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  1. Hey everyone. Since I got a new computer, I decided to make a new story on here. This time not interactive, I'm afraid, since the last few interactive stories I made sort of petered out and never got going again, I figured I'd just do a regular story and see where it goes. I hope to get a lot of chapters of this done, so let's-a go. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP "Ugh..." Jessie rolled over in bed, turning off her alarm. It had been 2 days since she decided to board the space station, and while she loved it, mostly because she loved space, what she didn't love was how early she had to get up every morning. It was a rigid schedule, and one she had never been used to following. The blonde girl got out of bed, letting her straight shoulder-length hair fall down as she stepped into some slippers. She had been sleeping only in a shirt and panties, as she was prone to do. Jessie yawned as she walked drowsily to the bathroom. After doing her business she stripped and got in the shower. The water was cold at first, but it quickly warmed up. Another thing she loved about this space station, there was always warm water. Something she didn't always have at her apartment back home. After showering, Jessie dried off and went out to her wardrobe, picking out her clothes for the day. Luckily they didn't have any strict regimens about what the passengers could or could not wear. They did have specified uniforms, but those were only for missions that called for them, like skin-boilingly hot planets, or planets with a dangerous atmosphere. After a few minutes, Jessie decided to put on a plain white t-shirt and black shorts, as well as some comfortable flats. Walking out of her room, the cold, sterile look of the giant lobby of the station made her frown. "This place could use some redecorating," she said to herself as she walked up to a large console in the center of the room. This could tell her where the ship was going. She noticed it was headed for Octon VIII, a planet which was known for etiquette and good practices. Great, she'd have to be on her best behaviour. At least it wouldn't be landing there until the next morning. Until then she was free to goof off if she wanted to. Noticing her stomach growling, Jessie took an elevator down, to the largest cafeteria she had ever seen in her life. It had been 2 days, and she had been there at least 6 times, but she was still in awe of how massive it was. As she looked around at all the different food shops, oddly enough none of which were name brand, she decided on a bagel place - fittingly, one of the only shops open at 7 in the morning. As Jessie sat down to eat, she bumped into one of the other passengers. "Sup, Jessica?" Jessie tensed up hearing her full name, but then smiled over at her friend Marie. The blonde started eating, drinking a lot since the bagel was pretty dry. "Not a lot, Marie. Just woke up. Pretty tired. Y'know, the usual." Marie chuckled. "Yeah, I get that." The taller girl had black curly hair, brown eyes and a bit of a pudgy body, which also meant D-cup breasts. Jessie felt a little jealous, since her skinny frame only allowed for B-cups, but she wasn't about to admit it. "So, um..." Jessie looked around in her mind for something to discuss. "You... looking forward to visiting our first new planet?" They had already been to close planets, ones that everyone knew about, but this would be the first one that no human had ever been to. "Yeah! Octon sounds cool! I hear they've got some strict practices there, though..." The duo talked for a little while, even long after their respective breakfasts were finished, and they went their separate ways. Jessie decided to explore the ship a little more, something she didn't really have time to do either of the previous days. They'd be landing the next morning, so while they were in flight there wasn't much they strictly had to do. Jessie got onto the elevator and pressed the button for one floor up. It wasn't quite the residential areas, so she wanted to see what was there. She took her drink with her, which she thought was a good idea. As the blonde arrived on the next floor, she saw that it was like one giant mall. It had all sorts of shops and stands and kiosks... it even had a huge fountain! Jessie smiled, and realized her bladder was filling up a little. She checked her watch... 8:00!? She figured she and Marie must've been talking for a while longer than she thought they were. Ignoring the feelings, since they weren't even that strong yet, Jessie did a little window shopping. She spent a while walking around and looking in through the shop windows, seeing what there was. Some had some really neat-looking alien devices and gadgets, Jessie wondered what they did. After about an hour and a half, Jessie noticed her bladder twinge. "Aah..." she looked down at the bottle in her hand. The drink was really good, it was like and orange juice mixed with some other kind of juice, maybe guava or mango or something, but the bottle had sort of an alien look to it... it was probably a stronger diuretic than most Earth drinks. "Dammit..." She looked around for any sort of toilet, but she couldn't see any, at least not any close ones. Walking over to another panel, this one with a map loaded, she checked where she was and looked up to see if there were any bathrooms on the floor. "Oh, shit..." she noticed one on the other side of the floor. "I-it's so far away..." She was only about 6/10, but it was still a little hard to hold. Jessie pressed her legs together a little as she walked slowly but surely towards the elevator, which wasn't as far as the bathrooms were. "W-why is this damn place so big?" she wondered aloud, as she pressed the elevator button. She figured if she could get to her room and use the bathroom there it'd be the shortest route. As the elevator arrived, Jessie saw another of her shipmates, Zoe. Her green hair (probably dyed) came down to her neck. Her flat chest made her look a little androgynous sometimes, but she never seemed to mind. "Where to?" Zoe asked. "U-up to my room, please." Jessie tried to stand still, standing upright to try and make it seem like she didn't need to pee. Zoe would take full advantage of that. She wasn't mean, but she would sometimes playfully tease the others. Zoe nodded and pressed the elevator button, before taking a water bottle out of her pocket, taking a big sip. She put the cap on and held it in her hand, which was fidgeting a bit, making the water swirl around. The sound was enough to make Jessie squirm. Zoe looked over at her and smirked a little, intentionally making the water bottle shake a little more. "Ngh..." Jessie closed her eyes, before finally the elevator dinged and they got up to her floor. "Th-thanks, Zoe!" She ran out and headed towards her room. She was definitely at a 7, maybe an 8/10 now, that drink was really working! 2 hours and she was at an 8/10, she figured the drink must be pretty strong! As Jessie walked towards her room she had to put a hand on her crotch to try and hold it all in, even having to stop a couple of times on the way so she didn't leak. Finally as she got to her door she opened it with her keycard and ran inside, heading straight to the bathroom. "J-just in time..." she got her shorts off as she sat down on the toilet, letting the torrent go. "Ahhhh..." She closed her eyes happily, the release felt good. After she was finished, Jessie heard a knock on her door. She opened it, only to find a package. "Huh..." She grabbed the package and took it inside, opening it up on her bed. It was a small grey disc with a button on it. She pressed the button and a blue-ish hologram came out. "Greetings. You've probably heard that we are on course for the planet Octon VIII," came the familiar voice of the commander, the one who talks to them from somewhere off the ship. She assumed he was still on Earth somewhere. Fair enough, she supposed, he was a busy man. "On this trip it is crucial that you are all on your best behaviour. Wear some fancier clothes, and make sure if you take a drink you don't spill a drop. The people of this planet are extremely picky about etiquette and you will be put to death if even a single drop of any liquid spills on their ground. And they will know, since their ground is super fertile, and will start sprouting the minute any liquid touches it." Jessie tried hard to memorize the information, as the hologram disc looked expensive, like something she wasn't allowed to keep. "We will be landing at about 6 am. You must be up and ready by 8, as that is when we will be meeting with their people. Do not be late. Over and out." Jessie took the disc back out of her room, looking for a place to put it, before being told by one of the robot maids that she could, in fact, keep it. "Oh! Um... thank you." She smiled and pocketed the small device. "It's amazing the technology they managed to find for this place." At about noon, Jessie had some lunch and enjoyed an off-brand cola. It wasn't Coke, but it was still nice. She wondered why so many of the things on the ship were off-brand. Probably because it was an experimental thing that was only proposed the last year. Another couple of hours later and the blonde found herself in a movie theater. "This place is massive..." she muttered to herself as she looked around. A few hours later, around 5:00, she had some dinner, and a large smoothie. One she blended herself, using various fruits she had stored in the fridge in her room. As well as some ice cream. It was more like a milkshake, but Jessie called it a smoothie. She went out to the big console again and checked the course. They were getting pretty close. Doing some research on the planet, she found out that the planet is completely natural. No man-made structures. "What do they do when they...?" she was interrupted by Marie, who hugged her from behind. "Jessie!" Marie smiled. "You ready? This planet's gonna be so cool! It's like a gigantic forest, with some plains thrown in!" "Heh, yeah..." Jessie was a little worried, not as ecstatic about it as Marie seemed to be. "Um, it says here that there are no manmade structures on the entirety of the planet." "Huh... neat!" Marie smiled more. She was always overly-enthusiastic. It warmed Jessie's heart to see. "Yeah, I guess it is." Jessie smiled a bit. "What's wrong?" Marie asked. "You nervous?" Jessie nodded. "We're going to another planet, what if we break a rule? What if they arrest us?" "Don't worry," Marie said, "We'll be fine!" And with that she got up and left. Jessie thought about it a bit more and nodded. She knew they'd be fine. 5 hours later and the planet was within sight from any of the giant reinforced windows that lined the ship's exterior. Jessie looked out at it from her room's single window. "Wow..." She smiled. "So beautiful... no wonder we're going there." Jessie noticed the time. "Uh-oh! I'd better get moving if I want to get to bed in time!" She quickly went in and showered. She did need to use the bathroom again, so the water running over her half-full bladder made her squirm a little, but she could hold it fine. As Jessie exited the bathroom, after relieving herself one last time, she put on some comfy sleepwear and went right to bed. The next morning, Jessie woke up and looked at her clock. "Oh man, 7:30. I slept in a bit. That's ni-" she suddenly realized what that meant. "7:30!? We're meeting at 8!" She rushed out of bed, jumping in for a 5-minute shower, not even waiting for the water to really warm up, before putting on some more formal clothes - a blue button-up shirt and black dress pants - and heading out the door, ignoring her bladder completely. It had really filled that night, she was very full, but she figured it was better she not be late! As Jessie headed to the gigantic bay doors, she saw the other passengers all gathered around. "There you are!" Marie smiled, hugging her friend tightly, putting unwanted pressure on the girl's bladder. Jessie squirmed and hugged back, before Marie let her go and she crossed her legs. "Um... w-when will this be over?" "I dunno. A couple hours, maybe?" Marie shrugged. Jessie's eyes grew wide and she considered leaving to go and use the bathroom, as even when she first woke up she was at a 7/10, but soon the doors opened and the crew was led off the ship and into a nice, lush forest, full of every tree imaginable. Even some that didn't exist on Earth. Jessie tried to keep herself focused on not letting herself leak, as she remembered the warning about these people being ultra clean freaks and not wanting anything spilled. She took shallower breaths than normal, to try and keep herself dry. The group was led past the forest, to a huge field that had been set up with chairs. Apparently flown in from another planet, as these people don't have anything man-made. Jessie looked around to see if she could see if there had maybe been a bathroom flown in too, but she saw nothing. She sat down and crossed her legs tightly. Unfortunately for the desperate blonde, there was a waterfall right nearby. She bounced in her chair, squeezing her muscles tightly to try and keep it in. A few 'presenters' came on, even a hologram of their ship's commander. Jessie could barely focus, the sound of the rushing water making her hold herself. She really didn't want to do that, at least not in front of so many people, not in