Upon a dark, moon-filled night, there lies a cozy home in a calm neighborhood. Inside the house, there is a young pale-white kitten named Mist. She has black, curled head hair, a fluffy tail that’s as big as her body, and purple eyes. Her neck sports a purple-leather collar around it with a golden tag engraved with her own name. She is semi-feral and can speak very basic words and phrases, but not full sentences. Mist lives with a human ‘master’ that takes care of her throughout her entire life. 

While Master is in bed trying to dream throughout the night, Mist likes to go to bed a few minutes late. When Master isn’t looking, the cute innocent kitten likes to sip from her water bowl before naptime. She nears the plastic blue bowl, looking at the water inside. She sees her own reflection with tired eyes and smiles at herself. Mist takes a whiff at the bowl, not smelling much from the liquid inside but rather a heavy scent of her own lavender and pee smells. The kitty feels frisky after unintentionally smelling herself. “Mrrreow~” she moans. Her pussy feels hot down there, but she tries to resist. ‘Now is not the time. I need to sleep and not play with myself,’ thinks Mist. It takes her a moment to calm down.

After regaining composure, she takes a drink from her personal water bowl. *lick* *slurp* It starts off as a sip of water before bed, and then two sips, and then a few more and then several gulps of water pouring down her throat. *slurp~* *splash~* The water splashes from the bowl onto her paws. After drinking it all up, she licks her paws to get as much tasty liquid as possible. *lick~* Mist can’t help herself, she loves water and everything that is involved with it. The cold water feels great within her body, making the young kitten feel ready to go to bed.

She heads towards the bed, but has a thought come up within her head. ‘Should pee before sleeping meow, so I don’t wet Master's bed again,’ she thinks. Mist goes over to her personal litter tray. Within inches of going on it, a very strong smell engulfs her nostrils. *sniff* *sniff* It comes from the tray; the scents of her own kitty piss surround her. And of other smells from her as well. It hasn’t been cleaned in a long while. Mist wants to take a before-bed piss, but she is concerned about getting really frisky again by stepping in her urine-covered litter. ‘Meow, I’ll hold it ‘til morning.’ Mist rejects her idea of using the tray, saving it for the next day.

Mist slowly walks to the bed of her Master. She jumps up onto the end of the bed, being careful not to land on her Master. She looks at Master, hoping not to wet the bed (again). “Night meow,” she says, although Master is too unconscious to hear her. Mist curls up and tries to relax her eyes away. ‘Have sweet dreams, Master~’ she thinks, dozing off into slumber. Both Master and pet are now asleep in the master bedroom.

They sleep for a couple hours until Mist dreams that she is in a misty lake. She stands in a pond of water, not too deep to where it goes up to her upper shoulders. Mist likes how the coldness of the river feels on her. It makes her relaxed around her before she tenses up for a moment, feeling a bit of friskiness and relief coming on. It seems to feel like a rushing of water between her legs, but it goes away after some seconds so she thinks nothing of it.

After that feeling goes away, she starts to wade in the pond, feeling soothed by how the water brushes against her fur. As she treads the pond, she sees something at the end of the pond. Mist continues walking, getting a more clear image of what she observed. When she gets closer, she spots what looks like a feline. It looks like a white and black cat. Notably on the cat’s chest is a black spade surrounded with white fur. The opposite pattern is on his back as a white spade surrounded by black fur.

Mist realizes this cat; she has seen it before, but she manages to fail to catch the cat every time. Feeling determined, she runs towards the black and white cat on all fours. Mist feels another calming rush between her legs, but is more focused on catching the monochrome feline. When she reaches land, she manages to catch up to the cat this time, coming within several feet. The cat’s details are now clear to Mist. She asks the cat, “Meow, who are you?” The cat responds in a cryptic manner, “No matter what happens next, I’ll still be waiting~” The cat smiles, then gets up on two legs instead of four and runs off towards the distance. “W-Wait!” says Mist as everything fades to a white mist around her. Her vision is whiteout and then she realizes this is not reality, but a dream.

Mist makes a small gasp as she wakes up interrupted from her slumber. She is confused by her dream. Who is that cat that she keeps thinking about? Why does no one else seem to know about that cat besides her? As she questions, she feels a warm dampness around her lower legs and crotch.

She realizes that she wet herself on the bed again. There’s a massive puddle surrounding her moist bottom, centered around where her pussy is; and she has quite a lot of it on herself as well~ There are scents of her urine surrounding the room, the bed puddle, and Mist herself. It smells like her personal dirty litter tray~ The scents and smells cause her to be rather frisky.

But there are thoughts that prevent her from playing with herself. She has a looming fear within her mind. She fears how Master will react. She fears how Master will yell at her, to never be allowed to sleep with him within his room again. And there’s no way to hide it since there’s no way to get the urine out. The cat piss is embedded deep within the fabric, likely being impossible to clean up. Master will have that stain on his bed forever. Due to this, Mist knows that she is a bad kitty now. And the upcoming punishment is inevitable.

