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  1. 10 points
  2. Sandy now was pretty much sure she was doomed. She had to do something to prevent an accident but all of her solutions were to … impolite. Her mind was racing as fast as her pencil onto the sheet of paper that now looked like it was drawn on by a toddler. She was nervous, she was scared and she was in pain, and all because she didn’t pay attention to were she put her feet earlier. Suddenly her tumultuos storm of bad thoughts got interrupted by Olives voice who asked: “Can I get some ice tea?” “Oh God please no”, was what she thought, her mouth however said painfully smiling :”Sure!” She got up and the agony immediately made her cramp together. “Do you still need to pee, Sandy?” “Yes, it doesn’t go away that easy, Olive.” She opened the cupboard, gave the girl her favourite glass and then grabbed the jug half filled with not so fresh ice tea. Of course she had to pick the drink which looked the most like freshly collected urine. Pouring it into the glass was far from being fun. Her thighs were melted together and her hand once again had to be there to help. Moaning she completed this simple task while making Olive giggle like the child she was. “It’s not funny!”, Sandy told her while trying not to laugh aswell “I have to pee really bad!” “IIIAAAAAANN!”, she screamed again out of nowhere. This sudden raise of voice startled Sandy. What followed was a warm sensation of something liquid running down her bare legs. It was only a few drops and thankfully Olive didn’t notice. There was however still time for her to do so for Sandy’s legs were now shiny and moist. She wiped the wetness away with her hands as the girl wasn’t looking. The patch on her shorts was now visible again. Sandy was at her limits. The hope of Ian getting out of the bathroom in time had faded away hours ago. The garden was now her dream destination, but again was it really a good idea? The woman began to desperately pee dance around the kitchen, not caring about Olive anymore. The little girl was stunned by that sight, fascinated and concerned. “Can you hold it?”, she asked her babysitter. Sandy who was barely able to stand up straight by that point looked at her and whispered: “Not for long!” “Are you going to pee your pants?” Olive began to develop slight worries. No answer was given to this question. Instead, Sandy reached for her phone and once again decided to call Liza: If Sandy was going to empty her bladder in the garden she wanted to get permission first. Everything to avoid getting in trouble later on. The phone was ringing … nothing was happening. Impatiently she jumped from one foot to the other with her left hand pressed against her delicate vagina. With a distressed tone in her voice she whispered: “Come on, pick up, pick up, pick up!” Olive asked confused: “Are you calling mom again?” In that moment a muffled voice chimed from the phone: “Hey Sandy!” With the heart in her throat Sandy gathered all her courage to make this embarassing request. Panicky she explained: “Liza, Ian is still locked in the bathroom and I’m in desperate need for the toilet!” “Oh no, honey, are you ok?!” “No …. I really gotta go, Liza, is there any chance I might …” Before Sandy could ask the big question, Liza quickly interrupted her: “Sandy, listen to me …” she carefully began to explain “if it’s really that urgent then go down in the basement and pee in one of the buckets that we got there there!” “The basement?” Not the answer she was expecting. “Yes, the basement! Just go down there, the door is open, there are plenty of buckets in there, take the best one you can find and do your business in it.” “Can I?” Such good news were bringing tears to her eyes “are you sure?!” “Yes, Sandy, yes! Feel free to do so.” “But what do I do with the bucket then?” A sudden spurt shot through Sandys fingers. Olive immediately noticed the splashes on the floor. Liza continued explaining: “There’s an old sink there, just flush it down the drain after you’re done!” “Oh … ok, thank you, Liza! I’m so sorry for this!” “No worries, dear, now go! I can hear you’re in pain!” She didn’t have to tell Sandy twice. The babysitter threw the phone onto the table and stormed out of the kitchen, into the hallway and then down the stairs to the basement door, further losing drops on the way there. She slammed the door open but then - darkness. Where on earth was the lightswitch? Sandy began to blindly search for it while brushing her hands along the cold wall. It’s rough texture was scratching her fingertips as she suddenly felt something plasticky underneath them. There was a button, she pressed it and suddenly the light went on. “Oh thank God!” Shaking she looked around for buckets and luckily she found one soon after. It wasn’t the biggest one, it was even to small to be described as “medium sized” but did Sandy care? No. With pulled down shorts and panties she put the bucket right underneath her outlet, there was no time anymore to squat and then, a wild, delicious gush of pee began to fill up the container. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah”, a painful moan of relief, followed by many others, escaped the young woman’s mouth. Oh what an overwhelming sense of pleasure she suddenly felt. The powerful sound of the stream filling up the bucket bounced along the walls of the room and climbed up the stairs and probably even went down the hallway. “Fuck yeah!”, she said, in silence, after all there were still children in the house. Foam was forming inside the bucket and was swirling around in elegant manner. Sandy got weaker and weaker but she kept on peeing like there was no tomorrow. What a sensation! She pissed away the suffering and all the agonizing pain. Sandy was happy as never before. “Oh God, I gotta do this again!” Now, at the end of her teenage years, in such awkwardly unexpected circumstances, she found a new source of pleasure. An arousing activity that would bring her many hours of joy in the future. This was the beginning of something and she enjoyed the relief right until the last drop. The bucket in the end was heavy and almost filled to the brim, Sandy had to be careful not to spill anything on her way to the sink. She wobbled all the way there without pulling her shorts up first. The amount of pee was smelly and it sour flavour was scratching the babysitter’s nose. The golden product was soon gone, flushed down the drain, never to be seen again and Sandy - she was glad that it was all over. As Liza finally came home later on, Sandy couldn’t stop thanking her for helping her and also not making a big deal out of it. As she then told Sandy a couple of days later over the phone Ian eventually got out of the bathroom, his decision to do so however came long after Sandy had left, to the point that even Liza, who arrived home already needing to pee, evetually had to go outside, in the garden because she couldn’t hold it anymore. “It made me understand what you had to go through that night. I’m so sorry about Ian’s behaviour. I gave him the punishment he deserved!” “No worries, Liza. I’m glad you understand.” “Will we see eachother soon again?” “I’ll be there if you need me, Liza.” What is there more to say to this story other than it all took a happy, wet ending.
    8 points
  3. Hei everyone! My first writing her got so many nice and supporting comments that I decided I had to write more. My first writing was quite serious so I thought this time I would write something maybe not so serious. This happened very recently, last weekend in fact! But I have wet myself so many times playing football that I had lots to choose from but as this was most recent I thought that best. I play football (soccer) almost every week for a local girls team near to where I live. I’m weak and short but but I am fast and I’m quite good player so I usually play at right side of defence. My team is located a short drive from my apartment and each time I play (I don’t play away games) my boyfriend always drives me there and back and sometimes he will stay to watch. What I write now has happened a lot of times. Currently playing football is one of the only times I am likely to have a full accident and fully wet myself, unless I am caught in very bad situation. I have played for this team almost 3 years now. But what I write today is the most recent but is very much similar to every other time. I arrived at where my team plays, it is small place with only the pitch and a small building that acts as changing rooms. My boyfriend drove me there, wished me luck and then left to go do his own thing. I did not need to use changing rooms, I never do I always come dressed in my football clothes and I have boots in my bag. My football clothes are the teams shirt, my own black sports shorts, football boots, sports bra and my own socks. When I play football I wear always the same black panties (don’t know correct word to describe them but they cover my butt, I don’t own or wear thongs) because they’re so comfortable. I left the car and went to join my teammates who were near the pitch. I said hello to them and we talked for a while before the coach gathered us to talk about the match. We were talked about tactics and positions. I was to play my usual place on the right side of defence. The match started well and we took an early lead after our striker managed to run straight through their defence then beat the keeper. I was being kept busy by their left midfielder who tried to beat me lot off times and if I got close she was too strong for me and kept pushing me away. I made a tactic to keep my distance and shadow her and it seemed to work well. She was stronger but slower than me so at a distance I had taken away her biggest advantage. The match had been played for maybe 20-25 minutes when I first wet myself. We were attacking a corner and because I m so short and weak I am always one of the two who is told to stay back and defend. I had been stood doing nothing for quite long time because first there was pushing and shoving in the box and then a dog came running on the pitch. It was then I got very sudden and strong urge to pee and a few seconds later pee was dribbling into my panties. This happens many times when I play football. I think it s because it is the only time I drink sports drinks and they fly straight to my bladder. I think it is usually when I am standing still or doing nothing that I am hit with the urge. I crossed my legs to have a look around to see if my other defending teammate was close by. She wasn’t. So, I squatted down and pretended to tie my shoelaces. Pee poured through my panties and out of my shorts leg holes. I continued to pretend to tie my laces but it was getting to the point that I was peeing so long time that I started to worry I looked stupid so I stood back up and pee continued to run through the leg holes and down my legs and onto my boots and socks. It was actually really big pee and my legs, feet, crotch and bum wear soaked. I shook myself to shake off any remaining drops and then continued to stare at the dog that was still avoiding to be caught. At half time the score was 1-1. We had lost a goal after we had given a foul and they had scored through the free kick. We were all gathered at the side of pitch getting a talk from our coach. We were all listening and drinking sports drinks and water. I was given further instructions to press my opponent harder. I tried to say that she was too strong but she didn’t want to hear it, I was told to get close and not to give her space. The second half started and the game was slow. We were happy passing the ball around our defence and midfield but not making any passes that might be risky and the other team seemed happy to let us do this. After some time the other team got the ball and came at us fast. A long hall was played towards their left midfield so I ran to pointlessly challenge her in the air. She won and then pushed me over as she burst past. I stayed on the floor and we were given free kick for it. The girl who pushed me over said some things when she walked back past me but I’m terrified of confrontation so I ignored her and hid near my much bigger teammate. I don’t know why I do that! It’s so embarrassing! I am actually pathetic if it comes to confrontation. It was now maybe 30-35 minutes into the second half and it was still 1-1. Again the same girl who had pushed me over few times came running at me. I tried to shadow her but I could hear our coach calling me to get close to her which I did. I ran closer and tried to steal the ball. She shielded the hall by turning her back to me and pushing her butt out to get some space. I tried uselessly to get around her to get the ball but she was too good. I took a couple steps backwards and I was taken by surprise when she quickly turned and ran straight at me. I tried to get out of her way but I accidentally made it worse and ended up throwing myself into her. I was thrown hard to the floor and I landed painfully on my right side. I wasn’t hurt but the landing had been painful. I was winded and I struggled little bit to get my breath back. I rolled onto my stomach. The referee blew her whistle and loads of players gathered around me and the other girl, we had both got hurt in the clash. I had teammates patting me on the back asking if I was okay and telling me good job for winning the free kick. I couldn’t roll of my stomach because if I did they would have seen I was wetting myself. When I had landed I had immediately started to pee. It came from nowhere but I started peeing very slightly the moment I bounced of the floor but once started it did not stop I stayed on my stomach hoping my body would hide any evidence that I was wetting myself. Some of my teammates were becoming concerned so I said that I was okay and just catching my breath. That seemed to work and I was given more space to breath. I don’t know how long I was on the floor but it didn’t feel like such long time. I waited few seconds after I had stopped wetting myself to make sure there was no more to come out. I pushed myself to my feet and some pee that had rested in my shorts trickled down my legs. I shook myself again and a few drops did come loose from my underwear and shorts. I composed myself to continue but then I noticed I was being substituted so I made my way off the pitch. I told our coach that I was okay to continue but she said no, she said I had a big impact and that I shouldn’t continued. So I called my boyfriend to pick me up and watched the final minutes of the match at a safe distance from my other teammates. It ended 1-1. My boyfriend arrived short time after the match ended. I got into his car, being careful to keep my wet butt of his seat and on the towel he had already laid down for me. I had just sat down when he made a playful comment about my smell. I probably did smell bad. I was sweaty from the match and soaked in pee. I can’t imagine I was nice to be stuck in car with. But he didn’t complain. He just gently teased me and drove us home. I could write so many of these but they are all basically same. Playing football is the only time I don’t care too much about wetting myself. Maybe because I know the whole game can’t stop just so I can go to the toilet? I don’t know. But I genuinely don’t feel embarrassed about wetting myself playing football and I’m pretty sure my teammate has done same thing in the past. This is why I wear the same panties and shorts every time I play football. They are perfect. My panties are so comfy and don’t give me uncomfort at all even when they are wet and my shorts are light so don’t hold much wetness and their black colour barely shows any wetness. My boyfriend always says if he didn’t know me, smell me in the car or see me in wet underwear when changing for shower he would never know I had wet myself. I think this also gives me confidence to not feel embarrassed. Thank you for reading! I hope you have lovely day!