her fancy clothes, but she had no choice. She was at an 8/10, getting worse by the moment. Conversations dragged on, people spoke to one another. The scenery was brilliant, the trees decorated everything nicely, and the planet's emerald green sky looked beautiful, and coated the trees and grass, enhancing the green and making them stand out more. It was pretty warm, too, a nice and warm 23 Celsius. Jessie couldn't really focus on that, however, as she was just about ready to pop. The 20-something blonde was constantly squirming in her chair, unable to keep still, as she squeezed her muscles shut, her peehole twitching underneath her dress pants and plain black panties. Her hands were placed firmly between her legs and her legs were crossed so tightly that her hands were actually starting to hurt. People had turned to look at her, but she didn't care. She was at 10/10, and needed a bathroom immediately. The conversation had been going on for a while now, and Jessie felt like her bladder was going to burst. As she looked down to check she noticed it was actually bulging out. Putting a solitary finger on it and pressing in very lightly nearly made her lose it. Jessie crossed her legs tighter, wrapping one around the other with a small whimper. She was sweating, but not from the heat. She looked around, and her eyes focused on the waterfall. The green sky gave it a slightly yellow tint... it almost looked like... "NGH!!"" She grabbed herself tighter, her feet banging against the ground. She needed to keep herself dry, under threat of the death penalty... or at least, that's what she had been told. She wasn't sure if it was completely true... but even if it wasn't, she'd face humiliation in front of her peers and at least a dozen members of this alien community. Finally the event ended and Jessie got up, the sudden change enough to shake her bladder around, sloshing its contents all around and making her almost lose her balance. She tried to walk back towards the ship, but it was a long walk, and she wasn't sure she could make it... "Hey, Jessie!" Zoe patted her on the back, making her shudder. "Me and a couple of the other girls are gonna go swimming. Wanna come along?" Swimming would definitely make her lose it! "Um... n-no thanks, I-I'm alr-right...!" "Aww, c'mon! You never get to go swimming when we're on the ship! Grab your swimsuit, we wanna party!" "I-I thought w-we had t-to s-stay fancy..." Jessie said, her legs quivering. "We did!" Zoe said. "But they said now we can do whatever. II asked if we could swim and they shrugged and said sure. Apparently even a few of the natives are gonna join us." "W-wow..." Jessie nodded. She figured if she went inside to get changed, she could use that time to go the the bathroom, so she nodded. "O-okay, I'll be out soon!" She smiled and turned around, walking as quickly as she could back to the ship. Finally she got back, the giant doors opening for her as she walked back to her room. She had to stop to hold herself a number of times, almost spilling her contents entirely onto the ship's floor. 11/10, her desperation had skyrocketed and was only going to get worse if she didn't get to the bathroom soon. Finally, Jessie got to her room and opened the door. "U-uhh..." she noticed a maid's cleaning tools outside of her bathroom door, much to her horror. "N-n-no... no no n-n-no..." she walked over and banged on the door. "Cleaning!" was the only response she got. "I-I need i-it n-now!" She yelled, banging on the door. "It can't be used right now, not for a while." Jessie tried the door, but it was firmly locked. She figured the others were probably waiting for her, and she wanted out of this stuffy outfit anyway (she never did like dressing up), so she walked up to her wardrobe and got undressed. Looking at her nude figure in the mirror, Jessie saw her bulging bladder. It looked... weirdly impressive, in a way. Like she was going for a world record or something. Suddenly, a small couple of drops leaked out and Jessie grabbed herself tightly again, her now-exposed pussy quivering as she walked slowly back over to her wardrobe, grabbing her 2-piece swimsuit and quickly slipping it on. It was a nice light blue... which would mean any little stain would show up instantly. She smiled, fighting back tears as she put the top on, keeping her legs firmly and tightly crossed so she could have at least 1 hand free. Her bladder bulge was much more pronounced in this form-fitting attire than it was in the fancy clothes, she wondered if people would notice and point it out. As she stepped outside her room, something she didn't think she'd be doing without first using the bathroom, Jessie noticed the floor of the ship was nice and warm. Not too hot, but being made of metal it had retained some of the heat from the planet. She wasn't sure she'd still be holding onto her massive load of piss if she stepped her shaky bare feet onto a freezing metal floor, so she was thankful for that. As her room's door closed behind her she grabbed herself through the bikini, walking slowly back to the giant doors. As Jessie stepped back outside, she looked for the girls and noticed they were in the water already... right under a waterfall. She gasped and crossed her legs MUCH tighter than before, her whole body quivering from the pressure. She managed to compose herself and walked over, dipping a toe in the water. It was a little cool, making her almost lose a lot of her load, but she held on tightly, tighter than ever before, and stepped into the water. The girls noticed her massive bladder bulge as she stepped into the water, and Zoe looked at it curiously. "What happened?" she asked. "Huh? W-what do y-y-you mean?" Jessie responded, trying not to let the water constantly pouring out just a few feet from her get to her or make her lose it. "I mean this!" Zoe poked at her bladder bulge and Jessie gasped, closing her eyes and grabbing herself again, backing up right into the waterfall. That made her gasp even more as the cool water pouring over her made her bladder twitch and spasm. "I-I-I..." She breathed shallowly, almost holding her breath at this point. 13/10. Explosion imminent. Zoe put an arm around her, the other girls looking concerned. "You okay?" she asked. "I-I c-c-can't h-h-hold it..." she crossed her legs under the water. She had never, ever held this much before, not even close. She quickly got out of the water (which dried up on her instantly so as not to spill anything on the planet's surface) and was immediately crippled by the pressure, falling to her knees. "A-a-aaah..." Marie, who had been talking with some of the others, saw this and approached her. "Gotta pee?" she asked. Jessie simply nodded in response. "Can you hold it just a little longer?" Jessie looked up at her. "W-w-why?" "I can lead you to my room and let you use my toilet." Jessie nodded. "Th-th-thanks M-Marie..." she felt some yellow liquid pressing against the inside of her urethra and she fought it back, squeezing harder. Finally she got back to her feet, walking as quickly as she could, which was still at a snail's pace, with Marie. Marie, looking concerned for her friend, had an idea. "Hey, c'mon." "H-huh? W-where a-a-are w-we g-going?" she asked. "My room's too far, we're going to the cafeteria." Jessie nodded, just wanting to be able to see as soon as possible. She felt her pee right up against her, she brought it back again but it took a lot of effort. She squeezed her muscles tighter, squirming and pressing her legs right together. She would have crossed them, and crossed them tightly, if she could while walking, but she had to settle for this. She was surprised she could even still walk at the moment. As she was walking, Jessie looked down at her poor, distended, twitching bladder bulge. It looked like it felt: like it was about to pop. Like a water balloon threatened by a million pins. As they finally got to the elevator, Jessie leaned against the back wall and crossed her legs tighter than before. So tight that she swore she'd cut off the circulation to one of her legs if she kept like that for long enough. As they got to the cafeteria floor they saw one of their shipmates, Jamie, drinking one of those tropical orange juices from the bagel place. It was sloshing around, and she even had some on her shirt. Jamie was always a bit clumsy. This sight made Jessie lose a little, leaking onto the cafeteria floor. "E-eepp!" She held herself tightly, falling to her knees again. "What's with her?" Jamie asked. "Oh, she's gotta-" before Marie could finish her sentence, however, Jamie tripped, her drink flying out of her hand and spilling all over Jessie. Jessie gasped. The sudden chill of the cold drink. The yellow tint. The wetness. It was all too much, and just like that, the floodgates opened. Her pee poured out of her like a faucet, soaking her bathing suit as she tried but failed to stand up, struggling. Tears filled Jessie's eyes as she looked up at Marie. The yellow stuff still flowing out of her, Jessie looked down to see her bladder bulge shrinking. And it felt amazing. The sudden release of all that built-up pressure was almost orgasmic. She actually almost moaned. Her body shivered from the bliss of release, something it had been denied for about 12 full hours. As it kept going, Jamie was no longer the only one watching, as a couple other people, mostly cafeteria staff, gathered around as the seconds turned into over a minute. There was a huge puddle Jessie was now sitting in, and Marie and Jamie had moved away from. As she finally finished, Jessie, now having regained strength in her legs, quickly got up and tried to run, but ended up tripping and falling. She got up again, this time more carefully, and walked to the cafeteria bathroom. She teared up a bit more as she saw herself in the mirror. She had peed herself in front of at least 5 people, her bathing suit was soaked through. She couldn't keep wearing it! ...Right? She could always pass it off like she was swimming... but the smell might give it away. Plus, she'd know, and she'd be disgusted. She was easily grossed out by that kind of thing... if it was a skirt, then maybe, but this was clung tightly to her body. Plus... Jessie had always been a little bit of a closeted exhibitionist, so... this might be exciting. she saw it, if nothing else, as an opportunity. If anyone asked, she'd have an excuse. As Jessie took off her bikini, she realized she didn't have her keycard with her. She cursed under her breath and, covering her exposed pussy and B-cups with either hand, she walked out of the bathroom. Being naked in the cafeteria was weird. She'd always thought about doing something like this, but actually doing it made her heart pound. She made her way quickly over to the elevator and pressed the button, hoping nobody could see her bare butt from where she was. Jessie was a fairly modest girl, so carrying her wet bikini in one hand while running around in the nude was certainly strange. As she got onto the elevator, with someone else on it, she retreated into the corner so they couldn't stare at her butt. "D-don't look at me... please..." The person shrugged as the elevator came to a stop. Jessie got off and ran out, making her way to a laundry hamper that one of the maids left outside a room and quickly dumping her bathing suit inside. "There... n-now to just..." She took the opportunity to search through the clothes, but as expected they were all dirty, since it was a laundry hamper. "Ugh..." She quickly ran, luckily she knew there was an office on her floor. The receptionist could give her a new keycard. Having to go and talk to someone, naked, made it even more thrilling, and she could feel herself getting wet in a different way. As she walked through, she started to relax, even relaxing her hands, since she seemed to be the only one on the floor. Unfortunately, however, as she turned a particular corner, a bunch of people were coming in, and a few noticed the naked blonde. "EEEP!" She gasped and ran, covering her body again. A couple of them pulled out their phones to take pictures, but she was long gone by that point. Thoroughly embarrassed and humiliated from before, she finally made it to the receptionist's office. "I-I..." She tried to think of a lie, and the best she came up with was "I... l-lost my clothes... could I get a new keycard, please?" The receptionist blushed and nodded, handing her one. Jessie took it, briefly uncovering her breasts to do so. "Th-thanks...!!" She figured it was not the most rational decision to strip, but she really didn't want to stay soaked like that for so long... plus, her exhibitionism and general kinkiness took over her rational mind at the time. As Jessie ran out, she made her way back to her room and used the keycard to open the door, making her way inside and flopping down on her bed. "I can't believe that happened." She thought about the whole event in her mind, and realized... after that day, nobody on the ship would look at her the same way again. She just hoped her bladder would never, ever get that full again. Jessie quickly got dressed again, before sitting on her bed, going over the situation in her mind again and again, remembering every little detail... and hoping against hope itself that on the next planet, fate wouldn't be so cruel. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So, that's the first chapter! As always, feedback is heavily appreciated.
