Couldn't Hold Back During a Short Break — Touching My Own Chest Until I Came...♡
"Haa...♡ Hngh...♡"
Lewd, ragged breaths spilled without pause from between a pair of breasts heaving roughly up and down. A woman's masturbation, it seemed, didn't settle easily even after the climax had passed.
I wanted nothing more than to lie still and catch my breath... but my lower belly gave a heavy, sinking lurch. In the midst of that oversensitive afterglow, my full bladder began screaming at me to let it out — now.
It was nothing like the sharp, electric urge that used to shoot through my cock when I still had a man's body. What pressed in on me now was an unfamiliar sensation entirely: my bladder, swollen full, squeezing taut as a whole from the pit of my belly.
My whole body was still trembling from the remnants of pleasure, but I planted my hands against the sheets and forced myself up. That was when I felt something wet and sticky clinging to my ass.
"Ahn...♡"
The corner of the bedsheet was soaked through with the love juices I had gushed out. I looked around, and sure enough, there was a washing machine tucked in one corner of the room. They really had prepared every daily necessity, as if I were meant to live here for quite some time.
My foot slipped the moment I stepped off the bed. A thick puddle of the juices I had squirted had pooled on the floor beneath it as well.
"Ah... this is even more of a hassle than when I used to spurt cum from a cock in a man's body..."
Annoyance washed over me, and sadness right behind it, but I didn't have time to wallow. Without even a moment to wipe the slick from my pussy, I snatched up the panties I'd stripped off earlier, pulled them on, and bolted straight for the bathroom.
"At this rate, living in this new body shouldn't be a problem..."
Clunk.
The bathroom was so spotless it looked almost blindingly white. Out of habit, I dropped my panties in front of the toilet. Then I reached down to take hold of my cock, and—
"Ah. I'm fucked, aren't I..."
The sadness hit me all over again. Tears welled up and spilled, dripping onto the bathroom floor, but I forced myself to pull my scattered feelings together. Had I always been this mentally fragile? It would appear I'd gotten more prone to tears as well. Whether it was the hormones or the miserable fact that I'd lost my masculinity, my tear ducts had gone completely haywire, and the drops just kept falling.
In the end, I couldn't pee standing up. I sat down on the toilet. The panties that had been clinging stickily to my pussy lips slowly peeled away, drawing out a thin, translucent thread of love juice.
"Hoo...♡"
It was far too obscene. I was crying pitifully, easing pressure into it, and still no urine would come. Thinking back, I used to bear down hard through my cock whenever I peed. I supposed the trick now was to apply a gentle push from the lower belly...
I pressed down softly with my hand, as if to squeeze out that heavy urge. The hot liquid that had been dammed up burst free—
A trickle.
A tingling shudder ran up from my lower belly, and my whole body trembled.
"Nngh...♡"
Now that I was finished, I ought to pull my panties back up. Ah — I'd forgotten something. I tore off about two squares from the roll of toilet paper hanging beside me and dabbed them against my pussy lips. Tap, tap.
"Uugh...♡"
Even a gesture that small dragged a lewd feeling up through me. For a woman, even the act of urinating felt terribly laborious. I stood up from the toilet, tossed the used paper in, and flushed.
Whoooosh.
I started to pull my panties back up and leave, then thought better of it — I really ought to change them. I bowed my head and looked down between my legs... and there it was: a mess of thin, whitish love juice smeared all over the fabric. Going outside completely naked felt a bit much, so I grimly tugged the soaked, clinging panties back on and figured I would just have to find a fresh pair.
I opened the bathroom door and stepped out.
Clunk.
The moment I left the bathroom, I checked the timer.
20:00.
Barely twenty minutes left until the next mission. My legs were shaking so badly from my first experience of a woman's orgasm that even standing was difficult... but what choice did I have? I was the one who'd gotten myself locked in here. Following along was simply my fate.
I looked around again and spotted a wardrobe over on the far side. I walked up and opened it, and—
"Eeh... what is all this...?"
It was packed full of the same sports-bra-and-panty sets I was wearing now. There had to be more than fifty of them. It made my head spin. There was not a single article of everyday clothing. Were they telling me to live in nothing but a sports bra and panties for the rest of my life? It felt as though even normal clothes were now beyond my reach.
More than that... I found myself wondering how they had even known my measurements well enough to stock all of this. Then an image rose unbidden: my body being remodeled into this obscene figure, their hands roaming every inch of me, taking my sizes. "Ugh... that gives me chills..."