    5 points
  4. Commission #54 & 55 ❤️ 💛 💦💛❤️ Anonymous Commission. Characters: Pyra & Mythra (Xenoblade Chronicles)
    4 points
  5. I have noticed that after being 2 years at home, my bladder has gotten a lot weaker, so I am back again with a slightly humiliating (but hopefully still enjoyable) story! So, to give some extra backstory, I don't live that far away from the local library. I say like a 15-minute walk. So, I enjoy doing my work and some studying in the library! It keeps me more focussed, more organised and generally more engaged in whatever I am doing, plus the small bit of exercise and fresh air that I get right before and after a session is always nice! So, last week, I decided to plan a work session for around 1,5 hours. I took my laptop and two bottles of water with me. I was wearing a short plaid skirt, and a sweater and I had some black shorts under my skirt that I had tied firmly around my waist so they wouldn't slide from under the skirt. The shorts are more used as a protective layer in case someone sees under my skirt, so that's why I wore one! Especially when out in public, I like to wear shorts under my skirts. I arrived at the library and sat down at my usual spot. I took out my laptop and bottle of water and started working. Everything was going fine until I could feel the slightly uncomfortable weight pressing down on my bladder. I shifted a bit in my seat, both curious to see what happened, and too lazy to get up and use the toilet at the library itself. When I had finished my work and also the two water bottles, I could feel like my bladder was full. Yet, I wanted to see how far I could go. I wanted to push my buttons a bit and try out something new. I assumed I'd be able to hold it all the way back home. In the end, it was only a 15-minute walk. Well, I should really stop giving my bladder that much credit as I didn't exactly make it. The first half of the walk went fine! But in the second half, I was starting to really struggle and small spurts escaped in my panties. I wanted to hold myself, but I was too horrified that anyone would see me. So I just speed-walked as best as I could, clenching every muscle and trying not to make it obvious that I was really, really desperate to pee. Right as I could see my house, however, I was on the brink of losing it. The drawstring of my shorts was pressing down on my poor, exhausted bladder and I was dancing as I tried to make it the last few meters back home. As I entered, my bladder was giving up and I held myself with everything I could, but pee was dribbling down my legs. I lifted my skirt, but the shorts were too tight to be pulled down nor to be opened. I watched in horror as I made a massive puddle on my floor.
    4 points
  6. With a summer of family vacations ahead of me, and a minimum of opportunities for omo, I thought that I´d get the best out of the last week on my own. I challenged myself to wet every day, but in different settings every time. A week to celebrate wetting diversity. Here is how it turned out. MONDAY: LATEX UNDERWEAR I had never tried latex clothing before, and it was my partners suggestion to buy me some, to see how it is to wet them. To try something completely new would be a good start of this week, I thought. I managed to put them on (a bit tricky) and we went in to the bathroom. Even if I had been needing to pee for a while I found it hard to really let go, so I started peeing little by little. Soon the panties started to bulge. It was like filling a water balloon. A very strange feeling. After filling up a bit more I could slosh the pee around with my hand, and it was kind of nice to stimulate myself without really touching. I just put some pressure on the “balloon” and let the waves of my own pee roll over me. When I peed it felt like peeing while you´re taking a bath, because the pee just went straight into the lake surrounding me. And the underwear hadn´t leaked one single drop yet. We were almost nervous what would happen when I kept peeing, if everything would just pop and splash out suddenly, but it didn´t. After a while some was trickling down my legs though, and I noticed that if I put too much pressure with my hand on the underwear, or moved my legs around, it would leak. Bending my knees resulted in gushing on the floor. The experience was more fun and interesting than sexy, to be honest. It didn´t really kick my fetish buttons. I´m just too much of a pants wetter. But it could be exciting to wear them under regular clothing and not really know when they will start leaking and wet my pants. Must try that some other time. TUESDAY: BIKE WETTING AND RAIN WETTING I was going to town in some errands, and the plan was to wet my shorts on my bike on the way, swim in the city lake, change, do my shopping and head home. I waited until I needed to pee and headed out. I took the shortest route, and it was busy with traffic from both cars and other cyclists. I only let out spurts when there was nobody nearby, but I still managed so soak the seat of my blue shorts well, and I could see the drops falling down. When I got to town I had to pass by what seemed to be a big group of tourists from another country out on a stroll around the lake. I came behind and passed them by. I kept going until I reached a beach where I was alone. I parked my bike, took my shoes and t-shirt off, but then I saw the long line of tourists coming my way and I realized I didn´t have time to go into the water before they started to pass me by. I didn´t want to have their staring tourist eyes all over my exotic soaked ass, and I also still needed to pee and didn´t know if the water temperature was warm enough to allow my bladder to relax there. So I just quickly sat down in the grass, and discreetly wet myself right there, as the groups were slowly passing by. They were still staring at me, but I knew there was no way they could see what I was doing. Once they had all passed by, and before someone else came, I hurried out on the bridge and jumped in. I was surprised to find the water comfortably warm, and could enjoy my swim for a while, but it started to rain, and I thought I might get up, get dressed and put my rain jacket on before it started gushing down. I also took some tissues and cleaned my bike a little. Just as I also wiped my left shoe where I had seen some pee trickle down, a dog walker stopped and started talking to me “Have you… (wet yourself? Peed your pants? Had an accident? How did she know?)…been swimming?” (Yeah, of course) “Oh yeah, it was actually pretty warm” I said, and we talked a bit before we parted ways. To go swimming for some reason always leads to conversations with strangers, especially early or late in the season when people think I’m crazy because the water is so cold. The fun thing is, I have almost always just peed myself when this happens, and if they knew that, they would probably think it made perfect sense for me to jump in and get myself clean. But I keep that part to myself. I did my errands, and had one left, a big popular secondhand store in the outskirts of the town where I wanted to look for some birthday gifts for my partner. But I really needed to pee again. I guess I never emptied completely before. Suddenly wetting again on the way home felt like a good idea, but then I wouldn´t be able to concentrate on the shopping, so I decided to just go and pee in the next store anyway, since I knew they had bathrooms. I got up on my bike, and the rain was now pouring down. My black sport pants were soon wet. And then it struck me that I could basically do whatever now and nobody would see a thing. After 5 more minutes of biking in the rain towards the industrial area, I was even more soaked and made my decision. I let the first spurt out still on the bike when I was turning in to the parking lot by the store. As I parked my bike I peed myself right there with lots of cars and people passing by. Not a full flooding, but enough to go down my legs, as I let some pressure go, before I went in to do my shopping, drenched in both rainwater and pee, but fully comfortable. When I was done there I got out to my bike again, and this time I just stood there with my back against the building, relaxed and carelessly let the pee flow into my pants as the cars kept passing me by. I stopped and looked down my legs. Nothing really showed so I let go again, no longer even caring about the shoes. It felt amazing. WEDNESDAY: DIAPERED BEDWETTING I have told you before about how hard it was for me to accept my love for peeing my pants. It took many years of shame. When I finally came to embrace it, I wasn´t ready to accept that I also had some interest and curiosity in diapers, so this took another little while for me to start exploring. First experimenting with towels, then I bought a package of dry-nites for teens in the supermarket just to see if they would possibly fit me. They are really tight, but I can actually wear them without discomfort. I like the feeling of being protected and start peeing into a diaper. I like the possible sneakiness about it. But after I have wet there´s something missing. The feeling of wet fabric against my skin, the look and humiliation of peed pants are important parts of my fetish that I don´t get from a diaper wetting so it just doesn´t turn me on as much. It doesn’t mean I don´t like it. It´s still very comfortable and relaxing. So, the night before Wednesday I slept diapered with plans to wet in the morning. The earlier times I´ve done this have been really bad for my sleep, but this time I didn´t have a night shift ahead of me or anything so I could be more relaxed. I still woke up a bit too early, but I just stayed in bed, as I felt the need to pee starting to come. I have never been a bedwetter, not even as a small kid or while completely drunk. My body seems to have strong barriers. So to just lie there fully protected and allow it to happen feels so wrong and so cool. It took a while before I could let a few leaks out, but then after some time I started peeing in longer spurts, feeling the warm diaper swell up. I started my morning routine of checking my phone while still peeing what was left in my bladder, and now my diaper was at its limit and the wet patch on the protective sheet was growing. I felt a little bit turned on, but since I have found it hard to really get there during diaper play, I boosted myself with some stories of sneaky diaper wettings in public from the Omutsu section on here, and it worked just fine. What a great start of the day. THURSDAY: JEANS WETTING WITH PRIVATE SCENARIO Thursday was busy. Work all day, and then I´d go directly from work to beer and karaoke with my friends. Some of the rules I have when it comes to omo play are “don´t do it at work”, “don´t do it around friends”, and “don´t do it in public while under influence of alcohol”. So what I planned for this day was to wet myself at home at night, but spice it up with some build up on the way home. Trying to think of an embarrassing public scenario that I would imagine myself to end up in. This is something I do pretty often, and it usually adds a lot to the excitement of the wetting. It´s like roleplaying with myself, and combined with the real physical sensations it has often created a memory I can go back to in my mind, almost feeling like the imagined accident happened for real. I had a great night out, and five beers later I was on the train home with a bladder starting to fill up after the last bathroom visit at the pub. I had met a friend on the pub who lived in the same area so instead of getting into my scenario I had to sit all the way listening to him ranting about his loyalty against his workplace as he had been offered a new job somewhere else, and he didn´t know what to do… I got off the train and headed home, needing to pee, not yet desperate, but in my head I had been holding for a long time. Me and my imagined friends were going out partying in the city, had to walk a bit to the place, and I was really longing for the relief. Once I got inside my home and looked for a towel to place on the floor so that the puddle wouldn´t spread all over, my bladder started to spasm a bit. I was in front of the mirror, but I was also in the line to a night club, realizing I wouldn´t be able to hold it if they didn´t let us in soon, and that my grey jeans wouldn´t hide anything if something happened. Then I peed myself. Everything just came out, and all I could think of was “How amazing aren´t these jeans to pee in?” I tried to think of the scenario, but it was 1.30 am, I was a bit drunk and it just kept coming back to how great it felt and how the jeans did such a perfect job spreading my pee all over myself with very little ending up on the floor. Lesson learned – scenarios are better played when you have more focus. It didn´t really add much to it this time but it was still a great wetting (because how awesome aren´t those jeans...) It´s also obvious that there is no recipe for the perfect wetting experience. What works best varies from time to time. FRIDAY: STRESS LEAKS As much as I love slowly losing control during extreme desperation, it´s something I for bladder health reasons only do on very special occasions, and that kind of loss of control has only happened to me when I planned it and chugged much more water than my body needed. I just don´t ever get urgently desperate in my daily life. But there are other ways I can make myself lose control, at least a little bit. I have the typical stress leaks after childbirth. It happens usually while running but also sometimes while walking fast, especially downhill, and it doesn´t have to be a lot in my bladder when this happens. This is a matter of conflicting feelings for me. I have been proud of my strong bladder, and the ability to fully control in what situations I wanna get wet, so it annoys me to see that I don´t always have that control anymore. But I´m determined to find ways to enjoy even my genuine small accidents. One thing I do for fun sometimes is to wear some light colored jeans and take a walk without peeing beforehand, knowing that if I leak a few times before I´m home it might almost or slightly soak through my jeans, and it´s exciting not really knowing if it will happen or not. This time I chose my yellowish jeans. I had found them on the shelf at work where people put clothes they no longer use so that others can have them. I don´t like the color, but they fit me well, so I just use them for omo stuff. I headed out for an hour long route this time, through the village, across the motorway, into the forest, and then back home. I was only needing to pee a little bit when I left, but had been drinking a couple of big glasses of water so I knew it would hit my bladder sooner or later. It did when I was halfway through the forest. I had some urges to pee when I stopped to take photos, and could feel the pee right close at the opening as I walked, but I was still dry when I crossed the motorway bridge that took me back to the village. I started to think that I might actually make it home dry. How boring. But there were still some long steep downhills left, and I knew they would probably get me. Down the first hill, there it was. A few warm drops slipping out into my underwear. But it was so little. I was over the last hill and almost home. I clenched my muscles and held on well. A bit too well. So the last few steps downhill I was speeding up my pace, stretching my legs, and was soon rewarded with a bigger warm leak coming out. I quickly touched my crotch, and it was possibly a bit damp, but all wetness was in my underwear. Once home I just couldn´t resist letting a spurt out while looking at myself in the mirror. It shut straight out and created a cute little patch on my thigh. Time for masturbation with a bladder still nicely full before going to the bathroom, shower, and get ready for work. SATURDAY: SNEAKY “SURPRISE” WETTING Another busy day. It was my fantastic, perverted boyfriend´s birthday, and we had only two hours to celebrate it before I had to go to work. Before he came I needed to wrap his present gifts, cook dinner, do laundry and of course dress up for him. Grey suit pants, a shirt, a tie, and a suit vest would make his fetish senses happy. With our tight schedule of dinner, cake eating, cuddling and sex I would also need to sneak in a wetting. One of my favorite partner play is to do it unannounced, and just waiting for the other to notice. He does this to me too sometimes. This time it was a little bit too predictable though. He knew about my 7 day challenge, he even asked me how it had been so far while we were having dinner on the balcony. Of course he expected me to do it again today. But at least I managed well to hide my growing desperation and just pretend to be relaxed during dinner. When we had finished our cake and started kissing, we went to the mirror in the hallway. “Let´s see if we´re looking good together” I said, and immediately let a spurt out