, whose run had deteriorated into a half-jog, half-waddle. “Th-there's gotta be an open bathroom, or a bush, or a dumpster or, or-!”
At that moment, Pearl gasped and her talking and running came to a dead stop, allowing Marina to finally catch up to her. “Pearl?” she asked in a half-whisper once directly behind her.
Pearl responded with only a small whimper. Marina opened her mouth to say something else, but it would not come to be. A bright flash from a firework exploding behind them lit up the dark alley, showing everything she needed to see.
A dark patch had grown on the insides of Pearl’s pink tights, steadily making its way down her legs, some of it leaking through the fabric and dripping away. There was no denying it: Pearl had lost the battle and was now giving her pants and underwear a very unfresh dye job.
Marina could feel nothing but sympathy for her friend. She reached out towards Pearl, wanting to comfort her in some way, any way she could.
“Oohh!” Pearl suddenly moaned and twitched, making Marina retract her hand. The next moment, the octoling picked up a faint hissing noise and the sound of liquid hitting the ground. Pearl had fully surrendered to her bladder’s demands and fully opened the floodgates. The drops coming from between Pearl’s legs turned into a tiny stream dribbling all over the place. Meanwhile, the streaks on her legs grew bigger and farther, reaching all the way into her shoes.
But immediately after witnessing this, Marina let out a gasp herself. The warmth in her shorts grew bigger, and no amount of clenching she could muster would stop it. Exhausted from all the running and pressure battering it, her bladder could no longer hold it all back, letting out a slow but steady leak.
Everything that had transpired up to this point rendered Marina’s mind blank. Things like modesty or her celebrity status no longer mattered to her. She was simply a girl who needed to pee, and she was going to pee now. As such, she beared no mind to their location as she yanked her pants and underwear and proceeded to lower herself to the ground.
But she didn’t even make it that far when her body fully cut loose, releasing a powerful stream of a slightly-tinted oil-like liquid onto the ground. Still only halfway to a squat, her knees bent and bottom angled so the pee splattered slightly behind her, Marina froze in place and allowed nature to run its course right where she stood.
The pleasure was immediate, spreading a relieving tingling sensation from her groin to the rest of her body, and she could not help but smile without shame. She felt a word on her tongue, and let it out in a long sigh, as it was the only one that could perfectly describe her feelings in that moment.
“Woomy.”
Even as her pee went on and on, lasting twenty, then thirty, then forty seconds and beyond, Marina continued to enjoy her potty time. It was only when the stream began to taper off that the reality of her situation came to her. She was a famous singer who had just undressed and peed in a public location, her rear end sticking out the whole time and her puddle growing large enough to reach the back of her shoes. A streak of pink lit up her brown face as she pulled her pants back up, wincing at the extra wetness but thankful that her shorts were black and rather thick.
Just as she was modest again, another whimper from Pearl reminded Marina of her friend’s less fortunate outcome. She brought her attention back to Pearl and saw what she had expected to see: saturated leggings, a sizeable puddle that reached her boots, and her back still turned, not moving a muscle.
“Um, Pearl?” Marina asked.
“What?” Her voice came in a low, blunt tone.
“Do you n-need my help?”
“No.”
“Are you sure? What if I-”
“I said I don’t want it!” Pearl turned around, revealing not just an angry scowl, but eyes full of tears. The sight caused Marina to be taken aback; never before had she seen Pearl so upset.
“W-what?” she slowly mumbled.
“I pissed myself, okay!? I s-s-soaked my pants because I’m a stupid kid who c-can’t hold her coffee!” She kicked at the ground, her gaze avoiding the octoling. “Why should I ask for anyone’s help? You’re the one everyone likes. You can hold it like a big girl.”
Somehow, despite staring into Pearl’s angry and messy face, Marina knew just what to say next. She reached out and took Pearl’s hand into her own.
“Because friends help each other out, just like how you helped me when I didn’t know a thing about life in Inkopolis,” she said with a smile. “I don’t even wanna think about how many embarrassing moments you helped me through. It’s only right that I help you out, too.”
A few seconds passed in silence while they let Marina’s speech sink in. “Friend, huh?” Pearl asked with a sniff. “You sure you still wanna be friends with someone who just wet themselves?”
Marina giggled a bit. “I don’t think there’s anything you can do to make me not want to be your friend.”
