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The D&D-inspired second side to my Seoli character's stories. The Side A modern day stories can be found here PART 1: Wet Waiting Waitress It was a busy afternoon at the Kitsune Tale. Every seat in the humble tavern was taken, nearly half the town was there, and a cacophony of chattering and mugs being slammed on tables filled the air. A group of adventurers had recently come to town and today they had slain a troublesome troll that had been assailing defenseless merchants on the road. With their reward money, the group had offered drinks to the entire town. Leaning against the bar was a pink-haired fox-like girl watching the commotion in annoyance. She would not be partaking in the revelry. Her beige uniform dress and apron marked her as a waitress; her job was to get these drunken fools their booze. The girl impatiently drummed her fingers across the surface of the bar and whipped her fluffy fox-like tail back and forth. Ordinarily, she would be glad to serve these rabble-rousers their ale and wine, but she had been on the clock for nearly eight hours already and the crowd was still showing no signs of thinning. Eight hours of standing and walking, carrying steins of alcohol to and from tables, and all without a break. Listening to every dumb joke and story slurred out of the drunkards’ mouths, having to deal with drunken flirting, and she swore one of the halflings had tried to get a peek up her skirt. “Oi! ‘Scuse me, miss!” a gruff voice called from back of the room, “Can we get another round o’ ale?” The girl followed the voice to a black-bearded dwarf raising his empty mug into the air. Sighing and nodding to the man, she spun around the bar counter and began filling pristine mugs with golden ale from one of the many aged barrels lining the back of the bar. The girl winced at the sight, her tail bristling slightly. Eight hours of no breaks. Her legs were aching, her ears were ringing, and most importantly, her bladder was throbbing. She carried the tankards to the far table, trying her hardest to not let her need show. The girl noticed the dwarf was dressed in casual town clothing; he was one of the town’s blacksmiths. The dwarf raised his arms in celebration as she approached. “Aaaaye! Thanks a lot there, miss… er, what was yer name again?” “Seoli,” the girl responded, forcing a smile. Setting the mugs down on the table, she crossed her arms and shifted her weight. “Right, right, I r’member now. Thanks a ton, miss Seoli.” Seoli silently nodded and returned to her leaning position on the bar. Gazing out into the masses, she noticed one table’s members… drunkenly singing, and dancing as much as they could in their seats, raising their glasses into the air and waving them rhythmically. The motion caused beer to spill slightly from the lip of the glasses, the golden liquid spattering onto the table and floor. Seoli hissed to herself as she hobbled behind the bar once more. It would obscure her lower body as she crossed her legs, bouncing her heel impatiently. She gritted her teeth and hoped no one else would order more drinks for a while. She grasped the front of her skirt and rubbed her legs against one another. “Seoli!” she heard a feminine voice behind her. Startled, Seoli turned around and found herself face-to-face with an older white-haired woman – a kitsune like herself. Her mother, Taepung. She was carrying a stack of freshly-washed ale mugs. “Yes, mother?” Seoli tried to speak sweetly, but her voice wavered. “I need to put these mugs back, stand aside a moment.” Seoli took a step back. As her mother reached up to restock the mug cupboard, Seoli stammered, “M-mother. Would you mind if I, er, took a small break?” She gave a nervous smile. Taepung gave an exasperated sigh, “I would love to, but we’re understaffed still. Your sister’s not back from her guard shift yet.” “B-but mother, you don’t understand. I-I have an… um… need of the privy,” Seoli flashed a desperate smile as she fidgeted a bit in discomfort and pressed her hands into her groin. Taepung placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder with a look of sympathy on her face, “I’m sorry, Seoli. Until your sister gets back, you’re going to have to hold it.” “B-but what if I can’t?!” Seoli cried as a slight feeling of dread overcame her. “You’re an adult now, Seoli,” her mother teased, patting her on the head and rustling her hair, “I have complete confidence in your abilities.” Seoli gritted her teeth and narrowed her eyes as Taepung swiftly entered the kitchen. ‘I wish my bladder was as strong as you think it is, mother...’ Her sister, Iseul, worked as a guard of the city, though Seoli believed she was using that as an excuse to not have to do any actual work. Especially since it always seemed like she took her sweet time returning home after her shift. Regardless of her feelings of the situation, she could not disobey her mother. Taepung was quite strict regarding discipline, and as a former adventurer herself, had quite the intimidating aura she’d use to keep Iseul and herself in-line. Thus, she would just have to grin and bear it. Another uncomfortable hour of work passed, with patrons neither leaving, nor her sister’s return. Seoli found herself behind the bar once more, crossing her legs and cupping her stomach with her hand while she tried with great difficulty to mask her increasingly urgent need. She couldn’t help but give a half-whimper, half-groan. Thankfully, Iseul entered the tavern in short order. ‘Finally.’ “Hey, sis! You’re finally back!” Seoli feigned joy through her teeth. She walked up to the her maroon-haired sister, still clad in her guard armor and attire, and hastily shoved a serving tray into her hands, “Nowthatyou’rebackI’mgonnatakeabreakyoucanhandlethisforabitright? THANKS!” “Hey, wait a minute!” Seoli heard her sister call out, but she ignored it as she scurried off to the inn’s restroom, weaving between tables and patrons as she did so. A wall obscured the entrance to the privy, and the moment it was between Seoli and the rest of the inn, she shoved her hands tightly into her skirt and rapidly shifted her weight, bouncing slightly as she did so. She normally wouldn’t act so childishly (in public, at least), but her overfull bladder demanded her full attention. To her dismay, she found a line outside of the privy. In truth, not too long of a line, but Seoli’s waters yearned for sweet release immediately. As she entered the line, she saw the person ahead of her, a rather muscular orc woman, turn to look at her for a moment before returning her gaze toward the door. Seoli whimpered, squeaked, hissed, and moaned all throughout the agonizing few minutes in line as she struggled to keep her garments dry. “Ey, kid,” the orc called out to her, “yer not lookin’ too good there. Y’wanna cut ahead o’ me?” Seoli couldn’t vocalize an answer, instead nodding vigorously to the woman and sniffling. She slowly shuffled to take the woman’s place at the front of the line. The thought of relief being just a few steps away.. Drip. She tensed up as she felt a bit of liquid escape her bladder, an unpleasant feeling of warm wetness in her undergarments. Seoli clench her muscles in a desperate attempt to stop the flow. Though successful, she could feel her entire body shaking from the effort of holding back the flood contained within her belly. Click. Seoli heard the sound of the doorknob being turned, the wooden door itself creaking open and the footsteps of the previous occupant growing quieter as they walked away. She took a couple of agonizing steps forward, her overfull bladder sloshing with each footfall. Lifting her head to better see where she was walking, Seoli was in the doorway when she caught sight of the magicked not-chamberpot that had been installed in the inn’s privy. A ‘toilet’, her parents had called it. But now was not the time to contemplate naming conventions. Drip. Drip. Seoli gasped as a couple more spurts of liquid splashed into her underwear. She attempted to quicken her pace, but found herself unable to move. If she were to take another step, she would definitely have an accident. ‘It’s right there, Seoli, come on!’ she internally screamed at herself, ‘you’re an adult now! You can’t wet yourself like a kit!’ Gritting her teeth, Seoli tried to gather the strength to take another step forward. She felt her leg move. Yes, come on... Almost there... But instead of taking a step forward, she felt her leg weaken. Trembling as she attempted to force it forward. Instead, Seoli fell to her knees in the doorway, with a half scream-half groan exiting her lips. “Uh, ye okay there, kid?” she could just barely hear the orc woman ask. But again, Seoli could not respond, instead emitting a short, high-pitched whine. Drip. Drip. Drip. A few more drops of liquid stained her undergarments. They would not be the last. With the toilet in view, Seoli’s bladder could wait no longer. The droplets turned into a trickle, which in turn became a stream. She could only hang her head in shame as the sound of urine splashing on a wooden floor grew louder and louder. Her waitress skirt managed to hide the puddle from view for a few moments before it grew large enough to spread out from under it, soaking the hem in the process. It felt like an eternity before the flow stemmed, the liquid on the floor coming to a still. Tears welled up in her eyes, cascading down her face and dripping into the puddle she’d just created. Her fox-like ears flattened against her head as she buried her face in her hands. A sniffling gasp, followed by faint weeping. Between the ecstasy of unleashing a full bladder and the shame of having done so into her clothes – just outside the privy no less – the overwhelming emotion caused her to pass out.

This will be quite a different arrangement of stories. I couldn't decide whether I wanted to write these characters in a modern-ish fantasy setting, or in a D&D-esque medieval fantasy setting. So I decided to do both. This topic will contain the stories I've written about my character Seoli in a modern-fantasy setting. When I get around to posting the other story, it will be in a different topic labeled "SIDE B", which I will link here. The Side B D&D-ish medieval fantasy stories can be found here. PART 1: Bingewatching It had been several hours since Seoli had sat down to watch that show that morning. Binge-watch, in fact. For the past six hours, she had been lying on her bed, belly-down and casting a glassy gaze at her computer screen in the dark, and lazily wagging her fox-like tail back and forth. The entire first season of this magical girl anime had finished, its credits scrolling by. Snapping out of her trance and shaking her head, Seoli rolled over onto her back and rubbed her icy blue eyes. Yawning, she swung her legs over the side of her bed. She was intending to switch over to the next season, but she felt a pressure in her stomach. “Auuugh, not now, it was getting good!” Seoli grumbled to herself, “I didn’t have that much to drink...” Dropping down onto the floor, she heard and felt the crinkling of an aluminum can being crushed underfoot. Peering downward, she found her purple-socked foot stepping upon one of five tall, empty cans of an energy drink she had carelessly tossed aside earlier. “Oh… I guess I did,” she sheepishly muttered to herself. Straightening her blue knee-length skirt, she stepped to the door to her room. Turning the knob, she was bombarded with midday sunlight from the window in the hall. Seoli groaned and shielded her eyes with her arm. Stumbling to the bathroom, she found the entrance closed. She attempted to turn the handle, but felt the rattle of the lock in place. Sighing, Seoli knocked on the door. “Busy in here,” said a tough voice from inside. It was her sister, Iseul. “Iseul, you almost done in there? I really gotta go,” Seoli explained. “Just got in here, nerd. Give me like ten minutes.” “Fiiine,” Seoli whined, biting her lip. She made her way to the living room, forcefully sitting down on the sofa and crossing her ankles. The rest of the house was quiet. ‘Dad’s probably still at work, and mom is probably in the backyard’, she thought. Ten agonizingly boring minutes passed as she kept her gaze focused upon the hallway. No sign of Iseul coming out yet. Nonetheless, she stood back on her feet and walked back to the bathroom door. Still shut. “Are you done in there yet?” Seoli inquired. “Not yet,” Iseul answered. Seoli loudly groaned in frustration as she made her way back to the living room and began to play the waiting game once more. Ten more minutes passed, and nothing. Seoli placed a hand between her legs, pressing into her skirt. Another ten, and still no open bathroom. And so on until nearly an hour had passed since Seoli began her venture out of her room. Her bladder was getting painful to hold and she tightly pressed her knees together. Desperate and angry, she hobbled out to the backyard, where her mother was tending to a flower garden. A sun hat covered her mother’s fox-like ears, but her long, straight, white hair spilled out the back. Her blue shirt and slacks were shielded by a thick apron. Seoli called out, “moooom!” “Yes, dear?” she replied. “Iseul’s been in the bathroom for, like, an hour,” Seoli complained, “I really, really need to go, and she won’t get out.” Standing up, Seoli’s mother removed her gardening gloves and dropped them into the flower bed. “I’ll see what I can do.” “Please hurry,” Seoli whimpered and fidgeted. Her mother marched her way inside and towards the bathroom. Seoli followed slowly, both hands pressed firmly between her legs. Banging firmly on the door, “Iseul,” she yelled, “are you almost done in there? Your sister needs to use the bathroom.” “Just a minute, mom!” the voice called back. Seoli bounced uncomfortably in place for less than a minute before darting off back to her room and slamming the door shut behind her. Rushing over to her bed, she knelt down beside it, hastily rummaging through the contents beneath with a single hand. “Come on, where is it?” she squeaked, desperately groping around the darkness. Her hand came across a plastic wrapping. Grabbing onto it with vice-like grip, she yanked out a pastel-colored package. A pack of toilet-training undergarments, patterned with pink stars. A remnant of a bedwetting problem a couple years back. She’d kept the panties ‘for emergencies’, and boy was this ever one. Ripping a pair of the underwear from the pack, Seoli practically tore her modest purple undies off, kicking them onto her bed, and just as quickly hoisting the protective garments up. Just as the underwear was secure around her waist, she could hold on no longer. Her bladder gave out, her warm waters forcing its way out of her body and into the absorbent padding. Seoli let out a shuddering sigh as relief filled her being. Her knees trembled as she slowly removed her hands from her groin. Tears rolled down her face, half from the sheer ecstasy from finally letting go, half of embarrassment from having technically peed herself. A few minutes passed before the flow finally subsided. There was a knock at her bedroom door. “Seoli, honey, are you alright in there?” the voice of her mother rang from the other side, “Do… Do you need help, um, ‘cleaning up’?” After a long silence, Seoli responded, “I’m… fine.” She flopped back-first onto her bed and slunk her way below the covers. The warm padding was pressing itself against her, but she didn’t care. Seoli just wanted to go to sleep and forget all about this embarrassing situation.

