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    zimw00t got a reaction from Fekun873 in The Hypnosis Coin   
    Just a short story I whipped up because I really like realistic hypnosis but also wish it worked a little bit more like magic. also I'm a huge fan of stories where control is slowly taken away from the subject. no actual omo content right now, but I may continue this story if people like it and want to see what happens next.
     
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    “Are you comfortable? Good. I need you to lie back and start to relax. You wanted to be hypnotized, right? Well there’s a few things you should know about hypnosis before we begin. First, it’s not magic. I don’t count back from 10 and make you fall asleep, then tell you to act like a chicken while you blindly obey. You won’t really be asleep at all, just relaxing. Like you are now.”
     
    Hayden wasn’t a skilled hypnotist by any means. But he had some experience with trancing and had listened to enough hypnosis files that he could attempt to imitate the style. It shouldn’t have been very successful. Joleen had never been hypnotized before. Under ordinary circumstances he would have had a hard time getting her into any kind of trance like state, but he had his special helper with him.
     
    Some hypnotists liked to use focus tools, like spirals or metronoes, or pendulums or anything that had a slow, repetitive movement to it. Hayden held in his hand a special coin. About the size of a quarter, it was said to have an enchantment on it, and he knew from experience that it was real. With this coin, he was able to easily put anyone he wanted into a deep hypnotic trance. It wasn’t all-powerful, as he’d learned of some of the coins limitations in his test trials, but it was good enough that he could slowly manipulate people into doing nearly anything he wanted.
     
    In order to do so, he did need to at least go through the motions, so to speak. He needed to say some words, it didn’t really matter what, as long as they were words that were meant to guide people down into trance. And with no regard for that person’s individual will or their rapport with Hayden, two things vital in actual trance, he could bring them down.
     
    He continued, “That’s right. Continue to relax. I want to relax all of the muscles in your body.” This was a sort of induction he’d heard used many times. He began at the head and started naming body parts one by one, tell Joleen to relax all the way down to her toes, then working back up he let her imagine being washed over by a gentle wave, like a tub of warm water filling up around her body until it nearly covered her head.
     
    Just before it reached her head he instructed, “Now I want you to relax one more thing for me, before you’re completely engulfed. I want you to relax… your mind. That’s right, let all your thoughts be washed away. The water filling up over your head, but you don’t need to worry about drowning. Just breathe deeply enough and you’ll be perfectly fine. Let you’re breathing come nice and slow as your thoughts drain away and all that’s left is your subconscious mind, floating in a sea of nothingness.
     
    “Now that we’re here, here in this deep state. I want you to imagine going even deeper with me now. So deep, to a place where your mind no longer questions, no longer thinks for itself. A place where there is only the sound of my voice. That’s right, listen to my voice and forget all that has been troubling you. All your daily struggles aren’t important here. Just my voice. Without question you will listen, and you’re just so relaxed. You’re so relaxed that when you hear a suggestion, rather than get worked up over trying to figure out what it means, or trying to decide whether or not it’s something you want to do, you just listen, and you do it.
     
    “That’s right, you listen, and you obey. Obey my words because it feels right. Because it’s so easy, so simple to obey. Forget coming here to my home today. Forget all the things you were complaining to me about. Forget even that I suggested putting you into hypnotic trance, to help you forget. You don’t remember where you are. You don’t even remember who you are. Put those memories aside and just listen to my words. You are Joleen. You are a girl who has trouble remembering things. Even simple things like… when you need to go to the bathroom.
     
    “That’s right, it can be hard to remember things. Remembering memories can be tricky, but remembering feelings can be even trickier. Uncomfortable feelings, like when your bladder is full. A tightness, just a little painful, when you start the feel the need to pee. The next time you start to feel it you won’t immediately recognize what it is. Your brain will start to think of other things and you’ll just let that pressure build unnoticed. You’ll let it build right up until the point when it’s almost too late, sometimes. And you’ll find yourself rushing to the bathroom suddenly, only just barely making it because that feeling crept up on you. So suddenly, like a thief in the night, you won’t catch it until it’s upon you.
     
    “This will continue, and as you’ll find yourself less and less able to hold onto your bladder when it’s full. That’s right, when your bladder starts to fill up, even a little bit, you’re going to want to release it immediately. As part of not remembering, that fullness, that feeling of your bladder being full or filling up, it will be strange and foreign to you. You’re going to want to be rid of that feeling as soon as possible. And so it will be that before you even realize it, you’ll be letting go and your bladder will start to empty. It will be embarrassing, but far better than just letting that strange pressure build, that’s for certain.
     
    “Because of this, you’ll be dashing to the bathroom often. You sometimes won’t make it in time, and that’s going to make you very embarrassed. You won’t feel like a big girl when you have an accident, and you’ll need to be comforted by someone you look up to. Someone like me. That’s right, you’ll confide all your bathroom related worries in me. You’ll ask me to help, and I’ll gladly help you along your journey. Just keep relaxing now, you may even start to feel the pressure on your bladder building at this very moment, that’s good. Remember to forget what you would normally do with that feeling, and just let it build until it becomes uncomfortable. And then because it’s uncomfortable remember to make that feeling go away as soon as possible by just relaxing, and letting it all out as soon as you can. I’m going to let you wake up now, and you’ll have no memories of any of this session. When I count upward from 0, you’ll be wide awake, and all my instructions will stay with you in your subconscious mind, but you won’t remember any of my words. Ready? 0… 1… 2… That’s right slightly more awake. 3… 4… 5… Eyes opening. 6.. 7… 8.. 9… feel free to sit up and stretch that sleepy feeling away from yourself.
     
    "10. Wide awake now, Joleen. You’re right. Hypnosis is probably dumb and doesn’t work.”
     
    “Oh c’mon. I wanna see if you can hypnotize me. I bet you can’t,” Joleen said, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. “Was I lying down just now? That’s weird I feel all lightheaded. Maybe I should get going, it’s pretty late and I’m starting to feel super tired.”
     
    “Yeah you’re probably right. I’ll let you get outa here, have a good night.”
     
    “Thanks for listening to my problems, maybe you can try your hypnosis thing some other time, you’ve got me all curious about it now.”
     
    “Yeah, yeah, next time for sure.”
     
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    Let me know if you want to find out what happens to Joleen and how Hayden will "improve" her life next. Maybe a slow trend toward full on incontinence? Diapers could be involved? I'm thinking of ideas, let me know what you think if you want to read more.
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    zimw00t got a reaction from Menaiya in High School Demon   
    Chapter 5 - Failure
    Amilee rushed through the hall. She could feel her bladder building by the moment, and with it came strange thoughts. Why not just give in? Wouldn’t it feel so good? She was beginning to suspect that the thoughts were not her own, and it was just another part of the evil magic instilled upon her. How could she ever win if that was the case? She was doomed, wasn’t she. She should just give in.
    She fought on, rushing past the bathroom to her next best choice, the school library. During classes it was usually mostly empty. If she popped in real quick and pretended to look for a book she’d avoid suspicion. She’d be able to hide behind one of the shelves in the back, reach into her skirt and rip off her diaper, and tuck it away in her purse to dispose of later. She had a pair of panties as well to slip on. She hadn’t worn any tights today, which made things dangerous. If her skirt got flipped up somehow she’d have no way to hide the fact she was wearing a diaper, but she had no choice if she wanted to be able to take it off easily. She hoped she’d be able to do so quietly enough to not catch the library attendant’s attention.
    She finally arrived, and began to relax all the muscles around her torso. She hadn’t really been holding it in specifically, but she wasn’t forcing it out. She was shocked at how easily the urine began to flow, warming her diaper before she had fully managed to duck out of sight. She had had trouble the first time using it but it seemed like her body knew what to do this time. She didn’t like what that foretold. Could it be that the diaper was a lie to get her to pee away from the safe toilet, and now her body was losing its ability to hold it in?
    She couldn’t think that. Much as she hated the game, she had to take Darien at his word. The alternative was believing she was doomed no matter what. She’d hold onto any tiny sliver of hope.
    She looked around nervously as she reached a hand up the underside of her skirt. She felt around the sides of the diaper for the seam that was relatively easy to tear apart. The stretchy material was being stubborn. She was having a hard time getting a rip started. Looking around even more cautiously she determined that it was probably safe to take a quick peek. She pulled her skirt part-way down and took the diapers fabric firmly in two hands. It still wouldn’t tear.
    She felt strangely calm as she pulled her skirt back into place. She should have been panicking, but she was able to keep calm enough to think to find some scissors. Surely she was just nervous about having to do this in a library where someone might see. Her fingers were just slick with sweat. She wandered around the back of the shelves, still out of sight of the front desk, and found a printing station. Some office supplies were scattered about, including a pair of safety scissors. It was better than nothing. She reached under her skirt again and positioned the scissors just right. Snip.
    And nothing happened. The diaper held firm. Desperately she tried to pull it downward to see if she could just pull it off her legs all the way. It wouldn’t budge. It seemed to be glued to her thighs with incredible friction, and it felt like it was pulling her skin off with it. She pulled and pulled and eventually gave up. It was stuck there. She’d have to continue to wear it until she could get home. Even then, she suspected that this was Dairen’s work and that she’d have to meet some further ridiculous requirement before she could remove it.
    At that moment she began to really feel the sensation of a wet diaper for the first time. She had removed it so quickly before that the damp, soggy feeling didn’t quite have time to sink in. It was still very warm and muggy, like she’d been sweating particularly badly in just her crotch. She felt the characteristic pleasure she always felt now when she peed, but there also seemed to be a strange pleasantness to the way it clung to her. She hated that she wasn’t more disgusted by it.
    A little while later she was confronted by an even worse reality. She had to sit down at her desk while wearing a wet diaper. She didn’t think much of it at first but the moment her butt touched the chair she regretted it. There was an undoubtable squish, and suddenly all that warmth was pressed somehow even closer to her. It came with a mild tingling in her groin, and throughout the rest of that class she had to try very hard to resist rocking back and forth on the squishy cushioning. She was nearly overcome with lewd thoughts by the time class was over. This was much different from the simple climax she’d felt when peeing before. It seemed to linger for hours, a gentle pleasant feeling.
    It finally faded as her diaper grew cold. It was later in the day when she was walking home from school that realized there wasn’t even a hint of the earlier warmth that had been there. Now it just felt like someone had spilled cold juice on her or something and it had soaked into her clothes. It was becoming rather unpleasant. She had thought that Darien would show himself at some point but she made it all the way home with no sign of him. So, she had to confront the very real and terrifying possibility that this diaper wasn’t coming off any time soon. Spending the whole day trapped in it had been bad enough, but what would happen if she had to-
    As if on cue, her stomach made a very ominous rumbling sound. She could no longer deny what she’d been feeling for the past couple hours. She needed to go number 2, and the feeling was only getting stronger and stronger. She nearly broke down in tears right there, but she forced herself forward to her house. If she was going to suffer this indignity she’d at least suffer it in her own home.
    Peeing had been the primary focus of the diapers and Darien’s sick game. Their other potential use had never even crossed her mind, and it hadn’t really affected her so far. It seemed that was about to change very quickly. She shuddered, trying to ignore the reality of it. She could almost hear Darien’s sickening laugh as she pushed her way through the front door of her home. Her mom was there in the living room, folding some laundry. It was so odd to see her at home doing house chores like a normal stay-at-home mom would. Just having her around was a comfort, in a way. Seeing her, combined with the already fragile emotional state Amilee was in, led her to break down in tears.
    “Mom! I- It’s just” through her tears she could barely form words. Her mother didn’t hesitate to open her arms and wrap her in a wide embrace, which she gladly fell into.
    “It’s okay, it’s okay. Slow down, take deep breaths. Okay. Now tell me what happened.”
    “It’s- you were right, about the other night with the thing you found under my desk. I’ve been having… accidents. At school and- I just-” she took a few calming breaths, trying to get her thoughts together. “I’m wearing one right now, but- I don’t even know what to say. I can’t get it off. It’s all part of some stupid prank or something. I think it’s glued to my body somehow. I just don’t know what to do- I tried cutting it, I tried just ripping it off and nothing works.” Amilee didn’t want to mention the boy with magic and seemingly demonic powers, she just hoped against all odds that her mother would somehow be able to help fix this before she had to- Well she hoped her mother could fix it.
    “Alright,” her mom said simply. “Alright, let’s go up to your room. I’ll have a look at what’s going on- down there, and we’ll see what we can do together to set it right.” Amilee reluctantly pulled herself out of the embrace and started for the stairs. Her urge to go was getting stronger, but it wasn’t so urgent yet that she felt the need to rush. She felt so embarrassed she could have rolled up and died, but this had to be better than just leaving things as they were.
    She let her mom into the room and shut the door, then pausing for a moment to think about it she decided to lock it behind her. The lock on her room wasn’t something her mom had been thrilled about, but she had relented knowing that girl’s Amilee’s age needed to have their secrets from time to time. She was glad for the level of security she felt with it, she couldn’t imagine what might happen if Karin decided to walk in on them for some reason.
    “Okay… I guess, go ahead and take off your skirt there.” Amilee’s mom said. “Oh don’t look so embarrassed. It’s not like I haven’t changed you before, it’s just a trip down memory lane for me.”
    “Mom, don’t make this worse for me than it already is,” Amilee sighed. She did as she was told, though, and pulled down her skirt.
    “Let’s lift up your shirt, too, so it’s not in the way. Here, why don’t you get down on the bed.”
    “Mom!”
    “Look it’s just to make things easier, I don’t want to have to be crouched down around your ankles. Hurry up, on the bed.” Amilee complied and her mother went to lift her shirt up to just under her bra line, giving her a clear view of her midsection. Amilee covered her face, trying not to think about what was happening. “So these just… slip on, huh? I don’t see why you couldn’t just- rip it along the sides here.” as she said it she gave a firm tug on the place she indicated.
    “I tried that already, it- it wouldn’t come off.” Her mom tugged again and to her surprise the stretchy fabric ripped cleanly along the seam it was designed to. “W- Wait a second that- That shouldn’t have been that easy. I tried a bunch of times earlier and- and-” She gave her a flat stare.
    “This was really all you were struggling with? You made such a big deal out of it and now I’m wondering if maybe you were just asking me to change your diaper for you all along. I swear, I babied you and your sister too much, that must be it.” Tears had begun to well up in Amilee’s eyes again. “Oh, no sweety, I’m sorry. I wasn’t making fun of you, I was just trying to lighten the mood to make you less uncomfortable. I’m sorry, here.” She pulled the other side of the diaper ripping it in the same place and proceeded to pull it away completely, revealing Amilee’s bare crotch.
    “Mom!”
    “What, like I said, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Still no signs of hair I see. Good, no need for you to grow up too fast on me.”
    “Mom! Please! I want you to stop talking forever, now.”
    “Alright. Now hold still and I can put a fresh one on you.”
    “I- what?” Amilee froze, shocked at what she’d just heard.
    “Well if you’re still having accidents I want to make sure you stay protected at all times. If it’s bad enough that you need it at school you never know. I especially don’t want to have to worry about washing your sheets every night so you’re definitely wearing one to bed.”
    “Mom, this isn’t- I don’t really have the kind of problem you think.”
    “Oh? Are you trying to tell me you’re not having accidents now? I’m looking at this wet diaper and it’s telling a different story. Don’t try to tell me you peed yourself on purpose.” Amilee tried to object again. “Look, I know this is all so embarrassing, but you did the right thing, coming to me. I’m here at home now and I can be more involved in your life. So anytime you want, you can come to me and I’ll change you. I know it can be hard to have to do it yourself, apparently, so I can take charge and do it all for you.”
    Amilee was speechless. What had gotten into her mom? This was beyond insane. She lay back on her bed and tried to block it all out. Her world was going crazy, it felt like more and more control was slipping from her every day. What had she done to the universe to deserve this kind of punishment? As her mother pulled another diaper from the package under her desk and began to slide it up her legs, she thought of the absurdity of it all and quietly started laughing.
    She decided to give up. Give in to the madness. She was done.
    She had failed.
     
    Chapter 6 - Nightmare
    About half an hour later Amilee was in the bathroom finally relieving herself. She’d nearly forgotten her need to poop in the fiasco that had been her mother changing her diaper. She had panicked for a moment upon entering the bathroom, realizing she might not be able to get the diaper off again. It was with great relief that she was able to pull it down easily around her ankles and sit on the toilet. Whatever had kept her from removing her diaper before seemed to have worn off for now.
    She was so tired. Earlier she had resigned herself to giving up, deciding there was really no stopping the inevitable. She let what little urine she had built up flow out freely and just decided to relish the pleasant feeling that came with it. It hadn’t built up much so it wasn’t enough to make her climax, but she was tempted to start rubbing herself to keep it going. Why not, right? If this was her fate she may as well try to enjoy it, right?
    Trembling, her hand went to her crotch. She didn’t make a habit of masturbating much at all, let alone on the toilet. She felt excitement rush through her body as her hand gently delved into the moist folds. The perverseness of the situation only seemed to add to the thrill of it. Slowly at first, she began to move her fingers and gradually picked up speed. Electric waves of pleasure shot through her, and her other hand crept toward her chest where she began gently massaging. This wasn’t the first time she’d masturbated on her own, she knew what to do.
    It was probably over in minutes, but it felt like much longer. Waves of bliss washed over her as the horniness slowly faded again. It was a weak climax. She just couldn’t force herself to get too much into it. Pleasure seemed tainted to her now that she’d been forced to experience it unwillingly so many times. She sat on the toilet seat crying for a long time that night.
     
    Darien smiled at the paper he had laid out on his desk. It was the document he had forced Brenda to sign in blood. To an ordinary human it would be nonsense, a bunch of gibberish writing and odd symbols that wouldn’t mean anything. He, however, was so well versed in this language of magic it was easy for him to understand.
    It was a pretty complex spell with a lot of rules. He had gone over it so many times he’d nearly memorized it. This was such an efficient way to cast magic, writing it all out before-hand and then adding the blood of the target to activate it. It would have taken a lot of work to weave such an intricate spell on the fly, and a lot of crests applied to the subject's body if he had done it the same way as he had with Amilee.
    Basically what this would do is lure Brenda into wanting to wear diapers. She’d become fixated on the idea. He had pushed her into being the one to change Amilee from now on so that she would have ample time to be around diapers and think about them. The more she did the more she would start to wonder what it would be like to wear one herself. That would push the plan into its second phase.
    When she wore a diaper it would diminish her mental capacity. It was hard to quantify how smart a person was, but he liked to think of it as knocking off about 10 IQ points. This was probably the most complex part of the spell as the human mind was the most complex thing he’d ever had to work with. He was proud of the work he’d done, but that wasn’t all. He’d written in a way for the mental changes to become permanent.
    Taking the diaper off would return the intelligence it had sucked away, unless it had been used. If she peed or pooped in the diaper at all it would only return about half of what it had absorbed when it was removed. So if putting the diaper on had taken away 10 IQ points, using it would mean she’d only get 5 back. There were also other effects written in for while she’s diapered, such as increased libido and sensitivity and a faint subconscious desire to use the diaper as intended. The best part was that the way he’d written it, all these effects could be stacked if she was wearing multiple diapers at once.m
    For example, if she had two diapers on at the same time, she’d lose 20 IQ points and only get 10 back if she had an accident, all the while feeling twice as horny and sensitive as if she’d only worn one. Or 3 times or 5 or 10, however many diapers she had on was how much it would affect her. It stood to reason that if she kept layering them, her brain would eventually turn to mush. He had written in safeguards to prevent her from becoming a complete vegetable, making sure that the worst mental state she could be reduced to was fittingly that of a newborn infant.
    He smiled more deeply as he thought about all the fun that was to come. Using his third eye, he turned his attention away from the paper to Amilee again. She was making good progress toward complete insanity and he wanted to see it through to the end.
     
