As stated in the comments of Percy and Thalia, this is the story revolving around Clarisse and Annabeth.
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"You cheated!" Annabeth accused, though it sounded more like a petulant whine than a heated accusation.
"I did not," Clarisse returned smugly. "I won fair and square, and now you have to obey the terms we agreed upon."
"Chiron~!" It was definitely a whine this time. "She cheated and you know it!"
"Annabeth, I was watching the game the whole time, I can safely say that Clarisse committed now foul acts," the centaur said in a calm, level voice, the kind used to explain to toddlers why stealing was a no-no.
"Well—then—one of her siblings must have cheated—or…or someone else on her team!" Annabeth fumbled with her words.
Clarisse smirked, ever smug and superior. "Nope. Face it, Bird Brain, you just can't handle the fact that you lost in a totally legitimate way because your boyfriend wasn't here, and now your own terms are getting turned on you. Honestly, what kind of a hero can't be honest with herself and humbly admit defeat, and then honor her own agreement? For shame."
Annabeth's face burned crimson at the truth.
It was still the summer of the Giant War, the war itself having ended a few weeks ago, and school was once again looming on the horizon. Percy was in town doing an early birthday thing with Paul, since the teacher was due to be in another state for a conference the week of Percy's birthday, so Annabeth's typical CTF strategy of placing her team's flag next to the creek and letting Percy guard it had to be amended. Still, even though she'd compensated for Percy's absence, she'd still lost to Clarisse and her team.
That wouldn't have been so much of a problem, as that happened sometimes, it was just that this particular time there had been a wager made. Clarisse had pulled a prank on Annabeth, pantsing her and giving her a wedgie right in the middle of breakfast earlier today, showing the whole camp Annabeth's childish Rainbow Dash panties. In response to the immature act, Annabeth had levied a wager against her rival, that the loser of the upcoming afternoon CTF game got to be treated by the winner as an "immature brat too young for panties for the rest of the day," since Clarisse had been so keen on showing off Annabeth's underwear.
The exact meaning behind that phrase was left to creative interpretation, but that hadn't stopped Annabeth from hissing her entire plan for Clarisse in the war child's face before the teams separated, and now here Annabeth was, the loser, the wager sworn on the Styx as a binding agreement.
"I trust I don't need to remind you that we swore on the Styx?" Clarisse grinned, as if having read Annabeth's mind.
"You did swear on the Styx, Annabeth," Chiron reminded her.
The humongous pile of salt in the wound was the fact that this conversation was taking place right after the victory conch shell had been sounded, and so everyone was gathered here right now, watching the interaction between the two strongest girls of Camp Half-Blood. For that matter, the two strongest demigods, period.
Annabeth shifted and swore she saw the nearby creek water go dark, a little pair of eyes staring at her expectantly, as if the Lady Styx was now present and ready to doll out punishment for a broken oath on her name. Annabeth shuddered as she recalled the River Styx, which brought up memories of Tartarus, which brought up comparison thoughts between being humiliated by Clarisse and spending an eternity in endless torment.
Stamping her foot once, shutting her eyes tight, taking a deep breath, straightening her back, holding up her chin, Annabeth released her breath and opened her eyes, revealing the hard grey orbs that struck fear into unruly kids and deadly monsters alike. Clarisse just smirked.
"Whatever," Annabeth said. "Let's just get this over with."
Her face was brave enough and her voice was level enough, but her heart was thumping hard on the inside, mind wild with scenarios and possibilities regarding what Clarisse was going to make her do. "Rest of the day" had been the time slot given, and since it wasn't even four in the afternoon yet, that meant about another five hours before the sun's light was totally gone, meaning Annabeth was in for a hard time.
Clarisse grinned. "Put your thumb in your mouth," she announced, eliciting giggles and snickers from everyone.
Annabeth put her thumb in her mouth, glowering at her tormentor, refusing to show weakness or fear, only loathing.
Clarisse walked over. "Hold my finger and don't even think of trying to break it or pull it or run away."
She held out her finger, just like a mother with her small child when crossing the street. Annabeth grabbed it with her free hand, and proceeded to follow behind the smirking Clarisse as she began strolling through the woods, the campers following behind, jeering, laughing, making jokes, and shouting suggestions as to what Clarisse could do to Annabeth.