Hey guys and gals. This one has been stewing a while, but I just now got something typed down. Hope y’all have good days ahead of you! Chapter 1: introduction Lola was a golden retriever. She had some Labrador in her that made her especially cute and curvaceous, but also quite tall. Her daytime job was at the Marindale Fitness Club. On Monday through Friday, her duties varied as needed. On Saturday, however, she had one special job. Being a canine, she could smell very well, and being beautiful, she could confront very well. The Marindale was open to members’ children on Saturdays, but with one strict rule: no urinating in the pool. Adults of course weren’t allowed to urinate either, but if hypochlorous acid showed up on the weekdays, adults were easier to monitor patterns with, and slightly less likely to break the rule. Thus, it was Lola’s special job on Saturdays to be in the pool at all times, and watch for the smell. If she noticed it, she tracked it down to the source. Usually, if the child confessed, she escorted them out quietly and they could get back in next Saturday, or sometimes after a time penalty if they were of younger ages. But Lola did have a soft place. If even the oldest child said at any time, “I know it’s bad, I just really like peeing in the pool: It feels so good,” Lola almost always considered reducing the penalty. She’d give them an extra long talk on why not to pee, however. But the mercy given to, or rather sympathy with the outspoken was undeniable. This was not so much because Lola liked peeing in the pool, but rather because she could almost pee the entire pool into existence. Her body could bend the laws of thermodynamics in a much more extreme way, and more queer way, than any flying saucer toy could ever dream. She could wee for over an hour without too much difficulty in holding it, which took the better part of a day. She’d gradually come to realize how rare and bizzare this characteristic seemed to others, which was somewhat disappointing. It felt more disappointing to her than almost anything to have to stop midway while emptying her monstrous bladder, but it was often something she had to do. Thus, being held back from a blissful piss was, however much a part of reality, an inconvenience she greatly sympathized with whenever it came up. Having to hold one’s pee when there was literally water all around one was nearly as disappointing to a little kid in her opinion. Also, nobody could deny that being in warm water was more comfortable than cold. … “But, there are the rules, and the acid hurt people’s eyes. Plus, lots of people don’t want to swim in somebody else’s pee, you know.” “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry,” the little otter said mournfully. “Good. Are you going to use the rest room next time?” “Yes.” “Then after ten minutes, you can get back in the pool again.” “Okay,” the otter accepted, and Lola gave her a reassuring hug. After all, a change of heart was the goal. Lola brought the little girl to a place to wait, and set her swimmer’s watch for 10 minutes. As she returned to duty, however, her own bladder tickled her noticeably for a few minutes. That mention of peeing feeling so good… Thankfully, she suppressed the urge, and was able to finish shift.

If you like Omorashi computer games, then you ought to know about NoMaKo by now. The list of tags on this thread reflects the kinds of experiences in the game, such as onlookers commenting when a girl has had an accident. This newest update to the game is currently in a sort of early access build which frankly crashes rather frequently at the moment, but I figured fans might love the new features available more than they hate the glitches. There are now companions making a fourth girl, better wetting animations on the main map, extra side quests with unique scenes (I recommend making separate saves next to each) and the passive-effect 'Sprites' have also been improved. I'd recommend the following Twitter links if you're interested. Also feedback will help improve the game:

This story follows Maggie, a 19 year old girl from the forgotten continent where the beast people live. Generations ago, her family were beastmen with features resembling German Shepherds. Now, they're humans with a few small extra features and abilities. She'd recently decided to move to the western world, where things were more human. With the large disconnect between the two sides of the world, neither one had accurate information on the other. Both sides were in for a blessing in disguise! What Maggie didn't know was that, when coming to the Western world, you need ID and relatives to prove that you are who you say you are. Unfortunately, since she'd hidden in some crates on a trade ship, she not only didn't have any ID (that wasn't a thing where she comes from), but she had no idea about how immigration works. When she arrived with no ID and no relatives in the western world, she was given to a local homeless shelter for temporary refuge until they figure out who she is. This first part is mostly used for world building and the omo will not be until the second part. Story begins here A large, stained wood table was being set for many people to have breakfast together. Wearing light blue outfits, staff members brought out the last of the silverware before the dietary staff opened the doors to the well decorated dining room. People of all ages spilled in, splitting into groups of friends and taking their seats. At one end of the table, an interesting conversation could be heard. Kelly, a 22 year old homeless girl who'd taken refuge in the local homeless housing program got comfy in her chair. Her brown hair suited her curvy figure well now that it was all cleaned up and properly straightened. Filled with excitement, her large brown eyes shifted to her friend Alissa. "I can't wait to meet the new girl! Nobody's actually seen her yet, but she's already the talk of the city!" Next to Kelly, a skinny 21 year old girl draped her black hair over the back of the chair before settling her hazel eyes on her friend. "I know! I hear she's from the forgotten continent! I've always wondered what it's like over there. Bet it's exciting! Like the forgotten lands in fairy tales!" "Wouldn't that be something!" Said Kelly, eyes full of excitement and curiosity! "I've only heard tales of the people over there, but I hear they come from a very different way of life. Every now and then, little clips of videos pop up online before they get taken down again. I hear the people over there are much stronger than most of us over here!" Answered Alissa, her eyes brimming with excitement and wonder! "I've seen a couple videos and heard some rumors. I can't say for sure, but I hear there's no technology or money over there. Just a bunch of people and their settlements in the forests. There's a couple blurry pictures of these huge networks of walkways up in the trees going for miles in every direction! What I wouldn't give to visit a place like that!" Replied Kelly, her excitement getting the better of her and raising her voice a bit. "No money? Then they don't get paid? How do they earn a living?" Asked Alissa, her tone shifting to be a bite more curious than excited. "I don't know. It could be that they just don't see the need for it, since they don't have the need to buy or sell anything. Legend has it that the entire continent is actually one big community, thousands of miles wide! Maybe they treat each other like family, just helping out instead of asking for money." Said Kelly, quieting her voice after getting a couple looks from nearby people trying to have their own conversations. "Wouldn't that be amazing?! One big happy family, the size of-" Alissa stopped talking as silence fell over the dining room. At the doors to the hallway stood a tall 19 year old girl wearing a light blue hoodie with the hood pulled up and the strings pulled tight around the edges of her face. Her dark blue frilly scarf was wrapped loosely around her neck, the ends hanging down from her left shoulder and dangling at her waist. Her black sweatpants were rather baggy, giving nobody any idea of what her actual figure was. Her look was completed by a set of pink, fluffy slippers. The girl just stood there as her nose slightly twitched and her vibrant orange eyes scanned the room. It was obvious that she was incredibly nervous. "It's okay, Maggie. This is the dining room. Breakfast will be out soon. Why don't you have a seat?" Said one of the staff members, showing a lot of patience and care with the new girl. After looking around for a moment, Maggie started walking towards a set of 3 open seats before hopping over the back of the middle chair and landing perfectly centered in her seat. Why is everyone staring at me like this? She lowered her head and tightened her hood a little more. A tall, muscular man across the table noticed the new girl's behavior and looked away to give her some space. He attempted to resume his conversation with his friends sat beside him, but didn't have any luck. Everyone was fixated on the new girl and and an eerie silence filled the room. "Are you okay?" Asked Alissa, a tone of genuine concern in her voice. Maggie lifted her head slightly and looked over to see who was talking to her. She simply put her head back down after looking over to find Alissa looking right at her. This isn't what I expected. Thought Kelly. Alissa extended a friendly hand towards the new girl and spoke up. "My name's Alissa. What's your name?" While Maggie was feeling rather overwhelmed, she couldn't help but notice the scents of kindness and compassion coming from the girls beside her. She lifted her head and spoke quietly. "M.... Maggie." "It's nice to meet you Maggie! Did you sleep well?" Asked Alissa, ecstatic to get an immediate response from this very reserved girl! Maggie spoke softly, still not ready to have a full conversation just yet. "I didn't sleep at all. There is just too much going on all at once and I just feel trapped." Alissa took a moment before coming up with an answer. "What's bothering you? It's okay. I'll be your friend, you can talk to me about anything." Maggie also paused for a moment before finally deciding she should talk about it. Sitting here with her head down wasn't getting her anywhere anyway. "It... It is all just too much. There are machines all over the place, whatever this electricity stuff is, the humming is driving me crazy... And then everyone wears this scented stuff which makes it hard to get a feel for their smell, and everyone keeps staring at me." Naturally, the silence in the room meant that everyone heard at least some of what Maggie just said. Across the table, the large man stood up with a rather serious look on his face. He only had one thing to say. "Everyone stop staring. You're overwhelming the poor girl. Just give her some space, jeez." People looked at each other before a few of them apologized and went back to doing their own things. A few apologies came Maggie's way as well, which were taken with gratitude. Funny how one man who she never met could improve her mood so drastically just by standing up for her. For the first time since entering the dining room, Maggie lifted her head. She gave a ginormous smile, giving her new friends their first look at her puppydog face! "T-thank you for doing that for me." "It's no problem at all. People should be more considerate." Said the man as he sat back down. Just then, a set of large doors opened at the rear of the dining room and the staff started handing out everyone's breakfast. Everyone got exactly what they wanted, except for Maggie. Her late arrival the previous night and refusal to talk to anyone meant that nobody was able to ask her what she wanted to eat. When Alissa and Kelly both got exactly what they wanted, Maggie was served pancakes, coffee, and some mixed fruit. Maggie took a sec to absorb the smells of everyone's food. It was all so different from what she was used to. She saw everyone lifting the lids off their food and she did the same. On her plate, she saw what looked like circular bread and some little plastic cups off to the side. Syrup, I wonder what that means... Thought Maggie, extending a nail and poking a hole in the small plastic cup. Thick liquid came out. She pulled it closer to her face, getting a good sniff of it. Smelled like chemicals and sugar. She decided to put it back down. Next, she picked up one of the pancakes on her plate. A thin, round, floppy piece of cake. "Why would they give me cake and, whatever this is?" She quietly said to herself... Seeing everyone else drinking their coffee, she pulled the lid off of her mug and was hit with a rather strong smell that made her face shrink. She quickly put the lid back on and set the mug back down. She began to eat the fruit, one piece at a time, as she tried to guess what each piece was. She'd never tasted any of it before, and it seemed like the liquid in the bottom of the bowl had a bunch of chemicals or something in it, so she would hold each piece in the air and let the liquid drip off of it before eating it. "Do you not like your breakfast?" Asked one of the staff members. "Breakfast?" Asked a confused Maggie. "Your food." Said the staff member. "I do not know what it is. Is this just bread and sugar? And what is this black water? It smells awful." Said a rather disappointed Maggie. She couldn't help but repeatedly notice that everyone else seemed to be enjoying their food. "Those are pancakes. They're sweet, why don't you put the syrup on it and try it?" It was at this point that the staff member couldn't help but notice just how strange this new girl was... Maggie wasn't sure whether she was having a conversation about the food or just complaining, but either way, there was no way she could eat whatever was put in front of her. "Because it smells like chemicals. And it is liquid... Would it not just make the pancakes soggy?" "That's the point. You let it soak in for a sec, then you cut off a piece of the pancakes and eat them one piece at a time." "No thank you. I could never bring myself to eat just cake and sugar and chemicals. And what is this black water?" "You mean the coffee? It's made from coffee beans. If it's too bitter, why don't you try adding some cream and sugar?" "I have not even tried it, it just smells awful. Do you have any rasheon juice?" "Uh no... We have orange juice, apple juice, cranberry juice, grape juice, and pineapple juice." Maggie simply pushed her food away and tilted her head back down... Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as she quietly answered "I do not know what any of those are. What should I say?" "They're juice, made from fruit. Would you like to try some?" Maggie began to sob as she realized that she couldn't answer any of this kind lady's questions properly. She barely spoke as her tears began to roll down her face and land on her scarf. "I get that, but I have never heard of those fruits before..." One more time, the man across the table spoke up to try and lift the poor girl's mood. He smiled as he spoke in a warm and friendly tone. "Why don't you try some orange juice? Everyone seems to like it." "S-sure... And do you have anything that's not just bread and sugar?" Asked Maggie, trying her best to slow the flow of tears... "We have eggs, vegetable omelets, bacon, sausage, and breakfast potatoes with onions and red peppers. Would you like to try any of those?" "Can I please just try some orange juice for now?" Asked Maggy, just trying to finish the conversation so the kind lady would leave her alone. "Sure. Are you sure that's all you want? Don't you want any meat or potatoes?" Finally, something Maggie understood. She wiped her tears away and looked at the kind lady beside her. "What kind of meats do you have?" "We have bacon and sausage." Confused, Maggie had a very strange question for the lady. "What kind of animal do those come from?" "Pigs." "Do you not have any skebbal?" "No, we don't." Maggie was trying to find any answer at all, which is when her brand new friend chimed in. Alissa held up a piece of bacon off of her plate. "Maggie. This is bacon. Why don't you try it? It's delicious." "S-sure." Said Maggie, finally clearing the tears from her eyes. "Orange juice and bacon it is. Do you want me to take your plate?" Said the kind lady. "Can I just keep the fruit?" "Of course! I'll be back in just a minute." Said the kind lady as she picked everything up except for Maggie's fruit, napkin, and fork. Alissa gave Maggie a concerned look and reached out to hold her hand. Naturally, Maggie took her hand and tried her best to force a smile. Alissa smiled back and tried to comfort Maggie. "Seems like things over here are pretty different than what you're used to, aren't they?" Maggie tried her best to keep this more pleasant conversation going. Maybe this was the break she needed to calm down a bit. "Yes, it is very different. I am used to just stepping out of my bed and grabbing a bunch of whatever was on my favorite tree. I like rasheon trees. They make a black fruit the size of my head that is covered in thick needles. If you break the needles open, a sour juice drains out. It's the best!" A sense of amazement and wonder came over Alissa as her eyes lit up! "You guys have trees that grow inside?" "No, we do not build structures to contain us. This whole inside thing is all new to me. What I mean is I sleep next to my favorite tree. Everyone has their favorite, and we make our beds out of the strands that grow along the sides of the trees. A lot of people like loracia fruits, and some of those trees have 20 or 30 beds made into them because everyone wants to wake up and immediately have some loricia fruit. I personally do not really like it, it is too sweet." "So what do you do when it storms?" "We stretch out big sheets across the top of the trees and gather rain water for everyone to drink, and then we store the rest." "That's different. Over here, we have facilities that draw in water from rivers and lakes, and then they filter it and that gets delivered to our homes." "I have heard of this. It is definitely something the village elder had considered, but the treatment plant would take up so much space, and we would have to make power for it, and then nobody would want to live near it." "Why would you not want to live near it?" "Because this electricity stuff buzzes constantly and it is not consistent. I could get used to it if it was just one sound. But things like phone chargers have a high pitched ring to them, and the lights buzz, and equipment hums, it is all just a bit much." "I've never met anyone who can hear electricity! Do you have some kind of super ears or something?" "I can tell you later, when we are alone. I would rather not lower my hood while everyone is watching." Alissa agreed to this while she continued to imagine what it was that Maggie was hiding under her hood. A set of footsteps came from behind Maggie and she was brought a new plate. "Your orange juice and bacon. Let me know if you like it." Said the kind lady who had taken her plate a few moments prior. "Thank you." Said Maggie, as she took the lid off of her bacon. It was still sizzling! "Lucky you! They made that fresh just for you!" Exclaimed Alissa! "I do apologize for the wait, I wanted to make sure you got something you would be okay with." Said the kind lady. Maggie picked up a piece of bacon with her bare hands, surprising everyone when it didn't burn her. She gave it a quick sniff and bit off a small piece. It was delicious! "It is really good! What kind of animal did you say this comes from?" "It comes from pigs." "Those pink fat little guys with the big noses?" "Yep! And what do you think of the orange juice?" Maggie again took a sniff of the orange colored liquid in her glass and tried a sip of it. Alissa could've sworn she