  2. Hello there. This is my first story I have ever posted here. It might not be really good. Warning: This contains a little bit of swearing. Some side notes: The story is fully fictional. The ranks of the astronauts are some of which are usually given on the space shuttle missions, I am not sure if they are also used on the missions launching on a sojus. The preparation in this text is just how I imagine it could happen, maybe somebody here knows the details a bit better, I would love to hear some ideas for improvements. There is in fact a project where there are veggies being grown on the ISS, but the first ones will be sent back to earth for analysis, in future they could in fact eat their own self grown vegetables, but I have not heard of salad. Probably Sarah would not be at her house before this rocket launch, they usually have a city where they live and problems like those here are not very likely to happen. This is the first of probably some stories about a woman flying into space and desperating in some special situations. I would classify this as Omorashi, but also as Omotsu. Right now there are no sexual actions planned. Have fun reading. The clock rings. She wakes up. She is feeling something wet and around her crotch she sees a big, yellow puddle in the white bed sheets. She has already accustomed to this, this has becoming normality for quite some time now, but she does not want to use diapers, as many other people she sees this as a humiliation. She mumbles a swear. “God damn it.” It takes some time until she realizes she could not even clean the mess up. It has to wait. Hopefully somebody will clean this up when she is away. Maybe having worn a diaper would have been better, after all. But she will have enough time with diapers in near future, today is the day she will begin her journey to the ISS. Reading the New York times she is eating her breakfast. On the 7th site there is an article where they wrote about her mission. “Robin Turner, Sarah Bond, Lisa Russel first to eat space grown veggies”. NASA did an experiment where astronauts grew veggies and salad on the ISS, sent it back to earth to have it analyzed whether people should eat this or not. It turned out that these plants are very much eatable, and the three are the first ones to do a long term test during their entire mission. Robin is her best friend and the crew commander, whereas she is the flight engineer and Lisa is the pilot. Sarah laughs. They are still using those old Soyuz rockets to reach the ISS, but eat “space veggies” as they called it in the newspaper. After twenty minutes of reading she stands up and brushes her teeth. She grabs her suitcase, drives away. But in her excitement she has forgotten to use the toilet. Unfortunately at the time she will become aware of this, she does not have the time to drive home, because if she gets into a traffic jam Sarah will not fly to the space station, which is the reason for her not to going back. Sarah lives in Lakes Charles, according to her satnav it takes about two hours to get to the Johnson Space Center in Houston. Bad luck, there is in fact some traffic jam. And having not the biggest her bladder it starts to hurt tough not having drunk much yet. After three hours of driving she arrived at the destination and heads to the launch preparation center. Robin and Lisa are already here. Robin, who is of course excited, too, hugs her. He and Sarah know each other since university. Some time later, she drinks some water and then she starts suiting up. They have their launch gate in three hours from now, concentrating on not forgetting any important devices she does not notice her pee bulge which has grown and she should really pee now. Standing naked in front of the mirror she looks at herself and feels distressing that this nice body will be losing some of its appeal after this mission. The reason for this is that up there she will need much less force to move herself. But for now this is not a problem to solve. When Sarah looks into the mirror she sees circa 1.70 meters tall, woman with brown curly hair and a light skin color. Her breasts are lighter than the rest of her skin and although they look pretty large and full, her back is a bit smaller than the regulated reader would think. Now she has to do what she always tried pushed away. As every astronaut, Sarah needs to put on a nappy on space walks, also known as EVAs, and rocket launches. NASA has their own special nappies with a their logo on the front, but a nappy is a nappy and nothing she wants to wear, even more on the basis of her increased accidents. But looking at herself she thinks she looks even better in this diaper, it is emphasizing her beautiful butt and lining it to a bit more voluminous shape. It also feels very nice and snuggles against her plain skin. Maybe this is not as bad as she thought it is, she even tends to like them. She would never admit this, though. I mean, what kind of grown woman would like to wear nappies? Anyway, Sarah needs to go on, now putting on her orange space suit. The elevator is screeching. The rocket is even bigger than what she expected and she can hear the wind going over the frost on the rocket and some coldness is coming from it which does actually feel very good against the hot weather today. The Soyuz rocket is has got four boosters, a second and a third stage, on top of it there is the Soyuz spacecraft in which they are going to rendezvous with the international space station. The rocket is circa 46 meters high and has a diameter of 10 meters at the bottom. The elevator is fairly slow and it takes some time until the three astronauts are at the height of the capsule. Now its 30 minutes until takeoff, and Sarah now feels the pain againt which makes her want to use the toilet, but she can not go back, even if she wanted to, she would not get back into positon in time, she tries to hold it even longer. Finally they have reached the top of the rocket, enter the capsule and let themselves being tightened up in the seat. Unfortunately the belt is pushing on Sarah's bladder which makes some extra pressure and for her very uncomfortable to sit still. Another man comes in and brings tablets on which they can say goodbye to their friends and family. Robins and Sarah's have all come to watch the launch and they talk together to them, they are having some great moments, but Sarah could not enjoy it as much as she would have without her urge to pee. As far as the two can tell Lisa’s people did also come, but they do not know them. Fifteen minutes later they stop the conversations over the tablets; the man who brought them goes and takes the devices with him. As time elapses Sarah gets more and more uncomfortable. She remembers that she is wearing a diaper, so in theory she just could let it go. This would end her desperation but result in her wetting herself again what she would not quite appreciate. The seat belt is still pushing against her bladder and it is hurting very much now. Sometimes she is frightened that she is wetting herself, but she noticed very fast that her diaper is still dry as ever. She starts crossing her legs as far as she can, which unfortunately is not much in this kind of clothing. But maybe just letting go might be a good idea. But what would the other persons say if they noticed her wet diaper? She realizes that it is still three more minutes until launch. One minute before launch she starts to put her right hand into her crotch, but she feels that she starts to leak a bit. She is uncrossing her legs, but in the laying position this is not very easy. There are serveral warm waves coming out of her which are staining her diaper yellow at the area where her pussy meets the soft absorbent white material of her diaper. Then she is hearing the countdown: “ten… nine… eight… seven… six…”, a short leak goes into the diaper, Sarah crosses her legs again, “five… four… three… two… ” At “two” the rocket starts vibrating very much, after this she hears “one… launch!”. The rocket is now vibrating and accelerating strongly. This is the moment everything is vibrating far too much and the pressure on the bladder has increased since the rocket pushes underneath her. Her bladder is doing the final push, she tries to hold it all back in, but feels the fluids spreading warmth around her private parts and soaking her diaper. Now she gives in completely. She is peeing full force wetting herself. An almost orgasmic feeling overcomes her in the moment of the sweet relief of the salty pee entering her nappy. The warmth is spreading from the front down to the back and up to the top now making the whole diaper warm and yellow. She even thought whether she heard some hissing, but it is safe to suppose that what she hered were the rocket engines turning more fuel to water than she could ever pee in her entire life. After she has finished wetting she realized that she is already 500 meters over the ground. The pictures she sees filmed by the cameras outside the rocket look stunning and she starts feeling better. She is on her way to the ISS now. Thank you for reading this, I hope you enjoyed it. I am more of a technically versed man, adding to the fact, that I am not a mother-speaker, for me this was the first time doing something like this. I’d like to have some feedback on how you liked the setting of the rocket launch, some improvements to the language or just other things. I wrote on this three days.
  3. I was wandering if anyone here has/does play Space Station 13. It's a good game, with player-ran servers ranging from Low-RP places like Hippie, /tg/, and Goon, medium RP places like Colonial Marines, /vg/ and a few others.. Then High-RP like Baystation, Aurora, etc..
  4. Does anybody know of any good Star Wars fanfics? I like star wars a lot, and there arent many star wars omo fanfics out there.
