Woman (no underwear)

You are in panic mode. You'd gotten up, brushed your teeth, and taken a shower. Strutting in a towel, you noticed the clock, and had literally five minutes to get to the launchpad to get checked out before launch. In the Astronaut Village, you were sure someone would be banging on your door a while ago, but it seemed to not be the case. Shrugging off the towel, you contemplated wearing underwear but you had already packed some in your bag to take to the launchbay.

You take your jumpsuit off its hanger and pull it on, putting on socks and shoes before zipping up the jumpsuit. Your bare breasts weren't large enough to be seen bouncing around inside the jumpsuit, which was a comfort, but that doesn't mean they weren't moving of their own accord as you got dressed. Brushing your hair, then putting lipstick on, you saw you had two minutes. You quickly ran out the door, closing it behind you, and were driving a golf cart at maximum speed to get there on time.

Halfway there, you realized you not only forgot your bag of clothes, but also your keys! Neither seemed to be a priority now, as you needed to get to the launch. You arrived at the launch bay with seconds to spare. The doctors took your blood pressure and temperature before checking your ears, nose, eyes, and mouth for any signs of infections. Giving you the all clear, you joined the other astronauts, a busty blonde woman, a short Latina woman, and an Asian man.

Your group strutted out of the bay, into a throng of photographers as you were loaded onto a golf cart and driven away to the launch pad. Once there, you entered a gantry lift that took you to the top of the tower, where you saw the entrance to the spacecraft. This wasn't like the shuttle or the Saturn V rockets. You still entered the cockpit, but didn't sit in the chairs. Instead, special harnesses in the back of the cockpit allowed you and your crew to stand during lift off.

The four of you climbed into place, you were aware of how much your breasts moved inside, as well as how the jumpsuit would ride up your butt crack when you bent over. You all lay down, and a safety check had a few men tighten the straps holding you in place before the cockpit was closed. The ship's systems were automated and able to be controlled from the ground, as this ship was meant to orbit the planet.

The last minute checks were done, and the launch commenced. The ship took off with great ****, which made every inch of your body jiggle from the vibrations. A strap near your crotch had slipped, and was now touching a very sensitive area. You wanted to move it, but to do so meant unbuckling yourself, which would be dangerous at this point. So, you gritted your teeth as you felt your body betray you, and let a moan escape your lips. Luckily, it was drowned out by the noise, and communications haven't been turned on yet. However, you were very turned on. Your thoughts went back to the clothes you left behind, and the knowledge that you were hundreds of miles away from getting to them sent you over the edge. With a gasp, you felt a rush of euphoria wash over you as your orgasm sent waves of pleasure over your prone body. As you calmed down, you heard the comms in your ear begin to static as it woke up.

"Beavers, how are you?" came a female voice from mission control.

"Mission control, this is the Beaver Commander. The Beavers are good." you said, gasping for air after your intense orgasm.

"Commander, are you alright? You seem out of breath." mission control asked.

"Yes, just exhilarated from that launch. The crew is awake and seem to be in high spirits. We're about to unlatch ourselves from the harnesses." you said.

In minutes, you are your crew were floating inside the cockpit. You all spin, twist, and loop around each other as you laughed and giggled like children, never having experienced anything quite like this. That's when the blonde, Heather Bush, noticed the crotch of your jumpsuit.

"Commander, did you wet yourself?" she asked, smiling.

You looked down and blushed.

"No!" you loudly whispered.

"You did!" Heather said, her hair almost flying into her face.

You pushed off a wall and sailed next to her and told her the truth of the stain. Heather grinned and announced to everyone, including mission control.

"The Commander came in her jumpsuit!" she laughed.

No one else did. Heather was brought on as a consultant for this mission, and didn't have the normal knowledge and training of an astronaut. As such, she didn't realize what she had just done.

"Commander, is that correct?" mission control asked.

"Yes, I'm afraid so." you anseered.

"Remove your jumpsuit and place it in the recycled to be held for the remainder of the mission." came the order.

"I know the protocol!" you said, fumbling with your zipper.

The protocol for any bodily fluids (usually waste like urine or saliva) was to discard them into the recycler for storage until they can be analyzed back home. Needless to say, you would have to go without for the remainder of the mission. This normally wouldn't be a problem, as you each had five to seven jumpsuits as well as a week's worth of underwear and clothes, which could be washed, unless it had urine, saliva, fecal matter, among others in a long list that would make the garment expendable.

"What's taking so long? Do you require assistance from a crew member?" mission control asked.

"No, it's just that..." you hesitated.

It's not like they wouldn't know, but could you bring yourself to say it beforehand?