Mist knows to do the right thing. She was taught that way from Master, to be truthful to him about her situations. Mist slowly walks over to Master with stained smelly fur around her. Mist seems scared at first to say anything to the point of starting to tear up over it, feeling a heavy amount of guilt over her actions. Mist sees Master sleeping soundly, reassuring her that things might turn out okay. Mist puts her piss-stained paw on Master’s shoulder, pressing against it. She meows, “Master, wake up,” trying to hold her fears back.

Master slowly opens his eyelids, thinking it was morning but it isn't. Then he gets a hint of smelly Mist piss within his nose. An aura of Mist’s piss smells surround the bed. The smells definitely wake him up, knowing that his pet kitty wet herself again. He stretches while bending his back and head forward, looking at where Mist slept. Then he saw the damage of his pet, visible due to the moonlight from the window. A giant puddle overtaking half of the bedsheets. It was a worse accident than ever for him to witness.

Master feels pissed off, wanting to lash out. His face looks reddened and disgruntled. “MIST, BAD KITTY!” he yells in anger. Mist feels horrified seeing Master so negative towards her. She chokes back tears, meowing “*sniffle* M-meow... sorry...” It doesn’t take long for the waterworks to begin as translucent tears roll down her face. “Wahhh!”

Master looks at Mist. His emotions change from a fierce anger to a painting of regret. He feels bad for lashing out at Mist like that. He doesn’t like seeing his pet kitty sad; and he certainly doesn’t want to kick her out despite her bedwetting. He knows that Mist loves to piss everywhere, including indoors, outdoors, her constantly-stained tray, on herself and on Master’s bed. He tells Mist, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you like that.” Mist starts to soften the crying as Master decides to pet her, to help comfort them from their emotional outbursts. He rubs Mist’s back up and down. He does this for a couple minutes.

In the meantime, the Master thinks of a solution. Anything that doesn’t involve neutering; and anything that can lessen the accidents Mist deals with on a consistent basis. Then he thinks of something: diapers. He has been pulling back on this idea for a while, only considering it if things don’t get better. He knows Mist will probably not like it, but the Master decides that the only best solution for these accidents is to put Mist in some padding. Anything to make them both happy. He has an emergency supply of disposable diapers in the closet for this purpose, which is an area that Mist cannot open or get into without assistance. Master gets up from the bed. He tells his pet, “I’ll be right back. Going to get something. You might not like it, but things will be okay. I promise.” Mist replies, “Okay Master.” He walks out of the bedroom in his pajamas, which are partially stained in Mist’s urine from leaking under the blankets.

Mist waits, wiping the remaining tears off her face. She wonders what he is getting that she might not enjoy. She hopes that it isn’t some sort of punishment for her. While Mist thinks over what she has done, Master returns with something in his hand. It’s a poofy disposable diaper~

The pale-white fur kitty responds in embarrassment. ‘Diapers? Those are for babies!’ she thinks. She remembers being a very young kitty with diapers on and doesn’t want to be treated at such a young age again. She’s more grown up now (but is still a cute little kitty). Master extends his hand with the diaper grasped in his hand, but Mist responds with some resistance. Mist tries to tell her master with a nervous look on her face, “M-Meow...” Master replies, “Aw, it’s okay sweetie. Wear these for now and you can sleep with me on the bed.” Mist feels better hearing that. She is more accepting of her diapered fate if it means that she can continue sleeping with her owner and not being yelled at anymore for her wet accidents. “Okay meow,” she says, consenting to the diaper change.

The Master picks her up off the bed and moves her near the bedroom door. He starts to change the willing, piss-stained kitty. There is more to it besides the diaper change. Even though he’s tired, he goes as far as to show her how to put it on and take it off in case she wants to practice potty training in her litter box again. Master changes her a couple of times to repeatedly demonstrate it because it’s worth it to him to have less accidents in the house (and on his piss-stained bed). Mist studies and learns quickly, possibly being capable of putting on the diaper on her own. After being changed, Mist starts to explore her diaper. She thinks that while she looks silly with a big, crinkly diaper on, it isn’t as bad as she imagined.

Master asks his pet, “Do you want a bath before bedtime?” Mist smiles, shaking her head and simply replies, “Nah~” She thinks, ‘I want to be covered in piss. It helps me sleep at night.’ Master loves his kitten so much that he is okay with delaying her bath until later, knowing that Mist loves being a wet pee kitten. “Okay sweetie, I’ll clean up tomorrow. Going to bed. Good night, love you~” says Master.

Her Master pets Mist on the forehead a bit and then goes back to his bed, being satisfied that he managed to convince Mist to wear diapers. He hopes that Mist will keep them on, but he knows that she might take them off on her own when she uses them too much like she does her tray. Master trusts Mist on choosing what is right for her, as long as both are accepting of it. He gets under the covers and starts to fall back into a deep slumber.