  5. A VISITOR TO TRITON by Write And Left I looked across the Manhattan skyline and watched streams of aircars travel at the various levels of the city. “It is good to be back on Earth, Doc,” I said, “but I still miss that girl I met back on Triton.” “Lie down on the couch and tell me about her,” said Dr. Emily Gleeson, the shrink that the Navy forced on me. “Why should I?” I asked. “No one takes me seriously when I talk about her.” I stared at the ceiling and paused. “No one takes me serious at all. Why should I bother if you are not going to take me seriously?” “Just humor me,” she said. She flicked her Tablet with a finger, obviously going through her notes. “Tell me about Alison Randall.” Why not? I thought. I would just tell her everything about the girl I left behind on. Maybe she would believe me. “Well it started back when the Orion stopped by for my regularly scheduled relief...” ### The alarm blared in my quarters. The relief ship was arriving. I had been stationed on Triton for two years and my relief would finally take over so I could return to Earth and go to the next place the Navy wanted to send me. I had requested Mars, the second most populated planet in the solar system. Triton Station had a crew of one: just me. Before the advent of Faster Than Light travel, Triton acted as a way station at the edge of the solar system. The newer FTL ships would blink into and out of existence at the orbit of Saturn, thus they never needed to come way out here. Only the slow boats came to Triton, and as soon as they arrived in the solar system, they upgraded their engines to FTL and never returned to Triton. The only slower than light ships around were those that left before FTL’s invention. Still there were quite a few out there and Earth command wanted someone out here to greet them. Since I was stationed out here, the only ship I had seen was the one that brought me out here to the butt end of the solar system. The Orion was the second ship I saw, but it had come from Earth to relieve me. “USS Orion,” I spoke into the Mike, “this is Triton Station. I look forward to your arrival.” I then waited the two minutes for my message to travel the eighteen million kilometers back and forth to the ship. After the wait the speakers sounded, “Sorry about this, Triton Station, but the ship is in plague status. No personnel may be transferred from our ship to the planet. We are at quarantine. A container of supplies will be dropped to you.” My heart sunk. I was stuck here and I would be alone for who knows how long until the Navy saw fit to send another ship out here. “How much longer am I stuck here?” I asked. “We sent a message to Earth and they sent another ship immediately. Your estimated time of arrival is six months.” I clicked off the radio and swore. There would be another six months of not feeling the breeze on my cheeks. There would be no pizza from Manhattan Pie Company and worst of all, no people to talk to. The loneliness that I had put behind me for the past two years suddenly came to the forefront of my mind. ### “So Alison Randall never arrived on the Orion,” asked my shrink. “Of course not,” I said. “She arrived on the bulk carrier, the SS Fortune.” “Go on with your story then,” she said. ### In the weeks that followed, I became more and more despondent. I was still imprisoned on Neptune’s largest moon for five more months and I was bored. I had watched every holovid, read every text drama on my Tablet, and even went so far as to write my own stories. One night, at exactly midnight, I heard an unexpected alarm. A ship was arriving, but this ship was transmitting a distress signal. Triton Station had one shuttle stationed there and I ran to the shuttle. The message attached to the distress signal said that the ship was rapidly losing air and that they needed help. I wasted no time. The ship was dark; the only light came from the day side of Neptune, but I piloted the shuttle closer and closer. The ship was completely dark. There were no running lights and no indication of anything approaching life, but I continued onward. As I drove the shuttle around the ship, I saw a horrible tear in the hull that went across all five decks of the ship. There would be no survivors unless they were suited or they were trapped in an airtight compartment somewhere. It was a bulk carrier. It is a common enough ship even today. It contained five decks and a spine to which cargo containers were attached. The only difference between it and a modern FTL ship was the massive fusion tanks on the tail end of the ship. Modern ships replaced most of the tank space with an FTL engine. I drove the shuttle around until I found a hatch where I could enter the ship. The only good hatch was on the spine. I set my coffee on the copilot’s seat and went inside to look for survivors. I floated through the spine of the ship and watched for any signs of life. There was air there, but as I walked forward of the spine the hatches all had red pressurization faults. All five decks were airless. Since I couldn’t get to the main hull of the ship, I walked aft. That is when I saw her. “I’m from Triton Station. I am here to rescue you.” She was young, probably in her early twenties, but dirty and disheveled. And she stank like a bad environmental plant and lack of showering. “Everyone else is dead,” she said. I took her by the hand and put her in the co-pilot seat in the shuttle. “I’ll take you back to Triton Station,” I said. “You’ll be safe there.” She was too shocked to say anything else, so I just let her be silent. She had just lost the rest of the crew of her ship. ### Dr Emily was tapping her Tablet and looking up stuff while I talked. I knew she was not just taking notes. “What are you looking up?” “Just reviewing your log for the incident,” she said. “Oh?” “But...,” Dr Emily started to say. She must have thought better of it. “Just finish your story.” ### Alison sat in silence on the way back to the moon’s surface. I thought I saw a tear in her eye, which was only natural since there were no other survivors on her ship. However, the tears were there for another reason. I pulled the shuttle into the dock and went toward the airlock and motioned her to follow me, but she wouldn’t move. “Come on in,” I said. “There is food, clean clothes, and showers.” She gave a sheepish look and then stood up to reveal a circular wet spot on the co-pilot’s chair. Her face turned red as she looked down at her seat. “Um,” she said, “I have trouble getting to the bathroom.” I sighed and we left the shuttle. Once in the passageway, I stooped down and caught a cleaning robot that was rolling along the corridor and took it back into the shuttle with me. I dropped it on the co-pilot’s chair and returned to the passageway. The girl stood there waiting. “I will take you up on that offer of a shower and clean clothes.” “Of course,” I said. I took her to my quarters where the only working shower in the small station was located and motioned her inside. I went back to my bedroom and opened my drawer to look for something for her to wear. I was a bit larger than her, so I just picked a t-shirt, and some shorts for her. The shorts would obviously be big on her, but she cinch the belt tightly around her waist. I slipped into the head and set the clothes on the sink. After that I slipped out. She finished soon after I left. I had never met a woman on Earth who took such short showers, but she was from a space ship and water is scarce, especially on a slow boat traveling between the empty gulf between the stars. When she came out of the head, the T-shirt and shorts looked quite large on her, but she smiled at me. “Thanks,” she said. “Are you ready for dinner?” I asked. She rubbed her stomach. “Are you kidding? I haven’t eaten for three days. I was trapped in the spine of my ship and couldn’t visit the galley or the rest of the ship.” “Well let’s take care of that.” I lead her to the galley and started taking packages out of the boxes of supplies that lined one wall and covered the galley tables. I had emptied the container that was dropped and brought everything inside and just put it along the wall. I pulled out some pre-made chicken cordon bleu and made that. In all I made four servings, figuring that we would probably each eat two. I was hungry too. She took a bite and then began to hungrily shovel in the food. “This is so good,” she said. She paused to take a drink of Kool-aid and then shoveled more into her mouth.” “These are space rations,” I said. “They are not really considered the best of cuisines.” “These are new rations then,” she said, “Our food has to last years and I bet you these would taste bad too if they were in storage for decades, even with the effects of relativity.” “Yes, I guess so,” I agreed. “I don’t think I could stand to be on a ship that long between ports.” “It’s tough,” she said. “I am on my first push out from Epsilon Eridani. We were to go right back after stopping at Earth, but forty years will have passed when it’s only been four years four me. My parents will be in their nineties. The trip after that, I would have been visiting my sister’s great grandchildren. I wanted to be a spacer though and signed on with the first ship that would take me.” “Wow, you must have just left before...,” I started to say. She put down her fork. “Before what?” she asked. “I don’t know if I should tell you, but I will. About twenty years ago ships started getting faster. You could have been home already.” “How fast?” she asked. She picked up her fork again and took another bite. She had a look of relief on her face. “I thought something horrible had happened.” “Faster than light,” I said. “A journey only takes the amount of time needed to go far enough away from the sun and then it is instantaneous.” “How far away?” she asked. “I could get home next year?” “Depending on the spectral type of the sun, it varies. In the solar system it is about ten astronomical units.” I heard a pattering sound coming from beneath her chair as she stared at me open mouthed. I looked down and saw a growing puddle. When she noticed what she did, she looked down and turned bright red. She looked at me. “I’m so embarrassed. What you said took me by surprise.” She stood up and looked down at herself. “I get like this when I am taken by surprise. Perhaps I should be wearing diapers.” I was inclined to agree with her. “What happened on your ship when this happened?” I asked. “It’s just been happening the last couple of weeks. They put me in EVA diapers. I heard they were going to beach me on Earth because of it.” She shuddered. “Well you are pretty much stuck here on Triton until a relief ship comes. We are about twenty astronomical units out from where any ship goes anymore. The only reason we keep Triton open is to support stragglers.” “Stragglers?” she asked. “People like you. Slower than light ships that left before they came home to find out that the universe changed and transportation is faster. Anyway, I have some EVA diapers. You probably should wear them until we find out how often you wet yourself.” She sighed. “Well okay,” she said. “I will.” She got up and I led her to the airlock. There were spacesuits there. Some were for walking across the planet, but others were for fixing ships in space. The station used to be a lot bigger and at one time it was a full support base. Now it was just an outbuilding with a section converted to quarters. The full supply of spacesuits and accessories were there. I opened a cupboard and found a pack of EVA diapers and gave it to her. “Well here you go,” I said. “We can travel quickly throughout the stars, but we can’t figure out a better way to pee while wearing a spacesuit.” “Well that works for me,” she said with a smile. She hurried into my quarters to change. When she emerged she wore only the diaper and the t-shirt. “I can find you another pair of shorts,” I said. “They made me dress like this when I was on the ship,” she said. “I’m used to not wearing pants with diapers.” “Suit yourself,” I said, “but you can still have shorts if you want.” “That’s okay,” she said. “It’s quite warm in here. So what do you guys do for fun around here?” I showed her my Tablet. “You can either read books or watch movies.” I showed her how to access both. ### “So you say you dressed her in EVA diapers and a shirt and she didn’t mind?” asked Dr. Emily. “No she didn’t mind,” I said. “She will testify to that fact, that is, if anyone can find her. No one will tell me what happened to her.” “How about you finish the story.” ### That night (if you can call it night, because the southern hemisphere of Neptune is constantly in daylight) I set her up on one of the couches in the staff lounge. Before going to my quarters to sleep, I showed her where the head was in case she needed to use the restroom in the middle of the night. I made sure she had plenty of blankets