saw Maggie's hood move when she tasted the orange juice! Was she hiding some kind of gigantic elephant ears under there? Finally, Maggie had some pep back in her voice! "This is pretty good. Thank you for helping me out with this, I really appreciate it" The kind lady simply smiled. "It's nothing, really. I'm just glad you like it. Please enjoy!" And with that, she disappeared into the kitchen. Naturally, Maggie made very quick work of her bacon and orange juice. She hadn't eaten in 14 hours, and it was just so delicious! Alissa couldn't help but notice another thing about the beautiful girl sitting next to her, and she just had to ask. "Does everyone where you come from have such large teeth?" Maggie gave Alissa a confused look. "I do not have big teeth. Neighbor Bella, she has big teeth. She can rip spolers right apart without any knives or spears or anything. She just pulls it off of the roasting rods above the fire and rips right into it." Alissa's eyes once again lit up with amazement and curiosity! "What's a spoler? Is it an animal?" "A spoler is a medium sized animal with short legs and large, sharp hooves. Their thick hair makes it hard to find where the shoulders are, so it can be hard to get a good solid hit by throwing a spear from a distance. Most of us prefer to try to knock them over with the back of our spears. All you have to do is stay out of the way of its attacks and it is pretty easy to take one down. "Do they have big teeth and claws?" "A spoler has large fangs growing both up and down that stick out of its mouth, and it has a sharp horn on the front of its face and two more where the ears would normally be. Its ears are pushed down almost to its neck. It has a long, muscular tail with a weighted tip that it swings around. Spolers are very strong, but also very slow. If you can manage to knock one over, it is pretty easy to get a good hit behind its shoulders. Everyone agrees that they are best when roasted slowly over a smoldering fire. The meat is flavorful and juicy, it almost just melts in your mouth!" "Is it like a hog, or a wild pig?" "I mean, I have only seen a few pigs and I am not sure if they were adults or not. They came up about 2/3 of the way up my legs. A full grown spoler is about 1 foot taller than mem so they are definitely larger than any pigs that I have seen." Alissa continued to grow more and more curious! She was putting a fantasy world together in her head as she pictured everything Maggie told her... But she was left with a seemingly impossible question... "If a spoler is bigger than you are, then how can your neighbor just pick it up by herself?" "Neighbor Bella is a red bear. She is about 4 feet taller than me, and her strength is really something else. Only the village elder, one of very few great black elks, can compare to her strength." "Are all of your neighbors animals?" Asked Alissa. Maggie stopped herself from saying something out loud and motioned for Alissa to lean over so Maggie could whisper. "I will tell you later." And with that, the 9:00 bell rang and everyone got up and went their separate ways. Only 3 people stayed behind. Alissa and Kelly remained seated as Maggie finished off the last few crumbs of her bacon, then they asked if Maggie would like to join them in their room. They'd have privacy there to talk about whatever Maggie would like, and they'd love to hear all of her stories! Of course, Maggie agreed to this. Not letting Alissa do everything, Kelly told Maggie how it was good manners to stack your dishes and push your chair in before leaving. Maggie did as she was told and followed the girls to their room. "Are you sure nobody will come in?" Asked Maggie, her hand nervously stroking the back of her head through her hood. "Yes. I locked the door, so nobody can come in until I unlock it." Said Kelly, showing Maggie the lock on the door. "Okay then.... Here goes...." Maggie took a deep breath and lowered her hood. Her orangish-brown hair unfolded as is fell down her back, but that wasn't what Alissa and Kelly were looking at, and neither were Maggie's entrancing orange eyes, which were no longer in shadow. What Alissa and Kelly were amazed with were Maggie's large, upright, golden ears with black outlines! "Maggie, that's amazing! What kind of animal do your ears come from?" Shouted Alissa, her voice raised high enough to pierce through the door. Luckily, nobody was eves dropping at the moment. Maggie was pleasantly surprised by her friend's responses to seeing her ears! She was sure they'd be scared of her. But even with their friendly responses, it just didn't feel right. She simply pulled her hood back up and once again hid her ears. "I... I am sorry, I am just not comfortable doing this..." "It's okay. You don't have to if you don't want to." "Thank you. I do not know why, but a person at the docks told me to always keep my features secret, so it just does not feel right to show them off like that." "I understand, but they are really beautiful! You should at least leave them out when you're alone, for the sake of your self esteem." Said Kelly, trying to keep Maggie's mood up. "I know what'll cheer you right up! Here, try one of these!" Alissa tossed Maggie a bottle of lemon-lime pop and showed her how to open it. Maggie loved it upon first sip and quickly downed the whole thing! "I've never seen anyone down one of those that quickly... Usually we sip on them for a few minutes... I hope your stomach doesn't hurt." Said Kelly, giving Maggie a somewhat concerned look. "I am fine. Why would my stomach hurt?" Asked Maggie. "Because it's all fizzy. You're supposed to drink it slowly so it doesn't bother your stomach." "Oh... Well what is done is done. And I feel fine." Alissa gave Maggie another one of her curious looks... "Hey Maggie, can you tell us more about where you live? I've heard a couple things here and there, but nowhere near enough to get a good picture of what the place is like." Maggie gave a genuine smile, extending all the way from one cheek to another. Alissa's initial assumption was right, her mouth a bit on the larger side... "We live in a great forest that extends in all directions and covers all the land. Some say that it is actually just one great big tree that rooted out and sprouted several trunks, before doing that again and again. We cut the limbs off the bottom halves of the trees and use them to build bridges that extend through the canopy in all directions. If I had to describe it, I would say it is like your roads, except up in the trees. During the day, we go down to the forest floor and hunt. Usually there are at least 30 people to a hunting party, and the rest of us will get a large fire started for when they come back. Sometimes the day's meal is ready before mid-day and we can just relax for the rest of the day. Other than that, we just socialize, make clothing and tools out of the wood, and we always keep expanding the network of bridges in the trees. Every now and then, we stumble across another nearby community and we build bridges to connect them. Once we find other communities and link up with them, we join together into one large family per say. The whole place is like one big family up in the trees. But that does not mean it is easy. Hunting is hard work, and we are constantly working on the bridges. Not to mention that we have to keep trimming the lower branches off the trees to have wood for the bridges and tools that we use." "It sounds like an amazing place to live! Nothing but forest for miles, and friends as far as the eye can see!" Said Alissa, imagining a great labyrinth of bridges throughout the canopy of a rain forest filled with people running from one tree to another! "Maggie, I don't mean to interrupt, but it's 10:00. I usually go to the gym about now, would you like to come?" Said Kelly, extending an invitation to her new friend. "What is the gym?" Asked Maggie. "It's a large room where we exercise. It's fun, I think you'd like it!" "I guess it cannot hurt to try it..." Said Maggie, her appearance showing that she was actually rather nervous. "We usually go together and we have a lot of fun! Really, it's nothing to be scared of!" Said Alissa, comforting Maggie both with her words and her genuine smile. "Yeah, I'll come with you. But before we go, do you have any hats? If we're going to be exercising, I'd rather not be sweating in this hoodie." Alissa and Kelly's eyes lit up as they put 2 and 2 together! For the first time since coming here, she felt comfortable enough to ask for a favor! Alissa ran over to the dresser and pulled out several baseball style hats before motioning for Maggie to come over to the dresser with her. "Here. Stand in front of the mirror and see how they look on you." Said Alissa, handing the bundle of hats over to Maggie who unzipped and removed her hoodie, revealing a white sleeveless shirt covered in pink flowers! For the first time since she'd arrived, she was showing her figure! Without the baggy hoodie, her D cup breasts were on display behind her shirt and bra! After trying on several hats, Maggie decided on a white hat with a red panther on the front. Kelly showed her how to adjust it to be the right size, and the trio headed out of the room and down the hallway. As Maggie walked, something could be seen pressing against the rear of her shirt, and of course, Alissa had to ask the obvious question. "Maggie, are you injured? You shouldn't be going to the gym if you need to wear a back brace." "What? No. That is my holster." "Like for a pistol?!" Asked Kelly, some surprise in her voice. "Like for my... my tail..." Said a nervous Maggie, again stroking the back of her head as per her usual nervous habit. "Oh... Don't worry, we won't tell. Your secret's safe with us, we promise, right Kelly?" "Of course! I won't tell a soul." "Thank you." Said Maggy, her eyes wandering as she scanned the hallway they were walking down. All these doors lead to people's rooms... There must be a lot of people trapped here. "This is it. We're here!" Said Alissa, pointing through the large glass windows at the people inside using the exercise equipment. "This is how you get your exercise? Do you not go outside and just run around or whatever?" Asked a curious Maggie. "Sometimes we do, but we need permission to leave and this is much easier." Said Kelly, leading the way to the doors into the gym and introducing Maggie to the girl behind the front counter. "Well hello! I don't believe I've seen you here before. Is this your first time?" Asked a 22 year old girl, standing behind a screen and keyboard. "I just got here last night. So yes, it is my first time." Said Maggie, again showing a nervous habit of hers... "All I need is your name and you'll be good to go." "My name is Maggie." "And what is your last name?" "Herder." "Okay, Maggie Herder, you're all good to go! Enjoy yourself while you're here!" "That was a lot easier than I thought it would be..." Sighed Maggie, smiling at her friends as she followed them over to the treadmills. "Maggie, these are treadmills. When you turn them on, the belt starts moving. They're for jogging and running. Here, let me show you." Said Alissa, turning her treadmill on and beginning to jog. Maggie did exactly what she saw Alissa do, and her treadmill started right up! She too began jogging, then running, then continued turning the machine up... After a few presses of the button, she realized that it only went up to 10mph. Running in strides as long as the machine, it was obvious that Maggie was significantly more flexible than the average girl her size. It was as if her legs contoured themselves to the treadmill, and she easily matched the machine's maximum speed without bouncing at all. Of course, several people had began watching her as she outpaced the machine and made a rather unexpected remark... "Well, this sure is dull... Doesn't this thing go any faster?" "To be honest, I'm just impressed you can keep up with it at that speed." Said Kelly, glancing back down at her treadmill which was set to 7mph. "Yeah, very few people can max these out without falling off!" Exclaimed Alissa. "You don't have to baby me. Sure these things go faster than this." Said Maggie, giving her friends a rather disappointed look. What she got back was a rather serious look from Alissa as she told Maggie that that was the machine's maximum speed, and her own speed of 6.5mph was as fast as she was comfortable with for the entire 30 minute session. "What about those over there? They look like these, but bigger." Said Maggie, pointing to another row of larger looking treadmills. "Oh, those are for marathon runners. You can try one if you like, but they're a bit much for most people. The minimum time is 30 minutes and they tilt to include hills and change their speed every few minutes. I think they go up to 15mph." Said Kelly, making sure she warned her friend of what she would be getting herself into. "I think I'll try one of those. Can you show me how it works?" Said Maggie, looking to her friends for help. "I would ask the girl at the front desk. I've never used one of those, and they're a bit different than these." Said Alissa, pointing back the direction they came in from. "Okay." Said Maggie, heading over to the front desk and asking the kind young lady for instructions on how to use the marathon runners. Of course, she was warned of the high speeds that those machines were capable of. "Yes, Kelly already told me. I would like to try them since the treadmills are a bit on the slow side." Said Maggie, returning the kindness that the girl showed her when she first came into the gym. And with that, the nice girl showed Maggie how to operate the marathon runners and she got started. After a few minutes of turning things up, Maggie discovered that she had again maxed out the machine at 15mph on its highest incline. She maintained a perfect stride and did not bounce or even break a sweat! It was as if she was just walking! Pretty much everyone in the gym was watching her as she finished the 30 minute run and stepped off the machine as it finished winding down to a stop. She'd never broken a sweat the entire time, and she wasn't even breathing heavy! "How did you do that?!" Exclaimed her new friends, amazed at what they'd just witnessed! "I just jogged. It only goes up to 15mph so it was pretty easy." Said Maggie, taking a sip of a bottle of water that Alissa had grabbed for her. "You call that jogging? Then what's running?" Asked a muscular man as he set his 300lb weighted bar down and sat up to face Maggie next to the marathon runners. "Running is chasing Timloks. They can get up to 40mph if you give them space to get up to speed." Said Maggie, arriving at the realization that nobody else here could believe what she was capable of, and she got mixed reactions... Some people were amazed, others were confused or just didn't believe her. Maggie just stood there with a confused look on her face. "Alissa, do they not believe me?" "To be honest, I'm having trouble believing it myself. Why don't you just spring from one end of the gym to another? There's this huge open isle between the treadmills and the ellipticals." Said Alissa, pointing to a long open stretch that lead to the opposing wall. "Do I have to run standing up?" Asked Maggie, to the confusion of everyone around her. "Well, I mean, you can run however you like, but how would you run if you're not standing up?" "On all fours... Like... Usual..." That sentence took a moment for Maggie to get out, as she couldn't help but notice the way everyone was looking at her... Maggie looked to her friends for help. "Why are they looking at me like that?" Even Alissa needed a moment to come up with a proper response, but of course she had one after a few seconds... "Maybe because nobody runs on all fours?" Maggie just froze for a sec, completely dumbfounded. Is that why these people are so slow? Have they only ever ran while standing up? "Why would you never try running on all fours? It is SOOOO MUUUCH faster than running on only your feet." "And how do you expect us to do that?" Said a random girl off to the side. "Like this." Said Maggie, bending forward and placing her hands on the floor in front of her. She adjusted her posture and took the position of a predator on the hunt. She took one deep breath before she kicked off. Alissa and Kelly both knew they were about to see something amazing! Even on the marathon runners, Maggie never breathed hard! She must be preparing for something truly amazing! With a single, powerful kick, Maggie took off across the gym floor! She would let her hands touch the ground in front of her and bring them back under her stomach while her brought her legs forward and kicked off again, reaching a speed high enough to blur past those beside her! It only took her a couple seconds to reach the far side of the gym where she pushed off with her arms and stood up before sticking her arms out in front of her and using the wall to stop her momentum! There was no telling what speed she actually achieved, but it was more than enough to shut everyone up! That, and, one other thing... Maggie turned around, breathing only slightly heavy before noticing something on the floor... She reached above her head and her hands made contact with her ears! She simply hung her head and turned against the wall, hiding herself from everyone around her. Of course, her friends came over and returned the hat. They comforted her and said that everything was going to be okay. Alissa pulled a headband out of her back with fox ears on it before dawning the headband and playing the whole thing off as an anime club. Somehow, this actually worked! When Maggie finally turned around, she found the bodybuilder standing just a few feet away from her. He only had one thing to say to her. "Next time, leave the headband in your room. We don't usually wear those in public." He unzipped his bag and pulled out a headband similar to Alissa's, only his had panda ears on it. Alissa's mind was simultaneously relieved and blown away as her thoughts raced... HOW ON EARTH IS THAT A THING?! I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA BE THE LAUGHINGSTOCK OF THE WEEK WHEN I PULLED OUT THAT HEADBAND!! The bodybuilder spoke up once again. "By the way, registering online is fine, but if you'd like to meet the group in public, we meet every Thursday afternoon in the activities room. I'd be delighted to see you there!" "I will think about it." Said Maggie, slipping off to the side as her friends lead her out of the gym and back to their room. "Sorry about the whole gym thing. I had no idea anything like that would happen." Said her friends, their faces showing that they were being as sincere as could be. "It is okay. I did at least have some fun weight lifting." Said Maggie, her large smile once again showing itself to her friends. "What about that was fun? You could've gotten really hurt." Asked Kelly. "The rush you get when something like that happens... Is that not fun?" Asked Maggie, hoping her question wasn't too obscure... "I guess... I don't know, I've never had one of those dropped on me so I really can't say." Answered Kelly. "Either way, it's almost time for lunch. Would you like to go back to the dining room or have the food brought in here?" Asked Alissa. "I think I would like to eat in here where it is more private. I have had my tail up my shirt for so long that it is getting itchy." "That's fine, why don't we put our orders in now? I can help explain the menu to you." Said Alissa, extending a friendly hand as she pulled out a menu from dietary services. And with that, Maggie slightly lifted her shirt and let her tail wag the way it wanted to for the last few minutes! End of part 1. I have an accident planned for part 2, but how it happens will be entirely up to the readers! Let me know what you think and what you'd like to see next!