At this, Pearl let out a small gasp, her angry complexion having a hint of fading away. Marina couldn’t help herself, and pulled her friend into a hug. Pearl stood in surprise at first, but it only took a few moments before she raised her arms and returned the hug.
“You’re not gonna say a word about this, are you?”
“Not for all the ice cream in the world,” said Marina as she felt the warmth of her friend’s hug spread through her.
“Cake is still better,” grumbled Pearl.
“Of course it is.”
It wasn’t much longer before they let each other go, at which point Marina noticed that Pearl was no longer mad or teary-eyed. She didn’t look very happy at the moment, but at least the worst of it was passed them now.
“Ugh, so what am I gonna do?” Pearl looked at her soaked legs. “There’s no way I’m not gonna be seen if we go back the way we came.”
Marina put a finger to her chin. “Hmm, then I guess we’ll just have to take a side road back to the studio. We can get you cleaned up and changed there.”
“You sure you know where you’re going?”
Marina pulled out an arrow-shaped cell phone. “As long as the maps on here are up to date.”
“Now you’re thinking like an inkling.” Pearl chuckled for the first time since her wetting.
With a smile, Marina turned around. “Alright, now let’s get out of here before somebody finds...” She never finished the sentence, instead choosing to gasp and nearly drop her phone. It didn’t take long for Pearl to see the reason why, either.
Standing at the end of the alley was an inkling girl, the same one the singers had witnessed wetting herself, her eyes and mouth wide open and her body completely still. There was no telling how long she had been there, but between the puddles and Pearl's pants, there was also no hiding what had transpired.
All three girls remained motionless for what seemed like forever, their faces burning with blush. Eventually, Marina slowly raised her hand and waved at the girl. “Um, h-hi?”
The girl’s eyes rolled upwards and she fell to the ground, leaving Pearl and Marina to stare at their fainted fan for a few moments.
“You wanna know something, Marina?”
“What is it?”
“I don’t think we’re gonna make it back on stage in time.”
 
 

...It's raining..
As I look upon the apartment balcony, I can see a brown-haired girl with twintails staring back at me, her blue eyes flickering as a clash of lightning strikes off in the distance.
Risa. Oumi Risa. That's her, my name. 
It's getting late, and the storm doesn't seem like it will let up anytime soon.
..Grumble grumble..
"..Hungry..", my stomach groans out. I stretch and rest my head against the table as rain drops patter against the window.
I forgot to stock up on groceries yesterday, so now I'm stuck here with nothing to eat. 
Well, perhaps not. What's a little rain anyway? The convenience store isn't that far away. I still need to shower and do laundry tonight anyhow. 
I push myself up from the table with a bit of forced enthusiasm, grab my nearby jacket and umbrella from the coat hanger, head out the door and..
Swoosh!
"...!"
As soon as I step out and open my umbrella, a sudden violent gust of wind practically knocks me off my feet. I can feel my skirt fluttering in the wind, the cold rain pelting against my skin as I struggle to maintain my footing.
"Guh..!"
I speed around the first corner, splashing through a few puddles hidden in the dark alleyway. Cold! I can feel the rainwater soaking into my socks as I run, but I'd rather not risk slowing down and getting blown over entirely. The last thing I want is to walk into a store looking like I wet my skirt.
I can feel the rain fiercely pelting against my umbrella as I rush around another corner and instantly almost trip over something in the alleyway.
"Wha...?!"
A pile of dirty clothes..? No, a.. stray dog?

There's an orange haired anthropoid girl wearing worn-out clothes laying here. She's thoroughly drenched by the rain, and motionless.
What is she doing out here in this weather? I lean down and stare at her for a moment before giving a few curious pokes.
"H-Hey.. are you okay?"
She shuffles a bit, searching me with a lifeless stare, scarcely able to acknowledge my presence.
This is not good. She's not going to survive the night out here like this.
I stand up and look, but there's no one else around. Judging by her condition and how soaked the dog girl is, she's plainly been out here a long time.. the only thing I can think of is she's been abandoned by someone. But who could do such a thing? There are shelters you can leave anthropoid animals you are unable to care for, leaving them out on the street like this is just cruel.
I don't know if there's much I can do to help, but I can't just leave her out here to die..
If she's been abandoned, she's probably starving too. There's no time to do any serious shopping, but..
I pull off my jacket and wrap it around the doggy girl. It might not be of much use at this point, but I don't know what else to do. Afterwards, I hastily run into the store and grab some of the closest things I can find. A couple bags of chips, a carton of milk, a bag of doggy treats, and a couple pieces of melon bread I find near the checkout counter. It's not much, but it will do for now.