and was comfortable before I returned to my quarters to sleep. I woke up later with a soft, warm body pressed up against mine. It was Alison. She was fast asleep, but I woke her up anyway. “What happened?” she asked. She stretched and turned to look at me. I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. “You must have sleep walked or something. You crawled into bed with me.” “Oh, yeah.” She yawned and stretched again. “I couldn’t sleep all alone. The ceiling creaks and the couch is uncomfortable. Besides you are cute. I want to sleep with you.” “What? No,” I said. “Go back to the lounge and sleep on the couch.” “Please,” she said, “just for tonight.” “You’re too young. I’m almost thirty and you...” I paused because I didn’t know how old she was. “...are too young.” “What’s the date?” she asked. I told her. “Well I am almost forty-one,” she said, “and that makes me a cougar, but plenty old enough.” “A cougar?” I asked. “What’s that?” “Nevermind,” she said, “I am plenty old to share your bed. I only look twenty-two because that is my subjective age. My objective age is forty-one. Besides, we are just sleeping.” “Fine,” I said, “but tomorrow night you are going back on the couch.” “Okay,” she said. I turned and went back to sleep. She never did go back to the couch in the five months we waited for the relief ship. ### I woke up late the next day. Alison was gone. I figured she was in the bathroom, but I didn’t hear water running. I got up and went inside and looked around. She wasn’t there. I wondered where she could have gone. I was about going to do a tour of the station, but then I heard a thumping sound coming from the galley. I raced to that compartment to see if she was okay. She was standing on counter wearing just her EVA diaper and t-shirt. She held a bunch of food containers and was stacking them in the cupboards. “What are you doing?” I asked. She pointed to the row of cartons stacked along one of the walls of the galley and stacked on the tables. “I am stowing the supplies,” she said. “I am also rotating the stock here. We might have to stretch the food a bit since we have two people here and your planners only planned to supply the base for one.” “There is plenty here,” I said. “I agree,” she said, “but I didn’t find that out until I started to inventory the food. Although if worse comes to worse and we are out here longer without resupply, we can take the shuttle back up to the Fortune and raid the galley there. You got proper suits and stuff and according to the chart, the Fortune is in a stable orbit of Neptune.” I looked around. She made a lot of progress on unpacking the food supplies. “You’ve thought quite a bit about this,” I said. She reached for my hand, which I took, and then jumped from the counter. “Of course,” she said. “I also should try to earn my keep.” I was please her restocking effort, but I also felt a little guilty for not doing it myself. It was not like there was anything else for me to do and I was required to restock instead of letting the supplies sit in the hallway. The only thing I had done besides parking the dry goods on the tables and against the wall was pulling the pallet of frozen goods into the freezer. ### That evening we ate a feast. The proper ingredients were easier to find and Alison gave the meal a woman’s touch. We even had a salad before the meal and she had crawled through the frozen foods to find some ice cream for dessert. She stuck her fork in the lettuce and held it up. “This is pretty good,” she said. “Where do you get green lettuce?” “Um,” I said, “all lettuce is green. That is how it grows on Earth, except there it is greener and not freeze-dried.” “Lettuce is black on Epsilon Eridani III. Most plants are black there. You can only see the amazing color patterns if you wear infrared glasses. Most animals and insects see in infrared on Eridani III, so no plants are really colorful to humans.” “Sounds depressing,” I said. “Well, I grew up that way. How much difference can colorful plants make?” she asked. “Women like to get colorful flowers,” I said. “In fact my wife used to love it when I brought her flowers, especially when there wasn’t a holiday. I brought them to her because I loved her.” A wave of disappointment washed across Alison’s face. “You’re married?” “She died in an aircar accident,” I whispered. It was all I could do not to cry. “We argued the last time she and I spoke, and now she is gone.” “I’m so sorry,” said Alison. She paused for a moment, but apparently thought it was okay to say what she was going to say. “I know how you feel. I argued with my parents before I left on the Fortune. With time dilation, I thought I wouldn’t see them again. I don’t know what happened to them or anyone else I left behind. I felt guilty about it for the whole trip to Earth. That’s probably the reason I started wetting.” “But now you can go back home in about six months and see them within the year,” I said. “That’s true, but Mom and Dad are almost seventy. I hope they are still around when I visit again.” We finished the meal and by the time we started on dessert, the conversations had moved to lighter subjects. “They usually just spray paint the leaves of existing trees and flowers when they do movie scenes that are set on Earth,” she said. “Of course now with FTL, they can now bring real Earth plant seeds to use in sets.” “They’ll probably need to use special lights if they want them to grow,” I said. Suddenly an awful smell filled the air. I wrinkled my nose and then looked around for the source of the smell. “Oops,” said Alison. Her face turned red and she smiled slyly. “You didn’t?” I said astonished. She took one last bite of her dessert and then stood up. “I’ll go shower,” she said. She turned and waddled away with an obvious bulge in the back of her EVA diaper. ### The next day I caught her in a wet diaper. “Alison,” I asked, “are you trying to get to the bathroom on time?” “I am wearing a diaper,” she said. “I don’t really need to worry about getting up to use the restroom. Besides you don’t tease me like the other crewmembers of the Fortune.” I sighed. “You know you can become dependent on diapers if you don’t try to avoid accidents. You don’t really want to deal with diapers when you get to the beach on Earth and want to wear a bikini.” She nodded. “You are being nice about this. I still might have accidents, but I promise I’ll try to make it to the bathroom.” “Good,” I said. “That is all I ask.” After that she made more of an effort to get to the bathroom. She still used her diapers at night when she was in bed, but I didn’t notice her sitting in a wet diaper as often during the day. ### When we had been together for almost five months, the incoming ship alarm went off. I raced to the control room and Alison followed behind. “What’s that sound?” she asked. “Our ticket to Earth,” I said. “We can tow your ship back to Earth so you can sell your cargo and then arrange passage back to Eridani. You might even make enough on your cargo to buy an FTL drive for your ship, make repairs, and head back home to see your parents.” “I’ll believe that when I see it,” she said. I picked up the mike. “Gemini, this is Triton Station. Please state your ETA and intentions.” I waited for the time for the round trip communication. “This is Gemini. ETA is six days and our intentions are resupply and relief for station personnel,” the voice from the speaker said. “There is a straggler ship in orbit around Neptune,” I said. “Will a trip to tow it back to the inner system be possible,” I asked. “The ship’s hull was breached and most of the crew were killed, but one surviving crewperson was evacuated to the station. Will passage for her be possible?” I waited for the communication lag again. “Yes,” said the transmission from Gemini, “we’ll clear some room for an additional passenger.” “Here that?” I said as I turned to Alison. “I told you they would...” My voice trailed off. Alison was gone. ### “None of the crew of Gemini could find any trace she was on the station at all,” said Dr Emily Gleeson. “Why do you think that is?” “I don’t know. She had to be on the station somewhere. No space suits were missing and the shuttle was the same way I left it when we arrived from the Fortune,” I said. “Where was there to hide on the station?” she asked. “Never mind. Please finish your story.” ### In the final week when I was awaiting the arrival of the relief ship Gemini, I search the station from top to bottom looking for her. She was nowhere to be found. I searched the galley, the lounge, my quarters, the restrooms, and even the sanitary tank reservoirs. The latter was the most disgusting place to look, but I didn’t care. I had to find her. I then checked the shuttle. It was in its slip and it was empty. The cleaning bot I had put on the chair had even cleaned Alison’s pee stain. It was still trapped in the immaculately cleaned shuttle and fled through the door as soon as I had opened it. Obviously no one used the shuttles. I also checked out the suit lockers. All the suits were accounted for. I suddenly had a horrible thought. I quickly readied a suit and put it on. I then exited the station through the only airlock in that building. What if she had left without a suit? I walked all around the station, even though I knew she couldn’t make it ten feet without a space suit. Triton’s outdoor temperature was almost 400 below zero on the Fahrenheit scale. I finally went back inside. The crew of the Gemini found no sign of her either. Finally, I had to get on the ship and go home alone. Instead of going to Mars I was sent straight to Earth. ### “So what is the official story about where she went?” I asked. “She never existed,” said Dr Emily. “You made her up.” “But she was there. I saw her. If she didn’t exist, then who put away the supplies? Who did the deep cleaning of the station? Who did I talk to for almost five months?” It was a ridiculous idea the Alison Randall did not exist. “I suppose you are going to say that the SS Fortune doesn’t exist.” “No,” said Dr. Emily, “I’m not. I am going to say that Alison Randall never came down from the Fortune once you saw her.” She pushed a button and a wall panel moved aside revealing a view screen. “Watch the view screen.” A camera moved around the inside of the SS Fortune. The floating camera came to a door that said, “Spine.” An arm reached up and opened the door to reveal another airless compartment beyond. Inside a body floated. The figure was frozen in the moment that air had escaped the compartment. She was trying to pull on a space suit but hadn’t got it pulled up higher than her legs. She only wore a t-shirt and an EVA diaper. “They all died two months before they reached Neptunes orbit. That’s Alison Randall floating there. She was dead all along. Your brain pulled her image off out and used her so you wouldn’t have to think about your loneliness.” “It can’t be,” I said. “Who wet the co-pilot’s seat in the shuttle? Surely the video log in the shuttle caught that.” “It did,” said Dr. Emily. “It showed you knocking your coffee over onto the co-pilot’s chair.” She pulled up another screen and I saw the coffee cup fall over and create a circular wet spot on the chair. “No,” I said. “It’s not her.” I pointed to the other view screen. “That is some other girl. Alison came back to the station with me.” “Look,” said Dr. Emily. The body rotated until I could see her from the front. The nametag area of her shirt said Alison Randell. She looked the same as Alison, but her skin was a bluish shade. She almost looked like the way my wife when they dragged her body from the crashed aircar. I felt empty then and I felt just as empty now.
  6. As I know a lot of people have had bad experience with ABU in the past, I wanted to say that I've now had three pleasant ordering experiences (including contacting through Customer Service to get a special size) with them. Prompt delivery and friendly customer service. Looks like they've turned around for the better. If you're curious about the new Little Paws or Space diapers they're now selling, I'm going to definitely say to give those a try. Both diapers share the same "fit/shell", so they fit the same, but the print is different. Just got a case of the space for my partner a week ago, and they've worked great. The little aliens disappear as the diaper gets wet (I feel so horrible about alien murder :P), and they just fit well. Tape stuck on nicely, and they offer wide coverage over the hips that helps them stay up. As a note, they do offer QUITE a bit of padding in-between the legs, so if you like that waddly effect (or don't), be aware that it provides it more than other types of diapers (notably the Bambinos). For those that like lots of desperation and flooding, they handle flooding really well. No-restraint wetting (on the third wetting) was still holding fine. Capacity on these is huge.