in my pants. I could feel it trickle all the way down my leg. When he smiled and said “Oh yeah” I first thought he had noticed me peeing, but he was just admiring the way we looked. We made out, and I peed myself again while kissing him. It was cosy. Looked down at my pants and was surprised to see the wetting still didn´t show at all. I hadn´t wet these grey pants before, and apparently, they were almost waterproof on the inside. At least for now. We were getting horny (well, we had been all the time) and S put his hand in my pants and felt my wet underwear. “Hmm… is this pee or…” he said, and I didn´t reply. But I kept letting long spurts out. “You´re wetting yourself, right?” he said after a while. I looked down, and there was a small puddle at my feet, but still not a sign on the pants. The puddle was slowly growing as the pee ran out of my leg holes, and we put a towel there before it crawled away too long. The outside of my suit pants still appeared dry and clean. That is, until we both had reached climax and my left leg was covered in cum. Now I didn´t look that presentable anymore, but it was all his fault. S went to undress, while I remained standing on my towel, now able to relax and fully empty my bladder. With this more intense stream the pee finally made it through the fabric and there were a few small dark patches in the crotch and down the legs. I guess I have found some new pants that are great for public play. SUNDAY: THE “NOT LIVING ALONE”-BATHROOM WETTING I had saved something great for Sunday. It was my last work shift before vacations, I would be home around 10 pm and as a grand finale I was of course gonna soak my work uniform pants. That has kind of turned into a traditional thing. To add a little special to it, I planned to go down to the beach walk before heading home, sit and watch the sunset as I flooded my pants and maybe take some amazing photos. I had stayed well hydrated all day at work, and my last glasses of water were really kicking in on the train ride home. I couldn´t really think of something else. I knew I could hold it without problem, but the relief would be fantastic. Jumping off the train full of both pee and anticipation, I got a phone call. It was my ex. Our kid had changed his mind and insisted to come to me now instead of in the morning as we had planned. They´d be here in 10 minutes. So, all the nice build up for nothing. I waited by the train stop until they arrived, and I managed to hide both disappointment and the growing need to pee while walking home. I knew I was also in some way lucky. Had I got that phone call just 20 minutes later I would have had something much more embarrassing to try and hide. Now I made it home dry and had a long unsatisfying pee in the toilet. Once the kid was asleep, I wanted to at least complete the challenge, however uninspired I felt after this fail. I locked myself into the bathroom and put on my yellow jeans from Friday. I hadn´t washed them after that small leak. I had peed in suit pants sitting on the toilet before, but not jeans, so that could be something to try. After so many wettings this week it wasn´t hard to let go and pee just as if I had been to the bathroom normally. It actually felt just the same. I peed and I heard the sound of the stream hitting the water, the only difference was that my whole butt was getting warm at the same time. Nothing showed in the front, but of course I ended up with a huge wet patch on my ass. I guess if you just have a sweater to tie around your waist you can be really sneaky with a wetting like that even in public places. So my wetting diversity 7 day challenge was complete. It was fun and I´ll probably do it again some time, with new ideas. BONUS ON DAY 8: ACCIDENTAL WETTING Yeah, isn´t it ironic that after 7 days of deliberate wetting, on the first day of my dry season, I´m having a small unplanned accident in public? I left my kid at home, to go out for a short jog, just 2 km. I had just emptied my bladder, and I hadn´t had much to drink. That meant I should leak a few drops at most, so I didn´t consider it risky to put on my green cotton shorts instead of something more discreet. Well… This day I was wrong about it. I think I had just been running for one minute, when I started leaking. My bladder still felt completely empty so I kept running, but I also kept leaking. Soon I realized it had soaked through my shorts, and the insides of my legs were wet. It was ok in the front, but I had no idea what it looked like from behind. I knew it must be a patch showing. I was just wearing a t-shirt and had no chance to cover the wet crotch, so I took a shortcut home. Only a few cars passed me by, and I didn´t bump into neighbors so it wasn´t that bad. But I didn´t feel so comfortable about this. It always feels kind of boring to leak when the bladder is as good as empty but in more hiding clothes I probably would have enjoyed it more. An accident is a big turn on in my fantasy, and not always that much in reality, but I´ll just have to work on that. I hope you enjoyed reading all of this and get inspired to have your own wetting diversity week! The pics below are from Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday.
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  7. Oh god, not too long ago and this was something that hadn't happened since I was in college. We had gone out clubbing and came back to the house to keep things going at an afterparty. I remember pounding down some alcoholic seltzers while everyone was playing drinking games and then...black out. I woke up in bed early in the morning and felt wet...everywhere. The realization that I had pissed myself pierced through my drunken fog. Even worse my bladder had clearly been absolutely bursting when its muscles gave out and the flood had soaked my clothes, my bedding, everything. Just processing the shock and humiliation took me a few moments as I began to think now what do I do?
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  8. I don't know if this has been mentioned but sailing instructor is a good one that I know of. I was never a full instructor myself but sometimes the White Sale III's would take out the junior sailors at my yacht club and teach them about the bigger boats. It's pretty easy for a male to pee off the side of a boat (I have seen both kids and adults do this multiple times... from behind of course) but practically impossible for a female. We would usually come in for a lunch break but on times that we didn't I know we were all pretty desperate by the end of the trip. I knew at least one girl who had a full fledged accident because I was on the boat with her, but I think it happened semi-frequently. The good news was it was pretty wet sport unless it was a calm day, and an accident was fairly easy to hide as we usually all had wet butts anyways. The only time I ever peed my pants was this one time when I was 11 during a day trip to an island and it was particularly embarrassing. I don't know what happened, but I just really had to pee more than I usually did that day. The worst part was that I actually held it till we arrived at the island. I physically couldn't do it when I was trying to tie up my boat and I had a huge squirt into the bathing suit that I was wearing, and at that point I just left my boat and started running. There was no bathroom on the island however, so everyone had to go into the woods ad I really didn't make it that far. Pee just started coming out uncontrollably. I whipped around a tree and slipped down my bottoms as it gushed out and a couple people including one younger boy a tree in front of me started yelling at me that I was too close to their peeing location. I still cringe when I think about it 😬. I jumper in the water afterwards to make it not look obvious and lied that I just must have peed on my bottoms a bit by accident, but I know some of the other kids knew what actually happened... This is definitely an experience that I wish never happened and I knew could have been prevented if I was a boy and had just peed over the side like so many others do. However if it's somewhat cold out we usually we all had wetsuits on and then even boys would not be able to pull that stunt so easily. We had a female instructor as well when I got older when we were on more frequent day trips, and she held almost as long as we all did every day. I'm pretty sure the male instructors were the same since they probably would have been fired if one of us caught them with their thing out hahaha.
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  9. I have black mesh athletic shorts I got from Walmart about a year ago, and I've wet myself in them before because a friend dared me to hold it for as long as I could. I'm usually not very good at holding though. A little bit started to leak out and I kinda slowed it down at first. No one would be able to tell at all because of the shorts, except for the shiny part that showed up as I peed. But soon my leak sped up again, and after that I couldn't stop it happening. I fully emptied my bladder against my will. I had to admit to him (in text) that I was wetting myself and couldn't stop. It felt like I was peeing for such a long time. The shorts barely showed anything though. I'm sure it was his goal to make me squirm and eventually pee on myself haha. He knows I can't always hold for very long, and he knows about some of the times I couldn't make it. But considering I'm into it if I'm alone, I don't mind him knowing. He playfully teases me, but he also has said he thinks it's cute when I can't hold it. I guess I don't mind him thinking that either.
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  10. I do both depending on my mood, as both have fun parts to them. When I'm standing, my legs get wet too and what I'm wearing feels wetter. While I'm sitting, my butt gets wet.
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  11. Hi! I put this story in a post yesterday to try and prove a point in the "Who can hold it longer, males or females?" thread, but I realized it was pretty long and thought I might add it as a separate story in case anyone was interested by it, so sorry if you already read this. It's one of the only story's I have worth telling anyways. I am one of those people that go to the bathroom about 3-4 times a day, and am not used to being concerned about when the next bathroom might appear since I have a high tolerance for holding even in public. Well... This time I took a beating for it haha 🙂 I was in my first year of university when this happened. I was 18 years old but didn't have a car or drivers license, so in order to visit my boyfriend for the weekend hwo lived in a different town I had to take an hour and a half long bus ride. He was living in residents at a different university than me. I was totally in a rush to catch my bus after school ended at 5:30pm and I don't think I use the bathroom like I usually do after class. I wasn't well hydrated and I barely had to pee then so I didn't think much of it even though I haden't gone since about 10am that morning. I grabbed a sandwich and a large hot chocolate from the Tim Hortons just before getting on my bus at 6:30. I arrived around 8 and definitely had to pee then but still not badly enough to wait in the creepy bus station bathroom line 🙃. It was getting dark and late so I just wanted to keep moving (it wasn't a nice bus station, smaller town). It was a 40 minute walk to the university campus, and I definitely was getting a bit desperate on the walk there which I somewhat enjoyed actually. I was hoping my boyfriend might want to mess with me when I got there but I knew he probably wouldn't, he wasn't really into that unfortunately. Anyways the BIG problem was, when I got there at like 8:45 the girls at the front desk told me there were no guests allowed in the dorms overnight on the weekends, especially since he was on a boys only floor 🤦‍♀️. They said I would need to find another place to stay, which I didn't know how to respond to. I called my boyfriend and he told me to tell them it was fine, which I was confused by but I followed his instructions. He then managed to slip me in one of the side automatic-locking doors and we ran right to his dorm. As soon as I got there I whispered "yay! I'm here so nice to see you.. Umm... where's the bathroom?" And he said "Oh its a shared bathroom out in the hall. Umm... You probably shouldn't go out there" I could NOT believe it hahaha omg, what a guy! We played some card games on the floor for a while and then we decided to go to bed around 10:30. I was totally wiggling and pressing my pelvis against the floor the entire time we were playing games. Every once and a while when I put my hand between my legs, and he would ask me if I was alright. I kept explaining that I needed to pee, but he just kept saying "you really should wait until morning or they might kick you out." I think he was just trying to ignore the problem haha, I don't think he realized how badly I needed to go. Anyways I was really glad we decided to go to bed early as I knew that laying down would help my desperation go away. My body went completely hysterical and I almost squirted bare on the floor when I went to change into my pajamas. Taking the pressure of my clothes off of my vulva always does that to me when I'm holding haha F, but I needed to wear my jeans the next day and I didn't want to put a wet spot in them or anything. This all while my boyfriend left to use the bathroom and brush his teeth haha After a while of shifting around (I think I shoved some blankets tight between my legs because I learned that helps 🙃) I got some short bursts of restless sleep. I eventually woke more up significantly around 5am and noticed I had a massive bladder bulge, basically lifting my pajamas right off of my waist as I lay on my back (which I had never seen before). Very visible, and very uncomfortable I remember. I tried to show my boyfriend but he was sleepy and didn't understand what it was or what was going on. At this point I was so desperate and uncomfortable there was no way I was getting back to sleep. I got up (which made it worse XD), and with my right fully groped around my pelvis I opened the door and carefully started making my way down the dimly lit hall. I saw the male only one but I definitely didn't want to use it. Down by the building entrance (where I first got denied entry) I noticed through the glass in the door that there was no longer anyone guarding the main door. I opened the door to the lobby where I finally saw a proper girls bathroom. Jesus it took some effort XD. I peed for a really long time haha. I got pushed way beyond my limits for what I would consider fun. I held for about 18 hours, although for a lot of that I was not well hydrated it was still a long time and I think the most desperate I have ever been. I never leaked though! My pajamas and underwear from the night before were dry, which was really good now that I think about it as I would have had nowhere to take a shower. I'm really glad I have a space to tell this story actually as I'm slowly remembering more of the details. Looking back it was kind of a fun experience! Although it didn't feel like it at the time. Thank you so much for reading if you made it this far! I'm pretty sure most would not care for such a long story haha but I thought I would share anyways just in case. So may great writers here and I want to contribute. Anyone else have a similar experience? 🙂
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  12. Oh how I love summer. 😊 We have beautiful weather, already above 30 degrees Celsius. Of course you have to drink a lot when it is that hot so I have to pee quite often during the day. I just recently took a little walk around the park in the evening. I was wearing black shorts and a black polo shirt. But the sun also makes me really lazy so I didn’t bother to find a place to pee and just let go in my pants whenever I felt like it. Hmmmmm soo naughty and good 😈😍 And those pants only show it seconds after I pee in them so I didn’t have to worry too much about being discovered by the people passing me. Or at least I didn‘t. 😁 Who also likes to do this kind of casual wetting? FullSizeRender.MOV
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    This JAV is very much the same as HJMO-425 where a girl who needs to pee rides an exercise bike that has had its seat removed and replaced by 7 to 8 vibrators. She then rides it for as long as she can before losing control and wetting herself. The first 4 files are just the wetting parts Screenshots are in order of the files The Uncut file has all 4 girls plus they have to have sex with someone after the wet themselves. Here are the links to the rest of the Vibrating bike wetting series Enjoy
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  15. So who here just likes the feeling of going in the shower? I like it because it’s really easy to clean up.