I quickly pay for the items, waiting impatiently as the cashier tucks them inside a plastic bag for me, and head out the door back into the alleyway.
"...Crap."
As I stare down at her with groceries and umbrella in-hand, it strikes me that carrying her is going to be difficult. I'm not sure I could even do it in perfect weather as it is. I consider going back inside and asking for help, but.. other than the cashier, no one seems to have been crazy enough to come out and brave this storm.
While debating my options, the doggy girl stirs for a moment. I see her peering up towards the bag in my hand. She must still be conscious enough to smell food nearby.
I didn't come this far to give up. I have to try. I toss my umbrella to the side and pull the grocery bag up my arm before crouching. The puppy girl stares up at me for a moment, and I have to fight back tears as I struggle to help. Her clothes are torn, and she looks bruised all over. It's not the most elegant display in the world, but after a few tries I manage to pick her up. 
I nearly slip as I take a few steps out into the rain, but I'm surprised by how light the puppy girl is. I'm able to push my way through the storm and back to my apartment building in decent time.
After a few clumsy attempts, I manage to get my door unlocked and carry her inside, using my foot to push the door shut behind us. I carefully rest her head against the back of the couch as I contemplate what I should do next.
I'm sure the poor thing must be starved, but after settling back in, I realize that I'm nearly freezing after being drenched from head to toe in the rain. I can only imagine how it must be for her after being left out in that for so long. The first thing I should do for now is get her warm.
I can start some bathwater and get some milk warmed up for her at the same time. I head to the kitchen to get the milk warming up first, then quickly make my way to the bathroom and run some warm bathwater.
Once I'm content with the temperature, I head back out to living room and begin to strip off the doggy girls soiled clothing.
I'm not sure if I'll be able to salvage these, I'll need to buy her some new clothes first thing tomorrow. I can ask around the pet shop and see if anyone's registered a missing pet while I'm there as well.
Once she's undressed, I gingerly pick the girl up and carry her to the bathroom. Her body is absolutely freezing to the touch. I sincerely hope I'm doing the right thing here as as I lower her into the tub.
She recoils at the sudden temperature shock, but doesn't otherwise say anything or react in any way.
I make sure she's positioned so she stays above the water as I head back into the kitchen, retrieving the warmed cup of milk and bringing it back to the bathroom.
"Hey, doggy.. here, drink this."
I bring the cup of milk to her mouth. She sniffs the bowl a few times, then opens her mouth and quietly drinks it down.
Some of it spills into the tub, but it seems she was able to get most of it down. I can sense a bit of warmth coming back to the girls cheeks as I lather some soap into a nearby washcloth and begin to run it along her shoulders, washing the mud and grime from her body as best I can.
As I rinse the suds away from her hair, I can finally see some life returning to the puppy girls eyes. She's still lingering in and out of consciousness, but that's expected from sheer exhaustion more than anything.
I let the water drain from the tub as I make one final pass with the shower head, grabbing a nearby towel and using it to pick the girl out of the tub, ensuring she doesn't fall over as I dry her off as much as I can.
I wasn't paying much attention earlier, considering the urgency of the situation, but now that things have settled down a bit, I can't help but blush a bit as I glance over the puppy girls body.
She's petite, her chest maybe a B-Cup at best, but I can't help but admire the girls plump bottom as I make a final pass with the towel.
She doesn't seem to really notice or mind, but I feel a bit conflicted about all of this. Am I really doing the right thing here? Should I have just taken her to a shelter instead? Would they even be open in this weather?
I don't know. I force my mind back to the task at hand, setting the girl down on the toilet for a moment as I run to the bedroom to retrieve a suitably doggy themed pair of pajamas for her to wear. Anthropoid animals generally require special clothing to compensate for their tails, but my old pajamas will have to do for now.
"Here.. can you lift your arms up for me?"
She stares at me for a moment. She looks confused. I guess the reality that she's in a strangers care right now has started to dawn on her, but she doesn't seem to protest much. Her arms lift up, and I'm able to slide the t-shirt over her with ease.
It's a bit big, but it'll have to do for now.
I help walk the girl into my bedroom, pick her up and gently and tuck her into a few blankets. Finally, I bring over one of my bear plushies for her to snuggle with and turn an electric heater on in her direction.