  7. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2016

    So after beating Legend of Dark Witch 2 in all its entirety, I was in a mood to play more shooter games, so I dusted off my PSP (it’s not that old) and I started playing some space shooter games (shmups as they’re called). I watch the opening cutscene, I press start and begin shooting aliens. Immediately as my thumb hit the D-pad, I remembered why I never liked playing space shooters on the PSP. The D-pad really sucks…and it hurts my thumb. So I just downloaded the damn game on a PSP emulator, (PPSSPP) The game I’ve been dying to play, Darius Burst. Made by Taito, an awesome side-scrolling space shooter, and probably has the most kickass soundtrack out of the Darius series, check it out if you don’t believe me. You can choose which path you want to take, which leads to multiple final boss fights. In all the Darius games, there’s always an evil robot whale battleship called “Great Thing” that you fight as one of the final bosses. Weird name, I hate him, he’s really hard in all the games he’s in. After you beat the game, you usually fly off to your next mission, but this time around, they decided to show what the main character looks like…and it’s a cute/hot-looking cyborg chick with a metal visor with robot cat ears. Ok, I thought, so I guess she’s as good a character as any to draw in a diaper, while I’m still drawing the soldier types. Obviously Great Thing caught her at a bad time, so she really let him have it. OH! And one thing I really like about the series is when the boss shoots his giant gun at you, you can blast him back with your giant energy beam cannon, cancelling his blast out. It’s always an awesome F-CK YOU! moment when you overload the boss with your final attack.
  8. An interesting read indeed. http://www.businessinsider.com/nasa-pooping-space-challenge-winner-thatcher-cardon-2017-2
  9. Before opening her eyes, Lynne gradually awoke. The feeling of a subtle chill on her skin brought her to a half-awake state. Her fingers and toes wiggled in the stuffy air of the chamber as her eyes perceived the gradually-brightening light. After a few attempts, she drowsily opened her eyes and maintained a sleepy gaze. Her frail attempts at making fists marked the beginnings of true re-animation. From inside of the frosted, circular window, she noticed the nurse pressing buttons and heard mumbled speech. Slowly, her pod shifted her body from laying flat to sitting at an angle. As she further gained consciousness, she licked her dry lips and groaned at the murmur of her empty stomach. A sudden hiss startled her, and she continued to flex her weakened muscles. The chamber door finally swung open, causing her to delicately shield her eyes with her frail hands. Lynne continued to focus up, finally recognizing Nurse Diane and her assistant. As the murmurs of speech became more clear, Lynne heard bits and pieces of Diane's medical analysis. As Diane spoke, her assistant diligently filled out a form on a handheld computer. "128 pounds...internal temperature is at...5 foot 6". She started to wake up more rapidly, highly conscious of her hunger and thirst. Towards the end of the examination, she saw Diane briefly lift her gown, stare at her crotch, and say "She's wet, up to the fourth mark. Better put her on the list". Attempting to speak through her painfully dry throat, Lynne croaked "What?" Diane turned to her. "Oh, talking already! You must be starving. Petra, bring the tray over here please." Her assistant responded "Right away, Diane!", then wheeled a tray over. On the tray was a tall glass of water, a bowl of oatmeal, and a banana. Next to the food was a spoon upon a napkin. Gaining strength, Lynne immediately reached for the glass of water. "Careful now!" Diane warned, steadying Lynne's shaky grip on the glass. Lynne began by taking short sips, but quickly increased the pace, gulping down the water. She smiled, took a moment to breathe, and reached for the spoon. She stirred the oatmeal and ate small spoonfuls from the edges as Nurse Diane filled her in. "We're in orbit above Tau 6001 now. You and your fellow cadets will embark for the surface soon. This is your first time going through hypersleep, right?" Lynne nodded, rapidly shoveling the oatmeal into her empty stomach. "Can I have some more water, please?", she asked. "Sure thing!" Petra cheerfully replied. Petra walked over and fetched the empty glass. She bent over to reach a small faucet, refilled the glass, and returned it to Lynne. Lynne's motions grew increasingly stable, and she barely shook when she downed the second glass. With her newfound strength, she found the task of flexing and making a fist easier. She felt less cold, and her shivers were gone. Lynne attempted to move her legs. She felt something thick, soft, and squishy between her thighs. Curious, she lifted her gown to see what she was wearing. From her brief, embarrassed glimpse, she surmised that she was wearing a thick, tabbed diaper. Moreover, her face turned beet red when she realized that it was soaking wet. Before she could speak, Diane chimed in. "We remove the urine-catching system a few hours before you wake up, to test your bladder muscles under normal sleep." She paused, gathering her thoughts. Lynne anxiously waited. "There's probably no need to worry, but since you had an accident we put you on a watch list--" Lynne interrupted, frustrated and embarrassed: "What kind of list?! Who will know about this?!" Diane maintained her composure. "It's a medical list, so patient confidentiality will be kept up. It's a preliminary list for candidates that may have endured some, let's say, bladder weakening." Lynne, desperately attempting to regain her composure, asked "preliminary list?" Diane nodded. "We recommend that you be changed into a fresh pull-up to test your daytime bladder control. If you wet yourself again, we'll see to it that you get the care you need." Scoffing at the idea, Lynne replied coldly "I do not need to wear a diaper. You can take me off your list." Slightly less sure, she added "This was just a one-time thing, I only uhhh... used the diaper because of the hypersleep drugs." Diane attempted to reassure Lynne: "This is a very common occurrence. Girls coming out of hypersleep in a wet diaper aren't always experiencing bladder weakening, but you'll be glad if you are protected later." Seeing Lynne's disheartened expression, Diane added "And it's not a diaper, it's a pull-up. No-one will notice under your jumpsuit. And really, lots of other girls will be wearing pull-ups too. It's just a precaution. If you can manage to stay dry for just six hours, you'll be taken off of the preliminary list." Lynne smirked. "I told you, I don't need to wear a diaper. I get that you don't think much of cadets and all, but this is just ridiculous." Diane sighed, knowing that Lynne had made up her mind. "You don't have to wear the pull-up. Just let me take this off of you so you can get a shower. Orientation begins in twenty-eight minutes. Your jumpsuit and belongings are in the shower room." Uncertainly, Lynne replied "Okay..." as Diane lifted her gown. Lynne turned away with a beet-red face as she heard the ripping sound of four tabs being undone. "Lift up, please," requested Diane. Lynne lifted her butt, allowing Diane to slide the soaking garment from beneath her. Lynne looked at the diaper briefly; the massive set of padding was completely yellowed. Diane set it in a deep trash can bearing a bio-waste symbol. Excited to bathe herself, Lynne felt the sticky, residual urine on her skin. Quietly, she thanked Diane, then swiftly moved to the shower room in the center. As she drew closer to the shower room, Lynne heard the excited hubbub of newly-awoken cadets beneath the comforting heat of a long-needed shower. Though the floor was someone cold to her bare feet, Lynne felt a drop of sweat running down her leg. At least, that's how she perceived it.
  10. Last week I finished listening to the audiobook the Martian (which I would recommend to anyone in a heartbeat). I enjoyed it a lot and, as you would expect from an omorashi fetishist, immediately dove into the disappointingly small world of space omorashi. I was only able to find one story about the subject, but if I looked a little further into it I would be able to find a few more. I wanted more, of course, so I researched the true science behind omorashi in space. What I have found so far, is this: "The urge to go is different in space," says Weinstein. There is no early warning system as there is on Earth. Gravity causes liquid waste to accumulate on the floor of the bladder. As the bladder fills, stretch receptors are stimulated, alerting the bladder's owner to the growning volume and delivering an incrementally more insistent signal to go. In zero gravity, the urine doesn't collect at the bottom of the bladder. Surface tension causes it to adhere to the walls all around the organ. Only when the bladder is almost completely full do the sides begin to stretch and trigger the urge. (..) "And it's the same with BMs." I looked less into the whole BM part, because, you know, I'm not really into that, but I found this incredibly funny. “Oh — Who did it?” Young and Cernan: “Who did what?” Cernan: “Where did that come from?” Stafford: “Get me a napkin quick. There’s a turd floating through the air.” Young: “I didn’t do it. It ain’t one of mine.” Cernan: “I don’t think it’s one of mine.” Stafford: “Mine was a little more sticky than that. Throw that away.” Young: “God Almighty” (laughter) (...) Cernan: “Here’s another goddam turd. What’s the matter with you guys? Here, give me a —“(laughter from Young and Stafford)Stafford: “It was just floating around?”Cernan: “Yes.”Stafford (laughing): “Mine was stickier than that.”Young: “Mine was too. It hit that bag —“Cernan: “I don’t know whose that is. I can neither claim it nor disclaim it (laughter).”Young: “What the hell is going on here?” (from the Apollo 10 transcript) Real-life Astronauts To Space Movies: Wear Diapers http://www.movienewsguide.com/real-life-astronauts-space-movies-wear-diapers/101847 Jessica Chastain interviews NASA's Tracy Caldwell Dyson: How do astronauts go to the toilet? http://www.digitalspy.com/movies/news/a670683/jessica-chastain-interviews-nasas-tracy-caldwell-dyson-how-do-astronauts-go-to-the-toilet/ On space shuttle missions, each crew member receives three diapers — for launch, reentry and a spare in case reentry has to be waved off and tried later. In other sources it is mentioned that astronauts are also given diapers (or MAG, maximum absorbency garments, pictured below) for EVA's (going outside the ship) longer than six hours. The Scoop on Space Poop: How Astronauts Go Potty Space Toilet Technique: NASA's How-To Video This is the story about Alan Shepard, the first american to go into space. “Man, I gotta pee,” he finally radioed to Cooper, stationed in the nearby control blockhouse. “Check and see if I can get out quickly and relieve myself.” With only a 15-minute flight scheduled, it had not been anticipated that Shepard would be inside Freedom 7 for long enough to feel “the urge.” Still, Cooper passed the request up the chain of command, to Wernher von Braun, the head of NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center (MSFC) in Huntsville, Ala. The response was immediate and emphatic. In his thick German accent, von Braun snapped: “No! Ze astronaut shall stay in ze nosecone.” Exasperated—and in an exchange later removed from the official transcript—Shepard warned that he would urinate in his suit if he could not get outside. Managers worried if the urine might short-circuit the medical wiring and electrical thermometers. Finally, Cooper confirmed that the power had been temporarily switched off and, shortly thereafter, a drawn-out “Ahhhhhh” emerged from the astronaut in the capsule. “I’m a wetback now,” Shepard added, as the warm fluid pooled in the small of his back. When you don't use your muscles, they degenerate and become smaller and weaker. To combat this astronauts have to exercise their bodies for two hours a day while in 0G. You cannot exercise your bladder by doing stretches, running, or lifting. My hypotheses is that the longer you spend in 0G, the weaker the bladder gets. I bet that if that's true, the astronauts will need to go through a sort of 'potty training' when they are back on earth. Don't quote me on any of this lol. I think this is all I have for now, but if you guys would be interested in a story or fanfiction about this, I have been thinking of putting the good ol' writing hat on again.. If you find anything else on the subject, be it fiction or science, comment it!