Clarisse ignored them all, though her smirk increased depending on what idea was thrown at her, clearly delighted by the imagination of her extensive family of cousins. Annabeth's face was burning cherry red behind her thumb at what she was hearing, her only solace being that none of her siblings were pitching in with ideas.
She could be a strict big sister, and she knew that her younger siblings were absolutely loving this.
Clarisse marched Annabeth across the campgrounds, thumb in her mouth and holding the war child's finger, all the way to the camp store, which was currently being overseen by Argus. The door shut behind the two girls, and though the crowd gathered at the windows, Clarisse hit a switch that made all the blinds shut and the doors lock, giving them total privacy aside from Argus, but he wasn't ever going to say anything about anything that he saw.
Clarisse grinned at Annabeth. "Like an immature brat too young for panties, you said? Well, I think immature brats need a bit of discipline in their lives, especially ones that shout lies and try to worm their way out their deals."
Clarisse's hand moved faster than a striking cobra, going from being gripped in Annabeth's hand to grabbing the blonde's wrist. The daughter of Ares yanked Annabeth across the store to where the fitting rooms were, took a seat, and jerked her across her lap. Clarisse instantly adjusted, pinning Annabeth's legs between her thighs and bracing her arm across the wisdom child's back, pressing her against her body while grabbing her upper arm.
Clarisse had Annabeth totally locked in place.
Annabeth still had her thumb in her mouth, but now she was sucking on it, rapidly, because she knew what was coming. Clarisse rubbed her hand across Annabeth's clothed butt, making the blonde tense and the brunette chuckle. Then, with a single, violent yank, Clarisse grabbed hold of Annabeth's shorts and panties and ripped them clean from her body, making her cry out from behind her thumb.
Clarisse laughed, dropping the shorts and holding up the ripped panties, torn at the sides. Annabeth had changed her underwear since her wedgie this morning, ditching her Rainbow Dash undies for a pair of more mature ones, a light grey bikini cut with Calvin Klein written across the waistband.
"Oh, man!" Clarisse exclaimed. "Who taught you how to wipe your ass? Look!"
Clarisse dangled Annabeth's panties right in front of her face, making sure she got not only a nose-full of her dirty underwear, soaked in sweat and rank with the smell of crotch and butt, but also an eyeful of the brown smudge there in the seat of her panties.
"I know we're just playing, but maybe you really are too immature for panties if you can't wipe good enough to keep crap stains out of them. Does Percy know his strong, scary girlfriend has poo-poo stains in her undies?" Clarisse asked in a mocking tone, making Annabeth flush bright red.
"Wuzsh in a huwwy," she defended around her thumb.
"There's no rush when it comes to proper hygiene," Clarisse said academically, like a school nurse admonishing a kindergarten girl for not wiping her butt and now she had a diaper rash. "Now I really think you need some discipline."
Clarisse tossed the ripped up and smelly panties aside, and Annabeth tensed.
SMACK!
Annabeth squealed behind her thumb as Clarisse's hand came down across her plump, muscular ass. She squirmed and jerked, but Clarisse really was the stronger demigod, with more muscle, a different training regimen, and a father that was more inclined for brutal, vicious combat.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
Annabeth jumped at each strike, Clarisse easily holding her firm, eyes starting to brim with tears, her cheeks and throat working hard as she sucked on her thumb as a way to escape the pain of her spanking.
Clarisse laughed as she kept bringing her hand down, alternating Annabeth's cheeks. "Gods above! With the way you're bouncing, it's almost like you've never been spanked in your life! Huh? Is that it? Is this Widdle Bethy's very first spanky-wanky? HAHAHAHA!"
Clarisse brought hand down again and again, striking the same spot over and over with expert precision, until there were perfect, alabaster white imprints of her hand across Annabeth's ass, framed by glowing red skin. Annabeth was legitimately crying now, just like any other naughty little girl that got a spanking from her mommy.
Of course, the funny thing was, this was Annabeth's very first spanking. She'd never acted out as a child to warrant such punishment, and even after she ran away and made it to camp, she'd never been given a spanking aside from the odd slap to her butt the same way athletes did to each other.
"Right," Clarisse chirped, "now that we've made sure the immature brat knows what's going to happen if she doesn't behave like a good little girl, we can take care of the too young for panties part."
