Persona 4 Regression ULTIMAX! Part 15 (Patreon)

Chie would have laughed at the comical display under normal circumstances, but at the moment she found no humor in seeing one friend escape her entrapment only to have another stuck in a similar way.

She rushed forward, aiming to try and free Rise from underneath Naoto’s mushy tush before she suffocated from what was surely an oppressive stink. Chie could smell the accident fairly well from ten feet away, and she preferred to not imagine how bad it must be having it shoved directly against her nose like that.

She threw caution to the wind and decided to help despite Ms. Nami cursing and commanding everyone to freeze behind her. She couldn’t just let Rise asphyxiate underneath Naoto.

Getting closer revealed some answers, like why the ace detective herself hadn’t moved from her spot after so long. Naoto’s face was blank, wearing the same dazed expression you'd expect to see on someone without a thought in their head. With an uncertain hand, Chie reached forward.

“Uh, Naoto? You okay?”

The blue-haired detective turned to Chie, making eye contact. The spark of cunning she’d seen earlier when Naoto was trying to relay the plan to her was gone. Replaced with the empty, dazed expression.

Rise wasn't sitting idly while this all happened. She squirmed underneath her muddled friend's bottom, her feet sliding across the floor mats as she tried to get traction but the soft socks she wore provided none. Her attempts to push the diaper off of her were equally fruitless.

She tried to bring her hands up against the back of the diaper, but because it wasn’t a solid surface her hands just kept pushing into it, sinking into the brown-tainted padding that’d already engulfed her face.

Seeing that she was getting nowhere Chie reached forward, placing her hands under Naoto’s armpits and putting everything she had into lifting the mindless baby girl up. It was a lot of effort, enough to earn a grunt from Chie.

Even worse for Rise was that even when Naoto started to rise the diaper on her face didn’t immediately disappear, only the pressure did. The crotch of the padding still drooped against her face until Naoto finally got her feet underneath her.

The seat of Naoto’s diaper finally lifted away from Rise’s face allowing the red-haired brat a moment to breathe fresh air. Chie heard it clearly—the relieved deep inhale of air like she’d just been saved from drowning.

“I’ll get you out of there Rise!” Chie declared, cringing a little at the way her voice pitched up childishly.

All the sudden Naoto wiggled a little in Chie’s hands, causing her to divert attention from Rise back to her. Naoto’s face was no longer blank—in fact, there was a twinge as she was being pulled up and she made eye contact with Chie.

Then in a sudden burst she wiggled to life, an explosion of movement that was accompanied by volatile laughter.

“Che-Che! You’re tickling me! Staaaahhhp!” Naoto hollered and writhed, apparently feeling the pressure of Chie’s hands as some of the most intense tickling she’d ever experienced.

Chie’s grip was tenuous at best and the girl's bucking in her arms only served to make pulling her away from Rise more difficult.

“Rise, move now!” Chie called, feeling her hands slip out from their spot underneath Naoto’s arms.

She could see the form under Naoto moving. Trying to scoot out with what little room Chie had granted her. “Don’t you drop he—”

Rise couldn’t get the rest of that sentence out before Chie's grip slipped, letting the wiggly baby girl slip free. Unfortunately she hadn’t gotten out from under her in time, leaving the perfect landing pad for Naoto’s messy diaper to loudly squelch on top of… again.

Chie was mortified but stood frozen in horror, realizing she likely wasn’t going to be much help if she tried again. All that and Naoto was much more active than when she’d pulled from the T.V.

What’d been a blank slate earlier was now filled with hysterical joy. She was giggly and bouncy beyond belief despite the flailing form underneath her. From where Chie was standing that might have even been egging her on because each thrash of movement from Rise earned another little bounce from Naoto.

Now, as if Ms. Nami’s instruction had fully set in, Chie remained frozen in place too scared to move lest she make another mistake. From the other side of the duo on the floor, Yukiko stood completely still, observing with wide eyes.

“THAT IS ENOUGH!” Ms. Nami bellowed from the doorway, stomping across the nursery.

Her voice had filled the room like a thunderclap, startling each of the girls—except Rise given that she had no way to see through the shit-filled, nappy engulfing her face—to attention.

The teacher’s pathway led her straight to Naoto, and she snatched her up as though she weighed nothing. Chie was amazed, unable to believe that after she’d struggled so much this woman could not only pick another grown adult up but had the strength to carry her on her hip like an infant.

For her part Naoto cooed pleasantly, enjoying the attention. Rise meanwhile took in several deep gulping breaths, relishing her release from underneath her nursery mate’s butt. Yukiko still said nothing, watching everything unfold with burning interest that Chie couldn’t understand.

“What’s wrong with her?” she wondered, trying to discern why her friend hadn’t helped her to lift Naoto off Rise.

She couldn’t wonder long because Ms. Nami’s fury soon demanded their attention. “I can’t believe you girls!” she said, still bouncing a messy Naoto on her hip. “Not only did you pull out the TV without permission but poor Nao-chan got stuck inside.”

“And she sat on me!” Rise said indignantly, finally pulling herself up from the floor after several minutes.

To everyone’s surprise Ms. Nami turned to Rise but she wasn’t sympathetic to her plight. “Well if you’d have stopped her maybe that wouldn’t have happened. The way I see it, Rise-chan, you got your just deserts!"

This surprised Chie, who’d only heard praise toward her bratty friend for everything she did.

Rise seemed similarly surprised because her mouth fell open in shock.