  11. (So far, I've written a sci-fi fiction and a crime fiction. So I was wondering, what if I combine both? So as previous people have pointed out, my stories are kind of unrealistic, which means Ill do my best to overcome that. It is set in space, so Ill definitely get some physics concepts wrong, im not an astrophysicist lol. Ill also include more omo into my story, while developing it. It seems that having unlikable protagonists adds a sort of excitement for their wetting, so ill carry on that theme. You guys know whats next: enjoy! and please leave criticisms, it helps me write stuff that you guys can enjoy! :3) Morgan Stephens was bobbing her leg up and down, fast. She bit down on her lower lip. She could not stay still at all. Her bladder was dangerously full. The shuttle flight to the station affected her bladder, and by the time the ship reached the station, Morgan was already struggling with a full bladder. There was gravity on the ship, like on Earth, as the ship was moving fast enough to have its' own "mini-orbit" The guards had her hands handcuffed behind a pole, leaving her stuck to the pole on the bench. She was told to sit down, and wait. The time wasn't specified, so Morgan could be taken to a cell with a toilet at any time. Could be in the next few seconds, or next few hours. But she couldn't wait that long. Please, just come already, let me use the toilet... She tried her best to tell the guards about her need. There was one problem though: she couldn't talk. She was mute. Since her teenaged years, she lost her voice due to a severe throat infection. Even like that, she was able to rise as the founder and CEO of one of the most powerful private military firms on Earth, Mars and Europa. She squirmed and whimpered while with the guards, but they only ignored her. Her body language was denied, responded with "quit your bullshit!", before being handcuffed into the holding cell with four other prisoners. All five of the ladies had their mouths shut with tape, so even if Morgan could speak, it wouldnt matter. She looked around, hoping one of the four other women would be desperate, so that the humiliation could be at least shared, maybe the other one could have an accident to divert attention away from Morgan. But nobody else looked as strained as her. Two stood still in tiredness and defeat. One was crying, but not squirming or doing anything that looked desperate. And one was actually asleep. Just then, the guards came in. "All right, ladies, time to go on a little trip" one of the guards yelled out. The guards went to each woman, uncuffing them, only to re-cuff them once they weren't bound to the pipe. Morgan crossed her legs tightly, and jumped up and down while the guard was handling her, hoping that the guard would understand her. "Stay still, quit moving" Morgan stopped jumping up and down. She felt tears of desperation water her eyes. She could only wait until they put her in a cell with a toilet. Her fight was no longer trying to get the guards attention, but to stay dry. She hoped it would be soon. The prisoners were walked to a small room, that looked kind of like a classroom. There were five rows of seats lined up. There were a few other prisoners, sitting by themselves, handcuffed and gagged like the others. Standing in the front was a woman with a sinister smile on her face. She had an petite build, with great legs outlined by tight fitting slacks, and her small and perky chest outlined by a frilly dress shirt under a grey business jacket. Her hair was tied up in a long ponytail that reached her lower back. Her framed glasses gave her a sort of "nerdy" look. Through those glasses, she gave each prisoner that came in an intense stare with her deep green eyes. Morgan could have sworn the girl was no older than 18. But with all the breakthroughs in biotechnology and nanotechnology in the last few hundred years, there were no 19-year olds. Morgan herself looked like she was in her teens through nanotherapy, despite being 185 years old. She had an athletic build, flat chest, feathered blond hair, blue eyes and creamy white skin. She kept squirming slightly while being walked to a chair. "I told you to stop fidgeting around, quit playing around" Morgan whimpered. She didn't want to wet herself. While changing out of her usual business wear on the stations processing area, they gave her an orange jumpsuit with the zipper on the back, with "PR 20123, WAR CRIMES" printed on the left side of the zipper, and "STEPHENS, MORGAN" printed on the front under a pocket on her shirt. The jumpsuits were tight, made out of a cheap fabric. They let her keep her matching red and black-polka dot bra and hipster panties. But the guards were clear: that was the only clothes they would be getting, because they weren't going to spend money on keeping prisoners comfortable. If Morgan were to wet herself, she would be forced to wear her soiled uniform until it eventually dried up. It gave her a good reason to fight back. She kept on squirming and whimpering in her seat. She was shameless about it, wanting to prevent any embarrassing accidents. As Morgan kept moving around, she couldn't help but notice that the girl in the front of the room was staring at her with those green eyes, and a small smile. Morgan moved her eyes to look directly at the girls eyes. She knew then that the girl was definitely looking straight at her, ignoring everyone else. The look on her eyes gave Morgan some sort of bad vibe. But she didn't have time for that, her bladder was more urgent. The girl snapped her fingers, and a guard when up to her. She whispered something quickly into the guards ear, while looking over to Morgan. The guard then walked to Morgan, and took her out of her seat. "C'mon, we'll give you the best seats in the house" With that, Morgan was taken to the front row. She noticed that she was the only one in the front row. The second row was empty. The third row, only two other prisoners were sitting. Everyone else was in the fourth or fifth row. Now Morgan was seated directly a few feet away from the girl with the green eyes, who was still fixating those eyes on Morgan. Morgan put her head down, trying to ignore the girl, who was now talking. "Is that all of them? The shuttles are clear?" "Yes Director" yelled out a guard. "OK, lets begin with them." The guards shut the doors, and walked around with a clipboard, checking off things as they walked behind the rows. "So yes, welcome ladies, to the Ganymede Women's Penitentiary, the only space station dedicated to holding up trash of the female kind, such as yourselves. My name is Amanda Thalasakos, and I am the warden and director of Ganymede" Morgan was concentrating more on her bladder, so she didnt really care who the girl was, or what she wanted to say. She just needed the bathroom as soon as possible. "Ganymede was made to house the worst female criminals who are serving long sentences for heinous crimes on Earth and the Colonies. Some of you are murderers, deviants, and pure evil. Others are just white-collar brats with a long record of embezzlement, tax fraud and other things that amount to strong punishment" Please, just get on with it, I need to go, I cant hold it! "Our goal here at Ganymede is to reform each and everyone of you. All prisoners here have sentences no lesser than 1000 years, so we have all the time in the world to reform you back into respectable and decent ladies. As you may have noticed, the guards are all female. Ganymede has an all-female staff, due to the controversies risen from having male staff at female prisons on Earth. Don't believe that it means we will treat you with high respect or sisterhood, just because we have similar anatomy in between our legs." Oh no, no, no, I'm about to burst. I cant do this.... "We hold criminals from all over the world, making us an international institution, so we are not represented by any government, not even the United Nations. That means we are allowed to use any and all necessary means to get you all back into....uhh..." Just hold it in, keep calm and- "Is there an issue? Am I perhaps boring you?" Whoa, who is she calling out? Morgan looked up, only to see Thalasakos staring right at her. She looked around, the noticed the other guards and prisoners were looking at her. "Yes, you in the front, I'm asking you a question. Am I boring you?" Morgan turned red in embarrassment. She was now the focus of everyone's attention, and in a very bad way. Thalasakos walked slowly towards her. "Ever since I started talking, I haven't seen you looking up and paying attention. You can either pay attention or leave." Leave? To a cell? Without thinking, Morgan nodded her head "yes". "Yes, you are bored and want to leave?" Morgan nodded yes again. "Good. I truly appreciate your honesty. But if I may ask, why leave?" Morgan didnt now how to respond. Thalasakos went up to her, and carefully peeled off the tape from her mouth. She made direct eye contact with Morgan, with a look more intense than ever. "Well? What is it that you'd like to do that is more fun than hearing me speak?" B...but...I cant speak! I need the bathroom, but cant say it! "She's mute, Director Thalasakos, that's what her record says" said a guard from the back. "Ahh, I see. I apologize for that. I didn't mean to neglect your disability, Miss.....umm...." "Miss Morgan Stephens, Director. Prisoner 20123, charged by Interpol with war crimes" "Oh, war crimes? Her? She's a poster child for conservatives though." "Background says she was the CEO of a primary military firm. She purposely ordered several massacres in Central America, under a contract with a corrupt government" Morgan looked down in shame. With the desperation, along with guilt and humiliation, she felt tears run begin to run down her cheeks "Really, are you telling me this angel is capable of inhumanely ordering the deaths of poor farmers for money? Sure it wasn't a bad court decision or a mistake? She looks so....innocent". Some of the guards snickered, and Thalasakos herself suppressed a giggle. "No ma'am. About a thousand or so deaths at the hands of her firm, from Guatemala to Panama, they had no chance and Miss Stephens knew it. Evidence tab here says that she wrote in an e-mail, and I quote, 'Intimidate the population, go into a few villages and unleash Hell, they are just coffee farmers, they shouldn't show the troops any sort of resistance', end quote. The paycheck was in the tens of millions. She even brought herself a new yacht on Earth afterwards, without a worry in the world" Morgan felt sick to her stomach. Her bladder was about to burst any second, and what she least needed was to be reminded of her crimes, which she now finally repented. "Wow. Unleash hell? On coffee farmers? Ganymede has seen some evil people, but you take the cake sweetheart." Morgan shuddered as Thalasakos laid a gentle hand on her arm, and brought her mouth to her ear. She whispered softly into Morgan's ear. "My love, the only one here that deserves Hell is you, and I'm here to bring it to you" Thalasakos backed up, pressing