The civilians scattered as the military scrambled to mobilize their artillery and fighting machines. He had descended upon them like fog, a distant figure obscuring the horizon, spreading throughout the entire city of Japan. His claws pierced through the steel beams of the buildings with ease as he gave off a terrifying roar that rattled the fleeing prey to their bones.

	But there was a complication. Gojira had attacked the mainland many times, but never in one of those attacks had his bladder been that full upon arrival. He could turn around at any point, but the journey there had not been short, and it seemed a waste to leave before the fighter jets even arrived. 

	It wasn't the first time he had been in Japan with a worryingly full bladder, but that was normally when he was leaving. It was shameful to admit, but in those previous excursions he always found peace of mind in the fact that even if he didn't make it home, he would be spared the humiliation of being seen having an accident, as a loss of control would only happen on the journey home.

	Just then, fighter jets made their appearance. Gojira's favorite part. He paid little attention to his bladder as he made attempts – with varying success – to swat them out of the air. After fending off the first wave, he went into a frenzy, having too much fun to even consider his growing need. 

	He thrashed about recklessly, throwing his body through buildings and plowing his way straight to the heart of Japan. Gojira couldn't tell how much time had passed, but after awhile, the coast was no longer visible, even from his height. Another wave of jets came and he dispatched them with ease, his cries being carved into the memories of the citizens.

	He swung wide to take out a building in the most dramatic way he could, but as his fist powered through the walls, he felt a sharp pang from his waist, causing him to pause and lean forward, his eyes widened. He felt a single drop of urine fall from his body, killing several civilians below. His hand clutched his crotch shamelessly as he gyrated his hips. The frenzy was over, and so was his fun. The only thing on his mind was getting back home, but when he turned around, the coast was nowhere to be found.

	Panic was beginning to set in. There was no way he would make it home, but at that point, he didn't care much. He just wanted to get out of Japan. But each step he took caused a surge of pressure in his lower body, and several more drops escaped as he ran. He felt himself stepping on fountains and obliterating ponds he had missed on his initial journey through, each one making his urge worse and drawing his mind back to the feeling plaguing him.

	It wasn't long until the coast was visible, but he could only move so quickly, especially in his full bladder'ed state. The reality of the situation was slowly setting in: he wasn't going to make it. He could feel his muscles twitching, each twitch letting out a small pond's worth of urine on Japan. He knew from experience that would only go on so long, until finally they loosened and he let it all out.

	Just then, from the corner of his eye, he saw a large, round object; one he recognized as a water tower. He hurried over to it, feeling the twitching getting worse, the drops becoming brief streams, and he knew that was only the beginning. When he placed his claws on the tower, he ripped the top of it off, finding it half filled with water. Before he could get his penis in his hands, he felt his muscles loosen as a massive torrent of urine started to fly out, flooding the city. Without thinking, he aimed it in the water tower, but quickly filled it, causing the urine to overflow and continue to flood.

	He dropped the water tower, finding its contents minuscule compared to what was leaving his body. The urine was coming out full force, killing countless, consuming the city. He stood there for a minute, letting it run down his legs and flood everything, until he finally started to move. Thankfully, there wasn't anybody left to witness the accident, at least not visible to him.
	
	With urine still pouring from his body, he headed toward the coast to flee Japan and head home.