Surge and Kitsunami's Mission AO3 Verision: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46543978 "Take THAT, you bucket of bolts!" Surge the Tenrec taunted the badnik while kicking it. "You’re doing great, Surge!” Kitsunami called out to Surge, holding a thumbs up. “Shut up and gimme a boost!” She barked at Kit, indicating a ledge. The duo was on a mission for The Restoration to destroy a new egg base that popped up in a snowy region. The mission was only to scout out the base, but in Surge’s head, they shouldn't have sent her if they only wanted it scouted out. The two friends were created by a platypus named Doctor Starline, a former apprentice of Doctor Eggman. After Eggman fired him from the Egg Empire, he made Surge and Kit take down the empire. However, his plan failed, and Eggman killed him in his attempt. Surge hunted Sonic across Mobius for a time, trying to take him out. Eventually, Sonic helped her realize her wrongdoings and join The Restoration. Surge continued to run through the base, destroying all the robots in her path, with Kitsunami close behind. They broke through a door, revealing the interior, illuminated by red lights. “C’mon, keep moving!” Surge called to Kit, and he nodded back to her. More badniks blocked the way, all of which the duo took out. The two reached another metal door and quickly knocked it down. However, two long, robotic metal arms wrapped around them as they entered the room. “ARGH! PUT ME DOWN, YOU BUCKET OF BOLTS!” Surge shouted as she struggled. “It’s no use….” Kit said. “These arms are extremely tight.” Surge soon felt a familiar feeling in her lower abdomen. She had to pee. How did she not realize it until now? It was bad, really bad. “Eugh… Drippy, how are we going to get out of here?” She said, panicked. “Um, I’m not sure…. But on the bright side, The Restoration will probably send someone our way once they realize we are reporting in!” Kit noticed Surge’s uncomfortable expression. “Are you okay? The arms don’t hurt too much, do they?” “No, it’s just….” She blushed and looked away. “I have to pee.” She whispered, embarrassed. “What was that?” “I SAID I HAVE TO PISS, YOU IDIOT!” Surge shouted, still blushing. “O-oh.” Kit wasn’t sure how to respond. The room stayed silent for a minute as Surge squirmed as much as she could with the tight arms around her. Kit looked around the circular room for anything he could use to escape. To his right, he noticed an electrical box with Eggman's branding on it. "Okay, I hope this works!" Kit said to no one in particular. "Hm? Hope what works?" Kit focused on the water in his backpack, ejected some of it, and moved it out of the arms. Upon seeing the water, Surge let out a leak in her panties, and she grunted. "Whatever your doing, Drippy, do it fast!" "Just one sec…." Kit said, carefully bringing his water near the box before splashing it, causing it to short-circuit. Almost immediately, the arm fell limp, allowing the duo to escape the arms easily. With her now free to use her arms and legs, she placed her hands on her crotch and wrapped her legs together. "Okay, now I just need to find a bathroom and-" "There are no bathrooms in most Egg Bases." Kit swiftly interrupted her. "What!? Why the hell not!?" “Well, robots don’t have bladders or bowels. Therefore, the only bases that Eggman regularly visits have bathrooms.” Surge groaned. “Ugh, I suppose that makes sense. Let’s just blow this place up and get outta here.” Kit nodded and followed her along as they proceeded to the next room. In the room, there was a giant circular, silver tube. As the duo approached it, a red eye on the tube revealed itself by opening up. “This must be the core of the base!” Kit said. “Then let's show it what’s what!” Silver balls came down from the ceiling and surrounded the red eye. They spun around rapidly, making it impossible to reach the eye without getting hurt. Surge and Kit looked at each other, unsure of what to do. All of a sudden, the balls started rapidly moving around. The duo noticed their opportunity and attacked the eye before the silver balls returned. They repeated this multiple times, and eventually, the eye began to break down and explode. Before long, the entire base was starting to fall. “C’mon, time to go!” Surge said quickly, starting to run off. Kit soon followed, with the two avoidings falling debris as they ran out of the quickly collapsing building. They reached the exit and busted the door down. As they left the base, it exploded behind them. Once the explosion had calmed down, the two took a deep breath of relief. Surge shivered momentarily, and her bladder reminded her of its need. She quickly placed her hands on her midsection, holding on for her dear life. Kit noticed her struggle and awkwardly averted his eyes. “C’mon, Drippy-” (She suddenly regretted giving him that nickname). “Let’s head back to HQ.” “Will you be okay?” He asked, concerned. Surge stayed silent for a moment. “Yup, I can make it.” She said, sounding unsure. “Okay, if you say so.” The two began running through the cold snow. Even though she was used to running, every step was torture for Surge. Her bladder felt like it was going to pop any second. What could she do? Suddenly, her bladder decided that it was time to release. She felt the warm liquid enter her underwear and quickly skidded along the ground to stop. As soon as she could, she wrapped her legs around each other as tight as she could and squeezed her crotch. Kit noticed that she stopped and turned around to see what was wrong. “Surge! Are you okay!?” He asked frantically. “N-no… Eugh.” She grunted. “Will you be able to make it?” Surge simply whimpered and shook her head no. Her bladder ached like hell, and it would come out one way or another, whether Surge wanted it to or not. “RAGH! FUCK IT!” She shouted, spreading her legs apart and letting go. She let out a small moan as she felt the pee start to soak her panties. “Surge? What are you do-” Kit started furiously blushing as he saw a stain beginning to grow on Surge’s pants. He turned around quickly. Surge closed her eyes and basked in the relief. The warm liquid spread around, heating her in the cold area. Pee trickled down into the snow, causing it to go yellow. She let out another, longer moan. Surge could’ve sworn that she was drooling. After about forty seconds, Surge finished with a big sigh. She opened her eyes to see Kit still looking away. “My piss is that disgusting, huh?” She teased. “N-no, Miss Surge, I just-” “Relax, Drippy; I’m kidding. Let’s get back to Restoration HQ. Hopefully, my pants will be dry by then.” Kit nodded, embarrassed by Surge’s unabashed attitude. The two headed back to the HQ, where Jewel would surely shout at them for going against their orders.

I commissioned this a while back from an artist on Furrafinity... it was my first ever commission, and i'm really happy with it. I'm happy to finally have a place to show it off. I didn't have a character, so i bought this adoptable from the same artist... very adorable. I was thinking of writing a hypnosis induced bedwetting story about this character...maybe at some point.

This is my first time writing fiction about my personal fantasies. I am writing this story to sort of test the waters, and see if I'm any good at writing stories, coming up with plots, etc... I'm into humans with animal features (not full body fur), large bladders with ridiculously high capacities, and the rush you feel when completely and utterly desperate to empty your bladder. In real life, I'm a mechanic by hobby and enjoy driving my Audi TT on backroads and circuit tracks. I am mechanically savvy and enjoy driving fast. I also refer to my car as being female... Don't ask me why, I just do lol WARNING: This story contains abuse. It's used as a backstory for Roxy. This is in no way meant to advertise abuse, claim that it's okay, or any related situation(s). Inspiration: Ruri's Manners - Jimmy Olsen here on omo.org, Hellsing Ultimate - anime, BNA - anime, Jobless Reincarnation - anime, Fairy Tail - anime, Strike Witches (and Brave Witches) - anime. With all that out of the way, it's about time to start Part 1 of the story. Note that there's no real omorashi in the first part, it's mostly used for world building and character building. In the year 2022, many people experience attraction to animalized humans, furries, and sometimes just plain animals. How far one particular group is willing to go in terms of trust, friendship and equality will all be tested one fateful day when they meet Roxy. Damien is a tall man that lives in the city. He works on his sportscar and loves driving fast. He stands 5'11", often sporting black Dickies cargo jeans, a blue Summit Racing Equipment shirt and a white-on-gray hat with the 3RK logo on the front. He has blue eyes, brown hair parted high and swished over to the right, as well as black plastic glasses with blue accents. His car of choice is a 2004 Audi TT Roadster. The turbo charged, all-wheel-drive convertible capturing his heart after the first test drive. On this particular day, he was driving through a forest. Full of tall, healthy trees with leaves and flowers in full bloom, the forest seemed to wrap around the road perfectly. He took this opportunity to floor his convertible, quickly accelerating from the speed limit of 45mph to nearly 80mph before shifting up and flooring it again. Caught up in the rush of the moment, he continued accelerating until the wind took his hat right off his head. He came to a crawl and pulled over, walking back and forth over the same section of road many times without any luck finding his hat. Luckily, there was nobody else around and he could do this for quite some time without feeling like he looked out of place. He hadn't seen a single car since leaving the city and turning onto this road. After about an hour of searching, he was definitely feeling the need to pee. To be fair, he had been feeling it for quite some time. Only now was he no longer able to ignore it completely. Concentration was getting harder, his legs wouldn't sit still, and he kept reaching near his crotch. Finally, he walked behind some trees, pulled his dick out, and let go. His 1800ml bladder capacity meant that when he was full, he released a powerful stream for over a minute straight before finally finishing. The feeling of relief was ecstatic, and was one of many reasons he enjoyed holding himself until the point of total desperation. With his bladder taken care of, he zipped his pants back up and continued his search for his beloved hat. After another 20 minutes of searching, he saw someone walking in the woods with his hat on. He called out to them, only for them to disappear into the trees. Confused and angry at whoever took his hat, he gave chase. Running as fast as his legs could carry him, he caught several glimpses of the thief. Whoever they were, they were incredibly nimble and had ungodly amounts of stamina. They refused to run in a straight line, rather digging their bare feet into the bases of trees and springing off of the trees with incredible speed. He thought he had to be seeing things from the heat when he caught a glimpse of what looked like a tail darting around behind the hat thief. It was hard to make out, they were just so darn fast. Finally, they reached the edge of the woods and the thief transitioned to a hunched over sprint on both arms and legs before pulling away with incredible speed. Their back rose and fell, bending aggressively with each gallop. Whoever this was, it was certainly no ordinary person. Damien was out of breath, only fueled by the NEED to get his hat back and to see what exactly he was chasing. As the mysterious figure outran Damien completely, she found herself at a wooden fence. Inside were birds in what looked like large wooden cages, some sort of boar without the big teeth or long hair, and lots of grazing cows. She took this moment to catch her breath and look back, only to find that Damien was still running! His stride was sloppy, his hair no longer neatly swished over across his head, and his shirt was nearly completely covered in sweat. Taking in the image of determination being projected by her pursuer, the thief sat down in the grass and waited. As Damien closed the distance, he saw the thief was waiting and slowed to a jog while attempting to catch his breath. He only said "Look, I'm sorry if I scared you, I just want my hat back. I won it at a go-karting competition and I wear it everywhere. I'd like it bac-" Before he could say more, he was taken aback by the fact that the thief got up from a sitting position by leaning forward, putting her hands on the ground, and all at once throwing her knees back and springing up. She didn't seem out of breath at all. Her clothes were filthy, not from running away, but from being the only clothes she had. At this moment, Damien realized the thief was a girl with no extra clothes, and nowhere to go. Damien once again asked for his hat back, and was met with a confused stare. Also noticing her green speckled eyes, Damien motioned to the top of his head and then to hers, before once again asking that his hat be returned. Reaching for his hat, Damien was startled back by the sudden hissing and raising of the thief's tail. It was at this moment that he realized he had been chasing a sort of human animal. Unsure if she spoke English, Damien kneeled to the ground and extended an open hand. This time met by a confused stare from incredibly large pupils. He decided to handle this the way he would get something back from his pets. He sat down with his legs criss-crossed, tapped the ground next to him, and smiled. The mysterious girl followed suit, and inched closer to him. Seeing the opportunity, he quickly reached and took his hat back. He was too sweaty to wear it comfortably and instead simply placed it in his lap. As he took the hat, out folded a pair of fluffy ears. They stuck up like satellite dishes. The thief's pupils immediately contracting to tall, thin slivers, and then she flexed her hand and extended claws. Seeing what was happening, Damien quickly laid the hat on the ground in front of him. Once again, the thief donned the hat and hid her ears. Her pupils once again growing to gigantic proportions. After a moment, Damien decided to try to apologize. He hoped that even if this girl couldn't understand English, she might understand that he didn't mean to hurt her. He said "Sorry for startling you. You can keep the hat. It's okay." To his surprise, she answered "Why would you give me this? Everyone always takes everything from me." Taken aback by this response, Damien explains the homelessness problem in his city. Because they lack the decency that others expect, they're repeatedly taken advantage of, made fun of, and not given any respect. Forced to beg and steal, they don't project a very good image, and people don't try to see that those homeless people are people too. He explained that one of his closest friends used to be homeless. They saw someone drop their wallet while walking away from a street vendor, and instead of stealing it, returned it to the person who dropped it. That person took them in. Said person was Damien, the young man now in front of this animal girl. She seemed unable to cry, simply shaking and sniffling. Damien motioned for a hug, and after some hesitation, she took the opportunity and accepted his warm embrace. He asked that she come with him. He'd take her home, get her cleaned up, buy her clothes, and get her a proper life. He did feel the need to explain that he's never seen anyone like her before, but decided not to bring it up at the moment. Now only walking, Damien led the way back to his car. Along the way, Damien explained that he was a working man. He spent time away from home doing a job at a hospital. He