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female My New Incontinent Life Began the Day I Transformed Into The Main Heroine of My Favorite Eroge


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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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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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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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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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