Imagine being Kokoro right now. Your body wrought with symptoms of nausea and vomiting. The usual clinical tests not revealing the root cause of the problem. Being asked to produce a urine sample by the new Nana, fidgeting slightly as she shows no signs of leaving the room while you collect it. Blushing and biting your lower lip as you ask for a larger basin, aware that the one she gave you probably can’t fully contain the steamy contents of your leaking bladder. Squatting down with your frail body, exposing yourself to an emotionless Nana as a few spurts of piss sloppily escape from the prospect of being watched for the first time. Your frail, increasingly sweaty body trembling slightly as you attempt to keep your balance, your mouth unpleasant from having emptied out the contents of your stomach only a few minutes ago. Steadying yourself with your hands on a nearby desk as you moan softly, your head spinning with the rush of arousal as your nose is burnt with the thick, dense smell of your irresistible flavour, made all the more pungent from the 101,596 mlU/mL worth of hCG hormone produced as a result of your impregnation. Several drops from your homemade piss fountain splashing out from the basin, trickling down your legs and into your socks. An unintentionally lust-filled gaze up at a dispassionate Nana informing her that you’re done, as she silently takes the small bottle you were supposed to piss into and dips it into the golden pool, bottling it and leaving to analyse its contents. Your excitement at realising you’ve been left alone with a basin full of your own Kokoropiss, filled with thoughts of nothing more than to help everyone relieve their thirst using the way you best know how.