Hearing that, Annabeth's face, red from crying, paled considerably.
Clarisse hauled the blonde up, her butt blistered and stinging, and she poked her head out of the dressing room. "Eyes closed, Argus! Every one of them!"
Annabeth felt only a smidgen better, because her crotch was exposed for anyone to see.
"That's so cute," Clarisse smirked when she turned around and actually saw Annabeth's naked parts, referring to the trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair just above the girl's clit.
Color returned to Annabeth's face when she blushed.
Clarisse, holding her by the wrist, pulled Annabeth along. She was still sucking her thumb as Clarisse went through the store, having grabbed a little handbasket along the way to put her desired items in for Annabeth's punishment.
"Look at this t-shirt! It's got your favorite character on it!"
Annabeth looked away as Clarisse tossed the item into the basket. It was a white shirt with flutter sleeves and Rainbow Dash on the front, the pony inscribed within a heart-shaped rainbow, beaming, wings and limbs spread wide in a joyous jump, framed by little red hearts and sparkles, with words on it in big, blocky, white letters: Pride is Magic, and a matching pair of blue dolphin shorts. The outfit was clearly made for an active girl.
Clarisse went to another section, the shoes, and struck gold. "These are perfect!"
Rainbow Dash light-up shoes, somehow in Annabeth's size. Clarisse added them to the basket.
Another section, the baby section this time. Yes, the camp store had a baby section, with diapers, pull-ups, bedwetting things, powders, lotions, formula mixes, bottles, sippy cups, safety cups, and pacifiers, in the event that a camper brought a baby with them, or two campers got really stupid, or a camper came in that had issues or just needed the protection. Annabeth kept her eyes glued on her shoes the whole time, trying to ignore her naked vulva as Clarisse exposed her. Granted, there was no one here, but that didn't mean Annabeth felt any less humiliated at having her privates showing.
Clarisse tossed in powder, a sippy cup with MLP characters on it, and she let out a gasp when she grabbed one thing. It was a pacifier, supersized, the shield, button, and ring the same shade of blue as Rainbow Dash, the shield covered in a patterned rainbow of plastic jewels, and the button had a sticker on it that displayed Rainbow's symbol, the cloud with lightning bolt-shaped rainbow coming out of it. There was even a matching clip and lanyard that came with it, white with the symbol running the length.
"Perfect!" Clarisse laughed. "Take your thumb and say ah."
Annabeth took her wet and wrinkled thumb out of her mouth. "Ahhh…" she said lamely.
Clarisse hushed her up by putting the pacifier in, and she clipped it to the front of Annabeth's camp t-shirt. Annabeth looked at the ground demurely.
"Oh, chin up, Miss Grumpy. You look adorable!" Clarisse pinched Annabeth's cheek, and then looked down the shelves.
"Now for the piece de resistance," she said with a French accent, once she pulled off very well with her French heritage, la Rue.
Clarisse led Annabeth down the diaper isle, starting from the end with newborn diapers, going down past the progressing ages through crawler, toddler, and she paused at the potty-training section with the pull-ups, a genuine laugh of surprise leaving her.
"Look at these!"
Clarisse pulled a package off the shelf, purple and white, that proclaimed the brand as "Well Beginnings." The package also proudly displayed its partnership with Hasbro, and that the designs on the 4T-5T girls' training diapers were of My Little Pony, and on the back of the package showed just what those specific designs were. Both designs featured, poetically enough, Rainbow Dash.
Annabeth felt lightheaded. It was just a pair of underwear that she only put on when struck by a particularly wild hair—how in Hades did the camp store suddenly became loaded up with Rainbow Dash paraphernalia!?
"As cute as these are, though," Clarisse said with a lucid smirk, "I doubt they'll fit over that huge ass of yours."
"Naw thah hooj…" Annabeth mumbled around her pacifier.
Clarisse put the pull-ups back on the shelf and took three more steps down the way and grabbed a different package off the shelf. "But these are just perfect!"
Annabeth's heart sank a little. It was a package of L/XL Goodnites, purple and pink, declaring that they were the "#1 Nighttime Underwear!" and were "40% more absorbent than the leading 4T-5T training pants!" which Annabeth found redundant since this was a diaper meant for a girl in her early teens at the most. She would hope it was more absorbent than a diaper meant for a five-year-old girl.