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  16. Urbosa from Breath of the Wild?
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  17. I think Bayonetta would be a fun character to see wet herself!
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  18. Like about 5 minutes from now . . . 😀
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  19. I really am a fan of Ada but it was hard for me to imagine a scenario in which she would have an accident. So let's just say a bloated bladder is keeping her from getting her stiletto hidden stiletto up to her hands. Granted I don't know if needing to pee would actually make that bend difficult, but then again I can't fold in half like she can. Anyway hope you enjoy!
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  20. It makes me happy that you guys are looking forward to this! Just letting you know, it will not be a very detailed game. The story will be mostly linear, and it will be structured like a novel with choices every once in a while.
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  21. Overall wettings are just so cute. Something special about how hard it is to get off when you desperately need to.
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  22. I'm with the theory that women are just more used to holding it than men. I was out chasing bald eagles for film/photography with a female friend who is also into film once. We met at my place at 7am and headed out to the a wilderness are where I'd found baldies before, and after exploring there for a while we followed the eagle route to another spot where I'd found them before. On the way to the 2nd spot we stopped at a coffee shop, and I got a coffee and she got a protein shake (which she guzzled down before we were even back on the road). Shortly after we arrived at the 2nd spot I used the bushes at around noon. By around 12:45 she asked how long we were going to be there, because "I'm hungry and I have to pee really bad. But I can handle it." While we were there though, we saw a short eared owl hunting for something in the grass, which is actually a fairly rare sight, so naturally I was shooting like crazy. We wandered around a bit and chatted for a while between sightings, and ended up not heading out until around 5pm, and got to the first gas station en route back around 5:15 or thereabouts. I don't personally know any guys who'd have held out that long once they were that desperate!
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  23. The video is called "Vollgepisst im Doppelpack" (basically: "A double wetting") by MyDirtyHobby model "Nova-Nilla". I have a slightly higher quality version: Vollgepisst im Doppelpack mit Nova-Nilla.mp4 As far as I know, there's no follow-up clip to this one, but Nova-Nilla has other piss and wetting clips on her MDH account, often mixed with some light BDSM stuff.
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  24. I'm pretty sure I have it, I'll have to figure out how to upload it if this does not work. After Pub piss - XTube Porn Video - peluja66_x264.mp4
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  25. Nearly all the women in my circle of friends are what you'd call "outdoorsy". They hike, bike and do other things that take them close to nature, and usually far from toilets. I can personally attest that most have peed outdoors and am pretty sure the others have, as well. As for those who haven't squatted, I guess they prefer to stand.
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  26. Hello everyone. Today I had a bit of a fun adventure. I had to run some errands and I wanted to spice things up once again so I put on my cute but also badly pee stained blue cotton panties and a nice mid length black skirt with my favorite sandals. I went to the first store already pretty desperate and got the things I needed no big deal. Next stop was ups store to pick up a package, standing in line I felt I really needed to go now. I tried my best not to squirm around, I got my box and left the building before I felt a small trickle on my leg. I got to the door of my car and let go with a semi audible hiss as pee streamed down my legs and splashed on my feet. I was seen by a youngish guy behind me who just looked amused and kept walking. I put a towel on my seat and drove to the next place which was the mail place for my home. I got out and felt the cold wetness as i went and got my mail(wooooo more credit card attempts). Got back in the car and drove the next few minutes in horny rage. I got to my home and brought my groceries and the package in, i got to my kitchen to put the stuff away and decided to wet myself again, so I released my pee while leaning against my fridge and it felt great. I cleaned up and finished putting stuff away before I went to go pleasure myself. hope you enjoy. I am also looking for outfit recommendations as well as new and exciting places to have “accidents” so be sure to leave your suggestions -Alias
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  27. That's Melania I believe is her name, I have at least two other videos of her, and also agree, she is one of my favorite models. Here is the first one I have from her and small enough to fit inline. MGF-Melania-Stretchy pants and a shower.mp4
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  28. A place for me to dump all of the images I've been working on. You'll find mostly female pee desperation here.
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  29. I was reading an old thread about how what percentage of girls had wet themselves (responses varied) but I also wondered what we thought the percentage of girls (say 25yo, to bring in uni experiences with drinking) would have had to squat somewhere to wee when desperate? I do sometimes wonder about friends, and whether they've ever had to have a squat! Probably the chances increase significantly if they are into drinking in pubs/clubs, outdoor things like hiking or just hang out in parks a lot, running... even as teenagers drinking in the park i'd imagine lots would have had moments! so it must surely be quite a high percentage?
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  30. First times I started buying incontinence products for myself I was so embarrassed. At first I refused to go alone and took always my mum with me. Then when I met my boyfriend I started to take him instead. These days I don’t need someone else to be there to help me get what I need and it’s mostly because, well I’m kinda used to it now, but also self checkout makes it much easier. If self checkout still scares you then maybe try buying online.
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  31. It definitely can. If I really need to go bad enough and someone tickles me it will definitely at least cause some issues or make it really hard to keep in. I've also heard that it can also be a trigger for some incontinent people as well. I think it partially has to do with the fact it can be a distraction from holding like @BurstShrimp68 said. But I think it more has to do with the fact that when you laugh and your diaphragm spasms, it can put extra pressure on the bladder. That's why if you ever laughed while peeing it increases the stream pressure by what like feels like 1000 lol It also generally makes you kinda tense up as well when you get tickled so that probably also adds even more pressure. And when all three of the above things combined that can equal accidental uncontrollable wetting 😄
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  32. Could you do something with Meggy Spletzer from SMG4
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  33. does anyone else have a certain sensitivity that becomes more prominent while full? personally, when my bladder gets to a point of near-bursting, my nipples get super sensitive. so I'm really curious what other people have found changing abt themselves when they're full (besides a heavy bladder, lol)
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  34. Glad to hear that there are occasions where wetting yourself doesn’t bother you so much. And yeah, black pants are just awesome when it comes to hiding wetness.
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  35. My partner knows and also shares many aspects of my kink. If she hadn't given so many indications or hints that she was into it early on in the relationship, I doubt I would have told her. I also told an ex-gf many years ago, after she had found some desperation and wetting videos saved in my browser favorites on my laptop and asked me about them. She would sometimes hold it for me as she knew I enjoyed seeing her desperate, but was never really into it herself. I've never told any of my other exes, although obviously I saw some of them desperate a few times and would feel a little guilty for enjoying it more than I let on. My most recent ex told me she had 'a bladder the size of a thimble' as she would need to pee so often. I also briefly dated a half-Italian, half-Spanish girl at uni who I thought might have been into omo, or at least open to exploring it, but I was always too shy to mention it to her. I still regret not bringing it up, as she always seemed to put off going to the toilet until she was literally jiggling and squirming in desperation, and I wish I'd asked her just once to hold it longer.
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  36. Just now! How it started: vs. How it ended:
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  38. I wouldn't be able to deliberately wet myself in front of a friend (unless that friend was also into omo). It would be too embarrassing otherwise...it would have to be an genuine accident where I absolutely couldn't hold any longer. I've only wet myself in front of others while wearing a diaper...they didn't know and it felt weird to be doing it but it felt so good.
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  39. I was pretty desperate to pee and was doing a ‘how bad do you need to go?’ Online quiz. Turns out really, really badly. I’d already leaked during the squat section of the quiz so jumped in the shower. I wasn’t done just yet though! IMG_8309.MOV IMG_8310.MOV
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  40. DISCLAIMER: This story is completely fictional and takes place in a slightly different reality from ours, so it might be a little confusing at first; Plus this story and all others are part of the same reality, showing what this oddball messy world is like through different characters. Here's the big one though: The story contains diaper messing/pooping. I know this site is mostly about wetting and most don't care about pooping. So if you don't like that sort of thing and don't want to read this story, that's perfectly fine by me, just giving you a heads up. Also sorry for the wait for this story, I was suffering a creative block on how to handle this story but now I've got a better focus on this tale. Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story anyhow. Maggie’s Accident in the Woods Part 1 Summer time at Williams Park was always a sight to behold, and not just because the park was along the ocean. The park spanned a large slice of land full of nature's beauty and a legendary view of the Coast. Small pockets of forests and playgrounds dotted the park along with many jogging trails connecting them together. In between it all were grasslands and strips of sandy beaches open for endless fun for families from all over the world. Many memories were made here from endless birthdays, family reunions, and even whole weddings. For 25-year old Maggie, the park was where she spent most of her childhood. Her family used to live near the park so they were able to go to the park whenever they wanted. Many of Maggie's days were spent at the park with her oldest friends; Playing games at the playgrounds and exploring the forests along the trails. It was the woods where Maggie remembered the tree house she and her friends built a long time ago. As a kid she would visit that tree house with her friends every day to do whatever they wanted until nightfall. They would share scary stories, play hide and seek and tag around the tree house, and challenge each other with truth or dare. Nowadays though Maggie would come to the park occasionally to walk along the old trails for hours after her nurse hours at the local clinic. Of course she still was in close contact with her friends from her childhood, but they rarely visit the park as much as Maggie did. Sadly she couldn’t exactly remember where her childhood treehouse was built, as it was set up deep in the park’s largest wooded area close to the beaches. But today Maggie felt nostalgic, and decided to try to find the old tree house. It should still be there since her friends built it in a secluded spot that no one would find easily. So Maggie set off from the paved trails she would normally walk and onto the older dirt paths in search of her lost treehouse. Unfortunately as Maggie began her search in the brush of the woods, she started to feel the need to pee grow. "How bloody inconvenient," Maggie thought to herself in annoyance. The nearest bathroom she knew of was a port-a-potty near the parking lot that was busy when she walked past it earlier. "Ah screw it, I can hold it in long enough to find the tree house. By the time I come back the shitter should be less crowded. Worst case scenario I piss in my pull-ups of which I can easily hide with my skirt." With that settled Maggie continued down the dirt paths while holding in her pee. She set forth walking amongst the trees and climbing the higher grounds closest to the beach looking for the hidden tree house, Maggie was sure it was near the beachhead surrounded by thick foliage and a canopy of shade from the taller trees, those were the only details she could remember about its location. In fact she could hear the gentle waves of the ocean sweeping across the shores as she searched, however hearing all that water was not helping her hold in her piss. The more she searched for her tree house, the more the pressure inside her increased. Little did Maggie know that things were about to get worse. "FFFRRRTTT!!! BBRRAAPP!!!" "Oh no," Maggie said on the verge of panic. Now not only does she need to piss but she also needs to shit as well, adding to the pressure. Now there was no way she would hold in both pee and poop in time to reach the port-a-potty, nor could she hide a fully loaded easy-up so easily. Plus she was close to the busy coastline, anyone nearby could stumble into the woods and find her filling up her pull-ups at any time. If she’s found with a dirty pull-up outside of the toilets, she could get severely fined by park security for violating the park’s messing policy. Maggie needed a solution and fast. "Wait... The tree house!" She exclaimed. Of course, the tree house is secluded away in the forest, it’s the perfect hiding spot to release everything into her pull-ups. Unfortunately Maggie would have to sneak around with a loaded easy-up to the closest toilet. Easier said than done to be sure, but if she tries to go for the restrooms now, she would definitely fill her pull-ups out in the open in view of everyone before she would make it. At this point, there wasn't any other option left. Now the hunt was really on as Maggie looked high and low frantically for the tree house before it was too late. Holding everything in was beginning to slow her down however, as she often had to stop in her tracks to cross her legs and fight back the urge. Despite the pressure growing evermore heavy and even painful within her, Maggie