Mist looks at him from the bedroom door, having one paw on his diaper, rubbing it up and down. *crinkle~* ‘Meow, this feels nice~ Being diapered isn’t that bad after all!’ The diapered kitty likes how it feels against her piss-stained fur. It turns from rubbing into squishing in various places around the front of her diaper. *squish* *crinkle* “Mrrreow, comfy~” she moans, being quiet as to not wake up Master again. ‘They’re so comfortable~ I really like these!’ Mist keeps playing with her padding, squishing around the back with her other paw as well. After some playtime, Mist thinks about going to bed for the remainder of the night.

But something stops her in place, the feeling of piss within her bladder. “Pee meow...” she says to herself, thinking ‘Meow I need to go potty before bed.’ She thinks of what Master recommends her to do, but she forgets that she already has a disposable tray of her own around her groin. To go potty, she has to go back to her personal litter box. *crinkle~* Mist walks to the tray, making soft crinkling sounds as she waddles there.

When she approaches, her personal smells engulf her more than from herself, coming from her waste-ridden tray. *sniff* *sniff* ‘It smells like wet kitty,’ she thinks, ‘It smells just like me meow~’ Her friskiness kicks in again, overcoming the senses within her. Mist wants to succumb to it all. ‘Meow I got diapers, they should keep me away from being a bad kitty~ It won’t hurt to have a little fun~’ She gives her diaper a squish, *crinkle*, and moves to the center of her tray. “Meow, time to pee~” Mist says, lifting her lower leg up and starting to piss a golden stream out of her little kitty pussy.

*pssssssssssh~* A stream of urine flows out of her vagina, spraying the insides of her poofy diaper like a spray bottle with fresh-smelling cat piss. “Ahh~ Peeeeee~” she moans, continuing to do what a good kitty should be doing. Mist starts to purr like an adorable feline throughout her session. The urine starts to soak the padding inside, swelling the diaper. She can feel liquid weight being added underneath. Mist feels the bulkiness with her front paw, giving it a light *squish~*. It feels swollen compared to when it was dry before. Within the edges of her diaper, her smelly piss scent escapes and adds onto the smelliness of her tray’s contents. Mist, even though some of her piss remains on Master’s bed, continues pissing for a good thirty seconds. Her diaper swells up more, adding warm comfort around her legs and her furry pussy. When she reaches the end of her urination, she pushes to make sure that every last droplet of piss is gone before she goes to sleep again. “All done~” she says to herself.

When she is finished, she doesn’t think about heading to bed. She thinks about enjoying this personal moment to herself. Mist sits herself on the used litter and continues to play down there, squishing her diaper against her groin. *squish~* Mist feels the wetness against her pussy, which makes her moan “Mrrreow~” from time to time. Mist likes that her kitty pee stays warmer for longer than normal.

But she also desires, from her deep-down naughty kitty feelings, to take it much further. She switches her paw from squishing her diaper to shoving it inside the diaper. While still sitting down, Mist reaches inside the warm, plushy piss chamber for her pussy, rubbing it up and down around her sensitive areas. Her other paw is in her mouth, starting to suck on her salty piss-stained paw. *lick~* *slurp~* Mist has a paw-sucking habit due to having feline behaviors and to how much she likes tasting her own urine. Mist starts purring constantly in a naughty tone, looking blushed on her face. When her paw reaches deeper, she is shocked at how much pleasure is felt, emitting a “Ah! Mrrreow~!” that is almost loud enough to wake up her Master. She gets cat drool all over her mouth as she tries to find the most sensitive spot in her vagina. After some self-exploration, she finds it and starts rubbing harder and harder around there. Her entire paw is within her mouth at this point as she makes cute moaning noises. She thinks, ‘Meow, I’m close...’ as she feels the pressure of wanting to release her clear fluid. After some seconds, Mist can’t take it anymore and has an orgasm on her paw that is jammed inside her diaper.

*splurt~* “Ahh~! Mrrrrreow~! <3” A splash of clear liquid emits from her pussy and covers her paw as well as inside her piss-filled diaper. Mist feels a wave of relief flowing throughout her body and mind, releasing all her tension within. Luckily, Master didn’t wake up from that. She starts to slow down and then release her paws from both her diaper and her mouth. Mist feels tired but needs to groom a bit before taking a catnap for the remainder of the night. She starts bending over and licking in various parts around her body. *slurp~* *lick~* Even though her fur is covered in smelly litter, she rolls around and tries to groom the areas without litter on them. *lick~* *gulp~* She swallows when her mouth is full of saliva and piss. Mist’s grooming made her messier than when she started, but all she wanted at that point was to taste her own urine to help her sleep from that exciteful moment. Feeling very relaxed, she closes her eyes, buries herself partway into her piss-stained litter, and falls asleep like a good diapered kitty~