Zavvari - Too Hot To Get Up

The oppressive climate of Black Marsh forces all but the natives to adapt to the heat and humidity; to find ways to stay cool and comfortable in the harsh swamp environment. For Zavvari, this meant staying indoors, wearing only her fur, drinking as much as possible, and moving as little as possible. She had a lodge all to herself, with more than enough to drink available to her without going outside; she could stay in more or less the same spot, free of any fears of exposing her nudity, and with everything she would need within reach. And so she lazed around all day, moving only as necessary to get more water. Even when her full bladder had alerted her to the consequences of her incessant drinking, she still would do nothing but add to its burden.

All day long more and more water went in, one cup at a time, the pressure building as more and more water tried to come out. She spent hours writhing in agony, fighting against her rock-hard bladder, swollen and throbbing, until finally she was defeated. With the fur around her womanhood drenched, she leapt from her hammock intending to sprint to the bathroom, but as soon as she hit the floor she knew it was over. At first it was the pattering of droplets against the wood at her feet, and then the fur all the way down her legs was soaked by a river over which she had no control.