refused to buckle and kept struggling; determined to find her refuge. Still she found herself loudly farting on occasion reminding her of the dwindling time frame she had left. Maggie eventually reached the top of a small hill next to the coastline and finally struck gold. She found a wall of foliage up against the small cliff face she was standing on surrounded by tall trees, with a smaller tree within the tall hedgerow like bushes. Seeing the opening between the bushes facing the beach, Maggie bolted down around the hill onto the beach and entered the hidden area and thankfully found the small tree holding her tree house leaning from the base of the cliff as beautiful flowers grew around the tree. Surprisingly the tree house was still in good condition although a tad smaller than she remembered. Her memories began to flood back into her mind at the sight of the tree house, all the games she played with her friends here and at the beach, swimming around splashing each other in laughter. "Good times," She thought to herself, becoming lost in her memories. "BBLLAARRTTT!!!" While Maggie was distracted by her thoughts, one of her farts snuck up on Maggie, catching her by surprise, and allowing some pee and poop to escape into her pull-up. A small wet spot was felt in the front while a small bump formed in the back of the padding. Quickly realizing what just happened, Maggie woke up from memory lane and clenched up as she approached the tree. She carefully walked to the spot where the tree house ladder hung, knowing it was the most concealed spot, which was needed for her current situation. Before she got on with it, she double checked for any sign of people and found nobody around, she couldn’t even hear the crowds from the other beaches. Maggie, without removing her gray shorts, began pushing into her pull-ups. "Psssssshhhhhhh- SPLORTCH!!!" Warm pee and soft poop began to flood into Maggie's pull-ups simultaneously. Down front the piss flowed into the easy-ups steadily, changing it from dry to wet. Then the pee spread upwards from the bottom as more liquid soaked the padding. Meanwhile a smelly mound of poop began to grow in the back of the pull-ups. her mess mushed together as more soft shit quickly filled the padded seat of her easy-ups. Maggie wasn't done though and kept pushing, releasing more piss and crap into her pull-ups. Maggie was really glad no one was around to see this, the amount of waste she already dumped into her pull-ups is embarrassing enough without including the filth she still had to push out. Now her whole front was swollen as her pull-ups were now soggy with piss, and still more was flowing out like a waterfall. Maggie's backside was fairing just as bad with an ever expanding pile of shit in her easy-ups, the bulge becoming heavier, dirtier, and more visible even with her shorts on. Her pee and poop then met at the very bottom of her pull-ups, yellow and brown joined together in a mix of warm waste. "Oh lord, I don't know how much more my pull-ups can hold, it's not an actual diaper after all..." Maggie thought to herself, growing more concerned over her easy-ups. But just as she finished her thought, her piss began to slow down to a light trickle as her bladder was now completely empty. "Oh thank god," she thought, perhaps she will be lucky today and won’t have to deal with a leakage in her pull-ups. However she was still pooping her easy-ups without stopping, and now she began to feel her crap begin to slither out the sides of her pull-ups. "Shit, shit, SHIT!!!" she frantically thought as she entered panic mode. Without hesitation, Maggie pulled her shorts down, revealing her colorful diamond pattern easy-ups, and pressed onto the padding’s rear edges with her hands. Maggie hoped by doing this she could keep her filth from spilling out the sides. Surprisingly her desperate tactic was working, her shit was no longer trying to flow out of her easy-ups. However, even more soft mush was still plopping into her pull-ups and needed room to settle into the padding, So her smelly poop began slouching upward toward the waistband and every other direction it could fit. It felt like an hour, but only after another minute of pushing, she was finally done pooping. The pull-ups were definitely full now, However Maggie lucked out due to her quick thinking, as none of her waste managed to spill out. "Whew, that was a close call," She thought. Looking down, she saw her easy-up’s front padding drenched with wet yellow liquid, swollen like a small balloon. Meanwhile her hand gently rubbed the soft stinky bulge hugging her ass, she surmised the size of her mound to be the same as a football. The unbearable pressure might have been finally gone, but this whole episode was only the easy part. Now she had the challenge of finding a restroom or port-a-potty without being discovered. As for the tree house, she will have to visit it another time better prepared to enjoy its memories, at least she now knew where the tree house was hiding so there was no need to search the woods next time. With a silent sigh, Maggie bent down and pulled her shorts back up to conceal her now full pull-ups. Wrapping her shorts around her bugle, it lightly squeezed the messy contents, hearing and feeling her mush squelch and squish inside her pull-ups to compensate for her tight-ish shorts. Even with Maggie fully dressed once again, It was obvious to anyone who would see her that she had an accident in her easy-ups, her swollen padding showing through her shorts from the back. Nervous as ever, Maggie started back to the beach to head back to the crowded sands where some toilets would be. However as Maggie got closer to the public beaches, she noticed there was someone separated from the crowds who was walking towards Maggie’s direction alone. It was a woman around Maggie’s age carrying what looked like a satchel, and she was traveling slowly while clenching her stomach. Maggie deduced that she might be experiencing a stomach-ache but wasn't sure as this mystery person was still a distance away. But then the woman noticed Maggie and began hurrying to her, freaking Maggie out a little bit. She didn’t want this person to discover her dirty accident, but then again Maggie was a nurse for a reason as she always had a need to help people. So against her instincts Maggie walked towards the woman meeting her halfway. Looking at her now, Maggie saw it was one of her childhood friends: Vicky. "Maggie! Oh my god I didn’t think I’d meet you here! Well I’m sorry for bothering you but I wondered if you could help me out," Vicky told her with a very strained voice. How they managed to meet here at this time was astronomical but welcome. This revelation explained the satchel Vicky was carrying, it was a diaper bag. "Hey Vicky! Of course I’ll help you," Maggie said as her nurse training kicked in. "Well I know you don’t work here, but I was wondering if you knew anywhere that was hidden from prying eyes," She paused for a second as it looked like a shot of pain erupted within her gut. "Why? What’s the problem?" Maggie asked. "Can you keep a secret?" Vicky asked desperately. "Yes of course," Maggie assured her. "Ok, The nearby port-a-potties are backed up and the park restrooms are out of service, And… well… I need to poop my diaper badly but I don’t want to get fined by security," Vicky told her. Maggie felt a sense of Deja-Vu as she was in this position a while ago. Maggie couldn’t help but smile a little as she involuntarily turned to the side, showing Vicky the smelly bulge in her shorts. "Don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret. Now follow me, I know a place," Maggie told her friend. To Be continued...
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  41. Piss Pissing Stockings Porn GIF by princesspiggiela RedGIFs.mp4
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  42. I've noticed it a lot in people who don't realize how little they typically drink. So many times I've been talking to women I met on this or other omo sites who have been claiming they can hold like a lake or pee just 2-3 times a day, but when we go into details turns out they're just dehydrated. Like just recently I've been chatting with someone who claimed she has a huge bladder, but then said she can't hold anymore after drinking like 2.5 pints. I was genuinely surprised, not expecting it to happen so soon after claims of "huge bladder", but again, turned out normally that person just doesn't drink much, and thinks that being able to hold 2.5 pints for a few hours is a huge bladder... though it's barely above average by my standards and comparing to my own bladder that can hold about 2 liters of urine in. Most of the women into omo I've been talking too were able to hold along 800-1100 ml, so I consider that bladder size average.
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  43. Commission #41!! 💜🖤💜🖤 Credits to: @OmoNadia (Character and concept) & Myself (Davi's Character)
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  44. yikes

    From the album: Semiaquatic's Omo Art

    When you have too many glasses of wine at an expensive restaurant and then pee your pants in their nice fancy bathroom because you were too tipsy to make it in time
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  45. Whoa guys. I lost it leaving work. I was THIS close to safely getting in my car and being able to sit down. But as you can see...close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades 😉 Went into the office. Had a TON of water and coffee. Time flew by bc I was in the work ZONE. I didn't think I'd burst like this. I got so twitterpated over this accident that in my fluster I forgot I had to go to the store omw home! Oopsie. The cold REALLLLLLY accelerates things. Wow! I had to ride the elevator down with a cute guy ( well,what passes for cute in that building because the bar set pretty low) and was able to keep my cool. He got off on 1. I got off on P, natch. And well, the rest is here to see. 3 vids Before. During. After. 20220201151916737.mp4 InShot_20220201_191811145.mp4 InShot_20220201_195202018.mp4
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  46. I am exhausted and need to cum again and rinse off...but in a nut shell. But I wanted to share this at night. Left work early to go to the salon. I get a mani/pedi religiously every 2 weeks. I work hard and enjoy treating myself. One of my best GFs owns it and it's a really positive female environment. I enjoy being candid and affectionate here at the end of the week. Acting normal. Lol. I'm not normally good at small talk with women 😬. But since quarantine either they are nicer or I'm more open bc I get so much out of these silly, affectionate, pampering moments. Hair and skin and nails are all so sensual. Had water, coffee and prosecco there.At this point in the day I have to go every 20 mins. Then dinner with coed friends- wine, water, these darling Lil whiskey can cocktails I discovered and delish food. I last used the bathroom at the salon when I left at 7 and managed to hold on through dinner. Dinner over and we head outside around 930. It got COLD out ( upper 30s on the coast), and there I was: no coat, this outfit, a full tummy and bladder. We all stood around saying bye then the BF and I drove a friend home. Next, back to my office to get my car back. That is a 40 minute drive. I warned him once on the interstate that we might need to pull over. We laughed as I had a hand up my dress, pushing the pee back in. We get to my office ( where I left my car that afternoon) and he tells me to go inside and use the bathroom. It's not normal to scan into the office at 1030 on a Friday night but I gave a lot of autonomy there and they don't mind when I do it😇. I told him "it's not as bad now, I can make it home". He told me I was nuts but laughed. I wanted an accident so bad and I was barely holding on. Especially once I got out of his car to get into mine. So cold! Made it worse. So, away we go. I knew I'd get ONE chance, if at all. He was driving in front of me. My brain was raving as to how to get away without it. If he saw me he would get suspicious of SOMETHING. So,I let a few cars get between us over a couple miles. And well, the rest is obvious😊. My bladder decided what was going to happen. As it should❤️.I lucked out. A seasonal beach park I've never been to didn't have the gate up yet. **AND GUYS** THE STEAM! The omo gods smiled on us tonight. I couldn't have PLANNED that. I keep watching the end just to watch the steam billow🥰 InShot_20211106_000901818.mp4
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  47. Author's note: Story inspired by @AlphaHyoudou art. --------------- "Hap! Hyah! Yah!" One small circle of this forest of the underworld was about as far from being quiet as Heaven was from Hell. Though it was on the vast property of the illustrious Gremory family, the mansion that sat at the center was entirely out of sight. It was a necessity to be so far from the one piece of civilization that broke the untouched natural expanse, for even welcomed guests of the family’s only daughter couldn’t just destroy the building with their training. As such, Xenovia Quarta swung her massive sword, Durandal, out in what was practically the middle of nowhere, where she could cause no lasting harm. Not to any humans or devils, thankfully, because Xenovia was strong, something only amplified by her holy sword. She could easily level a small section of this woodland if she so desired. And to the knight, that was awesome, she wanted more of it and that’s why she trained. There was someone that did mind, however. Xenovia’s training companion for the day, fellow member of Rias Gremory’s evil pieces, the blond bishop: Asia Argento. Though the two had met under strained circumstances, with words like "witch" and "heretic" being thrown around, things between them had gotten better since Xenovia’s knighting. The two shared commonalities in upbringing, after all, both being former members of the church that had strayed from the path of God, so it didn’t take long for them to become close friends. They had their differences, of course. The most obvious were the physical traits, Xenovia filled out a school uniform a lot tighter than Asia could with her two massive nun-bags, but personality diverged quite dramatically as well. Asia was not as forward or aggressive as her bosomy buddy; in fact, she wasn’t a fighter at all. Her role on the battlefield was through the usage of her Sacred Gear, Twilight Healing, as a support. It was this lack of experience that caused her to shrink back and squeal with every loud, deadly swing of Durandal. "D-do you have to be so violent with it, Xenovia?" "This is how you use a sword," she answered, dropping her sword by stabbing its tip into the soft dirt so it would stand upright on its own. "I need to become stronger. That way, when I bear Issei’s child, it’ll be as strong as it possibly can be!" Without wasting a moment, Xenovia got right back to her practice swings, as if nobody else were there. But if anything could fire up the demure Asia, it was the prospect of someone stealing Issei from her. "No, I won’t lose! Even if you have bigger boobs, that doesn’t mean I’ll just give Issei up!" The bishop pouted, puffing her cheeks and crossing her arms. Though she was crabby, a warm smile still crept across Asia’s visage, having a friendly quarrel with a close companion. Still, it wasn’t a happy enough moment to distract from the pit below her stomach, one filling with fluids. Soon, Asia’s smile moved to curve downwards, stifling a quiet squeal, and her knees arced inwards, slender legs