    Brenda was quite pleased with herself. Something about helping her daughter with her problems gave her a profound sense of satisfaction, triggering whatever motherly nurturing instincts had been lying dormant in the past few years, since she’d been focusing on getting the next paycheck that she rarely had time to even think about parenting. Now that she had so much free time she was determined to use every bit of it getting closer to the family she’d been neglecting.
    Brenda was glad Amilee’s problem was something so innocent, it was kind of cute. She’d worried the girl was getting to that age where boy trouble and general social drama were the norm and nothing was easy. Having bladder problems was simple, though she did wonder at whether it could be a sign of some deeper health problem, and thought she might have to set up an appointment with the family doctor if it continued for long. She was proud of her little girl for trying to be strong and do it on her own, and even more proud that when it had gotten too hard she had come to her mother for help. It took courage to admit your own weaknesses like that.
    Now that she had, however, Amilee seemed to be trying to backpedal to a less vulnerable position, embarrassed for having opened up in the first place. It was understandable, but Brenda had to laugh at the seemingly contradictory behavior. She’d come back a handful of times since that first encounter to ask for another diaper change. It was becoming a bit of a routine. For all that she complained and groaned each time, insisting she could do it herself and that she didn’t need a new diaper put on after, she kept coming back. She sensed there was a begrudging acceptance of the situation. Her daughter hated the interactions, but seemed to need them on some level anyway.
    Brenda was loving every moment. Changing her daughter’s diapers again, it was reawakening feelings she thought she’d lost. What children found disgusting and embarrassing, a mother could only find more love and maternal care in. She threw herself into it wholeheartedly. Amilee seemed to want to be self-sufficient, using her allowance to buy the diapers herself it seemed, but Brenda decided to provide other supplies. She started applying powder to reduce chafing, and sometimes even some soft baby oil for the skin. Amilee especially hated having her little cheeks and delicate areas rubbed with this and covered her face as she suffered the ministrations of a mother who was too absorbed in babying her little girl to care.
    Weeks passed and Brenda came to love the mother-daughter bonding time more than anything else. She looked forward to it each time Amilee came to her with that sheepish look, no longer even having to say the words. Brenda supposed she should be more worried. Should she call the doctor? But would getting this issue resolved put an end to the diaper changing sessions she had come to love? Did that make her a bad mom? She found she couldn’t worry about it too much, she was having too much fun.
     
    Those weeks were some of the worst Amilee had ever lived. It was a living nightmare. She had wanted to rip the diaper off that first day right after having it changed and never put another on. She hated needing them, hated that if she didn’t wear them she’d end up needing them later anyway as her bladder shrank and muscles became useless. Was there even really a difference? Shouldn’t she just take them off and enjoy what little time she had left of continence?
    No. She needed to not give in to despair. She’d fight to keep her control. She may be stuck using diapers, but she’d only use them when she felt the need to. She wouldn’t give up that control, she’d clutch to it as a life preserver even as she drowned in the ocean of her own piss. If she was going to end up in diapers anyway by taking them off, she’d rather never give in and keep her control. That’d show Darien.
    Her mother was another problem. Darien had apparently set it up so that she’d need to rely on her mother’s diaper changes from now as well. It wasn’t humiliating enough that she had to use them, he also made sure she wasn’t able to even take them off herself. She was fully able to do so right up until the moment she used one. Once a diaper had pee in it only her mother was capable of taking it off for her. Luckily this meant she could avoid using the diapers for number twos by holding those in until she was home and in a clean one, able to remove it at will, but she worried about a day that may come where she’d be stuck in a wet diaper and unable to hold her bowels long enough to make it.
    And then there was the pleasure, and the frequent and often lengthy masturbations sensations that came whenever she peed. At first she only ever did it on the toilet, on those rare occasions when she was able to use it at home. But peeing in her diapers made her feel just as good, and one day rather than wait for her mother to change it she just started rubbing. It surprised her at first the squishy feeling of the soggy diaper against her wet slit, but she soon became enthralled by it. She loved rubbing and squishing and mashing the warmth of her own pee against her folds until breathless she’d climax in a wave of raw heat. She hated how it made her feel, shame penetrating her each time after the fact, but in the moment it was hard to deny that feeling.
    If her mother took notice of any moisture beyond that of a wetting accident she made no comment. Could she tell? Did she know there was love juice mixed in with that pee? That in itself made her want to stop doing it, yet each time she was pushed into a situation where she had to use her diapers, she was suddenly horny again and unable to control herself. It happened at school most frequently, and it was often in the quiet corner of the library she found herself reaching up her skirt and making soft squishing noises that hid even softer moans. Once however she’d been at home studying while still wearing a diaper she’d been a bit too lazy to remove. The urge to pee struck and she made the conscious decision to just let it go. It felt a bit awkward doing it while just sitting at her desk like that, but once it started flowing it burst like a dam.
    She’d cum 3 times before sheepishly going down the hall to her mother’s room for a change. She started wearing the diapers more often, going to school with one already on instead of waiting until she felt the urge to change into one, not taking them off right away when she got home. It was because despite her initial hatred of the situation she was just getting so used to it that it was becoming normal. It’s remarkable how adaptable people are to even the worst circumstances. Torture a woman long enough and she’ll eventually start laughing. Amilee wasn’t exactly happy, but she was becoming indifferent to the whole thing. Almost like, “that’s the worst you’ve got?” If she had known at the time what Darien’s worst actually was, she might not have thought that way.
     
     
     
    thanks for reading, more to come. hopefully sooner but if you've seen my work you'll know how often i go months without writing anything.
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    zimw00t got a reaction from Guilend in High School Demon   
    Chapter 5 - Failure
    Amilee rushed through the hall. She could feel her bladder building by the moment, and with it came strange thoughts. Why not just give in? Wouldn’t it feel so good? She was beginning to suspect that the thoughts were not her own, and it was just another part of the evil magic instilled upon her. How could she ever win if that was the case? She was doomed, wasn’t she. She should just give in.
    She fought on, rushing past the bathroom to her next best choice, the school library. During classes it was usually mostly empty. If she popped in real quick and pretended to look for a book she’d avoid suspicion. She’d be able to hide behind one of the shelves in the back, reach into her skirt and rip off her diaper, and tuck it away in her purse to dispose of later. She had a pair of panties as well to slip on. She hadn’t worn any tights today, which made things dangerous. If her skirt got flipped up somehow she’d have no way to hide the fact she was wearing a diaper, but she had no choice if she wanted to be able to take it off easily. She hoped she’d be able to do so quietly enough to not catch the library attendant’s attention.
    She finally arrived, and began to relax all the muscles around her torso. She hadn’t really been holding it in specifically, but she wasn’t forcing it out. She was shocked at how easily the urine began to flow, warming her diaper before she had fully managed to duck out of sight. She had had trouble the first time using it but it seemed like her body knew what to do this time. She didn’t like what that foretold. Could it be that the diaper was a lie to get her to pee away from the safe toilet, and now her body was losing its ability to hold it in?
    She couldn’t think that. Much as she hated the game, she had to take Darien at his word. The alternative was believing she was doomed no matter what. She’d hold onto any tiny sliver of hope.
    She looked around nervously as she reached a hand up the underside of her skirt. She felt around the sides of the diaper for the seam that was relatively easy to tear apart. The stretchy material was being stubborn. She was having a hard time getting a rip started. Looking around even more cautiously she determined that it was probably safe to take a quick peek. She pulled her skirt part-way down and took the diapers fabric firmly in two hands. It still wouldn’t tear.
    She felt strangely calm as she pulled her skirt back into place. She should have been panicking, but she was able to keep calm enough to think to find some scissors. Surely she was just nervous about having to do this in a library where someone might see. Her fingers were just slick with sweat. She wandered around the back of the shelves, still out of sight of the front desk, and found a printing station. Some office supplies were scattered about, including a pair of safety scissors. It was better than nothing. She reached under her skirt again and positioned the scissors just right. Snip.
    And nothing happened. The diaper held firm. Desperately she tried to pull it downward to see if she could just pull it off her legs all the way. It wouldn’t budge. It seemed to be glued to her thighs with incredible friction, and it felt like it was pulling her skin off with it. She pulled and pulled and eventually gave up. It was stuck there. She’d have to continue to wear it until she could get home. Even then, she suspected that this was Dairen’s work and that she’d have to meet some further ridiculous requirement before she could remove it.
    At that moment she began to really feel the sensation of a wet diaper for the first time. She had removed it so quickly before that the damp, soggy feeling didn’t quite have time to sink in. It was still very warm and muggy, like she’d been sweating particularly badly in just her crotch. She felt the characteristic pleasure she always felt now when she peed, but there also seemed to be a strange pleasantness to the way it clung to her. She hated that she wasn’t more disgusted by it.
    A little while later she was confronted by an even worse reality. She had to sit down at her desk while wearing a wet diaper. She didn’t think much of it at first but the moment her butt touched the chair she regretted it. There was an undoubtable squish, and suddenly all that warmth was pressed somehow even closer to her. It came with a mild tingling in her groin, and throughout the rest of that class she had to try very hard to resist rocking back and forth on the squishy cushioning. She was nearly overcome with lewd thoughts by the time class was over. This was much different from the simple climax she’d felt when peeing before. It seemed to linger for hours, a gentle pleasant feeling.
    It finally faded as her diaper grew cold. It was later in the day when she was walking home from school that realized there wasn’t even a hint of the earlier warmth that had been there. Now it just felt like someone had spilled cold juice on her or something and it had soaked into her clothes. It was becoming rather unpleasant. She had thought that Darien would show himself at some point but she made it all the way home with no sign of him. So, she had to confront the very real and terrifying possibility that this diaper wasn’t coming off any time soon. Spending the whole day trapped in it had been bad enough, but what would happen if she had to-
    As if on cue, her stomach made a very ominous rumbling sound. She could no longer deny what she’d been feeling for the past couple hours. She needed to go number 2, and the feeling was only getting stronger and stronger. She nearly broke down in tears right there, but she forced herself forward to her house. If she was going to suffer this indignity she’d at least suffer it in her own home.
    Peeing had been the primary focus of the diapers and Darien’s sick game. Their other potential use had never even crossed her mind, and it hadn’t really affected her so far. It seemed that was about to change very quickly. She shuddered, trying to ignore the reality of it. She could almost hear Darien’s sickening laugh as she pushed her way through the front door of her home. Her mom was there in the living room, folding some laundry. It was so odd to see her at home doing house chores like a normal stay-at-home mom would. Just having her around was a comfort, in a way. Seeing her, combined with the already fragile emotional state Amilee was in, led her to break down in tears.
    “Mom! I- It’s just” through her tears she could barely form words. Her mother didn’t hesitate to open her arms and wrap her in a wide embrace, which she gladly fell into.
    “It’s okay, it’s okay. Slow down, take deep breaths. Okay. Now tell me what happened.”
    “It’s- you were right, about the other night with the thing you found under my desk. I’ve been having… accidents. At school and- I just-” she took a few calming breaths, trying to get her thoughts together. “I’m wearing one right now, but- I don’t even know what to say. I can’t get it off. It’s all part of some stupid prank or something. I think it’s glued to my body somehow. I just don’t know what to do- I tried cutting it, I tried just ripping it off and nothing works.” Amilee didn’t want to mention the boy with magic and seemingly demonic powers, she just hoped against all odds that her mother would somehow be able to help fix this before she had to- Well she hoped her mother could fix it.
    “Alright,” her mom said simply. “Alright, let’s go up to your room. I’ll have a look at what’s going on- down there, and we’ll see what we can do together to set it right.” Amilee reluctantly pulled herself out of the embrace and started for the stairs. Her urge to go was getting stronger, but it wasn’t so urgent yet that she felt the need to rush. She felt so embarrassed she could have rolled up and died, but this had to be better than just leaving things as they were.
    She let her mom into the room and shut the door, then pausing for a moment to think about it she decided to lock it behind her. The lock on her room wasn’t something her mom had been thrilled about, but she had relented knowing that girl’s Amilee’s age needed to have their secrets from time to time. She was glad for the level of security she felt with it, she couldn’t imagine what might happen if Karin decided to walk in on them for some reason.
    “Okay… I guess, go ahead and take off your skirt there.” Amilee’s mom said. “Oh don’t look so embarrassed. It’s not like I haven’t changed you before, it’s just a trip down memory lane for me.”
    “Mom, don’t make this worse for me than it already is,” Amilee sighed. She did as she was told, though, and pulled down her skirt.
    “Let’s lift up your shirt, too, so it’s not in the way. Here, why don’t you get down on the bed.”
    “Mom!”
    “Look it’s just to make things easier, I don’t want to have to be crouched down around your ankles. Hurry up, on the bed.” Amilee complied and her mother went to lift her shirt up to just under her bra line, giving her a clear view of her midsection. Amilee covered her face, trying not to think about what was happening. “So these just… slip on, huh? I don’t see why you couldn’t just- rip it along the sides here.” as she said it she gave a firm tug on the place she indicated.
    “I tried that already, it- it wouldn’t come off.” Her mom tugged again and to her surprise the stretchy fabric ripped cleanly along the seam it was designed to. “W- Wait a second that- That shouldn’t have been that easy. I tried a bunch of times earlier and- and-” She gave her a flat stare.
    “This was really all you were struggling with? You made such a big deal out of it and now I’m wondering if maybe you were just asking me to change your diaper for you all along. I swear, I babied you and your sister too much, that must be it.” Tears had begun to well up in Amilee’s eyes again. “Oh, no sweety, I’m sorry. I wasn’t making fun of you, I was just trying to lighten the mood to make you less uncomfortable. I’m sorry, here.” She pulled the other side of the diaper ripping it in the same place and proceeded to pull it away completely, revealing Amilee’s bare crotch.
    “Mom!”
    “What, like I said, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Still no signs of hair I see. Good, no need for you to grow up too fast on me.”
    “Mom! Please! I want you to stop talking forever, now.”
    “Alright. Now hold still and I can put a fresh one on you.”
    “I- what?” Amilee froze, shocked at what she’d just heard.
    “Well if you’re still having accidents I want to make sure you stay protected at all times. If it’s bad enough that you need it at school you never know. I especially don’t want to have to worry about washing your sheets every night so you’re definitely wearing one to bed.”
    “Mom, this isn’t- I don’t really have the kind of problem you think.”
    “Oh? Are you trying to tell me you’re not having accidents now? I’m looking at this wet diaper and it’s telling a different story. Don’t try to tell me you peed yourself on purpose.” Amilee tried to object again. “Look, I know this is all so embarrassing, but you did the right thing, coming to me. I’m here at home now and I can be more involved in your life. So anytime you want, you can come to me and I’ll change you. I know it can be hard to have to do it yourself, apparently, so I can take charge and do it all for you.”
    Amilee was speechless. What had gotten into her mom? This was beyond insane. She lay back on her bed and tried to block it all out. Her world was going crazy, it felt like more and more control was slipping from her every day. What had she done to the universe to deserve this kind of punishment? As her mother pulled another diaper from the package under her desk and began to slide it up her legs, she thought of the absurdity of it all and quietly started laughing.
    She decided to give up. Give in to the madness. She was done.
    She had failed.
     
    Chapter 6 - Nightmare
    About half an hour later Amilee was in the bathroom finally relieving herself. She’d nearly forgotten her need to poop in the fiasco that had been her mother changing her diaper. She had panicked for a moment upon entering the bathroom, realizing she might not be able to get the diaper off again. It was with great relief that she was able to pull it down easily around her ankles and sit on the toilet. Whatever had kept her from removing her diaper before seemed to have worn off for now.
    She was so tired. Earlier she had resigned herself to giving up, deciding there was really no stopping the inevitable. She let what little urine she had built up flow out freely and just decided to relish the pleasant feeling that came with it. It hadn’t built up much so it wasn’t enough to make her climax, but she was tempted to start rubbing herself to keep it going. Why not, right? If this was her fate she may as well try to enjoy it, right?
    Trembling, her hand went to her crotch. She didn’t make a habit of masturbating much at all, let alone on the toilet. She felt excitement rush through her body as her hand gently delved into the moist folds. The perverseness of the situation only seemed to add to the thrill of it. Slowly at first, she began to move her fingers and gradually picked up speed. Electric waves of pleasure shot through her, and her other hand crept toward her chest where she began gently massaging. This wasn’t the first time she’d masturbated on her own, she knew what to do.
    It was probably over in minutes, but it felt like much longer. Waves of bliss washed over her as the horniness slowly faded again. It was a weak climax. She just couldn’t force herself to get too much into it. Pleasure seemed tainted to her now that she’d been forced to experience it unwillingly so many times. She sat on the toilet seat crying for a long time that night.
     
    Darien smiled at the paper he had laid out on his desk. It was the document he had forced Brenda to sign in blood. To an ordinary human it would be nonsense, a bunch of gibberish writing and odd symbols that wouldn’t mean anything. He, however, was so well versed in this language of magic it was easy for him to understand.
    It was a pretty complex spell with a lot of rules. He had gone over it so many times he’d nearly memorized it. This was such an efficient way to cast magic, writing it all out before-hand and then adding the blood of the target to activate it. It would have taken a lot of work to weave such an intricate spell on the fly, and a lot of crests applied to the subject's body if he had done it the same way as he had with Amilee.
    Basically what this would do is lure Brenda into wanting to wear diapers. She’d become fixated on the idea. He had pushed her into being the one to change Amilee from now on so that she would have ample time to be around diapers and think about them. The more she did the more she would start to wonder what it would be like to wear one herself. That would push the plan into its second phase.
    When she wore a diaper it would diminish her mental capacity. It was hard to quantify how smart a person was, but he liked to think of it as knocking off about 10 IQ points. This was probably the most complex part of the spell as the human mind was the most complex thing he’d ever had to work with. He was proud of the work he’d done, but that wasn’t all. He’d written in a way for the mental changes to become permanent.
    Taking the diaper off would return the intelligence it had sucked away, unless it had been used. If she peed or pooped in the diaper at all it would only return about half of what it had absorbed when it was removed. So if putting the diaper on had taken away 10 IQ points, using it would mean she’d only get 5 back. There were also other effects written in for while she’s diapered, such as increased libido and sensitivity and a faint subconscious desire to use the diaper as intended. The best part was that the way he’d written it, all these effects could be stacked if she was wearing multiple diapers at once.m
    For example, if she had two diapers on at the same time, she’d lose 20 IQ points and only get 10 back if she had an accident, all the while feeling twice as horny and sensitive as if she’d only worn one. Or 3 times or 5 or 10, however many diapers she had on was how much it would affect her. It stood to reason that if she kept layering them, her brain would eventually turn to mush. He had written in safeguards to prevent her from becoming a complete vegetable, making sure that the worst mental state she could be reduced to was fittingly that of a newborn infant.
    He smiled more deeply as he thought about all the fun that was to come. Using his third eye, he turned his attention away from the paper to Amilee again. She was making good progress toward complete insanity and he wanted to see it through to the end.
     