After a few minutes, the dog girl manages to drift off to sleep. It's past 3 AM now, and it looks like she should make a full recovery, I hope. I might be in over my head here. I can barely take care of myself. 
I guess we'll just have to wait and see what tomorrow brings.

Hello OmoOrg! I hope you all had an enjoyable New Year! Today I will highlight some recent changes to OmoOrg's gallery system.
 
Categorization changes
The biggest and most obvious change to the gallery system is we have done away with the old "Female/Male" centric categories.
Having tons of different sub-categories just for Male and Female content created a needless layer of complexity for our artists and gallery contributors. It also made accurately organizing content that featured both male and female participants impossible.
I have removed this system in favor of a simplified 4-category tag-based platform, which you can read about in more detail here:
 
Album prefixes
In place of the old category-based system, you can now instead identify predominantly Male/Female artwork albums via the gender prefix (the same prefix used for forum topics). In the future, you will be able to filter albums by male/female as well.

 
Navigational changes
Previously, whenever you clicked on an image inside a gallery album, it would open a lightbox to view the image.
This was incredibly annoying for albums containing comics and has been changed so it redirects you to the actual gallery image page instead, where you can freely use the arrow keys to navigate.
 
Image download button on gallery lightboxes
And lastly, a small addition: you can now download images directly from the lightbox (useful for images embedded into posts or other areas of the site).

I thought I’d just take 5 minutes to jot down possibly the most cliché thing that has ever happened to me…
On Thursday I headed to work holding an all-night full bladder which was absolutely bursting when I woke. Showering was difficult but somehow I managed to hold on, and the drive to work was insufferable, I vowed that I would pee as soon as I got into work but there was so much to do that I got distracted and although I was aware that my bladder was about to explode I managed to hold it through the morning.
I was upstairs in the stockroom at around 1pm when the urgency hit me with such force that I had to cross my legs tightly, I was mid stock take and fortunately alone so I held myself and pee danced while I completed the last page. As I was about to leave and head to the loo one of my team leaders came upstairs to ask me some questions, I needed a wee so badly that I could barely concentrate on a word she was saying and I had to squeeze everything so tightly that I thought I would rupture something.
I stood there trying desperately not to wet myself whilst also trying to wrap up the conversation quickly so that I could dash to the loo. My legs were crossed and I daren’t move for fear of a flood, it hurt so much that I really couldn’t think of anything other than how desperately I needed the loo. I think my team leader was mid-sentence when I blurted out “I’m sorry, I’m desperate for the loo, I’ve got to go”, I headed towards the stairs but knew I wouldn’t make it so quickly jumped in the goods lift and dragged the doors closed behind me… I pressed the button and held myself as a small squirt of pee escaped.
The lift had barely started to move when it jumped to a halt, this caused another slightly larger squirt. I was so desperate I knew I couldn’t hold it for much longer and cursed myself for not making time to relieve myself earlier! I stabbed at the buttons with my finger but nothing happened, I pee danced furiously, my judgement was clouded by my desperation and I spent a good 5 minutes just standing there trying not to wet myself before remembering that I needed to inform somebody that I was there.
I pressed the alarm button firmly whilst crossing my legs tighter and pressing my free hand into my crotch, after what seemed like an eternity my team leader came to the door and shouted down that she would get help. I hoped she would hurry as I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to hold back the flood, I was already dreading wetting myself and being forced to do the walk of shame in front of my rescuers! My only saving grace was that because it was a goods lift there were no cameras inside it so I was free to hold myself and pee dance as much as I needed.
I paced back and forth slowly in the small space, trying not to jolt my bladder too much but taking advantage of the fact that moving legs seemed to help. I managed to hold it pretty well like this for around 15 minutes, carefully and slowly pacing with every ounce of concentration trying to relax and not panic. After that though it suddenly became so painful that I could hardly walk, I was so utterly desperate for a wee I contemplated squatting in a corner and letting go, however with the industrial metal floor there was nothing so soak it up and I would have to face my rescuers knowing that the puddle on the floor came from my bladder… Far too embarrassing!
I knew I had no choice but to try my hardest to hold it and hope that I wouldn’t be stuck for too long. My manager had been along and reassured me that an engineer was on his way but that it could be up to 4 hours, I knew there was absolutely no way on earth I could hold it for anywhere near that long so hoped he would be quick. I unzipped my trousers and placed both hands into my crotch, carefully pressing a single finger onto my pee hole then using the pressure of both hands to press it firmly into place. It really hurt, so much so that it brought tears to my eyes but I blinked them back and gritted my teeth as the pain settled a little.