asked patients what they'd like to eat, brought them their food and set their hospital tables up (picture the adjustable tables that reach over the bed, just big enough for a tray and some small personal items). He was also responsible for making sure the patients enjoyed the food, and for bringing food, drinks and supplies to the pantry every day. For the first time since they started walking together, the girl broke her silence. She asked what a tray was, why people had to be patient, and what a pantry was. Taking time to explain that a tray was a flat object that you put food and drinks on top of, that 'patients' meant people who were in the hospital and that a pantry was a small room where food and supplies were kept, he noticed the sparkle in this mysterious girls eyes. It was as if she had just realized what he was talking about. They continued their conversation as they continued walking back to the car, with Damien answering her questions and still not bringing up how incredibly odd, or rather unique, she truly was. Upon reaching the road, Damien looked for his car, but it was out of sight. He pressed the PANIC button on his keys, but nothing happened. He acted as if nothing was wrong, turned to his right, and continued walking down the road. It was a 50/50 change that he was going the right way, until he recognized several trees where their chase had started. It was moments like this where the hyper-awareness afforded to him by his Asperger's syndrome actually proved useful. He gained some pep back in his step, saying it shouldn't be far now. Looking back, his follower didn't seem tired at all. She just looked confused, and... Happy? It was hard to tell with her face in shadow, and he wasn't used to trying to read emotions from people with cat-like eyes (and ears which he couldn't see under her new hat.). Finally, his car was in view. Still sitting next to the road with the blinkers on and the top down, waiting for her owner to return. Hearing a change in her breathing, Damien looked back to see his follower completely mesmerized by the flashing hazard lights. He explained that she'd need to get in, if he was going to get her home. This was again met with confusion. "You want me to get inside that machine?" She asked. Damien explained that it was a car, made to take people from one place to another, and that everyone where he's from has at least one and they use it on a regular basis. It's just how people get around where he's from. Taking in his answer, she decided it was time to ask him his name, as she had completely forgotten it. "Damien. My name is Damien. What's your name? You never told me." Said Damien, taking the opportunity to get this girl's name before taking her home. "Nobody has every spoken to me like this, and I'm not sure I have a name. But I used to have this band around my neck. It said Roxy on it. I eventually tore it off and threw it somewhere. It reminded me of what it meant to be owned. It was the whole reason I've been living in the woods instead of inside the fence you cornered me at." She grew more anxious as she spoke, getting shaky as she mentioned that she used to belong to somebody. Before she could say anything else, she was met with kind words. "I have two pets, a dog and a cat. They don't stand up or speak like you, but I love them nonetheless. It's not uncommon for people to fall in love with their pets. There are entire communities built around dog lovers and cat lovers. In fact, the two hate each other, always fighting over whether dogs are better than cats or cats better than dogs. Keep in mind, they're not fighting in order to hurt each other, they're fighting to see which one is truly better. So far, they're still fighting and there doesn't seem to be a clear answer yet. It sounds like you weren't a loved pet, and I intend to change that. First, I need to make it clear that you are NOT my pet. You're my friend. You may look like a cat, run like a cat, have the eyes, ears and tail of a cat, but you can communicate and express your own will. I don't know how your previous owner treated you, but I don't intend to own you. I will treat you the way I treat all my friends. I know this seems weird. I'm weird, and I like helping people. Now let's get going. Travis is going to wonder why I'm not back yet if we don't get going." Roxy didn't say anything. She had a new sparkle in her eyes. She was so happy, and confused, and just went with what Damien told her to do for now. Without any words said, both Damien and Roxy knew this moment would last forever. Who would've thought that anyone would ever be kind to Roxy like this? And who would've thought that Damien would ever find such a strange and unique creature? Neither one had any answers, they just continued on with the moment that sealed their bond to each other as trusting and loyal friends. Damien walked to the drivers side of the car, opened the door, sat down, and closed the door. He asked Roxy to do the same thing on the other side. She did. Now inside the machine, she realized that her entire perspective on these car things was wrong. These weren't unstoppable machines that killed animals on the road because that's just what they did. They were a means of transportation. She took a moment to close her eyes and sink into the padded seat as this realization set in. For the first time in her life, happy tears formed. Damien did not interrupt this. A moment later, she opened her eyes, rubbed her tears away, looked over to Damien, and saw that something had a hold of him! Panic! She was so panicked! Was this why these machines killed? Was this machine now in control of Damien? Before she had answers to any of these questions, she shouted out "Look! Something's got a hold of you! Are you okay?! Should I claw through it?!" This time, it was Roxy who was met with a confused look coming from Damien. He looked down, unbuckled his seatbelt, and took it off. This time, he explained what it was for as he put it on, and said that she needed to wear one as well. This isn't the smoothest car, being low to the ground with a tendency to bounce on uneven roads, therefore it was that much more important that they both wear their seatbelts. It was for their safety. Relieved that they weren't in any danger, Roxy followed his lead and put her belt on. After helping her get the end of the belt into the buckle, Damien started the car. Again, Roxy became fixated on the strangest things. "I've never seen a machine that purrs before. Usually they just bolt by at incredible speed." It took Damien a moment to realize what she was saying, before realizing that Roxy had become fixated on the sound of the engine idling, believing it to be some sort of mechanical purring. He took this moment to explain that the sound that each car makes changes as it speeds up and slows down. "This car does not purr when it's moving. You'll see. We'll start out slow, and go from there." Taking his time getting started smoothly and getting back on the road, he looked over to Roxy. She was just so amazed! She was inside one of these machines! It was moving, and it wasn't doing anything else. It wasn't screeching, beeping or swerving. Again, she simply sat there and took in all these new feelings and realizations, only interrupted by Damien saying something. "If I were you, I'd take the hat off and put it on the floor by your feet. You don't want it blowing away, like it blew away from me before you picked it up." In one quick motion, as if feeling this was an immediate command, she took her hat off her head and placed it on the floor. In doing so, this belt thing moved with her as she leaned forward, depositing her hat on the floor. Fascinating. She thought for sure that this belt would try to choke her or something as soon as she tried to move. On the way home, Damien continued to notice that Roxy was really enjoying herself. She was fascinated by every little thing! He let this go on for a few moments. Once they were about 15 minutes away from the, Damien decided to speak up. "Hey, Roxy. I need to be honest with you. I've never seen someone with ears and a tail like you before. I would imagine that nobody else has either. I don't know how people will react when they see you. I just ask that you focus on me, and on the car if you need to. Stay positive. We'll be home soon." That being said, nobody really seemed too put off by a cat girl in a convertible. That was, until someone approached Damien and Roxy while they were stopped at an intersection. Roxy froze, she closed her eyes, expecting something, anything to happen. Instead, a voice from outside the car said "Damien, is that you? It's me, Brent! You missed the launch!" He stopped talking, seeing this cat... Person... In the passenger seat. "Damien. Who's this? And where are your ears?" Confused, Damien didn't answer. He just looked forward, saying he had to get going, as the light was green. "Great job!" Said Damien, comforting his new friend. She still seemed tense, and he didn't really know what to do about this. 20 minutes of random conversations, and they were at his driveway. He pulled in, stopped, and turned the car off. Roxy's ears shot up, moving around like satellite dishes, searching for the sound of that mechanical purring. She never found it. "We're here. This is my house. Hold on just a moment while I help you out." Once Damien helped her out of the car, he got back in, and put the roof up. Again, Roxy was in complete awe. This thing, it was closing, with Damien inside it. But he wasn't afraid, and it seemed like he wanted the machine to do this. Finally, it stopped moving. A solid CLICK was heard before Damien exited the car, stating that he was done and it was time to go inside. "Before we do, I..." Roxy tensed again as she paused, as if having a hard time saying whatever was on her mind. "... I need to use your lawn. I'll be right back." "Stop that, Roxy." Damien said with authority in his voice. "We don't do that here. I'll show you to the bathroom." This didn't click in Roxy's head. She didn't realize this bathroom was where she was supposed to relieve herself. "But I have to go so bad! How long before I can come back outside?!" "Calm down, Roxy. I'll show you to my bathroom. We do that in the bathroom here." Said Damien, realizing the miscommunication. He took her hand and led her inside. She seemed stiff. He didn't know if this was from being overwhelmed, nervous, desperate for the toilet, or maybe some combination of all of these things. After a few steps, Roxy stopped. Pulling back at his hand, she exclaimed to Damien "Please! I have to go! Let me go back outside!" The only response she got was Damien saying to follow him, and he continued leading her further into the house. He opened the bathroom door, and found that Roxy was now shaking. Looking over to her, he saw that she was bent forward, fists to her sides, breathing heavy, with desperation in her eyes. She didn't say anything. "Roxy, it's okay. Here. It's simple!" Said Damien, as he opened the toilet and explained that she'd need to sit on it before she let go. Making sure Roxy understood, he exited the bathroom to give her privacy. He heard a very powerful stream hit the floor. Then it stopped. Then another powerful stream. This repeated several times before he heard a continuous and very powerful stream hitting the water in the bowl. It lasted almost as long as his did when he relieved himself in the woods! How much was she holding?! No wonder she seemed off. With her pants wet and no idea what to do next, Roxy started crying. It was almost like she was trapped all over again! Damien knocked, and announced he was coming in before opening the door. He found a crying Roxy on the floor. Ears flopped over, tail lying flat against the puddle on the floor and completely soaked, sobbing furiously, she was a wreck. "Roxy. It's okay. There's no need to cry. I'll start a shower to get you cleaned up. C'mon, cheer up. I have some sweatpants you can wear once you're all clean, and I'm sure some of Travis' shirts will fit you. We've got a way to get you clean, and new clothes. I'll take care of the puddle. Seriously, don't worry about it. Just focus on cheering up." Damien took a moment to show Roxy how to adjust the water temperature, as well as how to squeeze the soap and shampoo out of the bottles. After instructing Roxy to undress and pull the curtain across the shower, Damien stood outside the bathroom in wait for her to tell him to come back in. He still needed to clean her puddle. "I... I pulled it across. You can... Come in now." Said a very nervous Roxy in the shower. "Okay, I'm coming in now. Make sure you keep the curtain closed." "What? Why would I open it with you right there?!" "Just making sure." With that Damien came into the bathroom and began cleaning the floor under her puddle. This was very yellow urine with a strong odor. He couldn't help but wonder if she was properly hydrated or not. And with such a beautiful young lady on the other side of the door, he had to pay attention to hide his labored breathing. He had a humongous hard on. Luckily, Roxy was so immersed in the shower that she didn't notice his arousing scents. This was completely new to her. The warm water and steam melted all her tension away, cleared her nose and throat, and relaxed her tremendously. Having finished, she turned the water off. "Damien, are you still in here?" "No. I'm outside in the hallway. If you're done, I'm going to start dinner. There's towels hanging on the walls, use those to dry off before you put your clothes on." "Okay, I will." Roxy was still interpreting the things Damien said as commands. She had to dry off before putting on clothes. It would take time for her to become comfortable around people. That being said, everything that happened today was extremely pleasant, with the exception of her accident of course. While Roxy was drying off, Damien was downstairs starting two boxes of Hamburger Helper. Stirring the meat and adding just a pinch of his favorite spices, he hoped it would help Roxy to calm down about everything that's happened. After opening the bathroom door, Roxy's nose was filled with the most interesting of smells. It smelled like cooked meat. Something was different than the pots over fire that her dad used to use. This was more subtle, no smoky smells or anything. Mixed with a separate aroma... A sort of fiery smell, but not like the outdoor fires she was used to. Did Damien use a different kind of fire when he was cooking indoors? Following her nose, it didn't take Roxy long to find the kitchen where Damien was adding the noodles. That's when she saw it. A calm blue flame, coming out of metal. A very different fire than what she was used to. No wonder it smelled so different. Wait, that it! It was a faint smell similar to those outdoor wells! Is this what those were for? Didn't matter, her mind was on whatever was in the pan. End of part 1. I'm planning a thorough desperation event in part 2. I tried mixing desperation with the ride home, but the whole desperation in the car theme didn't make much sense, as I intentionally portrayed Roxy as not understanding these car things, and how she was so deeply invested in everything that was happening at the moment. It seemed like it would ruin that if I had her start a conversation about desperation while in the car. Also, I didn't want to have to choreograph a wetting scene outside in the city, and I'm not going to make her wet inside the car.

Hi all 👋 👋 I recently started a new job where I get to work from home on Fridays, I think i may want to do a at home/ working wetting now that I've gotten more comfortable working at the office🏠 if you want to give me any tips I'd be most appreciative! Or if you would be interested in chatting with me while at work(; message me!