quivering in her shoes. All perfectly natural physical responses to needing a bit of a pee. This morning had been an early rise for Asia, as it often was back in the convent, when all of the members of the Occult Research Club gathered for a feast of a breakfast, so everybody could build up their strength for the rigorous training ahead. Koneko wolfed down her share and left before anyone else could pick up their utensils, dragging Gasper along with her, but Xenovia was almost just as eager to get to work, and so went Asia as well. In other words, no time for a bathroom break. She didn’t get to go beforehand either. Whatever Akeno was doing in the one bathroom near the bedrooms she knew how to find, she sure was taking a long time. Softly, the bishop slid one hand down her thigh, her wrist pressing the hem of her uniform skirt against her sensitive skin. A light brush of her fingers against her private parts sent a shudder up her spine, distracting her from the mounting need for a moment, but it quickly returned unless she did something to stem the flow, even something as small as keeping her legs closer together. It wasn’t that Asia had no experience with holding urine. Back when she was a woman of the cloth, the need to serve priest, congregation, and the Lord could often mean hours of fighting to not soil her cloth. Even in more recent days, the hours in class could seemingly drag on when she really needed it to end. She had practice, but that didn’t mean she enjoyed it. The opposite, in fact: as soon as she felt she needed to go, it consumed her, she felt every little pulse from her bladder as if it were filling by the second, and the fear that it might all spill out when she least wanted it. It was a self-destructive cycle, she made herself sick worrying, and that only hastened the impending urination. It was in her best interests to get to a toilet sooner rather than later, to avoid any potential accident. Problem, of course, being her location in the middle of the forest, where there were no ladies’ rooms; not even a dirty outhouse for emergency situations. Hesitant as she was to say anything, usually much preferring to keep this sort of act private, as God intended, Asia was left with little choice but to ask. "Um, Xenovia... I think we should maybe go back to the mansion now." Finishing with her current, wide swing, Xenovia relaxed her sword arm as she turned to face Asia. "Why? We’ve only just gotten started, I’m still capable of going for far longer!" "Y-yes, but I’m not sure I can... I mean, I could go, I really need to go, which is why I can’t go for much longer..." Even as she said them, Asia knew her words were jumbled and little more than nonsense, and as such, she subconsciously supplemented them with a bit of a dance. One foot was raised just off the ground, squishing one knee tight against the other as she twisted on her heel. With that worried glint in her green eyes in conjunction with the wiggling, Asia didn’t stand a prayer of hiding her real need. She might have been better classified as "dumb muscle", but Xenovia picked up on it right away. "Ah, you need to urinate?" "D-don’t say it out loud! It’s really embarrassing... But, yes..." Both hands clutching the front of her skirt, this time more out of shame than pee desperation (though there was still plenty of that), Asia found herself forced to look down, away from her friend. As such, she didn’t see the way Xenovia looked at her, only heard her response once spoken. "So, would you prefer I stand watch?" "W-watch?" "Yes, while you are predisposed. I doubt anything particularly dangerous would bother us, after I scared them all off with my training, but better safe than sorry." Asia’s heart leapt straight through her throat. "Y-you mean, d-d-d-doing it outside?! B-but we’re girls!" "It’s not that hard," Xenovia assured. "Crouch the right way and keep up the pressure. Irina and I used to relieve ourselves in that manner often, when the church had us out on their missions." Asia’s mind went totally blank. "S-s-s-s-s-s-" She stammered for several seconds straight, and when she finally pushed past it, she only had one word. "Sinful!" Squatting near the ground, unknowingly completing the first step in urinating outdoors, she covered her ears and shook her head violently. Not that Xenovia didn’t understand the act of labeling of something unfamiliar as unholy, but it seemed presumptuous, and a little hasty, to dismiss the act of answer nature’s call while surrounded by nature. After all, if she didn’t, things could get a lot worse for poor little Asia. Maybe she just needed some confidence, some promise that it wasn’t a bad thing. Lucky for her, she had just the idea. "I could also stand to urinate, actually." Some healthy hydration with breakfast in preparation for the sweaty day ahead, but it had all worked its way down her tract, now ready to fully exit her system, wherever she pleased. And she was already somewhere she found perfectly acceptable for such a task. "I can go first and show you how it’s done." That got Asia’s attention real quick, but not in the hopeful way Xenovia would have liked. The bishop sprung to her feet, practically rushing like a bat out of hell in her haste to grab Xenovia’s shoulders, squeezing them so tight that it felt as though they might bruise. "No, you can’t! If you go, I won’t last, I’m sure of it!" Pulling back, she pressed her palms together, closed her eyes, and dropped her head. "Lord, please forgive this lost lamb, acting outside your design." Only once she had finished her prayer did Asia realize what she had done and recoiled back, expecting the usual sharp pain for breaking the natural order herself, yet it never came. She mentally thanked Issei once again for getting her ability to pray back. Xenovia shrugged, backing off. "I still need to do some more training, so you may want to go back on your own if it’s really that bad." Asia looked back in the direction of the Gremory mansion, though the dense population of woodland wholly obscured the grandiose building, and the heaviness in her chest grew a little denser. She wasn’t a fighter, and the underworld was a dangerous place; something terrible could happen to her were she to walk by herself, when she couldn’t expect the Lord’s protection. She gulped. If Xenovia wasn’t going to accompany her, she didn’t have much of a choice. "I-it’s really not all that bad. I can wait until you’re done." "Are you sure? It would be bad if you were to hurt yourself while holding." "I-I said I’m fine," Asia shouted, sounding incredibly defensive. And she noticed that she had overdone it, because before long, she stepped back and broke eye contact. "S-sorry. You don’t have to hurry or anything, I-I can wait." She forced a smile, and made a point to stand in such a way that her legs were spread shoulder-width apart, not holding herself in the slightest. She held that pose for what felt like a century, her smile wavering worse and worse, before Xenovia accepted her words. "If you say so." Though a very short sentence, it was one filled with apprehension, doubt, a feeling of distrust in her friend’s words. But what kind of friend would she be if she pressed the matter? If Asia said she could hold it, she could. After all, lying was a sin. So, with Durandal in hand, the knight went right back to solo training. As soon as eyes were off her, Asia regressed right back to holding and potty dancing. It was a pretty pitiful display, only excusable by the total privacy she enjoyed. "Nngh...maybe I can’t do this..." Her abdomen pulsed and burned, filled like a balloon that had been way overinflated; she could just feel the stretches and strains of her bladder as it worked overtime to keep her dry. That was probably the main reason she was sweating buckets, dampening her white uniform shirt and turning it transparent, at least transparent enough for her pink bra to shine through. So many bodily fluids seeping through her pores, yet still, she was full to bursting. And just thinking about it was only making things worse. The mass felt heavier with every brain cell spent focusing on it, poor Asia needed a distraction, something else on her mind. But nothing too taxing, lest she lose control inadvertently. Something like...a conversation. Yes, she just needed to start talking to Xenovia, and it’d take the edge off, surely. But about what? She was never great at small talk, and now, she only had one thing on the mind. "Um, I know this is kind of weird, but there was something I was curious about. That leotard-thing you wore when you were part of the church... How did you pee in that? Did you have to take the whole thing off every time?" A real normal question. If Xenovia found it strange or an intrusion of privacy, she didn’t show it. If anything, her tone while answering was as casual as if she were talking about her hair. She didn’t even break stride in her training. "It’s hard to see, but there was a little slit at the crotch of the bodysuit, I just had to unfasten it first. It was a bit on the strange side, but it was convenient, I must admit. So long as the flaps stayed out of the way, of course, which didn’t always happen." Though the memories were hardly fun at the time, Xenovia couldn’t help but find herself smiling at the recollections. Moreso at the times it was Irina in trouble rather than herself. Meanwhile, Asia immensely regretted asking that question, because it definitely put the image of her friend Xenovia peeing in her mind. She didn’t know it for certain, she had definitely never sought the information out, but something about Xenovia gave Asia the idea that she peed long and hard. And at this point, she herself could imagine matching that. Just spraying a pressure washer of yellowed water on the dirt ground... "Ah!" She threw the brakes on that train of thought quick, but only after a tiny spurt of urine shot out of her "holy grounds" and soaked into the taut fabric of her underwear. It wasn’t much, only leaving a stain the size of a 50-yen coin, but that was only because of the timely intervention of her hands, shooting between her legs and up her skirt, clutching her groin with unholy strength, forcibly preventing any further leakage. It worked, but only for now. She quivered and moaned at the exertion required to keep herself dry, even as she felt the radiating heat from her little leak on the center of her right palm. Even if she were in a proper, civilized building, she’d be dropping everything to run to the little devil’s room right now. So the thought that she didn’t have easy access to a toilet, and wouldn’t anytime soon, was despair-inducing. Yet still, she said nothing. She just threw everything she had into waiting for Xenovia to be satisfied with her work for today, pushing her patience to its limits. So consumed by her fight, Asia completely failed to notice Xenovia stumble in the follow-through on one heavy swing, losing her balance as one foot stomped a new, hurried print in the earth to prevent a tumble. She froze, but her eyes darted down, and her left hand abandoned Durandal in search of a cozy hug from her thighs and crotch. A drop of sweat rolled down her cheek. "I might need to cut training short, for my own sake." --------------- "Please! Please move out of the way!" The front door to the Gremory mansion flew open, as if a starving, feral hellbeast awaited on the step. If anything, the monster might have had more restraint, because Xenovia’s swing of Durandal took the heavy door right off its hinges, bisecting it horizontally as it shot into the foyer with a crash like a cannon. It was quite the show of strength, given that she only swung with one hand. Her other hand was not moving from its death grip on her crotch. Today had been a shorter day than Xenovia had initially wanted, due to "external factors", she did cut it off at some point when the discomfort became way too much to bear. That at least ensured she didn’t explode before getting back, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t close. She had definitely pushed her luck way too far before finally throwing in the towel, and as she bolted back to the mansion with stiff gait, she held her pussy with all the strength befitting of a knight. That kind of force was necessary, or she’d soon be greeted with a great flood to last forty days and forty nights. Yet, even on this precarious precipice, she was still in a better spot than poor Asia. The bishop was a polite girl, so when she was told to wait, she did just that, quietly biding her time until Xenovia was finished. This gave her more than enough time to fill until she spilled, and here she was, bursting at the seams, sweating oceans, hands drenched in hot urine thanks to their unwillingness to move a hair’s breadth, terrified that the dam would burst if she relaxed the death grip even slightly. It may have sounded overkill, paranoid even, but Asia’s level of holding was necessary, no two ways about it. Even with everything she had done, she had already half-wet herself. Her light pink panties had been thoroughly soaked, the wet spot reaching halfway up her butt and, thanks to a particularly violent bout of doubling forward during a leak, even stretched remarkably close to the little ribbon on the front waistband. Her pale inner thighs glistened with several trickles of pee snaking down her skin, drenching her white socks with yellow. And there was the quite large dark spot marking the front of her skirt as well, the inevitable result of her forearms holding the skirt against the spurting spout. Yet, despite the liters she had already tinkled out, Asia was still brimming head to toe with pee. She had to go worse than ever before in her life, so it was no wonder she was in a hurry, a mad dash back to the mansion, where that heavenly toilet awaited. It wasn’t a run, not even in the loosest sense, she was just weighed down too much for that to be possible, but she kept pace when tunnel vision meant all she could see was the bathroom door approaching. And approach it did. In a merciful act of architectural design, one of the mansion’s many latrines was located in the main foyer, its thick oak door visible right from the entryway. It was closed, but no light could be seen seeping through the minuscule slit between its bottom and the floor. "Thank the Lord, it’s free," Asia moaned, finding the motivation and strength to pick up the pace, somewhat. It was still agonizingly slow, giving her bladder ample time to inch closer and closer to the end, but the finish line was drawing close, and hope sprung forth like the fountain she was desperately fighting to stem. It was easy to be optimistic that she’d scrape by this time, an optimism that continued to well up as the bathroom’s proximity drew closer and closer, filling her view until it was completely consumed by the brown door. Asia’s eyes began watering, tearing up from unfiltered joy that her trial was almost over. But she soon had another reason to cry, when she saw a hand reach out to turn the doorknob. Asia had yet to brace herself sufficiently to remove either of her own hands from her crotch, meaning it couldn’t be her own. It could only belong to Xenovia. Asia had sort of forgotten she was there, right by her side. And she was just as desperate as Asia, so it was no wonder she was just as much of a rush to enter the bathroom. Problem was, this wasn’t some school restroom with several stalls. This was a personal bathroom, meaning one toilet. That was the natural order for answering nature’s call: if one person was using the restroom, the other would wait outside. It wasn’t uncommon for Asia to wait outside the Hyoudou’s