In that moment I’d have given anything to be able to relieve myself, my abdomen felt as though it was going to explode with the pressure and the pain low down was tremendous but I was absolutely determined not to wet myself. Another 30 minutes passed and the chance of me getting to a loo before the dam burst was becoming less and less likely, I had leaked a substantial amount and was back to trying to ‘walk it off’ but I was so desperate that I could hardly walk!
I shouted up to see if there was any update on an engineer and my team leader said she would go and find out, she had been charged with keeping me company but I wasn’t particularly fussed about company unless that company could get me out or provide me with a bucket or something to pee into! When she eventually returned she said that my manager was calling to get an update, she had come to the floor below me this time and we discovered we could speak using our normal voices rather than shouting.
“You ok?” she asked, “I’m literally bursting for a wee, I don’t think I can hold it for much longer” I replied, I no longer cared who knew it. “Didn’t you go earlier when you said you needed it?” she asked, “Erm, no, that was when I got stuck in the lift, it’s hurting it’s so bad now!” I said through my gritted teeth. “Oh my god I’m surprised you’ve not wet yourself!” she exclaimed, “I’m not far off!” I laughed weakly, trying to make light of the situation. She then launched into a tale of the time she had needed a wee the most “Once I was on my way to my Nan’s house on the train and I was desperate for a wee, then the train got stuck and had to stop because someone had jumped in front of a train further down the line so we were there for almost 3 hours before someone finally came and got us off the train and walked us to a coach to take us to the next station. I was absolutely beside myself. I was so desperate that I even considered just letting it go onto the seat, I was wearing a skirt so could have hiked it up and just peed, but I was embarrassed so I held it!”
Suddenly I was fascinated, “Wow, how on earth did you hold it for all that time?” I asked her, “It was okay at first I just needed it badly then it got worse and worse and worse until eventually it was all I could think about and then when they came to get us off the train and onto the coach I had to hold myself while I walked, climbing down the ladder onto the track was almost more than I could manage, I had to really squeeze hard to hold it in or I’d have peed on the guy at the bottom holding the ladder!” she answered, “Oh dear, how on earth did you manage to hold it until the next station on the coach?” I asked, flushing with excitement but trying to play it cool. “Well, walking wasn’t too bad, it seemed to help even though it hurt, but when I got on the coach I had to hold myself again and bounced around on the seat like crazy! There was several of us all in the same state though, there was one woman who peed as soon as we got off the train, she just stooped down where she was and peed, it went on forever she must have been absolutely desperate to resort to that, we were all standing there and she was just peeing in the middle of us all!” she then added “Sorry, it’s probably not helping talking about people weeing while you’re so desperate!”
“Actually it’s taking my mind off it a little for some reason” I answered, eager to continue the conversation I added “So how long had you been holding it, and why didn’t you go before you got on the train?” “Well, I’d been shopping in Birmingham before getting on the train and had drunk a large coffee and a bottle of water, oh and a large coke at McDonalds with my lunch, I realised I needed it while I was stood on the platform but it was a long way to go all the way back up to the station and I didn’t want to miss my train, plus my Nan only lives a few minutes from the train station so I thought I’d be able to go in half an hour or so when I got off the train, little did I know there would be such a delay!” she answered, I could barely move again now from the pressure and pain in my bladder, I was standing with my legs crossed and my hands in my crotch and genuinely thought I was about to lose it.
“It was the worst I’ve ever needed a wee, it hurt so badly that I would have done anything to be able to go! I was looking for a cup or anything that I could just let a bit out into, I even got up and walked to see if there was an empty carriage so I could hide behind a seat and go but there were people in all of them” she said, “I’m surprised you didn’t end up wetting yourself!” I exclaimed, afraid that I was about to do exactly that. “No, I was determined I wasn’t going to do that, I surprised myself with how long I could hold it actually, after an hour I thought I couldn’t hold it any longer but it was more than 4 hours by the time I got to the loo at the next station” she said, sounding proud. “Wow that’s a long time to hold it, I’m not surprised it hurt, I bet you ran to the loo when you got to the station didn’t you?” I enquired, I was squeezing everything but still trickling now, standing with my legs crossed trying to concentrate on my questions and remain part of the conversation despite my bladder beginning to fail in the most painful of ways.
