Persona 4 Regression ULTIMAX! Part 3 (Patreon)

Chie’s recognition of her problems led her to at least one positive action–the purchase of a package of thick absorbent diapers. Although, despite admitting her new needs, her cheeks burned bright with embarrassment as she stood in the checkout line, gripping the package of crinkly underwear.

Fearing the worst, she didn’t even dare wait until she got home to put them on. After having experienced a second public accident after the food court incident, Chie decided that she wholeheartedly didn't want to repeat the experience a third time.

With a nervous shuffle the normally spunky girl entered the restroom of the department store, clutching the bag that contained her protective underwear like her life depended on it. The safety of a stall didn’t soothe her embarrassment much, but tearing open the packages to reveal the fluffy nappies inside did have an immediate calming effect on Chie.

The diapers themselves were scented and the puff of baby powder smell released from the package made her head spin. She was enamored with the fluffiness as her fingers dug into the diaper’s core. Chie tenderly unfolded the garment, setting down the open crescent.

Within seconds she was bottomless, standing in a public stall with face flushed and a diaper waiting for her on a closed toilet seat. Her breath became erratic as she lowered her bottom into the padding, dropping her weight onto the diaper. The front and back closed around her as she did, pulled closer together by her compression. Whatever was influencing her seemed to be driving her actions more at this point than the fear of another public accident.

Chie shook her head well after the final tape on her diaper was sealed, coming to her senses when her pants had been replaced over the padding. It crinkled loudly, adding an obvious bulge underneath her tight police uniform, and no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t get the waistband to tuck into her pants, leaving it constantly stuck out.

Chie instead compromised by tucking her shirt in over it, hoping that it would keep her new garment at least a little hidden from prying eyes. What she didn’t realize was that when she’d left the store she made the mistake of leaving a short strip of ruffled plastic exposed in the back. The energetic police trainee left Junes again, receiving friendly waves to her face and confused looks from the people behind her.

She was lucky that the officers at the precinct were polite enough to mention the obvious diaper bulging out under her clothes. Most assumed it was a medical issue despite the fluorescent pink of the waistband poking out of her jeans.

Chie hadn’t even noticed herself piddling into her diapers at first. It was only after the warmth of her accident spread through the front of her diaper and the padding swelled with moisture, straining against the restraints of her pants, that she understood the gravity of her situation. She'd had another unbidden accident in public.

The strange thing was that she didn’t find herself caring much anymore. The rush of pee filling her diaper almost felt pleasant now that she was aware of it, and the lingering sogginess wasn’t bothering her because of how well the soft core absorbed the accident.

By the end of the day her diaper was so swollen under her trousers, having nearly doubled in size, that it strained with the weight of repeated accidents. Chie had lost count of how many times she’d wet herself, putting her faith in the absorbency of her padding. Sadly, it was a misplaced faith.

She was receiving her final assignments of the day from Dojima when the unthinkable happened and steaks of urine began staining her pant legs, flowing out from the elastic leak guards around her legs. Chie, who was staring off while enjoying the pleasurable relief of peeing, still hadn’t noticed.

“Satonaka!” Dojima shouted. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Chie snapped back to attention from her superior’s barking, finally noticing the flood spilling out from her padding. “I-I-I…” she stammered, unable to get out an explanation for her leaking diaper. Dojima dismissed her, a disgusted look on his face.

“Get yourself together Satonaka. Maybe go see a doctor, but don’t come back until you’ve got yourself figured out.”

Chie nodded, shuffling nervously through the scolding like a child, before leaving the station, the smell of urea following close behind.

When she arrived back home she was surprised to see her apartment wasn’t as empty as she expected. Her mother stood in the living room with her hands on her hips, looking at Chie expectantly like she was waiting for her daughter.

“Mom?” Chie said, confused at her parent’s presence, “What are you doing here?”

“I got a call,” her mother explained, “Your boss Dojima-san told me what happened and I got concerned. I thought I’d come check on you.”

Chie shuffled her feet again, once again presented with a stern adult and unsure how to deal with it. For whatever reason, she couldn’t excuse her situation with the soggy diaper squished between her legs. It was like the fog that covered the TV world had fallen over her brain, dampening her thoughts.

“Well I, uh–”

Her mom interrupted her by walking behind her and pulling back the waistband of her trousers examining the over-soaked diaper. “So it’s true,” she mused, “You’re doing just as poorly as the others.”

“The others?” Chie asked, cocking her head. She wasn’t as concerned with her mother’s intrusion of her privacy or personal space. The idea of a diaper check made some sense to her for whatever reason. “Why wouldn’t Mommy check me?” she thought.

“Yes,” Chie’s mother explained, moving towards the open pack of diapers on the floor, “it seems both Yukiko and Rise have been having a similar issue. I’ve also seen your friend Naoto buying diapers at Junes.”

Chie was astonished: To hear that her friends were experiencing the same issues was comforting. She wasn’t alone in her struggle to keep her pants dry.

“It’s okay though,” her mother said, “There’s been a program started at your high school for people experiencing similar problems, sort of an adult nursery program. We’ll be stopping by after we take care of that ridiculously full diaper.”

The woman approached Chie with a fresh folded nappy in hand. “Now then, take your pants off and lie down.” she ordered.