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Persona 4 Regression ULTIMAX! Part 8
🕑 Added 2022-07-16 19:01:01 +0000 UTCWith her commemorative humiliating sticker ritual finished following the thunderous accident in her pants and the stinky corner time done, Ms. Nami took Chie’s hand and led her the rest of the way to the changing table. “I’ll bet you’re ready to get out of that stinky diaper huh?”
Chie crossed her arms, turning away from Ms. Nami with a huff. “Yes…” she said, grumbling towards the floor. The attitude didn’t seem to bother the teacher in the slightest. With a slight grunt, she picked Chie up by her waist, yet despite the noise denoting exertion the woman didn’t seem to struggle with Chie’s weight.
There was no straining needed to lift Chie off the ground. The woman’s hands gripped her sides firmly without applying too much pressure and then before she knew it she was in the air with her body flying toward the changing table. The momentum frightened Chie a little, it was almost like Ms. Nami was going to body slam her into the table but at the last second she slowed, landing softly on the vinyl mat with only the slight squish of her diaper being the audible sound.
Chie’s eyes went wide as she soared through the air, but when she landed as softly as she did she was shaken, the presence of her former attitude gone. She was in awe at the strength of the daycare worker, the act leaving completely slack-jawed. Before she’d even collected herself and remembered what was happening the snap crotch of her onesie was open and Ms. Nami’s thumbs were flicking up the tapes of her diapers.
Chie got out a “hey wait—” before the sound of four diaper tapes ripping loudly drowned out her weak protesting.
*SKKKRRRP* *SKKKRRRP* *SKKKRRRP* *SKKKRRRP*
The seal was broken as Ms. Nami opened the diaper, revealing the accident Chie’s left inside.
“Oh my,” the caretaker exclaimed, bringing her hand to her mouth, “perhaps you should have gotten two lightning bolt stickers, you made a much bigger mess than Miss Yukiko.”
From the side of the changing table came a snicker, a tittering laugh that drew Chie’s attention away from the looming figure above her. “Was Ms. Nami always so tall?” she wondered briefly before turning her head to see Rise looking at her up close. Her eyes were full of teasing mischief and the corners of a huge smile peaked up over the edge of the changing mat.
“Phew,” Rise said, stepping back from the changing table and waving her hand in front of her nose, “Chie-chan sure is stinky, I can’t believe she’s already gotten a messy sticker too. I promise, Ms. Nami, you won’t need to change any stinky diapers from me!”
The caretaker laughed as they brought wipes to Chie’s bottom, running the cooling fabric across her bottom and thighs to clear away the stink of her mess that clung to her skin.
“That’s very kind of you little Risette,” Ms. Nami said, winking at her, “but I’m gonna say we should wait and see how that goes.”
Chie was too embarrassed to fire off a retort. She could only hide her face in her hands, trying to conceal her burning blush from the pair. Meanwhile, the teasing tone of her “friend” continued through the change.
Chie’s accident was cleaned from her bottom and Ms. Nami had disposed of her used nappy. It landed in the pail with a sickening plop before the lid of the diaper genie closed, locking the sight and smell away from the rest of the nursery.
“Why even bother putting her in a new diaper? She’ll just fill that one too,” Rise said, walking around Ms. Nami with a superior strut, “You should have just left her like she was.”
The silver-haired caretaker ignored Rise’s yammering while she kneaded her palms into the skin of Chie’s thighs, essentially giving them a deep tissue massage while she applied the baby oil to soothe any irritation.
Chie found this to be helpful in calming her down as well, tuning out the world around them while the strong hands of the caretaker applied pressure to her thighs, the area above her groin, the delicate folds of her privates, and all over her bottom. Without even realizing it Chie’s eyes had closed and she was letting out a series of libidinous sounds while losing herself to Ms. Nami’s touch.
When the gentle pressure withdrew Chie only heard one very annoying and shill sound: a bratty “ew” in her ear. Rise had returned to the space next to her head, occupying the space directly next to her ear.
At this Ms. Nami sighed—even with her immense patience she was getting tired of the pampered pop-star’s idol attitude. “Risette, why don’t you come help me. Chie here needs some powder. Do you think you can do that for me?”
Rise perked up at this, running to the end of the table excitedly. Ms. Nami handed her the bottle of powder. “Okay,” she directed, pointing at Chie’s exposed waist, “now very carefu—”
She didn’t even have a chance to finish the sentence before Rise Squeezed the bottle, blasting Chie directly in the face with a puff of powder. The brunette sputtered, trying to breathe through the intensely sweet smell she was forced to inhale as it hung in the air around her face.
“Hey!” she exclaimed between coughs, staring daggers at Rise while Ms. Nami wrestled the bottle back from her.
“All right,” the caretaker said, “that’s enough, I’ll finish up here. Why don’t you go play with Yukiko.”
Rise ran off at the direction of the woman, leaving her alone to finish up Chie’s change. The baby powder was reapplied, and a fresh diaper—a green one with black lines and yellow tapes—was taped around her waist.
It was a surprising relief to be re-diapered, at least now she wasn’t exposed to the whole room and Rise had no reason to make fun of her. Speaking of which, as soon as Chie’s feet hit the carpeted floor of the nursery her copper-colored twin tails were bouncing towards them.
She stopped and tugged on the white smock Ms. Nami was wearing, looking up at the teacher wantingly. “Ms. Nami, can I have the potty I needa go…”
“Of course you can, dear. Can you hold it while I go fetch it?”
Chie was flabbergasted and balled her fists up while staring at the caretaker.
“The WHAT!?” she asked.
