Bathrooms were honestly pretty scarce in the Jade Palace. Of course, when Po would ask why, Master Shifu would simply answer: "Masters of the mind and body are expected to be mindful of their own needs and limits, Po," but Tigress knew the real reason- that sewage pipes detracted somewhat from the mystical aura of the mountain.
It came to no real surprise that while Masters like herself trained their fists and bladders alike, lesser servants from the valley could sometimes be forced into diapers as a result. Sometimes Tigress envied the valley and its simplicity of life. She could reflect for hours on how the animals went about their peaceful, uneventful lives, not even having to worry about the ever-present threat of bandits or pirates. Even when enourmous armies came crashing down upon them, the villagers could take solace in the fact that no matter what happened, things would be all right in the end.
"Hmmmn..." Tigress shifted in her bed, her honey eyes glazing over slightly. "Not fair..."
She knew that it was her duty to defend those who could not protect themselves. In fact, it was an honor. But as a tear came down to moisten the hard, unwelcoming bed below her, Tigress couldn't help wishing for the umpteenth time that she could be free to roam the valley, free of worry, to watch the starry sky slowly float by as she was the one being taken care of, she was the one who had peace.
Suddenly, a new sensation pushed Tigress's lonely thoughts away. A dull ache began to resonate within her core and she felt a gentle push on the inside of her bladder. Instinctively, she realized what she had to do and dutifully rose from her rest and moved into the doorway, putting on her pants and panties again as she went. Even in the hallway, the brisk night air made its appearance and Tigress looked down the long corridor, disappearing into an ornate frame that she knew would lead into an even colder night outside of the Jade Palace. The dull ache intensified slightly and Tigress reluctantly trudged down the walkway until she came across a tall glass of water outside Po's room.
"Jeez, Po, I'm not your personal janitor," she sighed, picking it up so she could drop it off at the kitchen, a decidedly unwelcome detour. Her bladder twinged angrily at the treatment and she murmured, "Yeah, yeah, I know, but it won't be long until I get to a bathroom..."
The thoughts of simplicity suddenly returned to her as she addressed her need so frankly. Tigress's heart raced as a radical new idea came to mind, and her head slowly turned back toward her little dormitory, where her diaper was.
"I shouldn't do this, I shouldn't do this," she scolded herself as she walked back to her room and pulled the diaper back on. "I'm a Master of kung fu. I can go to the bathroom. I don't need these."
But the diaper stayed on as Tigress watched her crotch eagerly, waiting with heart-pounding impatience for every tremor, every last splinter cracking in her dam. She downed Po's entire glass of water in one gulp and shakily set the cup aside. As her legs began to spread and give way, Tigress completed her little paradise by putting her pants back on and pulling them up. Then all she had to do was wait.
For the first minute, Tigress let out little yips and mewls of embarrassment as little spurts and droplets escaped from her and into her diaper. Even now, she was having some second thoughts and started to rise, only to fall as a little stream of pee pattered the diaper under her hand. With an almost superhuman effort, Tigress made it through without letting go, but as the second minute started to wear on, she began to wonder what it was that she really wanted out of this little experiment. She knew that she was above petty conveniences like skipping the walk to the outhouse, so why?
Why?
Tigress didn't know, so she did the unthinkable and spread her legs as wide as they would go. Even for her, it would be impossible to hold it anymore. She was sure her bladder would have screamed one last time as the contents washed out into her diaper. But Tigress could only think that she was the one who screamed as a swirl of relief, embarrassment, and something quite unlike the two mingled in her brain. Frazzled for the first time in her life, Tigress laid down for a short rest as soon as she stopped jittering on the floor. Later, she stood up, brushing down of the beads of sweat off of her body and took an experimental step. Like a miracle, she dully realized, she didn't have to go to the bathroom, or worry about being cold.
What would she do now?
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