Persona 4 Regression ULTIMAX! Part 18 (Patreon)

Chie remembered what the simple swirling blackboard did to her earlier in the day, so seeing the yellow spiral materialize from the static caused her to reflexively clench her teeth. She wanted to run because just the immediate sight of it told her to get clear or cover her eyes.

She opened her mouth to say the same to the other girls and warn them of what would happen if they watched the video Izanami had put in. They didn’t know to look away when it started like she did though and just those precious seconds were enough to leave them enraptured by the mesmerizing visual.

The closest person to Chie was Rise, who’d arguably maintained the highest level of intelligence besides Naoto. Sure, she’d turned bratty about her superiority and control, but she knew how to manipulate the situations around her. You wouldn’t know any of that looking at her now.

The copper-haired idol’s eyes had completely glazed over, no longer displaying any semblance of workable intelligence. She sat there  slack-jawed, sitting with her legs crossed and the rest of her muscles completely relaxed, like she might melt into the floor beneath her at any moment. A line of drool dripped from the corner of her mouth.

Yukiko and Naoto were much the same, lost in the swirling spiral of the television.

The only other person unaffected by it in the room was Izanami, who stood staring at the three regressed women in complete satisfaction. Chie, still avoiding eye contact with the TV, looked up at her defiantly. It was harder to do than she expected. It felt like an invisible tether was trying to pull her head into alignment with the screen.

“Are you having fun watching the movie, girls?” the caretaker asked.

“Yes Ms. Nami.” they said in unison. It was a strange sound, the way they answered was almost a droning buzz that sounded automatic.

Izanami’s face turned sour when she saw Chie’s resistance to her hypnosis tape and she took a step forward toward her. “How is it that you have been the hardest one for me to regress?” she asked, “I pulled you into the other world first! You spread the status ailment to the other girls. You should have been just as dumb as Yuki-chan but here you are, the only one left with any fight.”

The divine figure’s words had dropped any pretense of the caretaker persona, fully letting Chie know she’d been right. It wasn’t a dream she’d had that first night—she’d been a victim to the god’s experimental whims.

Izanami gave her a chance to respond but it wasn't like she could. The tongue-numbing she’d experienced while in proximity to the silver-haired woman practically turned her words into mush. The spew of random consonants and vowels was more inarticulate than the hypnotized girls, who could at least give monotone answers.

Because she had to focus so much on avoiding the TV with her line of sight and its nearly irresistible pull, Chie wasn’t fast enough to wriggle out of the way of Ms. Nami moving behind her. Before she could even hope to react, the deity’s full body weight was slumping onto Chie’s shoulder. Her arms wrapped around her torso while her chin rested on Chie’s shoulder. It all felt strangely intimate: the way her breath tickled Chie’s ear, her chest pressing into her back, the way her hands started drifting down and lifting up Chie’s skirt.

“Buh?” Chie drooled in confusion, trying to turn around to face Ms. Nami. It was enough to cause her to lose focus for a split second, turning to catch the swirl on the screen directly. Once she caught that visual it was all over because no matter how much she fought to turn away, the hypnotic visual had her gaze captive.

The swirling yellow and black of the screen started to bleed beyond the borders of the old TV, engulfing the entirety of Chie’s vision. The nursery was fading away, as were her fellow investigation team members.

Only the all-consuming swirling and Izanami’s body remained. Her presence was the only thing that kept Chie anchored in this reality, the weight of her against Chie’s back, the pressure provided by her fingers as she slowly pushed into the crotch of Chie’s diaper, and the words whispered into her ears to just let go.

“It’s okay Chie-chan. You don’t need to fight me anymore. I’m not your enemy. I want to take away all the stress you feel. Wouldn’t it be so nice just to be with your friends every day, relaxing in a space where the world can’t bother you?”

Her saccharine words were tempting and only enhanced by her soft cotton rubbing into Chie’s crotch, stimulating her through the haze. She was comprehending all these sensations while her brain felt like it was turning to pudding, a slurry of mush that didn’t allow her to think, capable of doing nothing more than listening.

“You don’t even need to worry about a bathroom. You wouldn’t have to stop playing with Nao-chan or Yuki-Chan or little Risette—you could just let go in your diaper and toddle right along. You can leave all those icky problems for Ms. Nami to worry about.”

An uncontrolled moan slipped past Chie’s lips, her hips starting to move in time with Izanami’s rubbing. It was becoming so hard to think through the hypnotizing haze and the teacher's words. She almost didn’t want to try.

What was the point? She’d lost, her body going slack and submitting to the mind-numbing pleasure of being touched through her diaper and her brain melting. A twinge echoed up through her body but the concern she normally would have felt wasn’t there, her bowels moving all on their own.

Chie was still absorbed in feelings as the twinge turned to a cramp and then finally an unbearable pressure. She was about to fill her pants while Ms. Nami whispered directly into her mind and rubbed her clit through the rustling plastic shell of her diaper.

She was in ecstasy and came right as the first bulge appeared in the back of her diaper, squishing against her seat with plenty more to come.