    Brenda was quite pleased with herself. Something about helping her daughter with her problems gave her a profound sense of satisfaction, triggering whatever motherly nurturing instincts had been lying dormant in the past few years, since she’d been focusing on getting the next paycheck that she rarely had time to even think about parenting. Now that she had so much free time she was determined to use every bit of it getting closer to the family she’d been neglecting.
    Brenda was glad Amilee’s problem was something so innocent, it was kind of cute. She’d worried the girl was getting to that age where boy trouble and general social drama were the norm and nothing was easy. Having bladder problems was simple, though she did wonder at whether it could be a sign of some deeper health problem, and thought she might have to set up an appointment with the family doctor if it continued for long. She was proud of her little girl for trying to be strong and do it on her own, and even more proud that when it had gotten too hard she had come to her mother for help. It took courage to admit your own weaknesses like that.
    Now that she had, however, Amilee seemed to be trying to backpedal to a less vulnerable position, embarrassed for having opened up in the first place. It was understandable, but Brenda had to laugh at the seemingly contradictory behavior. She’d come back a handful of times since that first encounter to ask for another diaper change. It was becoming a bit of a routine. For all that she complained and groaned each time, insisting she could do it herself and that she didn’t need a new diaper put on after, she kept coming back. She sensed there was a begrudging acceptance of the situation. Her daughter hated the interactions, but seemed to need them on some level anyway.
    Brenda was loving every moment. Changing her daughter’s diapers again, it was reawakening feelings she thought she’d lost. What children found disgusting and embarrassing, a mother could only find more love and maternal care in. She threw herself into it wholeheartedly. Amilee seemed to want to be self-sufficient, using her allowance to buy the diapers herself it seemed, but Brenda decided to provide other supplies. She started applying powder to reduce chafing, and sometimes even some soft baby oil for the skin. Amilee especially hated having her little cheeks and delicate areas rubbed with this and covered her face as she suffered the ministrations of a mother who was too absorbed in babying her little girl to care.
    Weeks passed and Brenda came to love the mother-daughter bonding time more than anything else. She looked forward to it each time Amilee came to her with that sheepish look, no longer even having to say the words. Brenda supposed she should be more worried. Should she call the doctor? But would getting this issue resolved put an end to the diaper changing sessions she had come to love? Did that make her a bad mom? She found she couldn’t worry about it too much, she was having too much fun.
     
    Those weeks were some of the worst Amilee had ever lived. It was a living nightmare. She had wanted to rip the diaper off that first day right after having it changed and never put another on. She hated needing them, hated that if she didn’t wear them she’d end up needing them later anyway as her bladder shrank and muscles became useless. Was there even really a difference? Shouldn’t she just take them off and enjoy what little time she had left of continence?
    No. She needed to not give in to despair. She’d fight to keep her control. She may be stuck using diapers, but she’d only use them when she felt the need to. She wouldn’t give up that control, she’d clutch to it as a life preserver even as she drowned in the ocean of her own piss. If she was going to end up in diapers anyway by taking them off, she’d rather never give in and keep her control. That’d show Darien.
    Her mother was another problem. Darien had apparently set it up so that she’d need to rely on her mother’s diaper changes from now as well. It wasn’t humiliating enough that she had to use them, he also made sure she wasn’t able to even take them off herself. She was fully able to do so right up until the moment she used one. Once a diaper had pee in it only her mother was capable of taking it off for her. Luckily this meant she could avoid using the diapers for number twos by holding those in until she was home and in a clean one, able to remove it at will, but she worried about a day that may come where she’d be stuck in a wet diaper and unable to hold her bowels long enough to make it.
    And then there was the pleasure, and the frequent and often lengthy masturbations sensations that came whenever she peed. At first she only ever did it on the toilet, on those rare occasions when she was able to use it at home. But peeing in her diapers made her feel just as good, and one day rather than wait for her mother to change it she just started rubbing. It surprised her at first the squishy feeling of the soggy diaper against her wet slit, but she soon became enthralled by it. She loved rubbing and squishing and mashing the warmth of her own pee against her folds until breathless she’d climax in a wave of raw heat. She hated how it made her feel, shame penetrating her each time after the fact, but in the moment it was hard to deny that feeling.
    If her mother took notice of any moisture beyond that of a wetting accident she made no comment. Could she tell? Did she know there was love juice mixed in with that pee? That in itself made her want to stop doing it, yet each time she was pushed into a situation where she had to use her diapers, she was suddenly horny again and unable to control herself. It happened at school most frequently, and it was often in the quiet corner of the library she found herself reaching up her skirt and making soft squishing noises that hid even softer moans. Once however she’d been at home studying while still wearing a diaper she’d been a bit too lazy to remove. The urge to pee struck and she made the conscious decision to just let it go. It felt a bit awkward doing it while just sitting at her desk like that, but once it started flowing it burst like a dam.
    She’d cum 3 times before sheepishly going down the hall to her mother’s room for a change. She started wearing the diapers more often, going to school with one already on instead of waiting until she felt the urge to change into one, not taking them off right away when she got home. It was because despite her initial hatred of the situation she was just getting so used to it that it was becoming normal. It’s remarkable how adaptable people are to even the worst circumstances. Torture a woman long enough and she’ll eventually start laughing. Amilee wasn’t exactly happy, but she was becoming indifferent to the whole thing. Almost like, “that’s the worst you’ve got?” If she had known at the time what Darien’s worst actually was, she might not have thought that way.
     
     
     
    thanks for reading, more to come. hopefully sooner but if you've seen my work you'll know how often i go months without writing anything.
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    Satoshi centered himself. The café had become far more quiet lately as he'd told many of the customers who came only for Seri that she was on leave. It was true in a way. He'd determined to not transform into her again if he could help it. It was difficult. He'd cut out from his life anything that might trigger arousal, and was going on nearly a month now as just himself. He employed meditation and deep breathing techniques, taking firm hold of his emotions and not letting his thoughts wander. He long thrown out his collection of eroge. Even before when he was transforming frequently he hadn't wanted them anymore. They'd been primarily a side dish for masturbation, something Satoshi couldn't do without becoming Seri and Seri hadn't found their contents particularly arousing.
    Because he hadn't masturbated as a man in so long he didn't find it that hard to give it up. He was getting older and his libido wasn't very strong these days anyway, if he didn't feed it. He'd only gotten so deep into those games in the first place out of boredom and then habit, he didn't need them. Yet now he lived in constant fear that the desire was still there hiding somewhere in his subconscious. He got on with his daily life, but there was that secret worry always eating at him.
    Then suddenly he was Seri again. She couldn't quite remember when the transformation had happened. She hadn't gotten aroused had she? She was wearing a thick diaper, not locked this time, but something about it was different. It was more... poofy. Frilly, perhaps? In addition to having a colorful pink design it seemed the edges had decorative ridges that overall added to the childish look of it. It seemed to be intentionally made to make her seem younger.  Oddly it didn't frighten her in the slightest. In fact she smiled dopily upon seeing it and gleefully began filling it with the pee she hadn't realized she'd been holding in.
    Satoshi bolted upright with a start. A pool of urine was collective under him, and with a shock he realized that his body had changed to that of Seri. His mind fuzzed, it had been so long that the female persona with him to a minutes to assert herself. When Seri did emerge fully, realizing what was still happening she hurriedly bounced out of the soaked sheets and started trying to do damage control on the state of her bed.
    About half an hour later she stood, half undressed, in the changing room watching the sheets tumble in the wash and contemplating her next move. The transformation had left her in Satoshi's clothes this time, like it had that first time all those weeks ago. She'd never bothered to get any clothes for herself, being spoiled by the magical nature of it all. Any female clothes left lying around also seemed to magically disappear whenever she turned back into Satoshi.
    So it was that Seri needed to open up the shop soon, had no appropriate clothing for the job, and felt no urge to pee that'd let her change back any time soon. Weighing her options she decided upon taking the day off from the café, and perhaps doing a shopping trip to get some clothes. Satoshi wouldn't like it, but Seri decided she'd rather have them anyway just in case and that he'd just have to deal with it. She only hoped that the clothes she bought wouldn't magically disappear if she was wearing them when she transformed back, perhaps she'd take them off when using the toilet just to be sure.
    She put on a T-shirt that fit well enough and some sweatpants that wouldn't be too embarrassing to leave the house in. She decided underwear would be the first priority, the boxer shorts she was wearing feeling strange. In a surreal moment she realized she knew exactly what sizes she'd need, as though she'd done this all before in memories that weren't really hers. She didn't even feel any of the embarrassment she knew she probably should at entering a section in the department store Satoshi would never dreamed have going.
    Clothes shopping in general felt surreal. Satoshi wouldn't have known the first thing about any of this but Seri navigated the experience with ease. It felt easy, mundane even. Like she was just going through the motions of another ordinary day, though in truth this was the first time she'd ever done this. She got so wrapped up in what she was doing, though, that she didn't notice a vaguely familiar form approaching until they called out to her.
    "Kaetori-ojousan? It is you isn't is. The young miss herself out and about in the wild," upon hearing the voice Seri groaned internally. Mitsuhide Akida, the customer who'd started coming regularly specifically to harass Seri and just about the last person she'd ever want to run into in public.
    "Mitsuhide-san" she continued in the most overly formal manner she could muster, "Good day to you."
    "So stiff," he said in a familiar tone. "Please, you may call me Akida if you wish. I'd hoped we could be less formal meeting outside your work." He paused as if considering, "Seri," he added, as if testing how much he could get away with.
    "I'm glad you're well, as it's been some time since I've been able to work at my uncle's shop. I'm afraid I have things to be about today and don't have time to chat."
    "Don't be like that," he said, trying to sound disarming. Seri did have to admit he was somewhat attractive, but the way he leered made her uncomfortable. "You've ignore my advances yet you don't explicitly turn me away. It's enough to make one wonder what game you're playing, or if you simply enjoy being chased but never caught." She in fact had explicitly turned him away, several times, if not very forcefully. She did wonder if something about her demeanor was encouraging him in some way, perhaps the way her face seemed to turn red, her eyes darting away avoiding that penetrating gaze of his. Yes, perhaps she could do more to discourage him.
    "Perhaps I'll be returning to work more often in the near future. I will see you then should you choose to visit, farewell." She bowed and without letting him get in another word stalked away.
     
    Emergency clothing purchased, male body returned, Satoshi sat on his newly washed bed coverings staring at the ceiling and wondering how he'd failed. He hadn't considered that a transformation could trigger in his sleep just as easily as when he was awake, but as he thought he realized that was how it had happened the first time. He wondered if he'd had it wrong all along and he'd never really understood how any of this worked. He could only go on the knowledge he had, but what if that wasn't enough. It could be that it didn't work at all like he thought and there was something else entirely controlling the transformations, but enough of his experience lined up with his conjectures that it seemed only this one oddity stood out.
    At least no more diapers had been part of it today, though that dream he had was what was keeping him from getting any rest at the moment. Would he continue to have dreams like that, and would they cause him to transform again? Was it even worth trying to prevent it anymore if that was the case? Eventually he drifted off, but it was a fitful sort of sleep, full of unanswered questions.
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    Seri sat naked and miserable on the bathroom tiles waiting to feel the need to pee again and contemplating how horribly the day had gone. It had started when in the middle of a lunch rush of all things, Satoshi had stupidly gotten himself aroused and Seri had to take over. That was when the diaper had appeared.
    After the initial shock and confusion she had simply tried to put it out of her mind and continue serving the influx of customers. She spotted Mitsuhide, a young man who attended the local university who had only started coming recently as part of the group of new regulars there to fawn over Seri specifically. He was always visibly disappointed when it was Satoshi working, but upon Seri coming in from the back room his mood instantly improved.
    "Ah, I was wondering if I'd get to see you today, young miss," he said in a haughty tone. "Your beauty is one of the few pleasures I look forward to each time I visit." His overly dignified way of speaking made it seem like he was trying way to hard to seem refined, perhaps in a vain attempt to offset his overt flirtations. Seri once found him completely detestable, but found herself smiling now anyway. He had an affable way about him that made even his obnoxiousness somehow endearing.
    "The usual I take it," Seri asked, welcoming work as a distraction for what hid under her skirt.
    "I would enjoy a side order of your company, perhaps I'd even forego ordering at all if I could convince you to simply close the shop for today and come away with me."
    "Alright, then you get nothing. I'm busy, as you can see, so maybe I'll come back when you are ready to order." Seri bustled away to fill other orders and clear away a few tables. He tried to get in some comment but she ignored him.
    She busied herself, losing herself in the familiar patterns of working. By the time the last customer was leaving she could no longer deny her urge to pee. She had never held onto her bladder so long in this body, always somewhat eager to change back and not risk running afoul of the content of her character's story in the game. It seemed whatever magic had brought on the transformations was now determined to see it happen anyway.
    She probably should have tried to do something the moment the urge to pee had come, but she had never found a way to excuse herself and was trying so desperately to avoid thinking about it. Now it felt like there was a dam fit to burst. Seri pushed her legs together heading up the stairs to her rooms and trying to come up with some way out. She thought of her earlier idea of perhaps ripping apart the entire diaper and pulling it out of the locking belt piece by piece, or even trying some scissors or something on the belt itself. If her mind had been a little less panicked she may have just used a knife from the kitchen but she headed to the bedroom for those scissors regardless.
    Her steps were slow in coming, as she was now entirely hunched over trying to hold it in. Would it really be so bad to just let it leak out a little? Satoshi would have gone about this far more pragmatically, wouldn't he? Seri just kept on inching her way. Where were those scissors? Did it matter? She was going to leak any second, she could tell. The dam was breaking. It was going to come out. Couldn't she stop it?
    A faint sound began. A low hiss, alien yet somehow familiar. Tears streaked down Seri's face as she finally let it sink in that she had failed completely to hold it in. She had no practice using those muscles, the pressure was a completely unfamiliar one to her, so she just gave in. It surprised her how warm it was as it pooled around her crotch. Luckily the material easily absorbed it faster than it came out, even after she gave it and let it flow freely, so there was no leaking. It was such an odd sensation. Liberating, in a way. That scared her.
    Seri thought that perhaps Satoshi would have come out as a result of her peeing but he did not appear. This confirmed that it had to be a toilet, or the changes would not revert. Knowing that, she made the decision to drink a bit more water and set about trying to remove the locked diaper, however forceful she needed to be. So it was that after finally getting it off she flopped down naked on those bathroom tiles to wait. Blessedly when the need to pee came again she was quick to get up, and the changes were immediate. Satoshi let out a sigh of relief, and clenched his jaw determined to be more chaste going forward. He'd have to not let his thoughts get away from himself so easily, suppress his desires and not transform again. For if he did, he couldn't be sure what new horrors the changes would bring the next time.
     
     
     
    I'm liking doing these in much shorter chunks than what I've done in the past writing other stories. make it a lot easier to squeeze them out, you know. more to come
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    zimw00t got a reaction from Keita123 in My New Incontinent Life Began the Day I Transformed Into The Main Heroine of My Favorite Eroge   
    Later that afternoon, still a bit shaken from the strange experience he'd had that morning, Satoshi tried hard to focus on work. He greeted his regular customers with a smile painted on, chatted idly about their various troubles and nodded at appropriate times. He was in the middle of cleaning one of the machines as the implications of what had happened began to dawn on him. He wasn't particularly superstitious, or even really religious. Stuff like magic and reincarnating in another world was all fine and good in manga and light novels, but apparently it actually could happen. He wasn't sure what to think of that.
    He hadn't been sent to a videogame world. Rather, it seemed the videogame world had been encroaching on his own. H-games like the ones he'd been playing weren't often the subject of isekai stories, though vanilla otome games were becoming more popular as a backdrop. He wouldn't mind visiting the world of one of his games... as a man. The thought of becoming one of the girl's again terrified him, yet strangely he found there was a part of him that got... excited at the thought? That couldn't be right, he wasn't a masochist or anything, was he? During the day he played the part of the kindly old café worker who'd listen to your problems and provide a relaxing environment, but he was increasingly worried that that wasn't at all who he really was.
    As he thought about it more, he started to fixate on the idea. What would it actually be like to be one of the girls from his games? Would it actually feel good to be humiliated like that? Being made to suffer such indignities, having all your virtue stripped away by the cruelties of someone you had no power to stop? That shouldn't excite him should it? Yet he could feel something rising in him. The image of Kamigou Seri, the girl he'd been that morning, panting and begging for forgiveness lodged it's way into his thoughts and he could feel arousal building. Then he felt something shift.
    Just as his penis began to erect it suddenly started shrinking again, though his arousal wasn't abating. If anything he felt the heat grow stronger as it pulled inward, and he had an idea what was coming next. He was suddenly aware of his nipples, had they always been this sensitive? The poked upward trying to burst out of the button up shirt he wore, and the bulged forward as his chest exploded out into the same pillowy breasts from earlier. The sensations were exquisite, and the transformation continued. His hair plumed out past his shoulders, becoming long and straight and he felt his face shifting to become more feminine. Oddly he felt his clothing changing as well. His work clothes were simple and formal, black vest, white apron around the waist and dark pants. The apron pulled up to cover his whole body, tightening further around his now shapely hips and his slacks became something more frilly, and much shorter. It looked more like maid cosplay now than anything, but he supposed it would have been appropriate attire for female employees of his café if he'd hired any. It wasn't anything from out of the game, so it seemed whatever mystical force was causing these transformations had adapted it to it's environment.
    He picked apart the outfit because it was an easy way to distract his mind from the bigger issue. He was back to being a girl, and he was still incredibly horny. He couldn't help but poke and prod at the enormous breasts that now hung from his chest, enfolded in the large apron. They felt snug, and he started as he realized that a bra must have materialized underneath during the transformation. Yes, he could feel it now that he'd noticed, giving extra support to the weight that had hung freely when they transformation had happened before. Rubbing his chest felt a bit restricted, and he felt he wasn't quite getting the full fluffy experience of being able to squeeze them freely. It still felt amazing. He was shocked how sensitive they were, and increasingly growing jealous of a woman's pleasure. They got to feel this any time they wanted, and it seemed unfair.
    A sound broke him out of his reveling. Someone had just entered the shop. This was around the time the evening regulars started coming in, and he was supposed to have been in the middle of getting things ready for the night. Embarrassed he fought down his desires to see if he could climax just from rubbing his chest and tried to calm down, but was then struck by a new kind of panic. He was Seri now. He couldn't just go out and face his customers like this could he? He supposed he was at least dressed properly. Could he come up with a lie to explain away his absence and the existence of this girl who'd never worked here before? He'd seen that work in a few manga with similar setups. Steeling himself, and relying on his knowledge of comedic tropes like body swapping, he thought of a backstory and went to confront the customer.
    "Welcome in," Seri pronounced, surprised at how feminine it sounded out of her mouth. Then again she was surprised at how she now thought of herself as Seri. She hadn't a moment ago.
    "Oh, hello there?" the customer said, almost a question. It was an Wataru, a middle aged salaryman who frequently came in to unwind after work. He claimed to prefer the quiet environment. "Is Kaetori-san not in? I didn't know he'd hired anyone else." 
    "Oh yes," Seri said, "I'm his niece actually. Satoshi-ojisan hired me on as a part-timer so he could have more free time in the evenings. Kaetori Seri, pleased to meet you." She figured it was probably fine to use the same family name.
    "I see, nice to see a fresh young face. I'd ask for the usual but I suppose you wouldn't know." He laughed to himself finding that amusing somehow. Seri did know, but she pretended to fastidiously take his order anyway. She tried to ignore those leering eyes that seemed to follow her as she moved to prepare his coffee.
    More customers wandered in, and not a few of them asked after Satoshi and commented on how well she seemed to handle herself though it was ostensibly her first day on the job. She explained that her own family ran a diner and she had plenty of practice helping out customers already, covering how she already seemed to know her way around a kitchen and easily multitasked. It wasn't quite hectic, but it did seem busier than usual as more guests filtered in. Some of the regulars seemed to be lingering a bit more than usual as well and she realized it was because of how she looked now. She drew stares, and more often than not at very inappropriate parts of her body. She tried not to prickle at that, and worked professional through what was turning into quite the rush. Somehow word was spreading of the new young assistant working the place.
    Apparently all I needed to draw new customers was a pretty face. Seri thought. Perhaps I should have hired some part-timers, stick them in a maid uniform and post them outside. Was that really the atmosphere he wanted to cultivate though? No, he wasn't about fads. It was a quiet, refined environment and repeat business that he wanted.
    With a start Satoshi realized he was thinking of himself as... well himself, again. For a time his mind seemed to have accepted that he'd become Seri, though he'd still felt mostly like himself. It was hard to describe, like some sort of pink feminine fog had come over his mind making accept himself as a woman. It had passed, but he worried if other mental changes might come if this form persisted. There seemed to be an inevitable escalation, and all his instincts told him this story ended with him fully as Seri, not being able to go back to being himself. It was enough to make him nearly break down right there. He'd been in the middle of cleaning tables and carrying empty cups back to the kitchen and nearly dropped them in his distress. He took a moment to compose himself in the back kitchen before returning and finishing the days work, eventually and thankfully bidding farewell to the last of the retreating customers. None of them seemed to question a girl her age working so late, or why Satoshi hadn't so much as made an appearance.
    Perhaps subconsciously, he had avoided drinking much. The knowledge of Seri's character and her eventual fate as an incontinent slave made him terrified of filling his bladder with anything, but eventually the pressure signifying a need to use the bathroom came anyway. He sighed, but headed to the toilet. Miraculously as he got up to flush he noticed his clothes had gone back to normal, and indeed his body was becoming that of a man again. It didn't take him much to put two and two together and guess that going to the bathroom would change him back into a man, though he held his assumptions for now. Twice might be coincidence, but if it happened again it'd be a pattern. He idly wondered what would trigger the reverse, becoming a girl again. Hopefully if it did happen again he'd be able to figure it out so he could avoid it. For now, feeling very exhausted, he headed upstairs to his room and collapsed into bed in his clothes, trying not to worry what tomorrow would bring.
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    zimw00t got a reaction from bongodude17 in High School Demon   
    Greetings all. I have the opening chapter for a new story here today. I know this is the omutsu forum and this technically doesn't have any diapers in it yet, but it will don't worry. More to come and hopefully you won't have to wait more than a year for it this time.
    Prologue
    If Darien had to place the time in his life that things really started to go off the rails, it was probably when he got possessed by that demon. Oh sure, dabbling in forbidden arcane magics seems like a fun idea in theory, but having your soul forcibly ripped from your body as a foreign invader settles in to take its place really puts a damper on things. Yeah, he was dying all right. Well worse than dying, actually. His immortal soul was being shredded to infinity right out from under him and whenever he managed to recover from that, if he did recover, he’d probably spend eternity damned to the lowest level of hell for the trouble. What a way to start the week. At least he could entertain himself through eternal damnation with the thought that the demon walking around in his skin would probably be just as unpopular as he had been. If only he could have gotten Karin to notice him just once. Oh well, that’s life.
    These lingering thoughts from Darien were the first things that the demon felt upon entering the body. He found that all the human’s memories were still there perfectly intact, as though he had been Darien himself this whole time. He was Darien. But he was also a powerful Lord of Chaos from another plane of existence. It was a strange feeling to be both at once. He felt a small pang of guilt at having effectively killed the young man who’s memories he now had, but it passed quickly.
    He had goals and aspirations before for things like world domination or the like. These quickly faded into the background as his demon mind grappled with his new teenage boy’s body. He had all the power in the universe but he couldn’t get over the single overpowering emotion he felt at that exact moment: horny. He had no idea who this Karin girl was, owing to the fact that Darien had barely known her, but she was hot, he was certain of that. He was having some very dark thoughts about what he’d like to do to her. Darien had apparently been quite the pervert, having some very particular abnormal desires. And now, being mostly demon, he suddenly had the power to act on them.
    This was going to be fun.
     