Chocola and Vanilla were two playful and curious catgirls who lived with their owner, Kassou Minaduki. On this particular night, they decided to venture out into the neighborhood to buy some soy sauce. Despite the fact that it was already dark outside, they were eager to go on an adventure. As they left the house, Kassou worriedly called after them, reminding them to stay close and be careful. Chocola, being the more daring of the two, took the lead as they made their way down the street. Vanilla, meanwhile, clung closely to Chocola's side, her fear of the dark tempered by her trust in her older sister. Together, the two catgirls made their way towards the convenience store, chatting and giggling as they went. They were completely unaware of the danger that lay ahead. As they walked, Chocola and Vanilla chatted excitedly about their day and their owner, Kassou. "I can't believe how good that soup was today!" said Chocola, her tail twitching in excitement. "I think I drank more than my fair share!" "Me too!" agreed Vanilla, her eyes shining in the darkness. "Kassou is such a good cook! I don't know what we'd do without him." The two catgirls walked on, their conversation turning to Kassou and all the wonderful things he did for them. They talked about how much they loved him and how grateful they were to be part of his family. As they walked, the sound of their footsteps echoed through the quiet neighborhood, the only other sound the occasional meowing of a stray cat in the distance. But Chocola and Vanilla paid it no mind, their focus on their conversation and their mission to get soy sauce. As they continued on their walk, both Chocola and Vanilla began to feel the pressure of a full bladder. They had drunk a lot of soup at dinner, and now their bladders were begging for relief. Chocola, being the more carefree of the two, was able to ignore her discomfort for a while longer. She was too caught up in the thrill of the adventure to pay much attention to her physical needs. Vanilla, on the other hand, was becoming increasingly aware of her full bladder. She shifted nervously from foot to foot, her small body tense with discomfort. She tried to hold it in, but with each passing moment, her need to pee grew stronger. As they walked, Chocola's carefree demeanor began to fade as she too became increasingly aware of her need to use the bathroom. She crossed her legs, her eyes darting around in search of a suitable place to relieve herself. Vanilla, meanwhile, was becoming increasingly anxious. Her fear of the dark was compounded by her growing discomfort, and she was on the verge of tears. She clutched at Chocola's sleeve, her tiny body shaking with the effort of holding it in. Despite their growing discomfort, Chocola and Vanilla pressed on, determined to reach their destination and buy the soy sauce. But as they walked, their need to pee grew more and more pressing, until they were both in desperate need of a bathroom. As they walked, Chocola and Vanilla soon realized that they were lost. The familiar streets and landmarks were nowhere to be seen, and they were surrounded by unfamiliar buildings and darkness. Their need to pee was now a constant and pressing sensation, and they were both on the verge of tears. Chocola's bravado was gone, and she was now just as scared and desperate as Vanilla. "Vanilla, I really need to go to the bathroom," Chocola admitted, her voice trembling. "Me too," said Vanilla, her own voice filled with fear and desperation. "I don't know where we are." The two catgirls huddled together, their small bodies shaking with fear and discomfort. They were lost, it was dark, and they had to go to the bathroom. It seemed like a hopeless situation. But despite their fear, Chocola and Vanilla refused to give up. They clung to each other, their determination to find their way back home and find a bathroom growing stronger with each passing moment. As their desperate search for a bathroom continued, Chocola and Vanilla's need to pee grew more and more pressing. They were both on the verge of losing control, their small bodies trembling with the effort of holding it in. Suddenly, Chocola let out a small cry as she had a sudden spasm and a small amount of urine escaped her control. She was mortified, her embarrassment compounded by her growing fear and desperation. "Oh no, I peed a little!" cried Chocola, her voice trembling. "What are we going to do?" Vanilla, meanwhile, was holding on with all her might, her small body shaking with the effort. She was holding her legs tightly together, trying to squeeze her muscles and prevent herself from losing control. Despite their growing discomfort, Chocola and Vanilla refused to give up. They clung to each other, their determination to find a bathroom and relieve themselves growing stronger with each passing moment. They searched frantically, their eyes darting around in the darkness, desperate for any sign of a bathroom or a way back home. Just as Chocola and Vanilla's fear and desperation were reaching a breaking point, they heard the sound of footsteps approaching. They looked up to see a tall, shadowy figure walking towards them, and their hearts leapt with relief and hope. As the figure grew closer, they could see that it was their beloved owner, Kashou. He had been searching for them, and had finally found them in the dark, lost and desperately in need of a bathroom. Chocola and Vanilla let out a chorus of relieved cries, their small bodies sagging with relief. They rushed towards Kassou, their eyes shining with gratitude and happiness. "Kassou! We're so glad you found us!" cried Chocola, her voice filled with relief and happiness. "We were lost and we had to go to the bathroom so badly," added Vanilla, her small body shaking with gratitude. Kassou smiled down at the two catgirls, his heart filled with love and concern. He scooped them up in his arms, holding them close as they clung to him, their tiny bodies shaking with relief and happiness. "I'm just glad you're both safe," said Kassou, his voice filled with warmth and love. "Let's go home." And with that, Chocola and Vanilla were finally on their way back home, where they could relieve themselves in the safety and comfort of their own bathroom. They cuddled close to Kassou, their hearts filled with love and gratitude for their kind and caring owner. As they made their way back home, Chocola and Vanilla's need to pee was growing more and more pressing. Their small bodies were shaking with discomfort, and their desperation was almost palpable. "Kassou, can I please pee in the bushes?" begged Chocola, her voice trembling with desperation. But Kassou firmly refused. "No, Chocola. We're almost home. You can use the bathroom when we get there." Despite their growing discomfort, Chocola and Vanilla knew that Kassou was right. They clung to each other, their determination to hold it in growing stronger with each step. Kassou noticed their distress and tried to offer some encouraging words. "Just hang in there, girls. We're almost home. And I promise, when we get there, you can use the bathroom as much as you need." His words filled Chocola and Vanilla with renewed determination. They held on with all their might, their small bodies shaking with effort. They tried to distract themselves with thoughts of the soft, warm bed they would sleep in once they got home. Finally, they reached the front door of their home. Chocola and Vanilla let out a chorus of relieved cries, their small bodies sagging with relief. They ran inside, eager to finally be able to relieve themselves. And with that, the long, desperate night was finally over. Chocola and Vanilla were home, safe and sound, and they could finally let go and enjoy the relief of using the bathroom. They cuddled close to Kassou, their hearts filled with love and gratitude for their kind and caring owner. As soon as they entered the house, Chocola couldn't take it anymore. She let out a loud cry and ran towards the bathroom, her desperation reaching a boiling point. "I have to go! I have to go right now!" she yelled, her voice trembling with urgency. She burst into the bathroom, her small hands frantically pulling down her pants. She groaned in relief as the warm stream of urine finally flowed out, her body shaking with the release of pent-up pressure. Her panties were already damp, a telltale sign of her desperation and her inability to hold it in any longer. She let out a contented sigh, her body finally relaxing after such a long, trying night. Chocola knew that she would never forget this night, and how she and Vanilla had struggled to hold it in, but she was grateful to be home and finally able to relieve herself. She smiled, her heart overflowing with gratitude for Kassou and the home he had provided for them. While Chocola was in the bathroom, Vanilla was waiting outside, desperately trying to hold on. Her body was shaking with the effort, and her mind was racing with anxiety. She knew that Chocola wouldn't be much longer, but every second felt like an eternity. She squeezed her legs together, trying to stifle the growing urgency, but it was no use. "Come on, come on, Chocola. Hurry up!" she muttered under her breath, her frustration growing with each passing moment. Finally, she heard the sound of the bathroom door opening, and Chocola emerged, a look of relief on her face. Vanilla didn't waste a moment, she bolted into the bathroom, eager to finally be able to relieve herself. With a sigh of relief, Vanilla finally let go, the warm stream of urine cascading into the toilet bowl. She let out a contented sigh, her body finally relaxed after such a trying night. She thought about all the events that had led up to this moment, how she and Chocola had been lost in the dark, their desperation growing with each passing minute. She smiled, grateful to be home and finally able to take care of her needs. As she washed her hands and prepared to head back to bed, Vanilla couldn't help but think about how lucky she and Chocola were to have found a home with the Minaduki family. She was grateful for the love and care that had been shown to them, and she knew that she and Chocola would always have each other. With a contented smile, Vanilla made her way back to bed, ready to get some much-needed rest after such a long and trying night.

Part 1 (I’m too lazy right now to draw a picture of the characters, so I’ll add a drawing before part two. I’ll just explain what they look like. Think Kimono fursuit style. Sammy is a rabbit, and he’s all dark brown. He has light blue eyes and his hair color is blonde. Sammy has a bit of a softie style, so his outfit in the story is like a pink, long t-shirt and white sweatpants. Pixit, the main character of the story, is a white cat. She has short fluffy hair that’s like a split dye, with light blue on one side and blonde on the other. She wears a big, black hoodie and shorts underneath it, along with fishnets and combat boots. Viv is a cat, who’s pink with light pink freckle-like marking. She has long white hair, like DDLC Yuri haircut, and wears a white crop top and a black skirt. The final character is Colli, who’s a manokit. He’s black with yellow eyes, and fluffy blonde hair. He wears a white t-shirt and long blue shorts. That’s the gang, enjoy!) Pixit was having her morning pee when there was a knock on the door. Viv’s voice came from the other side. ”Pix, we have to go!” She said. “Sammy and Colli are already in the car! We’ll be late for the concert if we don’t leave!” Pixit sighed irritably but pulled back on her stream. “Fine, fine! I’ll be there in a sec!” While she still had to pee, Pixit ignored it. She had an iron bladder and could wait a while. Pixit grabbed her suitcase and got in the backseat of the car with Viv. “You took your sweet time.” Pixits boyfriend, Sammy, said from the front seat. ”I get it, I woke up late and now we’re running late. Let’s get going!” Pixit replied, rolling her eyes with a smile. ”I can turn on some music! How does ChatterMind sound?” Colli asked. The ride to the venue would be a few hours long, but it would still be fun. For the first part of the morning, the four were having fun and rocking out to some music. Since it was a hot summer day, and Pixit got dehydrated easily, she was drinking lots of liquids. She felt a more noticeable twinge in her abdomen. ”Do you think we can stop soon?” Colli asked, as if voicing her thought. “I’m getting hungry for lunch.” ”yeah, we can stop at a drive thru.” Sammy said. “Nobody has to pee, right?” ”We all went this morning, so I think we’re all fine,” Viv replied. “Right Pix?” Pixit nodded. “I’m good.” For now… The group stopped at their favorite restaurant and picked up some food. Pixit felt a stronger twinge again. ”Just curious, how many hours are left in the drive?” She asked. ”About two.” Sammy replied. “But we have to go straight to the concert since we’re running late. We won’t get into our hotel until around 1:30 AM.” Pixit’s jaw tensed, but she nodded. She could just use the toilet at the venue anyway. Besides, she didn’t have to go that badly, and her bladder was basically iron. But as the drive continued, all the liquids she drank seemed to catch up to her. With around one hour and thirty minutes left in the drive, she started shifting around a bit in the backseat. ”You alright?” Viv asked. ”Just antsy.” Pixit replied, trying to stop her fidgeting. Pixit crossed her legs to use her thigh muscles to help hold her pee a bit easier and distracted herself with her phone. This helped a bit, and soon Pixit forgot all about her need and was happily chatting again. The group parked a while later, and Pixit was reminded of her need when a sudden heaviness was in her bladder from standing up. Pixit’s jaw tensed, but she kept quiet and walked through the lot with her friends. When they reached the venue, Pixit was walking towards the bathrooms when Sammy stopped her. ”Babe, we have to go get to our seats now or we’ll miss it.” Sammy said, grabbing her arm. “I have some waters for us too.” Pixit quickly glanced back at the bathrooms before forcing some smiling and nodding. “Yeah, okay! Let’s go!” The group got to their seats, and Sammy handed Pixit a water. Sitting down relieved some pressure off her quickly filling bladder, but it didn’t help a lot. Pixit started getting distracted from her need again when the concert started. Unfortunately, she also wasn’t paying attention to how much water she was drinking. Halfway through the concert, Pixit felt a sudden wave of desperation. She didn’t know her bladder was that full! Pixit grabbed her crotch, and luckily her friends didn’t notice due to the dimmed lights. Pixit felt a little leak wet part of her panties…

(Chapter 1) Camaki clutched her necklace as she walked through the forest path, with nervous but exited steps, this would be her first time in a big city and she intended to make the most of it despite the cold weather. It was winter after all, and despite her orange and black fur, she had dressed for the cold and snow, she wore simple, green leather armour, plated with light metal, her boots were modest, but effective for hiking, and on her back was a wooden bow that had seen heavy use. Infront of the bow however, was a large, almost overfilled backpack, which contents ranged from rations bedding and Camaki's secret...diapers and pullups...two things that a twenty one year old pandaren probably shouldn't have... Camaki wasn't exactly incontinent, but, when she was a child, she was abandoned, left to die in the Pandaria wilds, but, she was found by an ancient earth spirit who rose her up and taught her basic courtesy and local tradition aswell as the art of taming beasts and hunting, the spirit was like a father to her, but, as spirits naturally don't need to go to the toilet, Camaki skipped potty training. It wasn't too much of an issue in the wilds, but when she started to integrate herself into society, it became more of a problem. Since those days, Camaki became slightly better at holding in accidents, and had moved on from diapers to pullups, but in a new environment like the elwynn forest, where so many people travelled, she thought it best to wear diapers, afterall, she only moved to pullups a few weeks back, and more than once had her pants fallen down because of too much mess, or leaked because of too much piss. Camaki blushed as she looked behind her, glancing at her backpack, it was a good thing she brought diapers, as she had already pooped herself in goldshire, too busy admiring the human architecture to focus on her control after holding it all the way. She shifted her gaze from the backpack to her own backside, trying to gauge the extent of her previous accident, she could feel the soft mess on her asscheeks, but couldn't see any signs of an accident. Her anxiety filled thinking didn't stop there though, as she soon started to worry that the people of Stormwind would be able to notice her diaper, or that they would smell her accident. She had thought about changing on the road, or behind a tree, but with a path this well travelled, she was sure to be found. Her anxious thoughts were cut short however, as a band of Stormwind guards came down the path. Camaki blushed, and put her hands to her butt, as she instinctually tried to hide the smell of her accident. She thought about what she would say to the guards, but, they didn't notice her accident or her diaper, they just kept walking, one of them stopped however and greeted Camaki with a "stay safe pandaren" She breathed a sigh of relief as she bowed to the guards, as she did though, a loud grumble could be heard in her belly, as she quickly returned to a neutral pose, a small fart shot out of her asshole asshole as the guards walked out of sight. "Ahh...I still need the toilet...? I'll have to find one in Stormwind...if I can make it that long..." she said to herself as she looked to the ground in embarrassment. Continuing down the path, she came to a large stone gate, arching over a larger stone bridge, filled with guards...she had reached the human capital Stormwind. And despite the building pressure in her guts, she was wide eyed, as she stared at the statues of heroes that surrounded the bridge, before anxiously looking around at the sheer amount of guards..."Mmm...one of them will figure out what I'm wearing for sure!" She thought to herself as she nervously walked over the bridge, holding her breath all the way. But, to her surprise, no guard said a thing, they simply watched as she passed by. "Pandarens do tend to have large backsides, so perhaps that could be the reason they didn't notice the extra bulge?" Camaki reasoned to herself. Her inner monologue was cut short by a loud BRRAAAAAAP that shot out of her asshole...Camaki blushed a deep red as she shot her hands behind her asscheeks, in an attempt to stop the gas from escaping, but merely squishing the mess she had already made more firmly into her fur...Camaki winced and squirmed, shaking her butt from side to side as she desperately tried to hold it...however... BRAAAAAP PRRRRFT BRAAAT More farts flew out of her soft ass...and she was sure something solid came out...but she had managed to stop most of the storm, as she hastily made her way to the nearest Inn.

