Toilet needs

As the night wears on, you realize that you need to use the bathroom. You try to communicate this to the officers, but they seem to ignore you.

You feel a sense of urgency as the pressure in your bowels builds. You try to hold it in, but it becomes increasingly difficult as time passes.

Finally, you can't hold it in any longer. You feel your body release, and you realize with horror that you've soiled yourself.

You feel humiliated and degraded as you sit in your own filth, still dressed in your latex fox outfit with ears, fox tail plug, latex paws, posture collar, corset, and cuffs. You're afraid of what the officers and other inmates will think of you now.

You try to clean yourself up as best as you can, using the hay in the cell to wipe yourself off. But the smell lingers, and you feel a sense of shame wash over you as you realize that you're completely at the mercy of the authorities.

You try to steel yourself for what's to come, hoping that the specialist will arrive soon and remove the collar and cuffs.