    Chapter 1 - Fun For the Whole Family
    Darien drew the complex symbol in the air with the speed and proficiency of one with his eons of experience. He was just Darien now. He no longer thought of himself as a demon inhabiting Darien’s body. He retained all the knowledge and power of the demon, but Darien’s had come out on top as the dominant personality with the rest fading into subconscious. Life was funny like that.
    It had been a few weeks since his successful summoning ritual. He’d quietly disposed of his parents and anybody who might come asking questions. He didn’t like the complications, his plans would go much smoother if he lived alone with no one to answer to. He continued to draw the spell that would make his home unknowable to anyone he didn’t invite to it. It essentially erased the place’s existence from the consciousness of anyone he didn’t want. When it was complete, the symbol lit up and a small explosion of power was released, then it faded away.
    He had been attending school as normal, fantasizing and planning what he was going to do to Karin and how he would go about getting away with it. He managed to keep his desires in check by masturbating frequently, but with the power he knew he had now it was hard not to just rush in and go crazy. Part of him still wanted to, but he wasn’t completely omnipotent. Spells took time to craft and put into place, and if he tried to do too much too quickly he could easily get into trouble.
    If he didn’t want to face criminal charges or some other retaliation he needed to make sure he had full and complete control of the situation first. Plus, he had to admit, there was a thrill that ran through him at the idea of slowly taking control of her life. The instant gratification that might come from simply raping her outright would pale in comparison to the slow build up of watching as her world comes crashing down around on her. The inevitability of a steady march toward madness, and the pleasure of tormenting her until she breaks, gives up and gives in willingly to everything he has planned for her. The climax of the moment when her will is finally destroyed and she realizes she has no control will be infinitely more powerful than any mere physical torments he might subject her to.
    All this meant he probably needed to start in her home, with her family life. He needed to make sure he had full control of any family she had waiting for her, so there would be no moral support for her when he eventually struck. Only problem was, he knew next to nothing about her. He didn’t know if she had any siblings or anything about her home life at all. She was literally just a pretty girl from one of his classes and his crush was nothing more than a physical infatuation. The demon probably would have found this to be pathetic behavior, but Darien was in charge now and he decided what to do with their powers.
    He needed to find out more about her, talk to her. Unfortunately while Darien had inherited all the powers of a demon, the demon had also gotten all the insecurities of a boy who didn’t know how to talk to girls. He had to almost forcibly shut off that irrational part of his brain and let just a little bit of the 5 billion year old Dreadlord take over. He realized quickly that Mr. Dread didn’t have much experience talking to girls either, and gave up feeling confident.
    Eventually he cheated and peaked through the astral plane directly into her home, spending the rest of the day spying on it. He found there that she had a younger sister around middle school aged, and they spent most of their time at home alone as their mother worked. There didn’t seem to be any father in the picture, but that seemed all the better. Three women, three targets to ravish with his otherworldly abilities, and there was no one else to get in the way. He decided it’d be best to start with the youngest.
    At school the next day, Darien left his homeroom in a hurry. He had kept his third eye on the younger sister to figure out where she went to school. It wasn’t far, and a few quick runes would allow him to leap there instantly anyway, so he’d decided to pay a visit during lunch. He found a secluded hallway and made the gate in the air. It made a small tear in the fabric of reality that opened up on the rooftop of the other school building. He stepped through and immediately started sending mental projections to the younger sister.
    Come to the roof, an old friend is waiting for you there. The projection was vague enough that she probably wouldn’t question it until she was already on the roof. By then it’d be too late for her.
    A few minutes passed, and finally the knob on the stairway access rattled. Remembering that most rooftops like this are emergency access only and are usually locked, he drew a quick spell to open it for her. A young girl in a school uniform stepped out looking slightly confused.
    “Are you who I’m supposed to be coming to see?” the girl asked, sounding slightly annoyed. “It’s really weird. I suddenly felt like I needed to be up here for some reason.”
    “What’s your name?” Darien asked, offering no explanations to her. She hesitated a moment and he worried he would have to draw a few spells before he could get her to cooperate at all.
    “I’m Amilee, who the heck are you?” She seemed far more annoyed now, and more than a little suspicious. Without saying anything Darien drew something in the air and let it float there for long enough for the girl to gasp in surprise. “How did you do that? Who are you? What is all this?”
    “You ask a lot of questions,” Darien finally answered. “Though I suppose that’s fair, considering. You can call me Darien, I’m a friend of- Well let’s say I know your sister. I came here to get to know you.”  Darien casually flicked his hand through the mark he’d drawn in the air and it streaked across the roof to smack Amilee in the chest. “That should make this easier.”
    The girl grunted in pain as the mark sealed itself onto her. It left a mark on the front of her shirt which penetrated all the way through to her skin and down into her very soul. “What the- what was that- that thing?” Amilee was understandably unsettled. “What did you do to me?” She took a defiant step toward him, as if to demand he undo whatever he’d done. The mark had already begun to fade.
    “Hmm, looks like I aimed a little high,” Darien said, more to himself than anything. “Should still work, though. You’re going to pee yourself in a few seconds.”
    A look of disgust came across the girl’s face, an emotion which seemed to overpower her shock from a moment before. “What the hell kind of pervert are you? Going around marking people with strange things and saying gross things, I’m getting a teacher. They’ll probably have the police here to arrest you before you can get off this roof.” The girl put up a brave front but Darien could tell it was beginning to take effect. The way she lightly fidgeted, the subtle body language of someone feeling a slight discomfort in their lower region.
    “I assure you the police wouldn’t be able to hold me long. I’m basically a God to normal people like you. Consider this my proof.” The girl gave up making an effort to disguise her growing desperation. She held her legs firmly crossed, knees slightly bent. Tears of anger and embarrassment welled up in her eyes.
    “I- I don’t know what you did but- I- I hate you! I- Oh please make it stop. Please don’t let this happen!” She held her hands firmly against her crotch as if to stop the flow, but it was too late. A dark patch appeared on the front of her skirt as a dark yellow liquid poured uncontrollably through her clenched fingers. It hit the ground in small trickles at first, until the fabric could no longer absorb anything and it flowed freely. She sank down fully onto her knees into the puddle that formed under her. “Why? Why me? Why did you do this?”
    “Well if you want to blame someone I guess you could blame your mother for giving birth to you. It’s not my fault that Karin had a younger sister. I just needed to make sure I have everyone under my control before I move in to strike. Nothing personal toward you.” Darien had moved down close enough to wipe away a single tear from her cheek. “Though I’d be lying if I said I’m not going to enjoy this.” She made to slap his hand away but he pulled it back before she could. Then to his surprise she lunged at him fully in a wild attack. She probably wasn’t thinking very rationally anymore.
    He dodged out of the way and lifted his foot to kick her firmly in the back. She fell on her face and he held his foot down so she wouldn’t be able to get back up. “Now, now. Let’s not do anything we’re going to regret. You see, I can do a lot worse than what I just did. I can have complete control over your entire body.” To prove his point, he lifted the back of her skirt to reveal the pair of stockings she wore underneath. He reached for power and drew a mark directly on her thigh, burning a hole through the stocking as he did so. She screamed out in pain as it burned itself into her flesh. This one would probably leave a permanent mark on her skin.
    “No! What are you doing this time!”
    “A demonstration of what will happen if you don’t play along with what I’m going to tell you.” He let the power flow through him into the mark he’d drawn. It wasn’t the final spell he was going to cast on her, but it would give him a great deal of control. He increased her sensitivity, slowly at first but then ramped it up to what would probably be unbearable.
    “What are you- Oh!” The girl flushed, her body turning red from the heat of arousal. “What did you do?” Something shiny was seeping through her already soaked panties. It was a viscous, syrupy liquid that meant she was really feeling it.
    “Now, see. Look how good I can make you feel.”
    “Please stop this. I don’t want to feel like this!” Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, red with inescapable desire. “I’ll do whatever you want, just make it stop!”
    “Stop? Well I suppose I can make the arousal go away for a time, but you’re probably not going to like the trade off.”
    “Please!” she practically screamed. “Anything!”
    “Alright, alright. Turn over, let me see your stomach.” He lifted his foot enough for her to roll onto her back. Her clothing was already so disheveled, but he tugged and pulled enough so he could clearly see her navel. This would be the ultimate spell. He began drawing directly above where her bladder would be, a large intricate tattoo that would make her completely submit to him. The process probably would have been painful for her if she didn’t already have the other mark turning all sensation into pleasure. This one wouldn’t completely override the first mark, but it would control how much of that pleasure would flow into her at once. It would act as a sort of dam to block up the influx of pleasure, but that reservoir would continue to fill so that when it was unstopped it would flow much more powerfully.
    He was quite proud of his work when he finished. The light subsided and it left only a red pattern in her skin. He’d stylized it after something Darien had seen in some porn games. A so-called crotch tattoo. Something about the design and it’s placement was very arousing to him.
    “Alright before you fall unconscious here listen up. You’re going to wake up when the bell chimes for lunch to be over. I’m a nice enough guy that I’ll replace your clothes before then so you won’t have to go back down with that huge stain on you. I’ve made some changes to your body. It’s going to be like a sort of game. All that pleasure you just felt, you’ll feel it again every time you pee. The longer you try to hold it in the more pleasure you’ll eventually feel when you let it all out. On the other hand every time you pee, your bladder will shrink a little and all the little muscles you use to hold it in will get a little bit weaker. Do you understand? Every time you pee it will get a little bit harder to hold it in next time, until eventually you won’t be able to hold it at all. Now it would be boring if you couldn’t fight back at all, so the weakening effect won’t happen if you manage to use your toilet at home. Adding that condition was probably the most complex part of this rune, you should be grateful. But it means you’ll always have to be holding it in at school or anytime you're away from your house.
    “That seal I made on your back thigh is also pretty strong, probably stronger than I meant it to be. I can’t guarantee that some of its effects won’t start to leak through anyway if you try to hold your pee too long, so best not to push your luck too much. That’s basically the game. Don’t find yourself in any desperate bathroom situations too far from home and you won’t have to worry. But if you mess up even once it will become a slippery slope and you’ll end up a mindless sexual plaything.” A thought occurred to him as he was explaining things to her. He drew another quick sign in the air and took hold of it. He then gently reached between her thighs and placed it over the first symbol he’d drawn on her, embedding that spell with one other rule. He didn’t feel the need to tell her what it was, but she’d find out. It would probably make winning the game impossible for her. But then, she was never supposed to win.
     
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    zimw00t got a reaction from Azazbel in My New Incontinent Life Began the Day I Transformed Into The Main Heroine of My Favorite Eroge   
    Satoshi centered himself. The café had become far more quiet lately as he'd told many of the customers who came only for Seri that she was on leave. It was true in a way. He'd determined to not transform into her again if he could help it. It was difficult. He'd cut out from his life anything that might trigger arousal, and was going on nearly a month now as just himself. He employed meditation and deep breathing techniques, taking firm hold of his emotions and not letting his thoughts wander. He long thrown out his collection of eroge. Even before when he was transforming frequently he hadn't wanted them anymore. They'd been primarily a side dish for masturbation, something Satoshi couldn't do without becoming Seri and Seri hadn't found their contents particularly arousing.
    Because he hadn't masturbated as a man in so long he didn't find it that hard to give it up. He was getting older and his libido wasn't very strong these days anyway, if he didn't feed it. He'd only gotten so deep into those games in the first place out of boredom and then habit, he didn't need them. Yet now he lived in constant fear that the desire was still there hiding somewhere in his subconscious. He got on with his daily life, but there was that secret worry always eating at him.
    Then suddenly he was Seri again. She couldn't quite remember when the transformation had happened. She hadn't gotten aroused had she? She was wearing a thick diaper, not locked this time, but something about it was different. It was more... poofy. Frilly, perhaps? In addition to having a colorful pink design it seemed the edges had decorative ridges that overall added to the childish look of it. It seemed to be intentionally made to make her seem younger.  Oddly it didn't frighten her in the slightest. In fact she smiled dopily upon seeing it and gleefully began filling it with the pee she hadn't realized she'd been holding in.
    Satoshi bolted upright with a start. A pool of urine was collective under him, and with a shock he realized that his body had changed to that of Seri. His mind fuzzed, it had been so long that the female persona with him to a minutes to assert herself. When Seri did emerge fully, realizing what was still happening she hurriedly bounced out of the soaked sheets and started trying to do damage control on the state of her bed.
    About half an hour later she stood, half undressed, in the changing room watching the sheets tumble in the wash and contemplating her next move. The transformation had left her in Satoshi's clothes this time, like it had that first time all those weeks ago. She'd never bothered to get any clothes for herself, being spoiled by the magical nature of it all. Any female clothes left lying around also seemed to magically disappear whenever she turned back into Satoshi.
    So it was that Seri needed to open up the shop soon, had no appropriate clothing for the job, and felt no urge to pee that'd let her change back any time soon. Weighing her options she decided upon taking the day off from the café, and perhaps doing a shopping trip to get some clothes. Satoshi wouldn't like it, but Seri decided she'd rather have them anyway just in case and that he'd just have to deal with it. She only hoped that the clothes she bought wouldn't magically disappear if she was wearing them when she transformed back, perhaps she'd take them off when using the toilet just to be sure.
    She put on a T-shirt that fit well enough and some sweatpants that wouldn't be too embarrassing to leave the house in. She decided underwear would be the first priority, the boxer shorts she was wearing feeling strange. In a surreal moment she realized she knew exactly what sizes she'd need, as though she'd done this all before in memories that weren't really hers. She didn't even feel any of the embarrassment she knew she probably should at entering a section in the department store Satoshi would never dreamed have going.
    Clothes shopping in general felt surreal. Satoshi wouldn't have known the first thing about any of this but Seri navigated the experience with ease. It felt easy, mundane even. Like she was just going through the motions of another ordinary day, though in truth this was the first time she'd ever done this. She got so wrapped up in what she was doing, though, that she didn't notice a vaguely familiar form approaching until they called out to her.
    "Kaetori-ojousan? It is you isn't is. The young miss herself out and about in the wild," upon hearing the voice Seri groaned internally. Mitsuhide Akida, the customer who'd started coming regularly specifically to harass Seri and just about the last person she'd ever want to run into in public.
    "Mitsuhide-san" she continued in the most overly formal manner she could muster, "Good day to you."
    "So stiff," he said in a familiar tone. "Please, you may call me Akida if you wish. I'd hoped we could be less formal meeting outside your work." He paused as if considering, "Seri," he added, as if testing how much he could get away with.
    "I'm glad you're well, as it's been some time since I've been able to work at my uncle's shop. I'm afraid I have things to be about today and don't have time to chat."
    "Don't be like that," he said, trying to sound disarming. Seri did have to admit he was somewhat attractive, but the way he leered made her uncomfortable. "You've ignore my advances yet you don't explicitly turn me away. It's enough to make one wonder what game you're playing, or if you simply enjoy being chased but never caught." She in fact had explicitly turned him away, several times, if not very forcefully. She did wonder if something about her demeanor was encouraging him in some way, perhaps the way her face seemed to turn red, her eyes darting away avoiding that penetrating gaze of his. Yes, perhaps she could do more to discourage him.
    "Perhaps I'll be returning to work more often in the near future. I will see you then should you choose to visit, farewell." She bowed and without letting him get in another word stalked away.
     