“Well to be honest by the time I got off the train I could hardly walk, my bladder hurt so much and was so hard that when I walked it felt as though it was bouncing and it really hurt and I felt as though if I opened my legs too far I would wee myself! So I had to walk slowly and really squeeze hard, I pretty much waddled to the loo and there was only one cubicle with several people waiting, I literally didn’t think I could hold it any longer and was trying not to hold myself as people were looking so I just stood with my legs crossed so tightly and everything tensed and held on for dear life until it was my turn, I have to admit I had started to pee a little by the time I got to the front of the queue and by the time it was my turn my knickers were damp and my tights had wet streaks down them! It was the best wee EVER!” she proclaimed.
I had fallen silent in desperation, I had to go SO badly that I couldn’t even form a sentence, it hurt like nothing on earth and I was barely holding it despite the squeezing and pressing of my fingers deeply into my pee hole. “Are you okay in there boss?” the team leader asked, “Mmm hmmm!” I replied through gritted teeth, I threw my head back and bit my lip as the pain reached unbearable levels. “I bet you’re about to burst aren’t you? You’ve been in there for two hours!” she said, I hadn’t realised it had been that long, no wonder it was so agonisingly painful, I had been bursting at the seams when I entered the lift! “I’m going to wet myself, is the engineer here yet?” I asked frantically as pee rushed out of my pee hole past my fingers and soaked my crotch leaving a wet patch that ran down my thigh. I tried to hold it but it was just becoming so urgent that I was having real trouble.
“You can hold it, remember me on the train? I thought I was going to wet myself but held it for hours, it hurts but you can hold it!” she replied, “I thought I was going to wet myself when I was talking to you earlier, now it’s actually happening! I really can’t hold it it’s starting to come! PLEASE find someone who can let me out, can you pull the doors open?? Even if you just pass something in like a bucket or something?” I pleaded. I could hear her tugging at the doors and I could hear the outer one open, “Can you open the door? I can see the bottom of the lift!” she said, I had to really hold myself as I pulled open the door, there was a gap at the bottom but it was only about an inch wide, it was no good, she couldn’t pass in a bucket or anything that would help. I thought I was going to cry, I was literally about to burst, my bladder hurt so much and was cramping so badly that I knew I would completely lose it any second.
“Ooh, I know!” she said and I heard her rush off, I was really leaking when she came back but was valiantly trying to hold back the full flood, my trousers were becoming more and more damp though and their pale grey colour was really showing the streaks! I was panicking which didn’t help, “Here! It has no holes as it has to keep the air in, it can be our secret I won’t tell anyone!” she said as she pushed a plastic vacuum storage bag through the tiny gap, “Go into this and pass it back through to me and I will throw it away, I’ll make sure nobody comes while you do it!” she said.
I have never been so grateful in my whole life; I rolled down the top of the huge Ziploc back and made a sort of bucket shape out of the thick plastic. It felt weird pulling down my trousers and knickers but I was so utterly bursting that I soon got over it in favour of relief, I squatted down over the rolled up bag and before I had time to think about it I was letting rip the strongest, fastest wee I have ever known, it could clearly be heard hitting the plastic and it hurt a little to finally be relaxing my sore muscles. It felt hot coming out and I couldn’t stop shaking as I finally felt my poor bladder empty… “Blimey, are you ever going to stop? Do you need another bag?” I heard my team leader just outside the door laughing.
I felt so embarrassed that I stopped peeing almost instantly and just couldn’t start again, I still needed it quite badly but at least I felt a lot better than I had moments before. I lingered over the bag for a while desperately starting to restart the stream to feel the relief of a full bladder but the embarrassment of the situation had overcome the desperation so I knew it was a lost cause. I stood up and sighed with relief before carefully lifting the bag up and meticulously sealed the top of the bag to ensure than none could escape as I squeezed it out of the gap for my ever loyal team leader to dispose of! As I passed it out of the gap I thanked her for her innovation, she had saved me a major embarrassment, particularly since it was another 2 hours before the engineer arrived and another 30 minutes before he managed to free me, by this time my trousers had dried but I was absolutely bursting for a wee again and couldn’t wait to go and sit on a lovely cool toilet and enjoy complete relief!
My team leader hasn’t stopped talking about it every time we’re alone now, and keeps telling me every time she’s desperate for a wee! I may have started something! x