Annabeth idly wondered how much the little Hispanic-looking girl on the front of the package, pulling her covers up to her chest while beaming at the camera, got paid to have her face slapped across the packaging for a bedwetting product, and if she faced any bullying for it when the other kids saw her face when they went to the store and had to go down the baby section for whatever reason.
"Look!" Clarisse turned the package over, and on the back were pictures of the two designs of the underpants within. "It's got a little owl on it~!" she sing-songed.
One design was purple with butterflies, the other was white with a pattern of multi-colored flowers, and yes, there in the front below where the bellybutton would be, was a cartoon owl.
So much blood was rushing to Annabeth's recently as she just blushing over and over, that she considered it nothing short of miraculous that she didn't have blood leaking out of her eyes, ears, or nose.
"I think that's everything. Cute outfit, shoes, pacifier, diapers, changing stuff—everything an immature brat too young for panties needs. Can you think of anything else we need to get for you?"
Annabeth rapidly shook her head, causing her blonde curls to fly back and forth.
"Oh, that reminds me!" Clarisse dragged Annabeth through the store and picked up a thing of ponytails. "Now we're all set to get you dressed."
Clarisse once again dragged Annabeth along by the wrist, this time up to the front counter, where Argus, still with all of his eyes closed, deftly rang up all of the stuff in the basket. Clarisse casually reached in her pocket, pulling Annabeth's drachma purse out, and paid for it all with Annabeth's money.
Clarisse looked back at her glowering submissive. "What? You lost. Your wager. Your punishment. Your money. Or are you angry that you didn't notice me pick your pocket before I spanked you?"
Annabeth's glower intensified.
"Yeah, pay better attention next time."
Clarisse smacked Annabeth's butt, making her jump and squeal since she was still very sensitive and sore.
Clarisse put all of the stuff back in her basket and led Annabeth back to the dressing room, her discarded shorts and dirty panties still on the floor.
Clarisse unclipped the pacifier but didn't take it out. "Arms up—good girl!"
The camp t-shirt came off and was replaced with the Rainbow Dash one. It was a perfect fit, the flutter sleeves and Annabeth's humiliation contrasting sharply with the serious portrait of Rainbow Dash on the front jumping for joy, saying pride is magic.
"Sit down," Clarisse ordered, to which Annabeth fervently shook her head due to her stinging seat. "Alright, then hold my shoulders."
Clarisse got down on a knee and went for Annabeth's sneakers. The blonde did indeed steady herself on the other girl's shoulders, complying with raising her foot, then the other, so they could be taken off.
"Now, for this next part, you're going to need to turn around," Clarisse smiled, this time downright evilly.
Annabeth paled, knowing exactly what this part was about. She took out her pacifier. "Clarisse, please, not that!"
"…did you just take out your pacifier without my permission?" the daughter of Ares asked in a flat, dangerous tone.
Annabeth instantly popped the nipple back into her mouth, shaking her head, eyes wide in fear.
"Good, I didn't think so. If you did, I'd have to use my belt on your butt instead of my hand."
Annabeth cringed at the thought of that level of blistering pain.
"I don't see what you're so nervous about. You obviously had no problems about doing all of this to me, since you were kind enough to outline your whole plan to me earlier today before the game. Now turn around and be a good girl…or else."
Hubris spiked through Annabeth. This wasn't fair, dammit! This whole thing was supposed to be reversed! It was Clarisse that should've been spanked; Clarisse who should've been paraded through the camp, sucking her thumb; Clarisse who should've been dragged through the store, naked privates showing; Clarisse who should've been turning around for this, not her! Not Annabeth, the girl who held the sky and saved Olympus, of which she was the Grand Architect! Not Annabeth, who followed the Mark of Athena, secured the Athena Parthenos, braved Tartarus, and played a pivotal role in stopping Gaea and saving the world!
She was one of the greatest heroes ever! She wasn't supposed to another demigoddess's submissive bitch!
Yet here she was, spanked, exposed, sucking a pacifier, wearing a childish t-shirt, a package of diapers and light-up shoes waiting to be put on her, obediently turning around as ordered.
Annabeth winced when she heard the tearing of cardboard, followed by the sound of tearing plastic.