    Emergency clothing purchased, male body returned, Satoshi sat on his newly washed bed coverings staring at the ceiling and wondering how he'd failed. He hadn't considered that a transformation could trigger in his sleep just as easily as when he was awake, but as he thought he realized that was how it had happened the first time. He wondered if he'd had it wrong all along and he'd never really understood how any of this worked. He could only go on the knowledge he had, but what if that wasn't enough. It could be that it didn't work at all like he thought and there was something else entirely controlling the transformations, but enough of his experience lined up with his conjectures that it seemed only this one oddity stood out.
    At least no more diapers had been part of it today, though that dream he had was what was keeping him from getting any rest at the moment. Would he continue to have dreams like that, and would they cause him to transform again? Was it even worth trying to prevent it anymore if that was the case? Eventually he drifted off, but it was a fitful sort of sleep, full of unanswered questions.
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    Satoshi centered himself. The café had become far more quiet lately as he'd told many of the customers who came only for Seri that she was on leave. It was true in a way. He'd determined to not transform into her again if he could help it. It was difficult. He'd cut out from his life anything that might trigger arousal, and was going on nearly a month now as just himself. He employed meditation and deep breathing techniques, taking firm hold of his emotions and not letting his thoughts wander. He long thrown out his collection of eroge. Even before when he was transforming frequently he hadn't wanted them anymore. They'd been primarily a side dish for masturbation, something Satoshi couldn't do without becoming Seri and Seri hadn't found their contents particularly arousing.
    Because he hadn't masturbated as a man in so long he didn't find it that hard to give it up. He was getting older and his libido wasn't very strong these days anyway, if he didn't feed it. He'd only gotten so deep into those games in the first place out of boredom and then habit, he didn't need them. Yet now he lived in constant fear that the desire was still there hiding somewhere in his subconscious. He got on with his daily life, but there was that secret worry always eating at him.
    Then suddenly he was Seri again. She couldn't quite remember when the transformation had happened. She hadn't gotten aroused had she? She was wearing a thick diaper, not locked this time, but something about it was different. It was more... poofy. Frilly, perhaps? In addition to having a colorful pink design it seemed the edges had decorative ridges that overall added to the childish look of it. It seemed to be intentionally made to make her seem younger.  Oddly it didn't frighten her in the slightest. In fact she smiled dopily upon seeing it and gleefully began filling it with the pee she hadn't realized she'd been holding in.
    Satoshi bolted upright with a start. A pool of urine was collective under him, and with a shock he realized that his body had changed to that of Seri. His mind fuzzed, it had been so long that the female persona with him to a minutes to assert herself. When Seri did emerge fully, realizing what was still happening she hurriedly bounced out of the soaked sheets and started trying to do damage control on the state of her bed.
    About half an hour later she stood, half undressed, in the changing room watching the sheets tumble in the wash and contemplating her next move. The transformation had left her in Satoshi's clothes this time, like it had that first time all those weeks ago. She'd never bothered to get any clothes for herself, being spoiled by the magical nature of it all. Any female clothes left lying around also seemed to magically disappear whenever she turned back into Satoshi.
    So it was that Seri needed to open up the shop soon, had no appropriate clothing for the job, and felt no urge to pee that'd let her change back any time soon. Weighing her options she decided upon taking the day off from the café, and perhaps doing a shopping trip to get some clothes. Satoshi wouldn't like it, but Seri decided she'd rather have them anyway just in case and that he'd just have to deal with it. She only hoped that the clothes she bought wouldn't magically disappear if she was wearing them when she transformed back, perhaps she'd take them off when using the toilet just to be sure.
    She put on a T-shirt that fit well enough and some sweatpants that wouldn't be too embarrassing to leave the house in. She decided underwear would be the first priority, the boxer shorts she was wearing feeling strange. In a surreal moment she realized she knew exactly what sizes she'd need, as though she'd done this all before in memories that weren't really hers. She didn't even feel any of the embarrassment she knew she probably should at entering a section in the department store Satoshi would never dreamed have going.
    Clothes shopping in general felt surreal. Satoshi wouldn't have known the first thing about any of this but Seri navigated the experience with ease. It felt easy, mundane even. Like she was just going through the motions of another ordinary day, though in truth this was the first time she'd ever done this. She got so wrapped up in what she was doing, though, that she didn't notice a vaguely familiar form approaching until they called out to her.
    "Kaetori-ojousan? It is you isn't is. The young miss herself out and about in the wild," upon hearing the voice Seri groaned internally. Mitsuhide Akida, the customer who'd started coming regularly specifically to harass Seri and just about the last person she'd ever want to run into in public.
    "Mitsuhide-san" she continued in the most overly formal manner she could muster, "Good day to you."
    "So stiff," he said in a familiar tone. "Please, you may call me Akida if you wish. I'd hoped we could be less formal meeting outside your work." He paused as if considering, "Seri," he added, as if testing how much he could get away with.
    "I'm glad you're well, as it's been some time since I've been able to work at my uncle's shop. I'm afraid I have things to be about today and don't have time to chat."
    "Don't be like that," he said, trying to sound disarming. Seri did have to admit he was somewhat attractive, but the way he leered made her uncomfortable. "You've ignore my advances yet you don't explicitly turn me away. It's enough to make one wonder what game you're playing, or if you simply enjoy being chased but never caught." She in fact had explicitly turned him away, several times, if not very forcefully. She did wonder if something about her demeanor was encouraging him in some way, perhaps the way her face seemed to turn red, her eyes darting away avoiding that penetrating gaze of his. Yes, perhaps she could do more to discourage him.
    "Perhaps I'll be returning to work more often in the near future. I will see you then should you choose to visit, farewell." She bowed and without letting him get in another word stalked away.
     
    Emergency clothing purchased, male body returned, Satoshi sat on his newly washed bed coverings staring at the ceiling and wondering how he'd failed. He hadn't considered that a transformation could trigger in his sleep just as easily as when he was awake, but as he thought he realized that was how it had happened the first time. He wondered if he'd had it wrong all along and he'd never really understood how any of this worked. He could only go on the knowledge he had, but what if that wasn't enough. It could be that it didn't work at all like he thought and there was something else entirely controlling the transformations, but enough of his experience lined up with his conjectures that it seemed only this one oddity stood out.
    At least no more diapers had been part of it today, though that dream he had was what was keeping him from getting any rest at the moment. Would he continue to have dreams like that, and would they cause him to transform again? Was it even worth trying to prevent it anymore if that was the case? Eventually he drifted off, but it was a fitful sort of sleep, full of unanswered questions.
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    Satoshi centered himself. The café had become far more quiet lately as he'd told many of the customers who came only for Seri that she was on leave. It was true in a way. He'd determined to not transform into her again if he could help it. It was difficult. He'd cut out from his life anything that might trigger arousal, and was going on nearly a month now as just himself. He employed meditation and deep breathing techniques, taking firm hold of his emotions and not letting his thoughts wander. He long thrown out his collection of eroge. Even before when he was transforming frequently he hadn't wanted them anymore. They'd been primarily a side dish for masturbation, something Satoshi couldn't do without becoming Seri and Seri hadn't found their contents particularly arousing.
    Because he hadn't masturbated as a man in so long he didn't find it that hard to give it up. He was getting older and his libido wasn't very strong these days anyway, if he didn't feed it. He'd only gotten so deep into those games in the first place out of boredom and then habit, he didn't need them. Yet now he lived in constant fear that the desire was still there hiding somewhere in his subconscious. He got on with his daily life, but there was that secret worry always eating at him.
    Then suddenly he was Seri again. She couldn't quite remember when the transformation had happened. She hadn't gotten aroused had she? She was wearing a thick diaper, not locked this time, but something about it was different. It was more... poofy. Frilly, perhaps? In addition to having a colorful pink design it seemed the edges had decorative ridges that overall added to the childish look of it. It seemed to be intentionally made to make her seem younger.  Oddly it didn't frighten her in the slightest. In fact she smiled dopily upon seeing it and gleefully began filling it with the pee she hadn't realized she'd been holding in.
    Satoshi bolted upright with a start. A pool of urine was collective under him, and with a shock he realized that his body had changed to that of Seri. His mind fuzzed, it had been so long that the female persona with him to a minutes to assert herself. When Seri did emerge fully, realizing what was still happening she hurriedly bounced out of the soaked sheets and started trying to do damage control on the state of her bed.
    About half an hour later she stood, half undressed, in the changing room watching the sheets tumble in the wash and contemplating her next move. The transformation had left her in Satoshi's clothes this time, like it had that first time all those weeks ago. She'd never bothered to get any clothes for herself, being spoiled by the magical nature of it all. Any female clothes left lying around also seemed to magically disappear whenever she turned back into Satoshi.
    So it was that Seri needed to open up the shop soon, had no appropriate clothing for the job, and felt no urge to pee that'd let her change back any time soon. Weighing her options she decided upon taking the day off from the café, and perhaps doing a shopping trip to get some clothes. Satoshi wouldn't like it, but Seri decided she'd rather have them anyway just in case and that he'd just have to deal with it. She only hoped that the clothes she bought wouldn't magically disappear if she was wearing them when she transformed back, perhaps she'd take them off when using the toilet just to be sure.
    She put on a T-shirt that fit well enough and some sweatpants that wouldn't be too embarrassing to leave the house in. She decided underwear would be the first priority, the boxer shorts she was wearing feeling strange. In a surreal moment she realized she knew exactly what sizes she'd need, as though she'd done this all before in memories that weren't really hers. She didn't even feel any of the embarrassment she knew she probably should at entering a section in the department store Satoshi would never dreamed have going.
    Clothes shopping in general felt surreal. Satoshi wouldn't have known the first thing about any of this but Seri navigated the experience with ease. It felt easy, mundane even. Like she was just going through the motions of another ordinary day, though in truth this was the first time she'd ever done this. She got so wrapped up in what she was doing, though, that she didn't notice a vaguely familiar form approaching until they called out to her.
    "Kaetori-ojousan? It is you isn't is. The young miss herself out and about in the wild," upon hearing the voice Seri groaned internally. Mitsuhide Akida, the customer who'd started coming regularly specifically to harass Seri and just about the last person she'd ever want to run into in public.
    "Mitsuhide-san" she continued in the most overly formal manner she could muster, "Good day to you."
    "So stiff," he said in a familiar tone. "Please, you may call me Akida if you wish. I'd hoped we could be less formal meeting outside your work." He paused as if considering, "Seri," he added, as if testing how much he could get away with.
    "I'm glad you're well, as it's been some time since I've been able to work at my uncle's shop. I'm afraid I have things to be about today and don't have time to chat."
    "Don't be like that," he said, trying to sound disarming. Seri did have to admit he was somewhat attractive, but the way he leered made her uncomfortable. "You've ignore my advances yet you don't explicitly turn me away. It's enough to make one wonder what game you're playing, or if you simply enjoy being chased but never caught." She in fact had explicitly turned him away, several times, if not very forcefully. She did wonder if something about her demeanor was encouraging him in some way, perhaps the way her face seemed to turn red, her eyes darting away avoiding that penetrating gaze of his. Yes, perhaps she could do more to discourage him.
    "Perhaps I'll be returning to work more often in the near future. I will see you then should you choose to visit, farewell." She bowed and without letting him get in another word stalked away.
     
    Emergency clothing purchased, male body returned, Satoshi sat on his newly washed bed coverings staring at the ceiling and wondering how he'd failed. He hadn't considered that a transformation could trigger in his sleep just as easily as when he was awake, but as he thought he realized that was how it had happened the first time. He wondered if he'd had it wrong all along and he'd never really understood how any of this worked. He could only go on the knowledge he had, but what if that wasn't enough. It could be that it didn't work at all like he thought and there was something else entirely controlling the transformations, but enough of his experience lined up with his conjectures that it seemed only this one oddity stood out.
    At least no more diapers had been part of it today, though that dream he had was what was keeping him from getting any rest at the moment. Would he continue to have dreams like that, and would they cause him to transform again? Was it even worth trying to prevent it anymore if that was the case? Eventually he drifted off, but it was a fitful sort of sleep, full of unanswered questions.
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    Satoshi centered himself. The café had become far more quiet lately as he'd told many of the customers who came only for Seri that she was on leave. It was true in a way. He'd determined to not transform into her again if he could help it. It was difficult. He'd cut out from his life anything that might trigger arousal, and was going on nearly a month now as just himself. He employed meditation and deep breathing techniques, taking firm hold of his emotions and not letting his thoughts wander. He long thrown out his collection of eroge. Even before when he was transforming frequently he hadn't wanted them anymore. They'd been primarily a side dish for masturbation, something Satoshi couldn't do without becoming Seri and Seri hadn't found their contents particularly arousing.
    Because he hadn't masturbated as a man in so long he didn't find it that hard to give it up. He was getting older and his libido wasn't very strong these days anyway, if he didn't feed it. He'd only gotten so deep into those games in the first place out of boredom and then habit, he didn't need them. Yet now he lived in constant fear that the desire was still there hiding somewhere in his subconscious. He got on with his daily life, but there was that secret worry always eating at him.
    Then suddenly he was Seri again. She couldn't quite remember when the transformation had happened. She hadn't gotten aroused had she? She was wearing a thick diaper, not locked this time, but something about it was different. It was more... poofy. Frilly, perhaps? In addition to having a colorful pink design it seemed the edges had decorative ridges that overall added to the childish look of it. It seemed to be intentionally made to make her seem younger.  Oddly it didn't frighten her in the slightest. In fact she smiled dopily upon seeing it and gleefully began filling it with the pee she hadn't realized she'd been holding in.
    Satoshi bolted upright with a start. A pool of urine was collective under him, and with a shock he realized that his body had changed to that of Seri. His mind fuzzed, it had been so long that the female persona with him to a minutes to assert herself. When Seri did emerge fully, realizing what was still happening she hurriedly bounced out of the soaked sheets and started trying to do damage control on the state of her bed.
    About half an hour later she stood, half undressed, in the changing room watching the sheets tumble in the wash and contemplating her next move. The transformation had left her in Satoshi's clothes this time, like it had that first time all those weeks ago. She'd never bothered to get any clothes for herself, being spoiled by the magical nature of it all. Any female clothes left lying around also seemed to magically disappear whenever she turned back into Satoshi.
    So it was that Seri needed to open up the shop soon, had no appropriate clothing for the job, and felt no urge to pee that'd let her change back any time soon. Weighing her options she decided upon taking the day off from the café, and perhaps doing a shopping trip to get some clothes. Satoshi wouldn't like it, but Seri decided she'd rather have them anyway just in case and that he'd just have to deal with it. She only hoped that the clothes she bought wouldn't magically disappear if she was wearing them when she transformed back, perhaps she'd take them off when using the toilet just to be sure.
    She put on a T-shirt that fit well enough and some sweatpants that wouldn't be too embarrassing to leave the house in. She decided underwear would be the first priority, the boxer shorts she was wearing feeling strange. In a surreal moment she realized she knew exactly what sizes she'd need, as though she'd done this all before in memories that weren't really hers. She didn't even feel any of the embarrassment she knew she probably should at entering a section in the department store Satoshi would never dreamed have going.
    Clothes shopping in general felt surreal. Satoshi wouldn't have known the first thing about any of this but Seri navigated the experience with ease. It felt easy, mundane even. Like she was just going through the motions of another ordinary day, though in truth this was the first time she'd ever done this. She got so wrapped up in what she was doing, though, that she didn't notice a vaguely familiar form approaching until they called out to her.
    "Kaetori-ojousan? It is you isn't is. The young miss herself out and about in the wild," upon hearing the voice Seri groaned internally. Mitsuhide Akida, the customer who'd started coming regularly specifically to harass Seri and just about the last person she'd ever want to run into in public.
    "Mitsuhide-san" she continued in the most overly formal manner she could muster, "Good day to you."
    "So stiff," he said in a familiar tone. "Please, you may call me Akida if you wish. I'd hoped we could be less formal meeting outside your work." He paused as if considering, "Seri," he added, as if testing how much he could get away with.
    "I'm glad you're well, as it's been some time since I've been able to work at my uncle's shop. I'm afraid I have things to be about today and don't have time to chat."
    "Don't be like that," he said, trying to sound disarming. Seri did have to admit he was somewhat attractive, but the way he leered made her uncomfortable. "You've ignore my advances yet you don't explicitly turn me away. It's enough to make one wonder what game you're playing, or if you simply enjoy being chased but never caught." She in fact had explicitly turned him away, several times, if not very forcefully. She did wonder if something about her demeanor was encouraging him in some way, perhaps the way her face seemed to turn red, her eyes darting away avoiding that penetrating gaze of his. Yes, perhaps she could do more to discourage him.
    "Perhaps I'll be returning to work more often in the near future. I will see you then should you choose to visit, farewell." She bowed and without letting him get in another word stalked away.
     
    Emergency clothing purchased, male body returned, Satoshi sat on his newly washed bed coverings staring at the ceiling and wondering how he'd failed. He hadn't considered that a transformation could trigger in his sleep just as easily as when he was awake, but as he thought he realized that was how it had happened the first time. He wondered if he'd had it wrong all along and he'd never really understood how any of this worked. He could only go on the knowledge he had, but what if that wasn't enough. It could be that it didn't work at all like he thought and there was something else entirely controlling the transformations, but enough of his experience lined up with his conjectures that it seemed only this one oddity stood out.
    At least no more diapers had been part of it today, though that dream he had was what was keeping him from getting any rest at the moment. Would he continue to have dreams like that, and would they cause him to transform again? Was it even worth trying to prevent it anymore if that was the case? Eventually he drifted off, but it was a fitful sort of sleep, full of unanswered questions.
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    A story idea I've been sitting on for a while, this is my attempt to write something in the style of a Japanese light novel, complete with overly long and descriptive title.
    Middle-aged Japanese man and closet otaku Kaetori Satoshi lives alone on the upper level of the café that he runs. Despite his gentlemanly outward appearance, years of playing increasingly degenerate eroge have corrupted his mind with many hidden desires.  One day while wishing he could live out some of his darkest fantasies a mischievous goddess decides to grant his wish, transforming his body and sending him in a spiral down to the depths of depravity. Join him on this adventure that will include gradual loss of bladder control, physical and mental age regression, gender bending and diapers.
    Chapter 1
    Satoshi opened his eyes. Immediately he knew something was different. He felt- off, somehow. There was an unnatural weight on his chest, for one thing. He shifted his position in bed, feeling more and more a building sense of unease. Suddenly his heart started pounding very quickly. There was a small mirror on the drawer by his bedside. In it he saw something his brain was having trouble fully processing. It was definitely himself he was staring at, the position of the reflection and the fact that its movements matched his own as he shifted around made that undeniable. But that wasn't his face. That wasn't his hair. And it certainly wasn't his body.
    In place of his usual self sat what appeared to be some foreign girl in her late teens. Bright blue eyes, long blonde hair down around her shoulders, and an enormous bust that all make her look like some overseas supermodel. Slowly he reached up to touch his own face, confirming what was becoming increasingly obvious. Somehow, he had transformed into a woman. Satoshi let out a scream, only to be shocked again by the sound of his own voice.
    He bolted upright, immediately feeling off-balance and looking down to see two massive mounds of jiggly flesh stretching out the undershirt he'd slept in. Seeing that cleavage gave him a mixed spike of alarm and arousal, the latter emotion threatening to overcome his reason as he hesitated with hands hovering just over said flesh. Was it really alright to touch them? Instead he climbed out of bed and over to the full length mirror to get a proper look. The girl staring back was so unmistakably not Satoshi it made him a bit dizzy wondering if he'd gone mad. Finally, still hesitating a bit, he reached out to those two large mounds and squeezed, as if testing to see they were even real. He let out an unexpected yelp in an embarrassingly girly way at the jolt that came when he squeezed. It was exactly pleasure, but it was a delicate feeling, like when he squeezed his own-
    Oh right, he had to check. Had to make sure. He felt down below to that space between his legs for what should have been there.
    It was gone.
    Reaching further back he could feel... something... through his sleepwear. A place where the skin felt uneven, and seemed to pull inward toward... Rubbing that definitely felt delicate, and he could no longer deny what had happened. He had turned into a girl somehow, and by the look of it one in her teens. Though she was full through the chest there was an unmistakable youthfulness to that face, and something strangely familiar as well. He could almost swear-
    He realized this girl he was looking at looked remarkably like the one from his eroge, a real life version of her, anyway. It would have been hard to tell if she had had some crazy hair color or other impossible traits, but she was and ideal beauty with that long black hair and stunning pale face with above average bust. Somehow he knew it was the same girl, despite being brought out of the 2d world. How was this possible? It was like the stories of being sent to another world to live out some videogame fantasy, only this was obviously still his apartment above the café and this wasn't really the sort of fantasy he had wanted to live out.
    Working the café had seemed like the perfect job, so many manga and visual novels made it seem that way. You got to meet interesting people, had plenty of time to read and do other things you like and might even find romance in such an environment. In reality the stress of single-handedly operating a small business in a part of town already oversaturated by various bakeries, diners and and coffee shops, constantly facing near bankruptcy and contemplating where in life you'd gone so wrong had led Satoshi to give up on much of his idyllic fantasies long ago, and driven him more and more to seek the world of the 2d to escape. To fill the hole in his life where a wife might have gone he played endless visual novels promising harems of women willing to throw themselves at the protagonist. These games were innocent at first but occasionally had some nudity anyway to spice things up. One thing led to another and soon he went looking for spicier and spicier content to fill that void.
    So it was that most recently, he'd picked up a game called "Sexual Choukyou: Incontinent Slaves" about training a group of slave girls into peeing themselves in various ways. The girl he'd gravitated toward, the one who stood before him now, was the typical oujo-sama type rich girl with a haughty attitude whose indominable will had been most entertaining to see crumble under the weight of repeated tortures. If he had wanted to live out that fantasy he absolutely wouldn't want to do it from the girl's perspective. Realizing something, he felt a new sense of alarm. There was a familiar yet somehow alien pressure in his lower abdomen. Usually first thing in the morning he would have to pee, and it seemed that changing bodies had not changed that biological phenomenon. Thinking about what this girl had suffered in the game in relation to his growing need to use the bathroom made him shiver.
    Making a decision, Satoshi bolted into the bathroom connected to his bedroom. He had the presence of mind to actually sit down on the toilet after pulling his pants down, rather than foolishly attempt peeing standing. He didn't really want to think about it, and he often peed sitting down in the morning anyway as he was getting older and standing there for too long after just waking up made his joints ache. He wasn't sure if he'd need to push or anything, or how it was supposed to go but relaxing seemed to all he needed to do as soon the sound of trickling water echoed up from beneath him. He let out a long sigh and was shocked to hear the sound that came with it. Wasn't that his usual voice?
    Looking down his shirt had deflated and he could feel just under the seat the pee was no longer leaking from somewhere deep under him but out from the usual place. His penis was back! He nearly jumped up feeling so relieved and wondering if he'd been hallucinating all along. Had it just been the remnants of a dream? But no, unless he was still dreaming now he was fairly certain he'd been awake. There was no point second guessing his own mind, even if he was going crazy, he decided to believe that what had just happened was real. It was also, however, apparently over. For now, anyway.
     