The night flight went on as usual, but there was one thing. This time it was going without Sanya, and for Eila that was the scariest thing in the world. Not that she couldn't do the patrol without her Orussian lover, but she felt lonely. She stared off into the distance, occasionally turning her gaze to the almost blue crowns of the conifers. The weather was very cool for this time of year, but it didn't matter. What bothered her most was the fact that she was all alone. It made her feel nauseous every now and then. "Why isn't Sanya around? Is she having such a hard time recovering? It's just a simple pneumonia!" Scolded Eila to herself, turning her gaze away from time to time. She looked around, then looked down and gradually began to feel that her bladder was giving the first signals that it should be emptied. The girl thought about doing so during the flight, but gave up on that decision. It was necessary to get back to the base faster. A seriously ill friend was waiting for her there. The flight back seemed longer than it had been to the extreme point of the patrol, and the desire to relieve oneself was increasing by the second. A few kilometres from Berlin, Eila thought she could do it. This was the last point where she could urinate in the air. However, the desire to be at the bedside of the girl she loved was greater than anything else. She wanted to snuggle up to her friend's aching body and heal her simply by her presence. She immediately headed for the base of the 501 Wing location, literally as she flew, feeling her bladder increasingly asking her to relieve it. However, she cannot give this permission. A cool breeze hits her face and she tries to distract herself from the increasing pressure, which however is getting stronger. She rolls over onto her back and just stares at the moon and the stars, trying to count them. All this was done in the hope of distracting herself from the urge to urinate. And it seemed to be working. However, the first serious test began during the landing. Eila, as witches are supposed to do when landing, put her feet forward. The striker unit hit the concrete surface of the runway with a typical sharp thud. And at that very moment, Eila truly felt the despair coursing through her entire body. She wanted to grab her crotch with all her might, but as Suomus' best witch she can have managed to talk her bladder into waiting a little longer. Nor could she physically grab her crotch abruptly. Still, it is advisable to keep your hands in the air when landing, balancing slightly. The girl literally flew to the end of the runway and activated the emergency reset of striker unit. She wanted to write it off as an accident, but really wanted to get to the bathroom. She had almost forgotten that she had to care for her sick friend. As soon as the girl frantically, all the time mistakenly, hitched the unit to the launcher and put her mg 42 next to it, she went as fast to the toilet as she could... Every step echoed in her almost full bladder. The girl knew that her body would not last much longer and something had to be done. But she refused to show the mechanics and her friends her need. Only when she entered the staff building did she deign to move her hand to her crotch. However, the girl was in no hurry to squeeze there with all her might. She assessed the situation a little better and calmed down. Her body was ready to endure for no small amount of time, but the condition was already alarming. But somehow she knew that she was about to come to the washroom and relieve herself. Thoughts of the yellow stream flowing out of her and hitting the porcelain walls of the toilet bowl entered her mind one by one. The girl imagined the picture in different ways. Largely because she thought she could afford to think about urinating. - Eila hi. - Suddenly Eila, who was engrossed in thoughts of her own victory, was distracted by somebody. - Co-commander Minna…Hello… - Eila, I urgently need to assign you to look after my office. - The commander looked a little nervous. - But I... Um... - Tension flashed across Suomus girl face. (Suomus is analogy of Finland in this world). - No buts! - Minna exclaimed. Eila realised that there was no chance of avoiding this order. She might have asked, "Why can't Captain Barkhorn do it?" But she knew. The commander's orders could not be disobeyed at a time like this and despite her full bladder she opened the door of Minna's office. Her ability to predict vaguely hinted to her that the time for which she would have to take over the post was uncertain. But Eila knew that there was simply no going back. She made her way inside the office. She sat down at her desk and noticed that the commander didn't even say goodbye to her. Eila crossed her legs to her knees, squeezing her hips tightly together. That was all she went for. As long as she sat up it was easier to endure. She was well acquainted with the fact that arriving at base with wet pants was dangerous when on duty in northern latitudes. Despite her physical resilience to the irritants and the heat the module gave off, wet panties wouldn't end well. Eila knew how to be patient and knew that she would have to keep her bladder full again for as long as it took. Either way, there was no point in retreating. The girl would have to hold it on to it for as long as it took, but she could not understand that it would not end quickly. Eila was familiar with the basic techniques of what to do in such a situation. She had to squeeze her hips tightly together and try to thinking of something dry. - So good... It's not the first day in my life that I'm holding back urine, is it? - She asked herself and looked down at her white tights in the crotch area. She moaned a little and lightly stroked her stomach, realising that these touches only made her feel heavier. On the other hand, it felt unexpectedly pleasant. Eila herself was shocked that she was enjoying it. She had certainly heard of people who liked to hold their urine, but to do it like this... However, massaging your bladder and its bulge in this way for a long time is dangerous enough. She was, however, very aware of how this might end, so she slowly and gently moved her hand to her crotch. Suomus girl gently cradled her crotch with her fingers, placing one of them against the urethra. Images of her already sitting on the toilet and relaxing began to enter her head. But they urgently needed to be chased away. The girl stared at the table for some time. Her eyes skimmed the texture of the wood of the commander's desk. She took every action she could to mentally relax herself. Or rather not to relax, but to distract. Inhale - exhale. And so on until the urge was gone. But Eila knows it won't go away. She crossed her legs again and exhaled. Along with this, she felt the yellow warm liquid already ready to burst out. It seemed to be literally cutting her urethra. Eila just had to stop it from leaking. Just didn't let it leaking. But at that moment a few drops fell into her white knickers, leaving small yellow marks on them. The girl sighed and begin squeezed her crotch with both hand. In her youth, Eila had been in this situation many times before, when she was on the verge of losing control. But at that time she was usually already either standing at the door of the toilet, or already essentially sitting on it. And that one she was ready to wet herself on the chair where her commander usually sat. Fluid had already started to accumulate inside her urethra. She realised that the sphincter was no longer able to tighten with the same force. She squeezed her hips tightly, hoping to help him, but her body was unable to do so. She feels new droplets penetrate outwards, touching her panties. After a moment the girl realises that she won't be able to hold it in. The commander has been gone long enough and it is unlikely that Minna will return so soon. And so Eila decides to relieve herself in a vase of some kind. But there wasn't one vase nearby either. - I can't seem to hold it any longer... - The girl moaned. At this point, a small spurt of urine coming out of her body threw her into shock. The girl shrieked loudly and with all her might began to press on her crotch, thrusting her fingers covered with drops of hot urine into her urethra. Despair grew to an unbelievable stage. The rubbing of her thighs was no longer helping her patience. Even squeezing her crotch could do nothing to help her. A slight shiver ran through her body as another short trickle leaked out. A tear flowed down her cheek as she realised that she could no longer contain such flows. Chaotic and totally uncontrollable leaks became frequent in those moments. Eila knew she had only minutes to endure. After a moment, she accepted her defeat. But her body was no longer willing to let go of the urine. The body itself seemed to be fighting to the end. But these leaks were undermining her desire to hold on. It was over. The girl pressed tightly on her hands crotch and counted the seconds. After a while, the girl started catching even bigger streams in her hands. She squirmed, shuddered, and after a moment her body failed. The urethra, literally flaming with desperation, spurted out a stream of urine. The girl could not stop it. The yellow stream left her body at breakneck speed. Her panties were quickly soaked from the front, as was the part that was in contact with the stool. The white, thick pantyhose began to flood with streams of urine. And tears flowed from her eyes. Eila was still trying to stop, but she knew it was the end. - Noooo! Please stop! - But her words not helped her. Eila couldn't remember how long it had taken her to urinate. But when the last drops left her exhausted body and she laid her head on the table, she realised The puddle she had created was impossible to miss with even a cursory glance. The girl watched as the hem of her uniform and the sleeves became darker due to direct contact with the urine. The girl sighed. She realised that she had to take off her wet knickers, tights and socks. She also had to take her shoes off. It is not comfortable to walk around with wet shoes. The girl sat down to take off her shoes and could not help but notice that her flow was able to penetrate even here. Well. It looked like she would have to do the laundry her clothes. But what was taking the commander so long to return? - I wonder what she's doing? - Eila asked herself. If Eila really knew why Minna was in such a state and why she had so abruptly ordered the girl to look after the study, then Eila would understand her commander. As soon as Suomus girl complied with the order, Minna bent in half and clenched her buttocks without hiding. She had not felt such a strong urge to relieve herself for a very long time. She knew that because she hadn't gone to the toilet for a long time, sooner or later it would want to come out on its own. But she had no idea that she would not have time to perform all her duties. Yes, it is. Minna has long tried to endure it and endure the urge until she has fulfilled all her duties. However, after quite a while, in which she rocked on the chair and pressed herself against it, she realised - she couldn't do it. The girl left the office shortly before Eila appeared in the corridor and took the chance. Barely hiding the incredibly strong urge to poop Minna instructed Eila to watch the study and as soon as the door closed she leaned forward. The 501 Wing Commander squeezed her buttocks and moved her hands to her ass, trying to help her body. At one time she was jokingly nicknamed 'Wing's Most Powerful Ass', because she deatroyed enemy by her ass. But at the now the girl knew that everyone was equal before nature and she wouldn't last long. She could feel how it ramming against her gate and preparing to open her anus without permission. She sighed and went to the toilet. The hardest part was just holding on and trying to concentrate. Which makes sense. Minna was already at such a level of desperation that she no longer knew how she could support her ass. At one point she stopped and sat down on the windowsill. In that position, turd was unlikely to just come out. And it would be possible to think about what she would do next. She was breathing heavily and trying to work out which toilet she should go to. - The toilet doesn't work here...Oh...That hurts...Please wait a little longer... - Minna thought. - On the other floor the toilets are being cleaned... Only the one that's... Farthest away. She pulled herself up on feet with an effort, feeling her anus throb slightly, and squeezed her buttocks again with all her might. - Please…Not open! – Said she. When she felt that the situation had more or less stabilised, she once again took a heavy breath in her chest and walked forward. It was not a short journey. Her body could hardly take it anymore, and she was so far from the nearest toilet. After all, she had a long way to go to reach it. And given that it was the only one working, there might be someone there. However, the girl was no longer embarrassed that someone would hear her relieving herself. The girl felt like it was going to come out just a little bit more. But she stoically held on to it. She is, after all, the wing commander. And she holds the rank of colonel for a reason. Simply hold it. However, after walking a few metres, the girl bent almost in half, feeling her stomach sending her signals. These signals spoke of his intention to relieve himself. Whether Minna wanted it or not. The girl squeezed her buttocks with all her might, but felt her anus open slightly. She sighed sharply. It was so sudden for her and so close to defeat. Turd seemed to coming out just a few millimetres in front. But the commander's face showed only shock and a feeling of utter helplessness. Drops of sweat rolled down her face. But she made up her mind to continue on her way. Surrender now is stupid. She didn't make it down to the ground floor to the first toilet was pointless. The hardest part was going down the stairs in this state. Every now and then the girl's body was ready to unleash a new wave of despair and pain on her. Minna knew that if this happened, she would most likely lose control. Her hands were still clasped tightly to her bottom and she prayed to all the gods that no one wouldnt saw her like this. That said, it was worth noting that the girl was far from superstitious. However, after walking down the first flight of stairs she felt tears in her eyes. It was so hard for her that she had already started to cry. But she had to keep moving forward. Just keep going. She asked her body to wait a few more minutes. She knew that in her condition she would not make it to the toilet quickly. The second flight and the second staircase were particularly difficult. Here her stomach ached wildly again, and the poo moved a little further forward. Minna no longer knew how much effort to put into squeezing her buttocks. It just about stopped working. Her eyes began to go a little darker. Holding it were getting very difficult. The girl was already walking on the lowest floor, where there was a working toilet. So far she had not met anyone. She hardly knew what she was going to do when she reached her destination. After all, she would have to let go of her hands to open the door. Or at least remove one hand. And that would mean that her valve would be instantly breached. But she didn't care anymore. In the toilet she could poop herself as long as no one saw her shame. Between her legs, she shivered feverishly. Her muscles were overworked, drawing the last of her strength to keep the tremendous load at bay. It was agony. Minna felt it begin to come out. Her strength was simply not enough anymore. She tried to avoid defeat, but it was no longer possible. After a while, the girl finally was near to the toilet door. - No! No! No… - She screamed as it began to leave her body. – Please not coming out! Why it…Why won't it stop! Please hold it! Not moooove!!! The big, thick turd squeezed between her buttocks and continued move. It hit her purple panties, stretching them slightly. Minna felt that she could no longer squeeze. Her whole body seemed to tremble and just unload itself. The girl adopted a sullen expression on her face and walked into the bathroom. She went to the first toilet stall that suited her. As soon as she closed the stall door her panties stopped holding back the pressure and her poop started falling to the floor in front of the toilet. - I couldn't - Silently she said. Next, the girl just started cleaning up after herself. She thought it was a nasty business. But as if she had a choice? Minna felt extremely ill. She had plans to take a hot shower, but clearly not after this. Once she had cleaned up after herself in the toilet, she went to the shower room. Then she can wash her knickers and she would be fine. But this day will be remembered as the worst day of her adult life. It was very difficult. Sanya looked up at the ceiling. Her breathing was extremely intermittent and sparse. Her whole body was aching and feverish. She had been feeling incredibly ill for the past few days. As Miyafuji and the other doctors said, her life was not in danger. However, she felt extremely unwell. For some time, the Orusian girl stared at the ceiling and sobbed occasionally. She was thirsty and there seemed to be a slight feeling of nausea somewhere in the depths of her subconscious. The girl thought she was dying, but in reality she was just reflecting the effects of pneumonia. She did not know when or under what conditions she had fallen ill. But luckily it happened after the defeat of the neuroi and the liberation of Berlin. The girl carefully took the glass of water in her trembling hand. She had been thirsty for the last half hour. Yoshika had advised her to drink more, which Sanya adhered to. However, a problem immediately arose as to how she would go to the toilet. The girl felt that her body was too weak and she would not be able to walk properly on her own. So Lynnet, who was on duty at her bedside all the time, often helped Alexandra. Today, however, the lovely British girl didn't show up. Or rather, she left to help Yosika buy new medicines, as it turned out there was a severe shortage of antibiotics and other important medicines at the base. And Sanya was well aware that some of these medicines were for her own use as well. The girl drank half a glass of water. She felt she needed to drink more fluids and eat well. But there was hardly any appetite. She stared at the ceiling and blinked slowly several times. She did not know what to occupy herself with. Apart from her heavy and seemingly iron-chained breathing, she could feel her throat hurting. Her whole body shuddered from time to time. The girl slowly reached for the mercury thermometer. The girl felt that she had a fever, but she wanted to know exactly what kind. If it got really bad she could try asking for Gertruda Barkhorn to help her. Sweat rolled off her forehead and she felt her breathing becoming a little easier. Still she was on the mend, but it was very hard. She carefully put the thermometer on and began to measure her temperature. - This is so…Hard. – Thinking girl. There were long and harrowing minutes of waiting for the thermometer to take the temperature. The girl tried not to move. Breaking the mercury thermometer was the last thing she needed to do to ruin her week. It took quite some time before Sanya's delicate hand reached under her pretty nightgown. She pulled out a thermometer and was slightly disappointed. The device, though seemingly obsolete for our time, was quite accurate and showed her body temperature almost unmistakably. 