Persona 4 Regression Ultimax Part 14 (Patreon)

With all the strength she could muster Chie and Yukiko tugged on Naoto’s legs, anchoring their heels into the carpet as the rest of their bodies leaned back. Naoto’s legs straightened due to the force and each girl strained and grunted. After a minute they stopped, relaxing their muscles when they realized that Naoto hadn’t moved an inch. She was firmly wedged.

Chie still held Naoto’s leg, determined to try again before Ms. Nami returned. “We’re going to try again, Yukiko.” she said, turning to Rise, “Will you go watch the door?” she asked.

To have to ask her friend that’d been so bratty all this time for help stung Chie’s pride. It shouldn’t have been a surprise that Rise refused with a giggle. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world. It might even become my favorite show if it continues~!”

“Fine,” Chie grumbled, “We pull again on three, Yukiko.”

Yukiko nodded, and again they yanked on Naoto’s legs on the count of three. Again nothing. Chie worried for a moment that she might be hurting her friend but no failing came from her to indicate pain, just the slouch of defeat from someone so firmly stuck.

With no forward progress and an ever-shortening timer until Ms. Nami returned, Chie began panicking. It was becoming apparent that they were running out of options. She let go of Naoto’s leg, watching Yukiko do the same.

“What are we going to do?” Chie asked helplessly, looking to the other two despite knowing they likely weren’t going to be much help.

“Why don’t we tip the cart?” Yukiko suggested, “That way the floor pushes her through and she’s just in the TV world.”

Chie herself thought this would be more dangerous than Yukiko had intended and shook away the idea. She hadn’t expected anything from Rise but the redhead approached Naoto with a certain curiosity, examining the half of her body still stuck on this side of the TV.

“Maybe she’s just a little too chubby for the frame,” she said, not letting a hint of sarcasm slip, “We just need to make her a little heavier on this end.”

The meaning of her statement was completely lost on Chie, but she started to understand when Rise’s fingers started prodding Naoto’s hips through her padding. This immediately elicited a series of flailing kicks from her hanging legs.

“What are you doing?!” Chie demanded, rushing to stop her nursery mate from tormenting Naoto further. Her whole body was bucking against the treatment, with the sagging crotch of her soggy diaper bouncing up and down in response to every poke.

Rise didn’t let up just because of Naoto’s flailing, in fact intensifying her efforts by digging wiggly fingers into her hips and thighs to provoke a stronger reaction. If there wasn’t a magical TV portal between them, Chie was certain she’d hear raucous laughter.

She stopped her advance on Rise when Naoto’s lower half stiffened up, a thunderous fart blaring out from inside her padding and vibrating the plastic exterior. Chie was shocked at the display, especially when she swore she actually saw the diaper move because of the gassy release.

“There see, just gotta coax it out.” Rise said with a smug look on her face.

Naoto’s body already seemed well on the way to a release as another burst of flatulence shook her already-drenched padding. It was followed by a third that was interrupted mid-release, swiftly being replaced by the still-white back tenting outward and a gross squelch, forced away from her by what must have been an insane log of shit.

It dropped, landing firmly in the seat of her padding and pulling the once puffy back down away from her groin. That was only the first of many as Chie could only watch, horrified as the back of her friend’s padding grew stained and lumpy with her own mess.

Even worse was how much mess Naoto was producing. Chie couldn’t believe any one person could fill a diaper that size to its brim in a single use, but nearly a full minute passed of Naoto forcing more and more mess into the back of her diaper, proving her wrong. The area around her leak guards grew disconcertingly dark as the possibility of a blow-out seemed more and more likely.

It never happened though. The pristine white of Naoto’s diaper had completely vanished, but it caught and held every bit of mess, cradling it against her body just like Chie’s earlier. She cringes a little just at the idea of this feeling, knowing first hand how inescapable it was.

Rise walked behind Naoto, giggling and pinching her nose while bringing a hand right up between her legs to feel the crotch of her full diaper and squishing it against her. “Yucky!”

Chie cringed again, imagining the gross gunk rubbing against the pitifully trapped Naoto who must be so exhausted from pushing all that mush out.

There was a brief moment where Rise continued rubbing the messy crotch while everyone else stood frozen before the next series of events occurred in rapid succession.

The door behind Chie opened, and from the frame, an indignant Ms. Nami called out. “Mind telling me what you little ladies think you’re doing!?” she demands.

At the same time, Naoto began to slip from the frame of the TV. Her redistributed weight and emptied stomach proved to be exactly the key to freeing her from the too-small portal to another world.

Rise, however, wasn’t looking as this happened. She’d opened her mouth to tattle on everyone else, trying to insist none of this was her idea, all the while backing directly into a falling Naoto.

She bumped into the stinky sack around the ace detective’s waist, turning quickly to see it right next to her face as Naoto slid free from the portal, her butt lined up directly with Rise’s face. It obviously took the redhead by surprise because she threw her hands up in defense, but it wasn’t enough to stop the full weight of Naoto’s body from landing on top of her.

The pair went down to the ground with Naoto’s mushy padding covering Rise’s face all the way to the ground where the messy nappy finished fully encompassing it. Only a faint muffled objection could be heard from underneath the plastic.