bathroom door for Rias to finish, but this was different. Asia had never been even close to this desperate while at home, something that cut severely into her waiting potential. Meaning, there was no potential for waiting. Asia had to use the toilet now, or she would pee herself. But Xenovia was in the lead. She was the one reaching out to the door, leaning in to take the first step, her face softening as she prepared herself for the release in her near future. All she needed to do was make that move, and she’d be blocking Asia from passing through the one-person passageway that was the doorframe. From there, Asia would stand no chance of using the little girl’s room first, and no chance of avoiding an accident. She only had one way to make her stand now. "Xenovia, please stop!" Asia’s voice, even in a forceful shout, wasn’t that loud. The only reason it got Xenovia’s attention at such a critical time was because it was so unexpected, so close to her ear, that it succeeded in startling her. Asia couldn’t see, but she could have correctly guessed that the shock resulted in a squirt of urine in Xenovia’s panties. "C-can this wait?" "No it can’t! I need to go first! Please, wait until I’m done!" Asia’s face was, to put it mildly, pitiful. There was just no denying that she was bursting, at the end of her rope. Her face was bright red and coated in a sheen of sweat, with the lines of tears from her bright, twinkling eyes reflecting the lights of the hanging chandelier. One would have to be heartless to deny the desperate pleas of this angelic girl. Heartless, or in the midst of just as much of an emergency. "I’m sorry, Asia, but I really don’t think I’d be able to hold out long enough for you to pee-" "Don’t say the word! I can’t take it!" "For you to do it first! I’m absolutely bursting here!" Xenovia knew, even as she made her case, that it wouldn’t change any minds. Both her and Asia were bent forward, legs crossed at the jiggling knees, chests heaving, hands squeezing their girlhoods like there was no tomorrow. About the only differences between them at this juncture were Xenovia only holding herself with one hand, and having a fraction less urine dribbling down her thighs. So, technically, the knight was in a better state, but by a negligible amount. Both were at their holding limits. Though Asia was just a hair further past the point of no return, or at least her bladder said so. It chose now to speak out, more like a scream, with an explosion of searing pressure from the quite-visible bulge on her belly. But no worries, because that fire was extinguished by a certain flood that gushed out in conjunction. There was no longer any way for her to claim, in good faith, that her panties were not thoroughly soaked, and it was in no way confined to her clothes. In fact, it dribbled in a heavy shower straight down between her legs, splattering on the waxed tile floor like a spilled drink glass. Somehow, she got it to stop after only a few seconds, something so difficult and straining that accomplishing said pause could only be described as an act of God, but it continued with more warm rivulets down her smooth thighs soon after. Xenovia had stopped to have this conversation just as she turned the handle to open the door, and the shifting body weight in her little potty dance caused the door to become slightly ajar, the inside of the water closet being just barely visible from the outside. And Asia took notice. As soon as Xenovia instinctively reacted to the half-wetting happening within arm’s reach by doubling down on her holding with her second hand, Asia took the opening and barreled her body weight through, practically sending the door flying off its hinges. It was loud, but she couldn’t possibly care now, not with the shiny, immaculate white porcelain toilet immediately in front of her. But she only got halfway across the room before someone burst in right behind her. "Asia, you have to stop!" She did not. "I’m sorry, but I really, really can’t hold it any longer!" The trail of gold that marked her steps confirmed the truth. "Pee in the sink or something!" Xenovia had considered that outcome, but only briefly. Said sink was a singular unit, and one only supported by its lone pillar to the floor. Its outer bowl walls were thin, hardly wide enough for a toothbrush to rest. The whole thing was nowhere near the necessary sturdiness to hold an adult-sized woman, especially not one with two heavy bombshells on her chest. If the knight could even find the strength or flexibility to climb over half her height to mount the sink, it would probably shatter into a hundred pieces before she could get her underwear off. And, since her mind was already on the possibility of relieving herself somewhere other than the toilet, it’s fair to say she didn’t discover much to work with. Because this was a mansion with entire wings to spare, and because this specific bathroom was not situated in the living quarters, it was strictly meant to be used for guests to "powder their cheeks". Any bathing was done in dedicated rooms, so there were no extra drains or plumbing for her unorthodox usage. Shame, as Xenovia had plenty of experience with shower pees. Sometimes, convenience won out. Asia could not be further from that mindset. She knew the toilet, and only the toilet, so she was using the toilet. With the chilly seat seemingly reaching out with invisible icy tendrils to stroke her legs, the bursting bishop turned to face their door, butting her butt into the toilet’s space, plenty of goosebumps sprouting on her rear end from the drop in temperature. She had exposed quite a bit of her rear, lifting the back of her skirt with one hand, flashing her drenched pink undies, sticking firmly to her plump, round ass. It wasn’t like it was glue, of course, as she quickly yanked the undergarment off by bunching the saturated cotton in her palm and thrusting down, the force making her rump jiggle and shake loose a few drips. That would not be the end of the rain, not by a long shot. In fact, she only had her panties halfway down her butt cheeks before the holy water sprang forth once more, though it was obviously unable to dampen her bottomwear any further than it already was. The hot liquid jetted through the fabric as if there were no obstacle, and with remarkable force: she was angled towards the toilet, true, but her behind hovered a short distance above, making it all the more lucky and impressive how much crashed down into the standing water of the bowl, echoing out with a loud, pleasing ring. It almost made up for the other half that sprayed across the seat, the underside of the raised lid, or failed to build up any momentum and continued to run down her legs. Whoever came into this bathroom next would have a deep cleaning ahead of them. In fact, it was looking like they’d have two different puddles to clean up soon, with the other being distinctly Xenovia-scented. The knight was still just inside the small room, frozen, paralyzed with desperation. She already had to pee substantially worse than anyone she had ever seen before today, that need multiplied a thousandfold, to a devilish degree, as soon as Asia’s number one hit the open air. The sounds of fluids colliding with one another inside the latrine was torture for sure, but somehow, the raw splattering of those same liquids instead meeting cold, unyielding surfaces hit Xenovia far harder, and broke her. She needed to piss, now. But she couldn’t just sit on the toilet while Asia was using it, even if the bishop herself wasn’t sitting. Taking care of business the normal female way right now was just asking to get pee all over her lap. It was still possibly preferable to getting pee all over her legs and into her shoes, as it would if she didn’t move. And she couldn’t run to another bathroom, or even onto the mansion grounds, it would have to be here. A flash of inspiration ran up Xenovia’s spine, hitching a ride with a rolling chill, offset by the boiling urine in her panties. Like a woman possessed, she bolted to Asia’s side, all but knocking her away with her wide, Issei’s-child-bearing hips. The physical impact, coupled with the startle of having her personal bubble popped, caused Asia to recoil and throw off her aim, making even more of a mess. "X-X-X-Xenovia, n-no! Get away!" Her scream was more like a screech, the sort of voice that should scare away either the screamer or the one being screamed at. And, for obvious reasons, Asia couldn’t move. Xenovia theoretically could, but she didn’t. She much preferred to use her time to lift up her skirt and shove her ass out behind her, clad in a pair of sexy purple panties trimmed with black lace. The sight of something so seductive on her flawless feminine figure would win over any man, were it not for the sizable, though not absolute, pee stain on the crotch. Or maybe Issei was into that kind of thing. She’d be sure to ask him later. Well, there was no point in focusing on her underpants, because she dropped them to her knees without delay to free her "sheath", one fit for any holy sword, while wiggling her butt to get it pointed straight and true at the watery target. Not that she had any visual confirmation, facing the opposite direction, she had nothing to rely on but her instincts. And even if they had any adjustments to make, they would be drowned out by those same instincts screaming about the natural need that really needed doing. So maybe it was just blind luck that the ensuing torrent flew like a hose straight into the bowl. At least, as much as one could realistically expect; she was still a girl hovering well above the toilet, some mistakes were practically inevitable. She did get it into the toilet water, but the very most back, meaning she had only just reeled it in enough to not wash the seat, lid, and the hinges that connected them. She was hitting the water dead-on, and Xenovia was a power pisser under the best of circumstances, the splashback was high and it sprinkled all over the seat. It was probably for the best that she didn’t try to sit down once she had started. And neither did Asia, not just because self-preservation warned against jumping into a direct line of fire. Or water, though it was so hot that it was difficult to tell them apart. The air of the underworld was that of a temperate climate, the inside of the mansion even more pleasant, but were it even slightly leaning towards the "cool" side, Asia had faith she would see steam rising from either of their torrents. Even without the visual clue for the difference in temperature, the usual sign to how dangerously long their warm bodies held such a vast ocean of urine, it was still not a pretty sight. The fountains that abounded from their private parts, fueled by fluids that had stewed in their respective bladders for far too long, were both a dark, cloudy gold. Being out in the woods the majority of the day did make the two a bit dehydrated, but things could have been a lot worse if they had all the water they could drink out there. Outside of that, Xenovia continued tradition of being the far stronger of the two, as even the muscles that compressed her bladder and forced its contents to void exerted more power. Asia’s spray was no small feat, but she was filling a sink and Xenovia was filling a pool. The number of drips with enough velocity to fly off weren’t even remotely comparable: it seemed like Xenovia was missing as much as she was hitting. Hers was also a decidedly different texture, much more frothy and foamy, building a thick layer of white bubbles atop the water, making it near-impossible to tell just how much the two had discolored and dirtied the toilet in a scant half-minute. So Asia didn’t look, not at herself, and not at Xenovia. She didn’t look at anything, in fact. She just let her head fall as her neck went limp, her mind heavy and empty. She almost began drooling in a pure brainless stupor. Or maybe it was just bliss, bliss that sent repeated, quaking shivers through every muscle of her being. It took all her strength to keep her legs from buckling, the only thing keeping her from crumpling over was using her arms as support beams, with hands pressed against her knees. Still, her lower half was wet with a mixture of sweat and urine, so with every heave of her chest, her grip slipped a little. But she wasn’t thinking about the possible bad outcome. She wasn’t thinking about the future at all. She was consumed by the present, by this moment, and all the pleasure it brought, more pleasure than she could dream of at night when she thought of Issei. As the torrent of pee gushed out, the inconsistent force, lowering and raising back up to its full power in waves with every breath, tickled her in just the right ways, and against her most sensitive areas. And even though it was simply the absence of pain, that steadily growing relief that came from no longer having a bursting bladder was just icing on the cake. It was like she had died (again) and gone to heaven. "Oooohh..." Xenovia felt much the same way. Lacking the mental barrier that was shame or embarrassment, the knight could focus the entirety of her attention on the unfiltered, pure and heavy relief that flowed through her veins more than blood. "Aahhh..." Being a woman of the church for so long, she had entered well into her teenage years before feeling thrills of this magnitude. She had never done anything to herself to result in such ecstasy, and she had never let her bladder bloat and fill to a point that the simple act of urinating could bring anything in the galaxy of this level of euphoria. The effort of holding enough water to flood the River Styx had heated her body as if it were burning in the flames of Hell; with every hard gasp, she could almost see her breath. A blush had long since bloomed on her face and it wasn’t going away, shining ever brighter thanks to the sweat that trickled from her brow, sliding down into her cleavage. And her breasts, a bountiful gift from the Lord, shook off a lot of that perspiration every time they bounced, jumping in such an extravagant way with each heave of the chest that it was all-but-impossible to believe she wore a bra as she did. Of course, the sweat was nothing more than drops in the bucket compared to the other bodily fluids being expelled from the back end. The two members of the Gremory peerage continued to thoroughly paint the toilet behind them a shade of yellow, with little in the ways of accuracy or cleanliness. At this point, the two could do nothing but give themselves to the moment, relax and let relief untold wash over them in a golden, foamy, and stale-smelling wave. After all, no force in Heaven or Earth could stop what transpired in this small mansion water closet, so there was no point in fighting. Every battle comes to a climax at some point, of course, so the monsoon from the bottom ends of two young women began to let up, if only slightly. If anything, the reduction in power eliminated some of the water tension keeping the torrents as uniform as they were, causing the final results to even further resemble a bad day in the rainy season. What little feminine neatness there was, it was shattered soon enough. There was still one more feminine trait the two exhibited: now that the force behind their peeing had severely diminished, the distance it covered similarly fell, dribbling and dropping straight down from their protruding bottom ends. What was once kind of making it into the toilet had become a total failure in the art of standing peeing, splashing on the front of the seat and trickling down to the floor by their shoes. They could have potentially