39.4 degrees Celsius. This morning it was about 38.9 degrees Celsius. She started trying to look for medicine to bring the temperature down. But she could not find it. Then she still decided that she needed help. Even though it was very late, she decided to try and get a temporary 'health watchman'. - Trude! Barkhorn - san! The girl waited for a while and was already thinking of trying to call out again. But at that moment the door of her room opened and Gertrude walked in with a kindly sisterly smile. In spite of her smile, the Karlsland witch face showed her lack of sleep and the fact that she had been awakened in the middle of the night. But the girl had endured more than that. She approached Alexandra and asked. - What with you, Sanya? - I need an antipyretic. Please... Gertrude began to rummage around the girl's bedside table, where Miyafuji had a number of vials of medicine. In our times, they could all be lumped together into a few simple remedies known to everyone. But now it was the 1940s, and the right amount of medication, and even during the war, was very hard to find. Finding the right one was difficult, but Trudе never managed to do so. - Here's the bottle, but it's empty. - Slowly the girl replied. - There are only painkillers. - All right, give me some painkillers. - Stretched out Sanya. - At least it'll make my bones ache less. - Poor girl… Gertrude handed the medicine to Alexandra on a small spoon and she modestly swallowed it. Sanya looked extremely strange, when she did it. But it was also true. The medicine was incredibly bitter, and so the girl hurriedly drank it down with water. - Спасибо…(Thanks) Gertrude took a cloth from a nearby basin and placed it on the forehead of the girl who coughed several times. There was a look of obvious concern on karlsland girl face. She stroked her friend's head and said softly. - Everything is going to be all right, Sanya. Don't worry. - But I’m not worry, Barkhorn-san. Go sleep. - Was? Ok. Good night Sanya. Barkhorn quietly walked out the door again, leaving Sanya alone with herself. However, her friend suddenly realized one thing. - Я хочу писать…(I want to pee…) – Thinking Sanya. The girl felt at the same time that she could not go to the bathroom. Not that she felt bad at all, but she decided to keep it. She was setting herself a completely impossible goal. It was too long until morning. But her mind was clouded by illness. That's why this decision seemed logical to her. The girl squirmed a little and rubbed her thighs lightly. Alexandra felt that her tired body simply would not allow her to get up. It was getting very hot. Or cold, for the girl was shivering slightly. She coughed hard several times. Her lungs seemed to ache with incredible force. How she wished her illness would finally begin to recede. In a moment, however, she was able to concentrate. Still, her main problem now was an almost full bladder, not her high fever. This fullness was felt. That liquid that Sanya drank in the evening slowly drained into her bladder. And there was nothing she could do about it. It was clear that her body could hardly hold out much longer. But her mind clouded, and so she just looked at the clock that was ticking slowly in her room and sighed. She was determined to hold urine. At one point a water balloon displayed in her head that resembled her bladder, and it was filled almost to the brim. The girl decided not to call anyone else, but to concentrate directly. The clock was beating its rhythm. And the minute hand slowly but surely moved forward. However, Sanya tried not to look at the clock. It was too frightening by its mere presence. It felt like time was moving forward at half the speed it should. Soon the girl began to realize that there was actually a lot against her in this situation. She is still forced to look at the clock purely out of curiosity. And their rhythm seemed to turn into an eternity. And Sanya began to realize that in order to last she would have to wait a very long time. But the weakness was too strong. Soon the girl realized that she would not hold out. It was simply impossible. - Моча теплая…(Urine is warm) - Said the girl. The thought of it leaking out on its own was unbearable. Sanya realized that she should have agreed to the night potty. But it was too late. Her lips curled slightly the first time it happened. Thoughts that the warm liquid from her body might actually warm her up took hold of the girl. It all came together into a logical picture. Her sphincter began to slowly give way and soon a few drops were inside her urethra. She didn't have the strength to just hold it in herself. She slowly grabbed her hands between her legs... She felt as if she could feel those drops in her urethra. And soon the girl released drops into her panties. A few drops were followed by a small and light trickle. Sanya instantly strained her fingers, trying to keep herself from leaking. - Кажется немного протекло. (It seems I have pee a little.) Sanya didn't remember how long it had been since the first small leak, but her despair was growing more and more serious. The fluid was already literally demanding to be able to leave the sick girl's body in peace, and she whimpered a little. More drops of sweat appeared on Sanya's face and then she coughed several times. - О нет! Нет! Нет! Нееет! (Oh no! No no noоo!) – Cried girl. A stream left her body in this moment of weakness. The girl had heard from Yoshika that everything in the body is interconnected in one way or another. And what's to say, she knew it partly herself. So she just got upset that the flow had left her body and started trying to stop it. Her hands clamped down on her pajama pants and she pushed them with all her might between her legs. The warm current passed through her soft, snow-white panties without too much trouble. It immediately began to spread over her pink pajama pants. A stain began to show on them. And the girl slipped her hands into her panties. Her hands pressed against her urethra and stream began to wash over her fingers. A stream of hot fluid flooded her palms and passed through them. The girl squeezed the sphincter out of the last one and crushed the urethra with her fingers. That proved to be enough. The flow subsided slightly and then stopped. Sanya realized that she was going to pee herself. But she had no other choice. The girl closed her eyes and set a goal to endure as long as she could. In addition, the fact that the fluid was flowing out so unevenly gave her incredible pleasure. After a while she felt the urge to urinate again. - Я буду бороться до конца. (I will fight until the end!) - Thought the girl. Soon the girl realized again that fluid leakage was inevitable. This time on her own. Without the help that her body was distracted. She lightly stroked her crotch with her hands still buried in her underwear. A warm stream gushed out into her palms. It felt so good and so wet. The girl exhaled and accepted the defeat of the battle. It was a long battle, but the girl decided that was it. She had had enough. The battle was unbearably hard and it was time to end it. When the flow dried up completely, she modestly looked at her watch. It is worth noting that the fluid was not leaving her body as quickly as it seemed. It was about two minutes. However, Sana enjoyed the sensation so much. After all, she was still trying to stop the process. - Truuude!!! Epilogue In the morning, Sanya's and Eila's clothes, panties and sheets hung modestly after being washed. Gertrude Barkhorn did the laundry for everyone. Minna chose to hide her shame. She cleaned the bathroom at night and secretly washed the panties herself.

Living in Nowhere: Story Two Warning: This story contains messing. It is contained, however if that is not your thing you may want to stop reading now. I get it's not for everyone and want to warn you ahead of time. Also has some sexual themes so please be advised. This is part two of my last story. I hope you guys like it. I may edit it as I see fit. Most importantly, I hope you enjoy:)! Begin: It’s been two days since the accident in the woods. While grabbing things for the house they were thinking about it all day. How dirty it was. But how good it felt. They pushed away the clouds causing them to day dream and focused on the shopping. Salem was in town grabbing some things for the house before they started writing for a few days. The ride home was long but the sights were pretty. Fall is so beautiful around here. Salem loved watching the trees pass by as they drove home. The mountains in the distance were coated in orange and red from the leaves of the trees. It was usually great inspiration to write. But right now all Salem can do is get lost in its beauty. Once Salem got home, they put everything away and went upstairs. They put on a cute comfy pair of pjs and sat right at their desk. The writing would begin. A few hours had passed now and It was getting late in the evening. Salem's room was getting dark. They were sitting “criss cross apple sauce” comfortably. A half full tea mug sits steaming as they read. Being comfortable helps Salem focus. They were wearing an oversized sweater and some comfy cute black pj bottoms that sat tight but comfortable on their skin. They had been writing for hours and now they were stuck. They needed a language to use for the new “magic” system that was going to be in the world they were writing. After struggling with having writer's block, Salem started looking through old spiritual text books they had collected over the years for inspiration. They found a book titled “continued research on old magic”. As Salem flipped through the pages, they found a page that looked promising in a section called “unpronounceable magic ”. Salem starts to scan through the page when a feeling comes over them, almost like a mystical force takes them over but they can’t figure out what. They felt almost controlled, but relaxed. It begins to guide their now heavy eyes to one of the words on the page. It is almost as if something was calling to Salem from within the texts. They spotted one sentence in particular. “Hidr tofui lebn” Salem said aloud. As the words left their lips, an odd feeling filled the room. It felt like something made them do it. They tried to think of a proper explanation, but it was too late. Something inside their head clicked. Their eyes shut and Salem began to feel trapped in their own mind as darkness filled their vision. After a few moments of stillness, Salem just shot right up out of the chair in front of the desk. With their eyes wide open and looking up they were almost being pulled by their cheeks and chin upward. Like a hand was grabbing then and pulling them up. They were pulled with such gentle force, that they just barely knocked over their tea in the process. It tipped and spilled out. But it was so quiet and smooth, Salem wasn’t phased. All they could see was a bright and comforting light. Thoughts began to rush into Salem's brain as they stood there, standing and looking straight up with their knees buckled and mouth agape. They looked up in awe. Drool began to come out of their wide open mouth. Thoughts and ideas flooded their brain. Words wizzed passed, ideas, histories, anything you could think of. All this information was filling their head. For a moment Salem felt great. It was dark. As if a peace had come over them. But as quickly as that feeling came, it left. This fear creeped over them, so primal and yet so real. They couldn’t do anything to help it, but they began to soil themselves. Still trapped in their mind, Salem stood on their tippy toes. The seat of their underwear began to feel squishy, followed closely behind the feeling of hot liquid dampening thier crotch. Salem was soiling their pjs. Pee began pouring down their legs, filling the slippers that they wore.They could feel and hear the crackling as a bulge was developing around their round posterior. The tight pjs began to bulge and stretch. They could feel the seat of their underwear fill up and pour into their tight pajama pants. A puddle was forming where they stood. But Salem could only feel the sensations. They didn’t even notice the growing puddle they now stood in. As their eyes looked up dumb founded with fear, some voice said “sit”. They couldn’t tell if the voice was in the room or their head. But as if hypnotized by the fear, they listened and sat down. They sat down in their mess. They felt so dirty doing it, but couldn’t help it. They were both scared and mystified. As those feelings crossed their mind, something else began to happen. They couldn’t see it but they could feel it. Salem's fear began to leave. A different feeling began to take over from within.. just like that day in the woods. That memory of being such a dirty fox. Salem remembers this feeling and is instantly aroused. Salem had finally found a way to snap out of it. As this realization was made, the helplessness began to fade. They began to regain control of their arms and they began to rub their crotch. They were blushing in their seat. Breathing subtle and steady. A smile came over them as they blushed and drooled. It was like the time in the woods, but better. The voice muttered in a tone most confused and angered. But no words could be made clear. This did not send fear into Salem’s mind, it was to preoccupied with other things to hear it now. They kept thinking how naughty it was, and that they were so scared they soiled their pj’s. Salem finally reached climax in spectacular fashion. Mouth agape and drooling as they let out a moan. Their orgasm spread all over their body. Making them relaxed with the pure joy of it. Salem snapped back to reality. They could see their surroundings now, not just feel them. They looked around and moved their arms, ears, and tail. They were sitting at their desk. They thought maybe it was a dream? But Salem felt a squish in their seat when they moved. The “dream” was real and they were sitting in their mess as proof. That was no dream, Salem thought. It was the magic in the book. They needed to learn its secrets. But first, they had to be prepared. It was clear that anything goes when reading this book. And what happens in Salem's head, happens outside of it as well. That was only a test of what the ancient “magic” had to offer. Next time Salem would come prepared. As good as the orgasm felt, the mess after is a lot to clean up. They would do their best not too, but they needed something to contain a mess just in case for now. The thought of having to wear diapers was a bit embarrassing for Salem. But needed to be done. Besides, the feeling of doing something so taboo was starting to excite Salem. But enough for now, Salem has a lot of work tomorrow. They need to get cleaned up and head to bed. The hunt for diapers starts tomorrow. This magic book needs to be explored fully. End. -Hope you enjoyed 🙂

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