her hand down on Morgan's bladder to get up. Morgan moaned in pain. "So tell me, after all of this, you are still shameless enough to be bored. What is it that you want to do" I....no....I'm guilty but....I didn't mean....I... "Bathroom, and really urgently too." Morgan had a look of surprise. How did she know? "You seem surprised. I'll have you know I'm good at body language, and psychology in general. I studied criminal psychology under Dr. Joanna Whitestone at Harvard, specializing in body language for my thesis. I've seen my share of desperate prisoners." Thalasakos began to walk back to the front of the room, giggling along the way "I'm sorry Miss Stephens, but your record has led me to take back the little sympathy I have for you. It seems you won't make it out of here dry, I'm afraid" Oh no..... "I will be a little nice, won't tape you mouth up. It's not like it'd make any difference." Morgan groaned. She felt her bladder begin to push back on her muscles that closed it up. The floodgates were ready to blow. "Anyways, I'm sorry for the setback ladies. Shall we continue?" A leak went out. Morgan bent forward. She was losing control. "Since 2181, when the UN took this station from Chinese control after the Sino-Russian War, we've used this facility.." Oh no....ohhh....nooo.... What started out as a small dribble into her underwear turned into longer, uncontrollable spurts. Morgan was wetting herself. The warm liquid pooled in her seat, spilling into the floor. By now, she was sure her underwear was soaked, and the entire bottom of her jumpsuit. She sobbed quietly at the discomfort and humiliation. "...society deserves to be safe from degenerates such as yourselves, while.....oh my..." Morgan had her head down in shame. She shut her eyes tightly when she heard the laughter of the guards. The only ones not laughing loudly were the other prisoners, who Morgan was sure would be enjoying her humiliation too, had their mouths not been taped up. Thalasakos wasn't laughing as well, as she instead took to humiliate Morgan further. "Seems like you couldn't control your urges. Lucky you, in your only given uniform on your very first day here too..." She grabbed Morgan by her cuffed hands, and stood her up, letting the others behind her see her soaked butt and thighs. Even though Morgan couldn't see it, she was sure that the tight jumpsuit outlined her firm butt and panty lines. "Wouldn't you just love to take a shower and get into dry clothes? Too bad neither is offered. I suppose you should get to a cell now, I'll give you the presentation later, in private. I wont forget. Take our soaked friend to cell E-6." Still sobbing, Morgan stood there, as two guards, still laughing, went up to her, and walked her out. "Keep your head up high Miss Stephens. I'll have an eye out on you"
  12. Chapter 1 10 “Relax, Aster. This is what you’ve been training for.” 9 “Just sit tight, you’ll home before you know it.” 8 “It’s very unlikely that the shuttle will explode.” 7 “You probably should have gone to the restroom before getting on but it’s too late now.” 6 “You’re going to make it back. Few people get to do what you’re about to.” 5 “Is it too late to change my mind…?” 4 “Can’t we like, add another minute?” 3 “I actually really need to pee…” 2 Aster clung tightly to the pilot seat, squeezing the arm rests as she winced and waited for the countdown to finish. …1. Blast off! Aster’s eyes widened as she felt an incredible force below her. She knew every detail about what was going on and yet she still felt unprepared. She had downed several glasses of water to that effect before coming out onto the launchpad, which were all spilling out into her million dollar spacesuit as the shuttle lifted off, careening up through the clouds and breaking through the atmosphere. As the shuttle left the Earth behind, Aster leaned forward a bit. “Whoa…” she said, her eyes looking out into the vastness of outer space with wondrous fear and curious excitement. Her anxiety began to leave her as she gawked, loosening her iron grip on the arm rests. Sure, she had seen photographs, videos, even a VR demonstration, but nothing came close to the real thing. Her childlike wonder was interrupted by a voice in her ear. “Hey, um, Aster…you sort of left your comm on back there…” It was Ground Control, more specifically, Rosco Mann. “Wait, so you…heard all that?” she said, her already rosy cheeks burning even more crimson. “Yeah. We all did. And no, you can’t change your mind.” he said with a snicker in his voice. “C-copy that…” “Oh, lighten up.” said Mann, switching the commlink to just be between the two. "Anyway, you’re gonna enter into weightlessness right around now. We’ve got the piloting for you so why don’t you unbuckle and get used to it. Oh, and maybe change your clothes when you get the chance.” Aster rolled her eyes, popping her helmet off and brushing her almond colored hair out of her face. She then got to work on the myriad of straps and latches keeping her strapped in. Once freed, she began to lift from her seat. She grabbed on to the seat and lifted, pushing herself towards the back of the shuttle. 'Gotta get my bearings…' she thought to herself, grabbing on to the handles scattered about the cabin to right herself, awkwardly maneuvering her way to her quarters. Once inside, she wrestled the rest of her hulking suit off, sighing at the sight of her liquid absorption pad, which had been given a lot to absorb. “Not bad, Ash. You really did a number on it.” buzzed the voice in her ear. It was then that she remembered the security cameras. “You creep!” She giggled, moving to block his view of her. “You’re such a jerk, Ross.” she said playfully. She and Rosco had been together since high school, and got engaged the day before launch, much to her surprise and joy. Aster removed her gloves, admiring the ruby ring he had given her, the gold band accentuating the gem perfectly. She sighed happily before disposing of the yellow stained pad and putting her wet shorts and panties in a receptacle to be cleaned, putting on a new pair of each and putting her suit in its proper place. She spent the next few hours floating about the craft, making sure everything was in order and making wedding plans with Rosco. “Fine, your mother can come. Oh, and by the way, you’re past the edge of the solar system. Welcome to the Kuiper Belt.” “Thanks, Ross. What’s my ETA to the planet?” she asked. She knew he liked it when she used her serious scientist voice…and vocabulary. “It shouldn’t be long. In fact it should be coming riiiight into view.” “Well, I don’t see it.” “….you don’t?” “Nope.” “That’s strange. You sure you’re looking the right way?” “Even if I wasn’t, there’s like nothing to see around here but stars.” “Weird. Even if you’re not at Vitae yet you should be seeing some of the other planets in its system by now…not to mention their sun.” “It’s dead out here. Were the calculations off?” Externally she was all business, but internally she was starting to worry. Aster did her best not to panic, and to ignore the growing pangs in her abdomen telling her it was time to pee. “I don’t think so…let me check your trajectory….ah. You’re off by about….hold on…what in the hell?” “Ross? Rosco wh-what is it?” she said, a worried look on her face. “According to this you’re going the complete wrong way. Like you took a sharp turn.” “I-I didn’t! I haven’t even been at the controls! I swear!” she said, clearly very distressed. Aster placed a hand between her legs to avoid another accident. This was way more important than relief right now. “I know. We would have known if you did. Just try to calm down and we’ll figure this out.” “A-alright…I trust you.” Rosco smiled a bit, but he was just as worried as she was. There was nothing in the data, nothing anywhere explaining the sudden change in direction. It was like something was…pulling her… “Aster! Get the hell out of there! Fire your emergency thrusters, fire everything!” he barked over the intercom. “What!? Why, what’s going on!?” she yelled, her breathing bated as her heart started pumping faster. “It’s a black hole!” End Chapter 1
  13. The Space Engineer ... It is the year 2118. 5 years ago, Galactric Corp. launched a spaceship named Discovery to find alien life. It hasn't found anything...until now. A planet named Poopia (POE-OH-PIA) was recently discovered to be capable of supporting life, despite the large amount of carbon dioxide in it's atmosphere. Character Bio Name: Zoe (Z-OH-EE) Job Description: Engineer on the Discovery. Periodically has to go into space to fix the engines. Bladder Capacity: Average (can be trained later) Quarters: Standard Suite (can also be upgraded later) Ship Description The Discovery is a Fourth Generation Type 3 Advanced Exploration ship made with a titanium hull mixed with transparent steel for windows, capable of supporting up to 100 crew-members. Superspeed star-flight reached using independently controlled ion engines, complete with their own emergency legacy thrusters. A warp drive is also located on the back of the ship and may be used as a compensation engine in the event that all engines have been damaged/destroyed. The ship contains personal quarters, a power core containment room, a deluxe bridge, a dining area, a meeting room that has many plants in it (referred to as an oxygen room), and a hall that allows access to the 55 2-person pods. Why 55? You never know when you might have visitors. I'd get into the escape pod features, but you'll probably learn them later. And wow, I'm rambling! Better start the game. Game start! Beep beep beep! Zoe groaned as she sits up in her bed and taps the top of her alarm clock. Another day. She was feeling quite hungry, but also felt the need to take a shower. *pa chime* Attention everyone. A mandatory meeting is due in the Oxygen Room. Please be there by seven hundred hours. *pa chime* Great. A mandatory meeting. And it was 10 'til 7. That only left time for either breakfast or a shower. Vote! (A) Eat breakfast. It's the most important meal of the day, after all. (B) Take a shower. Don't want anyone smelling bad B.O. at the meeting. (C) Look in your drawers (only takes a minute) (D) Fill in an option. Carrying: Nothing, you don't have a bag. Achievements Oh goodness, I forgot to explain achievements! When you do something in the interactive, you get an achievement! These will award you with Award Points! (really JTeam? how original!) You can use these points to do stuff in the game if the option is available. Maybe it'll let you summon an item, or maybe it'll let you instantly teleport to a certain area! Who knows? You'll have to use them to find out! Sweet Relief: Pee. Not in your pants. Awards 20 AP. Ludicrous Speed: It's gone plaid! Awards 10 AP. Ragequit: I'd assume this happens when you fail at something... but what? Awards 5 AP. Utter Failure: Pee. In your pants. Or in front of someone. Awards a second chance and no more!
  14. Anyone else watching that awesome new anime from Bones? What are your opinions on it?
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