remedied this by leaning more into the half-squat, shoving their bums further back, but any further weight on their tired knees risked losing their balance. That, and neither of them thought of it. It didn’t matter, because with one last spritz and a final shudder, Asia had nothing but single drops to give. Quite coincidentally, Xenovia also sputtered to a halt at roughly the same time...until she somehow found the means to start back up. And it wasn’t just a little trickle that woke up late, but a full-on encore performance of hissing, splashing, and moaning. It was like she had found a second bladder, full and eager to give. But if that were the case, her secondary reservoir was of a much smaller size than the first, because once several seconds had passed, the second wind soon returned to a light gust, with the same lack of pushing power. A little more running into her socks followed, though not for long, and not that much. It felt like days had passed, it had been more than a minute for something that would ordinarily take half that, silence after so long was like total sensory deprivation. The only thing to break the vacuum was a drawn-out breathy sigh, courtesy of Xenovia: "Pheeeeeeeew, that’s a lot better. Thank God that’s over..." Asia wasn’t even being that overt. She continued to gasp and wheeze as her head kept on swimming in a fog, her vision blurred with only one thing in the center of her gaze: her sopping wet pink panties, sagging down in the center between her legs, weighed down by a thorough saturation of her own making. Under any normal circumstances, it would appear that Asia had suffered a full-on accident, judging solely from looking at her underwear. Only her and Xenovia knew what a tiny fraction of her bladder it truly was. But she wore skirts, so the bishop couldn’t go commando. She needed to have something protecting her unmentionables, at least until she could change into a clean pair. Taking a deep breath, steeling her heart for what she knew in advance would be disgusting in all sorts of ways, Asia bent down, subtly shaking her rump to dry it a bit, and grabbed the sides of her panties in her palms, probably the only part of her underwear that was still dry. She paused, really not wanting to go through with this, but still slid them up snug into place. Now they wouldn’t move without some deliberate effort, sticking to her person thanks to the extensive dampness. "Gugh..." She grimaced and winced, but she still stood up straight and let her skirt fall back into place without complaint, like a good girl. From the side, Xenovia watched her friend’s underwear-related struggle, and considered her options. She had all the same problems as Asia, a skirt and wet panties, though not to the same degree. She hadn’t leaked quite as much, and she didn’t care about going partially bottomless so much. At least, for the short period it would take to return to her room for a new pair, several flights of stairs and all. She thought about it, more than she thought about most topics, but she shrugged and just pulled the panties up. She didn’t even wipe, not wanting to reach past Asia to get some paper for herself. Yes, there was a full roll of toilet paper on a spindle on the wall, Asia just hadn’t noticed it. In fact, the bishop was in such a daze, it fell to Xenovia to dispose of their waste. Which, thanks to the ingenuity granted by man’s original sin of tasting the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge, was as simple as pushing a lever on the toilet’s tank, so she twisted her upper body back to reach for the flush. It was at this time that she finally got a good look at what she had expelled, helped by her buddy Asia, and it was a lot. Inside that toilet was nothing but a sea of yellow, at a visibly higher level than before their hosing, staining streaking up the sides in a way that would need some deliberate scrubbing to remove, and resting atop it all was a popping layer of tiny bubbles. But one push of the lever, and all of it went swirling away, replaced by cleanliness like they had never been here. "Haahh... Refreshing to have that over with, isn’t it, Asia?" Asia didn’t feel quite so much better. She looked back as well, but instead of the clean inner bowl, her attention was instead drawn to the rest of the toilet that made up the bowl. She had overheard Rias scold Issei before for leaving the seat down and getting it wet; if he had left a mess even half as bad as this one, she’d have a fit. The seat was covered with way more than just some sprinkling tinkling, it was as if someone had poured a pitcher of lemonade all over the thing. Some of it had even crawled its way up the tank, somehow. They had even broken the boundaries of the bathroom, because there were little puddles all around the floor, starting with the trail that led from the door to them, concentrated around the latrine. Though her face shone a bit pink from the physical sensation of relief, it turned pale as soon as the severity of the mess she had made sunk in. "I-it’s not ‘refreshing’ at all! We need to clean this up!" This time, she saw the toilet paper, and moved like a bullet to spin as much around her hand as she could. By the time she was done, half the roll was gone, and she had a white tail of triple-ply hanging from her hand all the way down to the floor, picking up some pee as it dragged across the tile. And right away, she got to work scrubbing, like she was making up for 17 lost years of practice for being Issei’s housewife, starting by bending forward to wipe the seat. Speaking of Issei, once Xenovia had finished washing her hands and moved to finally give Asia privacy by leaving the bathroom, she saw the man in question standing alone in the lobby. She wasted no time running after him, waving her arm and calling out. "Hello, Issei! I had a topic I would like to ask your opinion on!" As soon as his name passed through her ears, all of Asia’s movements stopped as if someone had hit a pause button on her. Fighting all her frozen muscles, she rotated her head with the effort and speed of someone opening a stuck jar, having to move one foot back to angle her torso to look further behind her, she found that Xenovia was correct: Issei was looking directly at them, and he was able to do so because the restroom door was open. And judging from his red, flustered, very perverted expression, he hadn’t just shown up, he’d seen a lot. He could do that because, in their immense haste, both Asia and Xenovia had failed to close the door on their way in. Anyone passing by could see everything that had transpired. Issei had done just that, and the girls had been too caught up in the moment to notice. All of a sudden, the idea of tidying up was flushed from the bishop’s mind. The wad of toilet paper fell from her grip as she lost the will to use it, now replaced by the sole desire to run. And she did just that, her wet legs carrying her out of the bathroom and into the foyer, splashing her shoes back through the urine trail she had previously left while simultaneously adding to it with the tears flowing down her cheeks. "Noooooooo! Issei, please forget you saw anything! Pleeeeaaseeeeee!"
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  48. Yo! Bet you guys forgot about me for a bit, right? It's been a while since I last posted anything on this site, that much is for sure. I decided that rather than putting all the content warnings in this opening author note, it might be better to make them all tags instead. As you can see, though, that got out of hand prety quickly... there's fifrteen of those fuckers because of it, and that's just all the basic stuff - it doesn't cover any of the other pairings which will take place should this story last long enough. And to top it all off, all I have to show for it so far is a complete list of eye powers on Deviant Art and a really short prologue... but I should have more sometime soon. I'm slowly removing the roadblocks which have prevented me from writing recently, one at a time. Anyway, without further ado, go ahead and read the prologue! Breaking the Cycle Prologue: That Which Cannot Be Replaced “Big sis! Our clan is being attacked! We’re being wiped out one after another!” The sound of metal seamlessly slicing through wood rang through the summer air as the double-edged katana in my right hand cleaved one of the solid wood targets set up in the Takamachi clan’s courtyard in two. The top half slid down the diagonal cut until it fell to the ground with a loud thud, the noise briefly drowning out the constant harmonious song of the cicadas in the trees which made up the area’s perimeter. “They just killed Mom!” “They killed Mom?! How did they even— no, it doesn’t matter! Take me to them right now! I’ll crush them all before they even notice I’m there!” The memories burned into my brain gave me strength as I reversed the blade’s direction to make a second horizontal slice through the target made out of a section of thick tree trunk. My blade cut through it so swiftly that the top section which got severed didn’t move even a centimeter, but instead simply fell straight down into place so perfectly that it would be next to impossible for most people to even tell that there were two separate pieces. “Mom was killed in a one on one battle! The one who did it is too strong for even you to handle! Their partner is on his way here as we speak, and his energy is even bigger than the one who took mom out!” “I don’t care how strong they are! I can’t let them get away with—” “They’re after you, sis! Mom died trying to keep them from getting to you! If you let yourself get captured or killed, her death will have been in vain! You have to escape!” With a roundhouse kick too swift for the average person’s eyes to follow, my left foot sent the top piece of the trunk flying into one of the trees to my right, the impact causing the birds in that tree to fly away in terror. The tree itself cracked internally at the point of contact until the tree itself fell down into the courtyard, unable to support its own weight. Yui… I won’t let you end up like mom or the rest of our clan. I used the momentum of my kick to pivot on my other foot until I’d done a full rotation and once more stood facing what was left of my target. I jumped high into the air, easily eclipsing the height of the Takamachi clan’s two-floor complex until I could see the streets around it without any obstruction. As I began to descend, I swung the identical blade in my left hand downwards in a vertical arc with such force that I began to roll through the air like a swiftly spinning wheel of death. No matter what it takes… My left sword bisected the trunk cleanly in half from above so violently that both halves were forced backwards by the wind current that my overhead strike had generated. As my rotation came to a halt and my blade once again faced the sky, my feet landed in the spots where the two halves of my makeshift target were mere moments before, planted on either side of a gash in the earth beneath me created by the wind and my sword. No matter who I have to kill… I rushed forward, pivoting on the ground right as I got within striking distance of my next target: the tree in the center of the courtyard which towered over all of the trees along the perimeter. This tree was far thicker than all the others, to the point that cutting it down in a single slashing attack would be impossible. It struck me as quite the symbolic target, considering one of my opponents was strong enough to kill my mother, whom I’d never been able to defeat in a sparring match even once. No matter what kind of insurmountable obstacles stand in my way… As I spun around, my glossy black hair whipping around in the air and covering a lot of my gaze, I swung the sword in my right hand so close to the one in my left that my palms actually brushed against one another. My blade cut through a bit over a fourth of the trunk before me with ease. But before the gap my strike had created could even be narrowed a millimeter, my left sword passed through it fully extended and charged with electrical energy which increased my range and cutting power, slicing through the other half of the trunk of the tree as if it were butter. As the tree I’d kicked part of my last target into did, this one began to fall inwards. Within a few seconds, it would fall onto me and crush me under its weight. Given that the energy which flowed throughout my body enhanced my body’s durability, this wouldn’t even be enough to break my bones, but if I just let it fall onto me, it would take out a not insignificant portion of the Takamachi clan’s complex with it. And it was quite possible that there were people in my friend’s clan in that part who would get killed as a result. I swear I’ll save you… But before it even dipped to a seventy degree angle with the ground, the manifestation of my energy, will and hatred materialized around me, stopping the tree in its tracks with its massive hands that only I could see. My blackish violet Divine Avatar gripped the tree and set it right back on its stump with such precision and gentleness that it did not fall again once it let go and the astral body dematerialized. Even if the price for doing so is my life itself. I sheathed my swords in their scabbards at my waist before placing my hands on the tree at the place where I’d cut it in two. I sent a portion of my energy into the tree, using it to make the stump and severed trunk slowly connect themselves back together. As I did, I remembered what my little sister said to me right before I made my escape that night one week prior. “You’re more important than the entire rest of our clan! You need to survive, even if no one else does! You’re the only one of us who can’t be replaced, sis!” Once I finished repairing the tree, I lowered my hands, beginning to walk off towards the exit to get a drink before coming out to train again. As I did, I began to reply to the what my younger sister had said to me. “That’s just it, Yui… to me, you’re the one thing that can’t be replaced. That’s why I’ll do everything in my power to save you, even if it costs me my own life as a result.” Because to me, your life is far more precious than my own. That’s what being your big sister means… I have to protect you at all costs, even if it means putting myself at risk. I didn’t have much time left before it’d be too late. Sooner rather than later, I knew I needed to start looking into the people who took her… but I needed to make sure I could beat them first. So for the time being, all I could do was train… and try to master as much of my newly unlocked power as possible. Because I knew that if I just charged in as I was now, there’d be no way in hell I’d stand even a ghost of a chance. Fun fact: this is one of the only installments in the entire first story arc that will be written from Kiriko's perspective. Most scenes will be written from perspectives of either observers of fights or the ones who will lose the fights in the chapter. Anyway, not really much to say about this. If you're interested in learning about the eye powers in this AU and who will get each of them, I'll direct you to this Deviant Art Journal which explains them all in great detail, save for the one which is intentionally not revealed for major spoiler reasons. Also, for those who read my other story, Asuna's Descent into Diaperhood, be advised that it will not be abandoned, nor will its sequel be... although my EoS story is in fact dead for now at the very least. Other than that, there's not really a lot to go over. See you in chapter one!
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