     
     
    I really want to write more for this story, I've got plenty of ideas for where this can go. But I like to temper expectations so just because I've appeared here on omo.org twice in as many days doesn't mean I might not still disappear without a trace only to resurface a year later with new ideas. Let me know your thoughts and any directions you'd like to see this story take, though. I love feedback.
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    Seri sat naked and miserable on the bathroom tiles waiting to feel the need to pee again and contemplating how horribly the day had gone. It had started when in the middle of a lunch rush of all things, Satoshi had stupidly gotten himself aroused and Seri had to take over. That was when the diaper had appeared.
    After the initial shock and confusion she had simply tried to put it out of her mind and continue serving the influx of customers. She spotted Mitsuhide, a young man who attended the local university who had only started coming recently as part of the group of new regulars there to fawn over Seri specifically. He was always visibly disappointed when it was Satoshi working, but upon Seri coming in from the back room his mood instantly improved.
    "Ah, I was wondering if I'd get to see you today, young miss," he said in a haughty tone. "Your beauty is one of the few pleasures I look forward to each time I visit." His overly dignified way of speaking made it seem like he was trying way to hard to seem refined, perhaps in a vain attempt to offset his overt flirtations. Seri once found him completely detestable, but found herself smiling now anyway. He had an affable way about him that made even his obnoxiousness somehow endearing.
    "The usual I take it," Seri asked, welcoming work as a distraction for what hid under her skirt.
    "I would enjoy a side order of your company, perhaps I'd even forego ordering at all if I could convince you to simply close the shop for today and come away with me."
    "Alright, then you get nothing. I'm busy, as you can see, so maybe I'll come back when you are ready to order." Seri bustled away to fill other orders and clear away a few tables. He tried to get in some comment but she ignored him.
    She busied herself, losing herself in the familiar patterns of working. By the time the last customer was leaving she could no longer deny her urge to pee. She had never held onto her bladder so long in this body, always somewhat eager to change back and not risk running afoul of the content of her character's story in the game. It seemed whatever magic had brought on the transformations was now determined to see it happen anyway.
    She probably should have tried to do something the moment the urge to pee had come, but she had never found a way to excuse herself and was trying so desperately to avoid thinking about it. Now it felt like there was a dam fit to burst. Seri pushed her legs together heading up the stairs to her rooms and trying to come up with some way out. She thought of her earlier idea of perhaps ripping apart the entire diaper and pulling it out of the locking belt piece by piece, or even trying some scissors or something on the belt itself. If her mind had been a little less panicked she may have just used a knife from the kitchen but she headed to the bedroom for those scissors regardless.
    Her steps were slow in coming, as she was now entirely hunched over trying to hold it in. Would it really be so bad to just let it leak out a little? Satoshi would have gone about this far more pragmatically, wouldn't he? Seri just kept on inching her way. Where were those scissors? Did it matter? She was going to leak any second, she could tell. The dam was breaking. It was going to come out. Couldn't she stop it?
    A faint sound began. A low hiss, alien yet somehow familiar. Tears streaked down Seri's face as she finally let it sink in that she had failed completely to hold it in. She had no practice using those muscles, the pressure was a completely unfamiliar one to her, so she just gave in. It surprised her how warm it was as it pooled around her crotch. Luckily the material easily absorbed it faster than it came out, even after she gave it and let it flow freely, so there was no leaking. It was such an odd sensation. Liberating, in a way. That scared her.
    Seri thought that perhaps Satoshi would have come out as a result of her peeing but he did not appear. This confirmed that it had to be a toilet, or the changes would not revert. Knowing that, she made the decision to drink a bit more water and set about trying to remove the locked diaper, however forceful she needed to be. So it was that after finally getting it off she flopped down naked on those bathroom tiles to wait. Blessedly when the need to pee came again she was quick to get up, and the changes were immediate. Satoshi let out a sigh of relief, and clenched his jaw determined to be more chaste going forward. He'd have to not let his thoughts get away from himself so easily, suppress his desires and not transform again. For if he did, he couldn't be sure what new horrors the changes would bring the next time.
     
     
     
    I'm liking doing these in much shorter chunks than what I've done in the past writing other stories. make it a lot easier to squeeze them out, you know. more to come
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    zimw00t got a reaction from Azazbel in My New Incontinent Life Began the Day I Transformed Into The Main Heroine of My Favorite Eroge   
    Seri sat naked and miserable on the bathroom tiles waiting to feel the need to pee again and contemplating how horribly the day had gone. It had started when in the middle of a lunch rush of all things, Satoshi had stupidly gotten himself aroused and Seri had to take over. That was when the diaper had appeared.
    After the initial shock and confusion she had simply tried to put it out of her mind and continue serving the influx of customers. She spotted Mitsuhide, a young man who attended the local university who had only started coming recently as part of the group of new regulars there to fawn over Seri specifically. He was always visibly disappointed when it was Satoshi working, but upon Seri coming in from the back room his mood instantly improved.
    "Ah, I was wondering if I'd get to see you today, young miss," he said in a haughty tone. "Your beauty is one of the few pleasures I look forward to each time I visit." His overly dignified way of speaking made it seem like he was trying way to hard to seem refined, perhaps in a vain attempt to offset his overt flirtations. Seri once found him completely detestable, but found herself smiling now anyway. He had an affable way about him that made even his obnoxiousness somehow endearing.
    "The usual I take it," Seri asked, welcoming work as a distraction for what hid under her skirt.
    "I would enjoy a side order of your company, perhaps I'd even forego ordering at all if I could convince you to simply close the shop for today and come away with me."
    "Alright, then you get nothing. I'm busy, as you can see, so maybe I'll come back when you are ready to order." Seri bustled away to fill other orders and clear away a few tables. He tried to get in some comment but she ignored him.
    She busied herself, losing herself in the familiar patterns of working. By the time the last customer was leaving she could no longer deny her urge to pee. She had never held onto her bladder so long in this body, always somewhat eager to change back and not risk running afoul of the content of her character's story in the game. It seemed whatever magic had brought on the transformations was now determined to see it happen anyway.
    She probably should have tried to do something the moment the urge to pee had come, but she had never found a way to excuse herself and was trying so desperately to avoid thinking about it. Now it felt like there was a dam fit to burst. Seri pushed her legs together heading up the stairs to her rooms and trying to come up with some way out. She thought of her earlier idea of perhaps ripping apart the entire diaper and pulling it out of the locking belt piece by piece, or even trying some scissors or something on the belt itself. If her mind had been a little less panicked she may have just used a knife from the kitchen but she headed to the bedroom for those scissors regardless.
    Her steps were slow in coming, as she was now entirely hunched over trying to hold it in. Would it really be so bad to just let it leak out a little? Satoshi would have gone about this far more pragmatically, wouldn't he? Seri just kept on inching her way. Where were those scissors? Did it matter? She was going to leak any second, she could tell. The dam was breaking. It was going to come out. Couldn't she stop it?
    A faint sound began. A low hiss, alien yet somehow familiar. Tears streaked down Seri's face as she finally let it sink in that she had failed completely to hold it in. She had no practice using those muscles, the pressure was a completely unfamiliar one to her, so she just gave in. It surprised her how warm it was as it pooled around her crotch. Luckily the material easily absorbed it faster than it came out, even after she gave it and let it flow freely, so there was no leaking. It was such an odd sensation. Liberating, in a way. That scared her.
    Seri thought that perhaps Satoshi would have come out as a result of her peeing but he did not appear. This confirmed that it had to be a toilet, or the changes would not revert. Knowing that, she made the decision to drink a bit more water and set about trying to remove the locked diaper, however forceful she needed to be. So it was that after finally getting it off she flopped down naked on those bathroom tiles to wait. Blessedly when the need to pee came again she was quick to get up, and the changes were immediate. Satoshi let out a sigh of relief, and clenched his jaw determined to be more chaste going forward. He'd have to not let his thoughts get away from himself so easily, suppress his desires and not transform again. For if he did, he couldn't be sure what new horrors the changes would bring the next time.
     
     
     
    I'm liking doing these in much shorter chunks than what I've done in the past writing other stories. make it a lot easier to squeeze them out, you know. more to come
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    zimw00t got a reaction from Xeri The Crow in My New Incontinent Life Began the Day I Transformed Into The Main Heroine of My Favorite Eroge   
    Seri sat naked and miserable on the bathroom tiles waiting to feel the need to pee again and contemplating how horribly the day had gone. It had started when in the middle of a lunch rush of all things, Satoshi had stupidly gotten himself aroused and Seri had to take over. That was when the diaper had appeared.
    After the initial shock and confusion she had simply tried to put it out of her mind and continue serving the influx of customers. She spotted Mitsuhide, a young man who attended the local university who had only started coming recently as part of the group of new regulars there to fawn over Seri specifically. He was always visibly disappointed when it was Satoshi working, but upon Seri coming in from the back room his mood instantly improved.
    "Ah, I was wondering if I'd get to see you today, young miss," he said in a haughty tone. "Your beauty is one of the few pleasures I look forward to each time I visit." His overly dignified way of speaking made it seem like he was trying way to hard to seem refined, perhaps in a vain attempt to offset his overt flirtations. Seri once found him completely detestable, but found herself smiling now anyway. He had an affable way about him that made even his obnoxiousness somehow endearing.
    "The usual I take it," Seri asked, welcoming work as a distraction for what hid under her skirt.
    "I would enjoy a side order of your company, perhaps I'd even forego ordering at all if I could convince you to simply close the shop for today and come away with me."
    "Alright, then you get nothing. I'm busy, as you can see, so maybe I'll come back when you are ready to order." Seri bustled away to fill other orders and clear away a few tables. He tried to get in some comment but she ignored him.
    She busied herself, losing herself in the familiar patterns of working. By the time the last customer was leaving she could no longer deny her urge to pee. She had never held onto her bladder so long in this body, always somewhat eager to change back and not risk running afoul of the content of her character's story in the game. It seemed whatever magic had brought on the transformations was now determined to see it happen anyway.
    She probably should have tried to do something the moment the urge to pee had come, but she had never found a way to excuse herself and was trying so desperately to avoid thinking about it. Now it felt like there was a dam fit to burst. Seri pushed her legs together heading up the stairs to her rooms and trying to come up with some way out. She thought of her earlier idea of perhaps ripping apart the entire diaper and pulling it out of the locking belt piece by piece, or even trying some scissors or something on the belt itself. If her mind had been a little less panicked she may have just used a knife from the kitchen but she headed to the bedroom for those scissors regardless.
    Her steps were slow in coming, as she was now entirely hunched over trying to hold it in. Would it really be so bad to just let it leak out a little? Satoshi would have gone about this far more pragmatically, wouldn't he? Seri just kept on inching her way. Where were those scissors? Did it matter? She was going to leak any second, she could tell. The dam was breaking. It was going to come out. Couldn't she stop it?
    A faint sound began. A low hiss, alien yet somehow familiar. Tears streaked down Seri's face as she finally let it sink in that she had failed completely to hold it in. She had no practice using those muscles, the pressure was a completely unfamiliar one to her, so she just gave in. It surprised her how warm it was as it pooled around her crotch. Luckily the material easily absorbed it faster than it came out, even after she gave it and let it flow freely, so there was no leaking. It was such an odd sensation. Liberating, in a way. That scared her.
    Seri thought that perhaps Satoshi would have come out as a result of her peeing but he did not appear. This confirmed that it had to be a toilet, or the changes would not revert. Knowing that, she made the decision to drink a bit more water and set about trying to remove the locked diaper, however forceful she needed to be. So it was that after finally getting it off she flopped down naked on those bathroom tiles to wait. Blessedly when the need to pee came again she was quick to get up, and the changes were immediate. Satoshi let out a sigh of relief, and clenched his jaw determined to be more chaste going forward. He'd have to not let his thoughts get away from himself so easily, suppress his desires and not transform again. For if he did, he couldn't be sure what new horrors the changes would bring the next time.
     
     
     
    I'm liking doing these in much shorter chunks than what I've done in the past writing other stories. make it a lot easier to squeeze them out, you know. more to come
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    zimw00t got a reaction from Asuna.bed.wet. in My New Incontinent Life Began the Day I Transformed Into The Main Heroine of My Favorite Eroge   
    Seri sat naked and miserable on the bathroom tiles waiting to feel the need to pee again and contemplating how horribly the day had gone. It had started when in the middle of a lunch rush of all things, Satoshi had stupidly gotten himself aroused and Seri had to take over. That was when the diaper had appeared.
    After the initial shock and confusion she had simply tried to put it out of her mind and continue serving the influx of customers. She spotted Mitsuhide, a young man who attended the local university who had only started coming recently as part of the group of new regulars there to fawn over Seri specifically. He was always visibly disappointed when it was Satoshi working, but upon Seri coming in from the back room his mood instantly improved.
    "Ah, I was wondering if I'd get to see you today, young miss," he said in a haughty tone. "Your beauty is one of the few pleasures I look forward to each time I visit." His overly dignified way of speaking made it seem like he was trying way to hard to seem refined, perhaps in a vain attempt to offset his overt flirtations. Seri once found him completely detestable, but found herself smiling now anyway. He had an affable way about him that made even his obnoxiousness somehow endearing.
    "The usual I take it," Seri asked, welcoming work as a distraction for what hid under her skirt.
    "I would enjoy a side order of your company, perhaps I'd even forego ordering at all if I could convince you to simply close the shop for today and come away with me."
    "Alright, then you get nothing. I'm busy, as you can see, so maybe I'll come back when you are ready to order." Seri bustled away to fill other orders and clear away a few tables. He tried to get in some comment but she ignored him.
    She busied herself, losing herself in the familiar patterns of working. By the time the last customer was leaving she could no longer deny her urge to pee. She had never held onto her bladder so long in this body, always somewhat eager to change back and not risk running afoul of the content of her character's story in the game. It seemed whatever magic had brought on the transformations was now determined to see it happen anyway.
    She probably should have tried to do something the moment the urge to pee had come, but she had never found a way to excuse herself and was trying so desperately to avoid thinking about it. Now it felt like there was a dam fit to burst. Seri pushed her legs together heading up the stairs to her rooms and trying to come up with some way out. She thought of her earlier idea of perhaps ripping apart the entire diaper and pulling it out of the locking belt piece by piece, or even trying some scissors or something on the belt itself. If her mind had been a little less panicked she may have just used a knife from the kitchen but she headed to the bedroom for those scissors regardless.
    Her steps were slow in coming, as she was now entirely hunched over trying to hold it in. Would it really be so bad to just let it leak out a little? Satoshi would have gone about this far more pragmatically, wouldn't he? Seri just kept on inching her way. Where were those scissors? Did it matter? She was going to leak any second, she could tell. The dam was breaking. It was going to come out. Couldn't she stop it?
    A faint sound began. A low hiss, alien yet somehow familiar. Tears streaked down Seri's face as she finally let it sink in that she had failed completely to hold it in. She had no practice using those muscles, the pressure was a completely unfamiliar one to her, so she just gave in. It surprised her how warm it was as it pooled around her crotch. Luckily the material easily absorbed it faster than it came out, even after she gave it and let it flow freely, so there was no leaking. It was such an odd sensation. Liberating, in a way. That scared her.
    Seri thought that perhaps Satoshi would have come out as a result of her peeing but he did not appear. This confirmed that it had to be a toilet, or the changes would not revert. Knowing that, she made the decision to drink a bit more water and set about trying to remove the locked diaper, however forceful she needed to be. So it was that after finally getting it off she flopped down naked on those bathroom tiles to wait. Blessedly when the need to pee came again she was quick to get up, and the changes were immediate. Satoshi let out a sigh of relief, and clenched his jaw determined to be more chaste going forward. He'd have to not let his thoughts get away from himself so easily, suppress his desires and not transform again. For if he did, he couldn't be sure what new horrors the changes would bring the next time.
     