I pulled a fresh sports-bra set from the wardrobe. Forcing the thought aside, I peeled off the soaked panties, then yanked the sports bra up and over my head and tossed it aside. I changed into the panties first — that was the easy part.
Then I slowly lowered my gaze toward my completely exposed chest. Plumper and smoother than any woman's breasts I had ever seen in porn, the pair I had just stripped bare sat there in a taut, teardrop-perfect shape.
I was getting hard. The fact that I was getting turned on all over again just from looking at my own body sent a strange, indecent feeling crawling up through me. It was the same unfamiliar sensation I had been feeling ever since the change. And as that uncanny strangeness repeated itself over and over... I slipped into the illusion that even my mind was being remodeled. A dissonance, as if two personalities were coexisting inside a single body. My rational identity as a man was colliding violently with a woman's senses, which responded with raw honesty to the stimulation right in front of me.
"Ah, I'll save the complicated thinking for later..."
Reason had been swallowed by feeling, it seemed, because the chest I could feel through a woman's senses mattered more. Wouldn't it feel different from touching them through a bra...? I couldn't hold back the impulsive curiosity. I took both breasts in my hands and sank my fingers in, pressing down as I groped them.
"Hngh...♡"
The soft, springy give beneath my fingertips... a tingling that started in my chest and spread through my whole body, and at the same time, a surge of love juice welled up and spilled from my pussy.
"Ahn...♡ And I just changed into these panties, toooo...♡"
The fresh pair was already soaking through. Even so, the hands crushing my breasts didn't stop. This sensation of slipping into addiction to the pleasure.
"Heh...♡ Hngh...♡"
It felt so good I didn't know what to do with myself. To think I was about to make myself cum just by touching my own chest.
"Hngh...♡ I-it's not even a mission right noooow...♡"
The hands on my breasts grew rougher. I mashed the soft flesh with my whole palms, savoring the way it bulged out between my fingers. Each time I did, a piercing jolt of pleasure stabbed through my lower belly, raced up my spine, and lit up my brain.
"Haaang...♡ Ah, I can't, hnngh...♡"
In my head, I knew I had to stop. But my hands moved toward my nipples of their own accord. I rolled my thumbs over the nipples standing stiff and swollen, rubbing them in firm, flicking strokes. Every nerve in my body screamed.
"Haaat...♡ I-it feeels...♡ so good...♡ I think I'm going to lose my miiind...♡"
The wave of climax came rolling in again. It was on a completely different level from the sensation of tensing my cock to ejaculate. Now I pinched both nipples between thumb and forefinger and pulled them hard.
"Aaaah...♡ With a woman's bodyyy...♡ I-I'm, I'm cumming again...!♡"
My trembling waist snapped backward like a drawn bow. The instant the orgasm burst — my inner thighs shook violently, and love juice fountained from my pussy.
"Hnnnngh...!♡"
My vision whited out. All the strength went out of my lower body, and I crumpled to the floor as if collapsing. The panties I had just changed into — and my thighs besides — were a soaked, ruined mess of slick.
"Hngh...♡ Nngh...♡"
I sat knock-kneed on the floor, panting lewd little breaths, riding out the aftershocks. Wh-what on earth did I just do...? Only now did I feel as though my mind had come back to me. Shame that I had made myself cum by groping my own chest flooded my face with heat, but—
"Uugh...♡"
I covered my face with my hands and slowly stood up. I would have to change my panties yet again. I needed to erase what had just happened from my mind as best I could...
I stripped off the panties, drawing out a long, stretching string of love juice, and pulled another pair from the wardrobe. I now had two extra sports bras sitting there. "Ah..." I picked up just one of them. Then I held the straps of the new sports bra in both hands and stared at it.
"How on earth is this supposed to go on...?"
I shoved my head through first, for lack of a better idea. I fed my arms through the holes the way I would a T-shirt, tugged it down, and then... it seemed I just needed to settle my breasts neatly into the cups. I poked and adjusted them this way and that until they sat right — and at last, I had successfully changed into a fresh, dry sports bra and panties.
"At this rate, living in this new body shouldn't be a problem..."
Peeing... putting on a bra... the fact that I had groped my own chest... I would just have to ignore that last one. "If I'm going to live in this body for a while, I suppose I have no choice but to think of it that way..."
Though — was it really only going to be for a while? Whether I would ever be able to return to a man's body, I still didn't know. For now, I was just blindly carrying out the missions... and the timer was already pointing at 5:00.
"Ah. I didn't even get to rest..."