     
     
    I'm liking doing these in much shorter chunks than what I've done in the past writing other stories. make it a lot easier to squeeze them out, you know. more to come
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    zimw00t got a reaction from YuriChaosLord in My New Incontinent Life Began the Day I Transformed Into The Main Heroine of My Favorite Eroge   
    Seri sat naked and miserable on the bathroom tiles waiting to feel the need to pee again and contemplating how horribly the day had gone. It had started when in the middle of a lunch rush of all things, Satoshi had stupidly gotten himself aroused and Seri had to take over. That was when the diaper had appeared.
    After the initial shock and confusion she had simply tried to put it out of her mind and continue serving the influx of customers. She spotted Mitsuhide, a young man who attended the local university who had only started coming recently as part of the group of new regulars there to fawn over Seri specifically. He was always visibly disappointed when it was Satoshi working, but upon Seri coming in from the back room his mood instantly improved.
    "Ah, I was wondering if I'd get to see you today, young miss," he said in a haughty tone. "Your beauty is one of the few pleasures I look forward to each time I visit." His overly dignified way of speaking made it seem like he was trying way to hard to seem refined, perhaps in a vain attempt to offset his overt flirtations. Seri once found him completely detestable, but found herself smiling now anyway. He had an affable way about him that made even his obnoxiousness somehow endearing.
    "The usual I take it," Seri asked, welcoming work as a distraction for what hid under her skirt.
    "I would enjoy a side order of your company, perhaps I'd even forego ordering at all if I could convince you to simply close the shop for today and come away with me."
    "Alright, then you get nothing. I'm busy, as you can see, so maybe I'll come back when you are ready to order." Seri bustled away to fill other orders and clear away a few tables. He tried to get in some comment but she ignored him.
    She busied herself, losing herself in the familiar patterns of working. By the time the last customer was leaving she could no longer deny her urge to pee. She had never held onto her bladder so long in this body, always somewhat eager to change back and not risk running afoul of the content of her character's story in the game. It seemed whatever magic had brought on the transformations was now determined to see it happen anyway.
    She probably should have tried to do something the moment the urge to pee had come, but she had never found a way to excuse herself and was trying so desperately to avoid thinking about it. Now it felt like there was a dam fit to burst. Seri pushed her legs together heading up the stairs to her rooms and trying to come up with some way out. She thought of her earlier idea of perhaps ripping apart the entire diaper and pulling it out of the locking belt piece by piece, or even trying some scissors or something on the belt itself. If her mind had been a little less panicked she may have just used a knife from the kitchen but she headed to the bedroom for those scissors regardless.
    Her steps were slow in coming, as she was now entirely hunched over trying to hold it in. Would it really be so bad to just let it leak out a little? Satoshi would have gone about this far more pragmatically, wouldn't he? Seri just kept on inching her way. Where were those scissors? Did it matter? She was going to leak any second, she could tell. The dam was breaking. It was going to come out. Couldn't she stop it?
    A faint sound began. A low hiss, alien yet somehow familiar. Tears streaked down Seri's face as she finally let it sink in that she had failed completely to hold it in. She had no practice using those muscles, the pressure was a completely unfamiliar one to her, so she just gave in. It surprised her how warm it was as it pooled around her crotch. Luckily the material easily absorbed it faster than it came out, even after she gave it and let it flow freely, so there was no leaking. It was such an odd sensation. Liberating, in a way. That scared her.
    Seri thought that perhaps Satoshi would have come out as a result of her peeing but he did not appear. This confirmed that it had to be a toilet, or the changes would not revert. Knowing that, she made the decision to drink a bit more water and set about trying to remove the locked diaper, however forceful she needed to be. So it was that after finally getting it off she flopped down naked on those bathroom tiles to wait. Blessedly when the need to pee came again she was quick to get up, and the changes were immediate. Satoshi let out a sigh of relief, and clenched his jaw determined to be more chaste going forward. He'd have to not let his thoughts get away from himself so easily, suppress his desires and not transform again. For if he did, he couldn't be sure what new horrors the changes would bring the next time.
     
     
     
    I'm liking doing these in much shorter chunks than what I've done in the past writing other stories. make it a lot easier to squeeze them out, you know. more to come
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    zimw00t got a reaction from Lyrik in My New Incontinent Life Began the Day I Transformed Into The Main Heroine of My Favorite Eroge   
    Seri sat naked and miserable on the bathroom tiles waiting to feel the need to pee again and contemplating how horribly the day had gone. It had started when in the middle of a lunch rush of all things, Satoshi had stupidly gotten himself aroused and Seri had to take over. That was when the diaper had appeared.
    After the initial shock and confusion she had simply tried to put it out of her mind and continue serving the influx of customers. She spotted Mitsuhide, a young man who attended the local university who had only started coming recently as part of the group of new regulars there to fawn over Seri specifically. He was always visibly disappointed when it was Satoshi working, but upon Seri coming in from the back room his mood instantly improved.
    "Ah, I was wondering if I'd get to see you today, young miss," he said in a haughty tone. "Your beauty is one of the few pleasures I look forward to each time I visit." His overly dignified way of speaking made it seem like he was trying way to hard to seem refined, perhaps in a vain attempt to offset his overt flirtations. Seri once found him completely detestable, but found herself smiling now anyway. He had an affable way about him that made even his obnoxiousness somehow endearing.
    "The usual I take it," Seri asked, welcoming work as a distraction for what hid under her skirt.
    "I would enjoy a side order of your company, perhaps I'd even forego ordering at all if I could convince you to simply close the shop for today and come away with me."
    "Alright, then you get nothing. I'm busy, as you can see, so maybe I'll come back when you are ready to order." Seri bustled away to fill other orders and clear away a few tables. He tried to get in some comment but she ignored him.
    She busied herself, losing herself in the familiar patterns of working. By the time the last customer was leaving she could no longer deny her urge to pee. She had never held onto her bladder so long in this body, always somewhat eager to change back and not risk running afoul of the content of her character's story in the game. It seemed whatever magic had brought on the transformations was now determined to see it happen anyway.
    She probably should have tried to do something the moment the urge to pee had come, but she had never found a way to excuse herself and was trying so desperately to avoid thinking about it. Now it felt like there was a dam fit to burst. Seri pushed her legs together heading up the stairs to her rooms and trying to come up with some way out. She thought of her earlier idea of perhaps ripping apart the entire diaper and pulling it out of the locking belt piece by piece, or even trying some scissors or something on the belt itself. If her mind had been a little less panicked she may have just used a knife from the kitchen but she headed to the bedroom for those scissors regardless.
    Her steps were slow in coming, as she was now entirely hunched over trying to hold it in. Would it really be so bad to just let it leak out a little? Satoshi would have gone about this far more pragmatically, wouldn't he? Seri just kept on inching her way. Where were those scissors? Did it matter? She was going to leak any second, she could tell. The dam was breaking. It was going to come out. Couldn't she stop it?
    A faint sound began. A low hiss, alien yet somehow familiar. Tears streaked down Seri's face as she finally let it sink in that she had failed completely to hold it in. She had no practice using those muscles, the pressure was a completely unfamiliar one to her, so she just gave in. It surprised her how warm it was as it pooled around her crotch. Luckily the material easily absorbed it faster than it came out, even after she gave it and let it flow freely, so there was no leaking. It was such an odd sensation. Liberating, in a way. That scared her.
    Seri thought that perhaps Satoshi would have come out as a result of her peeing but he did not appear. This confirmed that it had to be a toilet, or the changes would not revert. Knowing that, she made the decision to drink a bit more water and set about trying to remove the locked diaper, however forceful she needed to be. So it was that after finally getting it off she flopped down naked on those bathroom tiles to wait. Blessedly when the need to pee came again she was quick to get up, and the changes were immediate. Satoshi let out a sigh of relief, and clenched his jaw determined to be more chaste going forward. He'd have to not let his thoughts get away from himself so easily, suppress his desires and not transform again. For if he did, he couldn't be sure what new horrors the changes would bring the next time.
     
     
     
    I'm liking doing these in much shorter chunks than what I've done in the past writing other stories. make it a lot easier to squeeze them out, you know. more to come
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    zimw00t got a reaction from YuriChaosLord in My New Incontinent Life Began the Day I Transformed Into The Main Heroine of My Favorite Eroge   
    Bitch Nee-chan ga Seijun na Hazu ga nai! Here I uploaded a gallery of the relevant scenes for anyone interested.
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    zimw00t got a reaction from brucejedi in My New Incontinent Life Began the Day I Transformed Into The Main Heroine of My Favorite Eroge   
    Fun Fact: The title of the eroge he mentioned was something generic sounding I made up, but Kamigou Seri is a real character from a real eroge that actually does feature urination and at least one diaper scene. Her features are mostly accurate though the personality and backstory for this version of her are made up, as I didn't want it to be an exact copy. If you wanted to check out the game it's not available in English, so go full weeb and learn Japanese or machine translate it like a true American, or just look of the H gallery on "sadpanda" or something if all you care about is the pictures anyway. Anyway, back to the stroy. short snippet cause I'm lazy right now
     
    In the weeks that followed, Satoshi/Seri was starting to nail down just how the transformations worked. The trigger, so far as he could tell, was his own arousal. If ever he let his thoughts drift and become too horny, Seri would come out. Then in turn it would be until she used the bathroom before he could return. One day while in the process of changing back he wondered idly if it had to be the toilet, or if having an accident like the Seri from the game would trigger the change back as well. If so it'd be hard for events to play out like the game, yet each time the need to pee arrived she felt a spike of alarm.
    The transformation also brought a more feminine mindset with it each time. Seri was feeling more and more maidenly, as thought while her, she had always been a her. Yet increasingly Satoshi fought against that way of thinking, compartmentalizing the mindsets almost to the point that he was becoming two separate people living in the same body, occasionally swapping places. There were a few manga with that plotline as well. He tried not to wonder if the Seri personality had always been there, and he was only just now noticing it or something. That was crazy, considering he'd only just played the game she was from, right?
    Seri was growing less timid around customers, and they were growing accustomed to seeing her there. Not that she had been timid to begin with, exactly, more just she had been nervous they'd somehow see through the ruse and interrogate Satoshi about how he was swapping back and forth between middle-aged man and teenage girl. Nobody seemed to find it odd that they were never in the room at the same time, or when one of them had to excuse themselves for a moment to use the bathroom or try and fight down horniness only to come back as the other, so she didn't rock the boat. And for a while, things were settling into a routine that Satoshi was actually comfortable with. Seri was just a part of himself he'd come to accept, one that was predictable and therefor manageable. That would soon change.
    Satoshi tried not to think about the specific events of the game, and Seri couldn't even really remember them anymore she was so removed from it. She was finding that porn didn't excite her the way it did Satoshi, at least not that kind. She wasn't sure she wanted to explore her interest in men, but she wasn't as opposed to idea of being with a man as she knew Satoshi was. What really excited her was, terrifyingly, feeling helpless. The idea of losing control fascinated Seri in ways she had trouble admitting to herself. That's part of what kept Satoshi so on edge when he wasn't her, but the more time he spent as her the more time she wasn't so concerned with the idea.
    The fact was that Seri didn't know the fate of her character from the game, even if Satoshi still could remember parts of it. The first major event faced by the heroine after entering her route proper was an unavoidable situation that, once started, would end in sure humiliation. She had no idea about any of that, so it was that when on a particular day the transformation took place she noticed herself wearing a particularly thick undergarment, all she felt was confusion. What was that extra padding? It seemed to envelope her waist, warm and far bulkier under her skirt than she was accustomed to. Prickling with just a tinge of fear she reached down to find a thick, extra large adult diaper wrapped around her bottom.
    It was unmistakable. however incongruous, there was a diaper under her skirt. There seemed to be something else over that, a belt of some kind that pulled tight around the top with an extra strap between the legs. Puzzled she fiddled with it, and realized with horror that it was a locking mechanism that would prevent her from taking the thing off without probably ripping it up completely first. She contemplated doing just that, feeling somewhere deep in the part of her mind that was Satoshi that this was a very- very bad thing. Seri was scared, but Satoshi knew she should have been terrified. The urge to pee began an hour later.
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    zimw00t got a reaction from brucejedi in My New Incontinent Life Began the Day I Transformed Into The Main Heroine of My Favorite Eroge   
    A story idea I've been sitting on for a while, this is my attempt to write something in the style of a Japanese light novel, complete with overly long and descriptive title.
    Middle-aged Japanese man and closet otaku Kaetori Satoshi lives alone on the upper level of the café that he runs. Despite his gentlemanly outward appearance, years of playing increasingly degenerate eroge have corrupted his mind with many hidden desires.  One day while wishing he could live out some of his darkest fantasies a mischievous goddess decides to grant his wish, transforming his body and sending him in a spiral down to the depths of depravity. Join him on this adventure that will include gradual loss of bladder control, physical and mental age regression, gender bending and diapers.
    Chapter 1
    Satoshi opened his eyes. Immediately he knew something was different. He felt- off, somehow. There was an unnatural weight on his chest, for one thing. He shifted his position in bed, feeling more and more a building sense of unease. Suddenly his heart started pounding very quickly. There was a small mirror on the drawer by his bedside. In it he saw something his brain was having trouble fully processing. It was definitely himself he was staring at, the position of the reflection and the fact that its movements matched his own as he shifted around made that undeniable. But that wasn't his face. That wasn't his hair. And it certainly wasn't his body.
    In place of his usual self sat what appeared to be some foreign girl in her late teens. Bright blue eyes, long blonde hair down around her shoulders, and an enormous bust that all make her look like some overseas supermodel. Slowly he reached up to touch his own face, confirming what was becoming increasingly obvious. Somehow, he had transformed into a woman. Satoshi let out a scream, only to be shocked again by the sound of his own voice.
    He bolted upright, immediately feeling off-balance and looking down to see two massive mounds of jiggly flesh stretching out the undershirt he'd slept in. Seeing that cleavage gave him a mixed spike of alarm and arousal, the latter emotion threatening to overcome his reason as he hesitated with hands hovering just over said flesh. Was it really alright to touch them? Instead he climbed out of bed and over to the full length mirror to get a proper look. The girl staring back was so unmistakably not Satoshi it made him a bit dizzy wondering if he'd gone mad. Finally, still hesitating a bit, he reached out to those two large mounds and squeezed, as if testing to see they were even real. He let out an unexpected yelp in an embarrassingly girly way at the jolt that came when he squeezed. It was exactly pleasure, but it was a delicate feeling, like when he squeezed his own-
    Oh right, he had to check. Had to make sure. He felt down below to that space between his legs for what should have been there.
    It was gone.
    Reaching further back he could feel... something... through his sleepwear. A place where the skin felt uneven, and seemed to pull inward toward... Rubbing that definitely felt delicate, and he could no longer deny what had happened. He had turned into a girl somehow, and by the look of it one in her teens. Though she was full through the chest there was an unmistakable youthfulness to that face, and something strangely familiar as well. He could almost swear-
    He realized this girl he was looking at looked remarkably like the one from his eroge, a real life version of her, anyway. It would have been hard to tell if she had had some crazy hair color or other impossible traits, but she was and ideal beauty with that long black hair and stunning pale face with above average bust. Somehow he knew it was the same girl, despite being brought out of the 2d world. How was this possible? It was like the stories of being sent to another world to live out some videogame fantasy, only this was obviously still his apartment above the café and this wasn't really the sort of fantasy he had wanted to live out.
    Working the café had seemed like the perfect job, so many manga and visual novels made it seem that way. You got to meet interesting people, had plenty of time to read and do other things you like and might even find romance in such an environment. In reality the stress of single-handedly operating a small business in a part of town already oversaturated by various bakeries, diners and and coffee shops, constantly facing near bankruptcy and contemplating where in life you'd gone so wrong had led Satoshi to give up on much of his idyllic fantasies long ago, and driven him more and more to seek the world of the 2d to escape. To fill the hole in his life where a wife might have gone he played endless visual novels promising harems of women willing to throw themselves at the protagonist. These games were innocent at first but occasionally had some nudity anyway to spice things up. One thing led to another and soon he went looking for spicier and spicier content to fill that void.
    So it was that most recently, he'd picked up a game called "Sexual Choukyou: Incontinent Slaves" about training a group of slave girls into peeing themselves in various ways. The girl he'd gravitated toward, the one who stood before him now, was the typical oujo-sama type rich girl with a haughty attitude whose indominable will had been most entertaining to see crumble under the weight of repeated tortures. If he had wanted to live out that fantasy he absolutely wouldn't want to do it from the girl's perspective. Realizing something, he felt a new sense of alarm. There was a familiar yet somehow alien pressure in his lower abdomen. Usually first thing in the morning he would have to pee, and it seemed that changing bodies had not changed that biological phenomenon. Thinking about what this girl had suffered in the game in relation to his growing need to use the bathroom made him shiver.
    Making a decision, Satoshi bolted into the bathroom connected to his bedroom. He had the presence of mind to actually sit down on the toilet after pulling his pants down, rather than foolishly attempt peeing standing. He didn't really want to think about it, and he often peed sitting down in the morning anyway as he was getting older and standing there for too long after just waking up made his joints ache. He wasn't sure if he'd need to push or anything, or how it was supposed to go but relaxing seemed to all he needed to do as soon the sound of trickling water echoed up from beneath him. He let out a long sigh and was shocked to hear the sound that came with it. Wasn't that his usual voice?
    Looking down his shirt had deflated and he could feel just under the seat the pee was no longer leaking from somewhere deep under him but out from the usual place. His penis was back! He nearly jumped up feeling so relieved and wondering if he'd been hallucinating all along. Had it just been the remnants of a dream? But no, unless he was still dreaming now he was fairly certain he'd been awake. There was no point second guessing his own mind, even if he was going crazy, he decided to believe that what had just happened was real. It was also, however, apparently over. For now, anyway.
     
     
     
    I really want to write more for this story, I've got plenty of ideas for where this can go. But I like to temper expectations so just because I've appeared here on omo.org twice in as many days doesn't mean I might not still disappear without a trace only to resurface a year later with new ideas. Let me know your thoughts and any directions you'd like to see this story take, though. I love feedback.
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    zimw00t got a reaction from YuriChaosLord in My New Incontinent Life Began the Day I Transformed Into The Main Heroine of My Favorite Eroge   
    Fun Fact: The title of the eroge he mentioned was something generic sounding I made up, but Kamigou Seri is a real character from a real eroge that actually does feature urination and at least one diaper scene. Her features are mostly accurate though the personality and backstory for this version of her are made up, as I didn't want it to be an exact copy. If you wanted to check out the game it's not available in English, so go full weeb and learn Japanese or machine translate it like a true American, or just look of the H gallery on "sadpanda" or something if all you care about is the pictures anyway. Anyway, back to the stroy. short snippet cause I'm lazy right now
     
    In the weeks that followed, Satoshi/Seri was starting to nail down just how the transformations worked. The trigger, so far as he could tell, was his own arousal. If ever he let his thoughts drift and become too horny, Seri would come out. Then in turn it would be until she used the bathroom before he could return. One day while in the process of changing back he wondered idly if it had to be the toilet, or if having an accident like the Seri from the game would trigger the change back as well. If so it'd be hard for events to play out like the game, yet each time the need to pee arrived she felt a spike of alarm.
    The transformation also brought a more feminine mindset with it each time. Seri was feeling more and more maidenly, as thought while her, she had always been a her. Yet increasingly Satoshi fought against that way of thinking, compartmentalizing the mindsets almost to the point that he was becoming two separate people living in the same body, occasionally swapping places. There were a few manga with that plotline as well. He tried not to wonder if the Seri personality had always been there, and he was only just now noticing it or something. That was crazy, considering he'd only just played the game she was from, right?
    Seri was growing less timid around customers, and they were growing accustomed to seeing her there. Not that she had been timid to begin with, exactly, more just she had been nervous they'd somehow see through the ruse and interrogate Satoshi about how he was swapping back and forth between middle-aged man and teenage girl. Nobody seemed to find it odd that they were never in the room at the same time, or when one of them had to excuse themselves for a moment to use the bathroom or try and fight down horniness only to come back as the other, so she didn't rock the boat. And for a while, things were settling into a routine that Satoshi was actually comfortable with. Seri was just a part of himself he'd come to accept, one that was predictable and therefor manageable. That would soon change.
    Satoshi tried not to think about the specific events of the game, and Seri couldn't even really remember them anymore she was so removed from it. She was finding that porn didn't excite her the way it did Satoshi, at least not that kind. She wasn't sure she wanted to explore her interest in men, but she wasn't as opposed to idea of being with a man as she knew Satoshi was. What really excited her was, terrifyingly, feeling helpless. The idea of losing control fascinated Seri in ways she had trouble admitting to herself. That's part of what kept Satoshi so on edge when he wasn't her, but the more time he spent as her the more time she wasn't so concerned with the idea.
    The fact was that Seri didn't know the fate of her character from the game, even if Satoshi still could remember parts of it. The first major event faced by the heroine after entering her route proper was an unavoidable situation that, once started, would end in sure humiliation. She had no idea about any of that, so it was that when on a particular day the transformation took place she noticed herself wearing a particularly thick undergarment, all she felt was confusion. What was that extra padding? It seemed to envelope her waist, warm and far bulkier under her skirt than she was accustomed to. Prickling with just a tinge of fear she reached down to find a thick, extra large adult diaper wrapped around her bottom.
    It was unmistakable. however incongruous, there was a diaper under her skirt. There seemed to be something else over that, a belt of some kind that pulled tight around the top with an extra strap between the legs. Puzzled she fiddled with it, and realized with horror that it was a locking mechanism that would prevent her from taking the thing off without probably ripping it up completely first. She contemplated doing just that, feeling somewhere deep in the part of her mind that was Satoshi that this was a very- very bad thing. Seri was scared, but Satoshi knew she should have been terrified. The urge to pee began an hour later.
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    Later that afternoon, still a bit shaken from the strange experience he'd had that morning, Satoshi tried hard to focus on work. He greeted his regular customers with a smile painted on, chatted idly about their various troubles and nodded at appropriate times. He was in the middle of cleaning one of the machines as the implications of what had happened began to dawn on him. He wasn't particularly superstitious, or even really religious. Stuff like magic and reincarnating in another world was all fine and good in manga and light novels, but apparently it actually could happen. He wasn't sure what to think of that.
    He hadn't been sent to a videogame world. Rather, it seemed the videogame world had been encroaching on his own. H-games like the ones he'd been playing weren't often the subject of isekai stories, though vanilla otome games were becoming more popular as a backdrop. He wouldn't mind visiting the world of one of his games... as a man. The thought of becoming one of the girl's again terrified him, yet strangely he found there was a part of him that got... excited at the thought? That couldn't be right, he wasn't a masochist or anything, was he? During the day he played the part of the kindly old café worker who'd listen to your problems and provide a relaxing environment, but he was increasingly worried that that wasn't at all who he really was.
    As he thought about it more, he started to fixate on the idea. What would it actually be like to be one of the girls from his games? Would it actually feel good to be humiliated like that? Being made to suffer such indignities, having all your virtue stripped away by the cruelties of someone you had no power to stop? That shouldn't excite him should it? Yet he could feel something rising in him. The image of Kamigou Seri, the girl he'd been that morning, panting and begging for forgiveness lodged it's way into his thoughts and he could feel arousal building. Then he felt something shift.
    Just as his penis began to erect it suddenly started shrinking again, though his arousal wasn't abating. If anything he felt the heat grow stronger as it pulled inward, and he had an idea what was coming next. He was suddenly aware of his nipples, had they always been this sensitive? The poked upward trying to burst out of the button up shirt he wore, and the bulged forward as his chest exploded out into the same pillowy breasts from earlier. The sensations were exquisite, and the transformation continued. His hair plumed out past his shoulders, becoming long and straight and he felt his face shifting to become more feminine. Oddly he felt his clothing changing as well. His work clothes were simple and formal, black vest, white apron around the waist and dark pants. The apron pulled up to cover his whole body, tightening further around his now shapely hips and his slacks became something more frilly, and much shorter. It looked more like maid cosplay now than anything, but he supposed it would have been appropriate attire for female employees of his café if he'd hired any. It wasn't anything from out of the game, so it seemed whatever mystical force was causing these transformations had adapted it to it's environment.
    He picked apart the outfit because it was an easy way to distract his mind from the bigger issue. He was back to being a girl, and he was still incredibly horny. He couldn't help but poke and prod at the enormous breasts that now hung from his chest, enfolded in the large apron. They felt snug, and he started as he realized that a bra must have materialized underneath during the transformation. Yes, he could feel it now that he'd noticed, giving extra support to the weight that had hung freely when they transformation had happened before. Rubbing his chest felt a bit restricted, and he felt he wasn't quite getting the full fluffy experience of being able to squeeze them freely. It still felt amazing. He was shocked how sensitive they were, and increasingly growing jealous of a woman's pleasure. They got to feel this any time they wanted, and it seemed unfair.
    A sound broke him out of his reveling. Someone had just entered the shop. This was around the time the evening regulars started coming in, and he was supposed to have been in the middle of getting things ready for the night. Embarrassed he fought down his desires to see if he could climax just from rubbing his chest and tried to calm down, but was then struck by a new kind of panic. He was Seri now. He couldn't just go out and face his customers like this could he? He supposed he was at least dressed properly. Could he come up with a lie to explain away his absence and the existence of this girl who'd never worked here before? He'd seen that work in a few manga with similar setups. Steeling himself, and relying on his knowledge of comedic tropes like body swapping, he thought of a backstory and went to confront the customer.
    "Welcome in," Seri pronounced, surprised at how feminine it sounded out of her mouth. Then again she was surprised at how she now thought of herself as Seri. She hadn't a moment ago.
    "Oh, hello there?" the customer said, almost a question. It was an Wataru, a middle aged salaryman who frequently came in to unwind after work. He claimed to prefer the quiet environment. "Is Kaetori-san not in? I didn't know he'd hired anyone else." 
    "Oh yes," Seri said, "I'm his niece actually. Satoshi-ojisan hired me on as a part-timer so he could have more free time in the evenings. Kaetori Seri, pleased to meet you." She figured it was probably fine to use the same family name.
    "I see, nice to see a fresh young face. I'd ask for the usual but I suppose you wouldn't know." He laughed to himself finding that amusing somehow. Seri did know, but she pretended to fastidiously take his order anyway. She tried to ignore those leering eyes that seemed to follow her as she moved to prepare his coffee.
    More customers wandered in, and not a few of them asked after Satoshi and commented on how well she seemed to handle herself though it was ostensibly her first day on the job. She explained that her own family ran a diner and she had plenty of practice helping out customers already, covering how she already seemed to know her way around a kitchen and easily multitasked. It wasn't quite hectic, but it did seem busier than usual as more guests filtered in. Some of the regulars seemed to be lingering a bit more than usual as well and she realized it was because of how she looked now. She drew stares, and more often than not at very inappropriate parts of her body. She tried not to prickle at that, and worked professional through what was turning into quite the rush. Somehow word was spreading of the new young assistant working the place.
    Apparently all I needed to draw new customers was a pretty face. Seri thought. Perhaps I should have hired some part-timers, stick them in a maid uniform and post them outside. Was that really the atmosphere he wanted to cultivate though? No, he wasn't about fads. It was a quiet, refined environment and repeat business that he wanted.
    With a start Satoshi realized he was thinking of himself as... well himself, again. For a time his mind seemed to have accepted that he'd become Seri, though he'd still felt mostly like himself. It was hard to describe, like some sort of pink feminine fog had come over his mind making accept himself as a woman. It had passed, but he worried if other mental changes might come if this form persisted. There seemed to be an inevitable escalation, and all his instincts told him this story ended with him fully as Seri, not being able to go back to being himself. It was enough to make him nearly break down right there. He'd been in the middle of cleaning tables and carrying empty cups back to the kitchen and nearly dropped them in his distress. He took a moment to compose himself in the back kitchen before returning and finishing the days work, eventually and thankfully bidding farewell to the last of the retreating customers. None of them seemed to question a girl her age working so late, or why Satoshi hadn't so much as made an appearance.
    Perhaps subconsciously, he had avoided drinking much. The knowledge of Seri's character and her eventual fate as an incontinent slave made him terrified of filling his bladder with anything, but eventually the pressure signifying a need to use the bathroom came anyway. He sighed, but headed to the toilet. Miraculously as he got up to flush he noticed his clothes had gone back to normal, and indeed his body was becoming that of a man again. It didn't take him much to put two and two together and guess that going to the bathroom would change him back into a man, though he held his assumptions for now. Twice might be coincidence, but if it happened again it'd be a pattern. He idly wondered what would trigger the reverse, becoming a girl again. Hopefully if it did happen again he'd be able to figure it out so he could avoid it. For now, feeling very exhausted, he headed upstairs to his room and collapsed into bed in his clothes, trying not to worry what tomorrow would bring.
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    zimw00t got a reaction from Asuna.bed.wet. in My New Incontinent Life Began the Day I Transformed Into The Main Heroine of My Favorite Eroge   
    Fun Fact: The title of the eroge he mentioned was something generic sounding I made up, but Kamigou Seri is a real character from a real eroge that actually does feature urination and at least one diaper scene. Her features are mostly accurate though the personality and backstory for this version of her are made up, as I didn't want it to be an exact copy. If you wanted to check out the game it's not available in English, so go full weeb and learn Japanese or machine translate it like a true American, or just look of the H gallery on "sadpanda" or something if all you care about is the pictures anyway. Anyway, back to the stroy. short snippet cause I'm lazy right now
     
    In the weeks that followed, Satoshi/Seri was starting to nail down just how the transformations worked. The trigger, so far as he could tell, was his own arousal. If ever he let his thoughts drift and become too horny, Seri would come out. Then in turn it would be until she used the bathroom before he could return. One day while in the process of changing back he wondered idly if it had to be the toilet, or if having an accident like the Seri from the game would trigger the change back as well. If so it'd be hard for events to play out like the game, yet each time the need to pee arrived she felt a spike of alarm.
    The transformation also brought a more feminine mindset with it each time. Seri was feeling more and more maidenly, as thought while her, she had always been a her. Yet increasingly Satoshi fought against that way of thinking, compartmentalizing the mindsets almost to the point that he was becoming two separate people living in the same body, occasionally swapping places. There were a few manga with that plotline as well. He tried not to wonder if the Seri personality had always been there, and he was only just now noticing it or something. That was crazy, considering he'd only just played the game she was from, right?
    Seri was growing less timid around customers, and they were growing accustomed to seeing her there. Not that she had been timid to begin with, exactly, more just she had been nervous they'd somehow see through the ruse and interrogate Satoshi about how he was swapping back and forth between middle-aged man and teenage girl. Nobody seemed to find it odd that they were never in the room at the same time, or when one of them had to excuse themselves for a moment to use the bathroom or try and fight down horniness only to come back as the other, so she didn't rock the boat. And for a while, things were settling into a routine that Satoshi was actually comfortable with. Seri was just a part of himself he'd come to accept, one that was predictable and therefor manageable. That would soon change.
    Satoshi tried not to think about the specific events of the game, and Seri couldn't even really remember them anymore she was so removed from it. She was finding that porn didn't excite her the way it did Satoshi, at least not that kind. She wasn't sure she wanted to explore her interest in men, but she wasn't as opposed to idea of being with a man as she knew Satoshi was. What really excited her was, terrifyingly, feeling helpless. The idea of losing control fascinated Seri in ways she had trouble admitting to herself. That's part of what kept Satoshi so on edge when he wasn't her, but the more time he spent as her the more time she wasn't so concerned with the idea.
    The fact was that Seri didn't know the fate of her character from the game, even if Satoshi still could remember parts of it. The first major event faced by the heroine after entering her route proper was an unavoidable situation that, once started, would end in sure humiliation. She had no idea about any of that, so it was that when on a particular day the transformation took place she noticed herself wearing a particularly thick undergarment, all she felt was confusion. What was that extra padding? It seemed to envelope her waist, warm and far bulkier under her skirt than she was accustomed to. Prickling with just a tinge of fear she reached down to find a thick, extra large adult diaper wrapped around her bottom.
    It was unmistakable. however incongruous, there was a diaper under her skirt. There seemed to be something else over that, a belt of some kind that pulled tight around the top with an extra strap between the legs. Puzzled she fiddled with it, and realized with horror that it was a locking mechanism that would prevent her from taking the thing off without probably ripping it up completely first. She contemplated doing just that, feeling somewhere deep in the part of her mind that was Satoshi that this was a very- very bad thing. Seri was scared, but Satoshi knew she should have been terrified. The urge to pee began an hour later.
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    zimw00t got a reaction from Asuna.bed.wet. in My New Incontinent Life Began the Day I Transformed Into The Main Heroine of My Favorite Eroge   
    Later that afternoon, still a bit shaken from the strange experience he'd had that morning, Satoshi tried hard to focus on work. He greeted his regular customers with a smile painted on, chatted idly about their various troubles and nodded at appropriate times. He was in the middle of cleaning one of the machines as the implications of what had happened began to dawn on him. He wasn't particularly superstitious, or even really religious. Stuff like magic and reincarnating in another world was all fine and good in manga and light novels, but apparently it actually could happen. He wasn't sure what to think of that.
    He hadn't been sent to a videogame world. Rather, it seemed the videogame world had been encroaching on his own. H-games like the ones he'd been playing weren't often the subject of isekai stories, though vanilla otome games were becoming more popular as a backdrop. He wouldn't mind visiting the world of one of his games... as a man. The thought of becoming one of the girl's again terrified him, yet strangely he found there was a part of him that got... excited at the thought? That couldn't be right, he wasn't a masochist or anything, was he? During the day he played the part of the kindly old café worker who'd listen to your problems and provide a relaxing environment, but he was increasingly worried that that wasn't at all who he really was.
    As he thought about it more, he started to fixate on the idea. What would it actually be like to be one of the girls from his games? Would it actually feel good to be humiliated like that? Being made to suffer such indignities, having all your virtue stripped away by the cruelties of someone you had no power to stop? That shouldn't excite him should it? Yet he could feel something rising in him. The image of Kamigou Seri, the girl he'd been that morning, panting and begging for forgiveness lodged it's way into his thoughts and he could feel arousal building. Then he felt something shift.
    Just as his penis began to erect it suddenly started shrinking again, though his arousal wasn't abating. If anything he felt the heat grow stronger as it pulled inward, and he had an idea what was coming next. He was suddenly aware of his nipples, had they always been this sensitive? The poked upward trying to burst out of the button up shirt he wore, and the bulged forward as his chest exploded out into the same pillowy breasts from earlier. The sensations were exquisite, and the transformation continued. His hair plumed out past his shoulders, becoming long and straight and he felt his face shifting to become more feminine. Oddly he felt his clothing changing as well. His work clothes were simple and formal, black vest, white apron around the waist and dark pants. The apron pulled up to cover his whole body, tightening further around his now shapely hips and his slacks became something more frilly, and much shorter. It looked more like maid cosplay now than anything, but he supposed it would have been appropriate attire for female employees of his café if he'd hired any. It wasn't anything from out of the game, so it seemed whatever mystical force was causing these transformations had adapted it to it's environment.
    He picked apart the outfit because it was an easy way to distract his mind from the bigger issue. He was back to being a girl, and he was still incredibly horny. He couldn't help but poke and prod at the enormous breasts that now hung from his chest, enfolded in the large apron. They felt snug, and he started as he realized that a bra must have materialized underneath during the transformation. Yes, he could feel it now that he'd noticed, giving extra support to the weight that had hung freely when they transformation had happened before. Rubbing his chest felt a bit restricted, and he felt he wasn't quite getting the full fluffy experience of being able to squeeze them freely. It still felt amazing. He was shocked how sensitive they were, and increasingly growing jealous of a woman's pleasure. They got to feel this any time they wanted, and it seemed unfair.
    A sound broke him out of his reveling. Someone had just entered the shop. This was around the time the evening regulars started coming in, and he was supposed to have been in the middle of getting things ready for the night. Embarrassed he fought down his desires to see if he could climax just from rubbing his chest and tried to calm down, but was then struck by a new kind of panic. He was Seri now. He couldn't just go out and face his customers like this could he? He supposed he was at least dressed properly. Could he come up with a lie to explain away his absence and the existence of this girl who'd never worked here before? He'd seen that work in a few manga with similar setups. Steeling himself, and relying on his knowledge of comedic tropes like body swapping, he thought of a backstory and went to confront the customer.
    "Welcome in," Seri pronounced, surprised at how feminine it sounded out of her mouth. Then again she was surprised at how she now thought of herself as Seri. She hadn't a moment ago.
    "Oh, hello there?" the customer said, almost a question. It was an Wataru, a middle aged salaryman who frequently came in to unwind after work. He claimed to prefer the quiet environment. "Is Kaetori-san not in? I didn't know he'd hired anyone else." 
    "Oh yes," Seri said, "I'm his niece actually. Satoshi-ojisan hired me on as a part-timer so he could have more free time in the evenings. Kaetori Seri, pleased to meet you." She figured it was probably fine to use the same family name.
    "I see, nice to see a fresh young face. I'd ask for the usual but I suppose you wouldn't know." He laughed to himself finding that amusing somehow. Seri did know, but she pretended to fastidiously take his order anyway. She tried to ignore those leering eyes that seemed to follow her as she moved to prepare his coffee.
    More customers wandered in, and not a few of them asked after Satoshi and commented on how well she seemed to handle herself though it was ostensibly her first day on the job. She explained that her own family ran a diner and she had plenty of practice helping out customers already, covering how she already seemed to know her way around a kitchen and easily multitasked. It wasn't quite hectic, but it did seem busier than usual as more guests filtered in. Some of the regulars seemed to be lingering a bit more than usual as well and she realized it was because of how she looked now. She drew stares, and more often than not at very inappropriate parts of her body. She tried not to prickle at that, and worked professional through what was turning into quite the rush. Somehow word was spreading of the new young assistant working the place.
    Apparently all I needed to draw new customers was a pretty face. Seri thought. Perhaps I should have hired some part-timers, stick them in a maid uniform and post them outside. Was that really the atmosphere he wanted to cultivate though? No, he wasn't about fads. It was a quiet, refined environment and repeat business that he wanted.
    With a start Satoshi realized he was thinking of himself as... well himself, again. For a time his mind seemed to have accepted that he'd become Seri, though he'd still felt mostly like himself. It was hard to describe, like some sort of pink feminine fog had come over his mind making accept himself as a woman. It had passed, but he worried if other mental changes might come if this form persisted. There seemed to be an inevitable escalation, and all his instincts told him this story ended with him fully as Seri, not being able to go back to being himself. It was enough to make him nearly break down right there. He'd been in the middle of cleaning tables and carrying empty cups back to the kitchen and nearly dropped them in his distress. He took a moment to compose himself in the back kitchen before returning and finishing the days work, eventually and thankfully bidding farewell to the last of the retreating customers. None of them seemed to question a girl her age working so late, or why Satoshi hadn't so much as made an appearance.
    Perhaps subconsciously, he had avoided drinking much. The knowledge of Seri's character and her eventual fate as an incontinent slave made him terrified of filling his bladder with anything, but eventually the pressure signifying a need to use the bathroom came anyway. He sighed, but headed to the toilet. Miraculously as he got up to flush he noticed his clothes had gone back to normal, and indeed his body was becoming that of a man again. It didn't take him much to put two and two together and guess that going to the bathroom would change him back into a man, though he held his assumptions for now. Twice might be coincidence, but if it happened again it'd be a pattern. He idly wondered what would trigger the reverse, becoming a girl again. Hopefully if it did happen again he'd be able to figure it out so he could avoid it. For now, feeling very exhausted, he headed upstairs to his room and collapsed into bed in his clothes, trying not to worry what tomorrow would bring.
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