"Count them," Clarisse said, "aloud, around your little paci."
Annabeth felt Clarisse spread her stinging butt cheeks, and winced when she heard the girl whistle.
"Woooooow, and here I thought you were the type to keep your ass shaved smooth."
"O-Only when Purshy an' I have sh-shex," Annabeth explained with a stutter. "I don' wike thuh ishy fee'ing when it gwoes back."
"Really? Same with me and Chris. Now count."
Annabeth cringed when Clarisse pushed the first little thing up inside of her butt. She hated butt-stuff. She didn't mind having her butt grabbed, groped, or kneaded by Percy when they were alone in private, and she didn't at all mind doing all the same to his butt, but when it came to their buttholes, you could forget it. Annabeth didn't want to touch Percy's butthole or put anything of hers inside his butt, and she likewise wanted him to have nothing to do with her own butthole—not fingers, not tongue, not penis, not even toys. Buttholes were gross, nasty, smelly, and were only there to expel fecal material, not be used for any type of sexual activities.
And now here was Clarisse, pushing something up into Annabeth's butthole.
"O-One," the blonde counted.
Then another.
"T-Two."
And another.
"T-Twee."
And the last one in the package.
"F-F-Four."
Four white, little, bullet shaped Dulcolax suppositories, all now pushed deep into Annabeth's poor colon. She could already feel them starting to work….
"Ewww! Na~sty!" said Clarisse. "Turn around and look at this!"
Annabeth had a pretty good idea what she was referring to, and while she did not want to look, she also didn't want another spanking. Annabeth turned around and got a finger in her face, a finger that was covered in a light sheen of brownish gunk. The blonde recoiled at the smell.
"What's with that face?" Clarisse laughed. "It's your asshole."
A typical rough and tough child, instead of going to wash her hands with soap and water after she'd been putting her finger up inside another's person anal canal, Clarisse just grabbed Annabeth's discarded camp shirt and wiped her finger off on the orange fabric. Annabeth made a mental note to throw that away when she got the chance.
"And what are you going to do with those, based on what you said you were going to do to me?" Clarisse asked, less mirthful.
"H-Hold them until…until oo 'ave an aki-dent…"
"Yep," Clarisse chirped, punctuating the syllable with another spank, eliciting another flinch and pained moan.
Annabeth watched as Clarisse ripped open the package of Goodnites, pulling out one of the pull-ups that was white and had the flowers and the owl on it. Clarisse held it open and Annabeth put one foot in, then the other, then Clarisse sprinkled powder along the inside, and up into place went the bedwetting pants, a perfect, snug fit on Annabeth's lithe, muscular, toned, trim, athletic legs. Then went up the matching shorts to her t-shirt, Goodnite crinkling and rustling under the material, and then finally her light-up shoes with Velcro straps instead of laces. To finish the look, Clarisse undid Annabeth's ponytail, letting her blonde princess curls fall around her head, and redid her hair up in curly pigtails.
On top of looking ready for preschool, Annabeth had a gurgling tummy, the suppositories doing their work.
"You are the cutest thing ever!" Clarisse gushed mockingly.
Annabeth looked down at her shoes, too embarrassed and humiliated to say anything, but her shoes didn't offer any comfort with their pastel blue color and stylized rainbow patterns. To add insult to injury, Clarisse handed Annabeth the sippy cup and the Goodnites package, making her hold them and keep them while she put everything else away in her drawstring Nike bag.
"Right. It's a little after 1700, meaning I'm late to teach my wrestling class, and since you're an immature brat too young for panties, that means that you have to come with me so I can keep an eye on you so you don't get into trouble."
And also because that was part of the wager, the loser had to stick with the winner, but that was intentionally left out.
Annabeth's heart thumped in her chest as Clarisse made her grab her finger again, and she was led out of the dressing room towards the door.
"Thanks, Argus!" Clarisse called to the multi-eyed man.
Without any kind of preamble or build up, the daughter of war pushed the door open and out they went. Right into the middle of every camper in attendance.
Clapping, whistling, cheering, laughing and jeering broke out against Annabeth and her Rainbow Dash outfit and pigtails and clipped pacifier and sippy cup and package of Goodnites.
"Oh, it gets better!" Clarisse called over the noise.
She unceremoniously pantsed Annabeth for the second time that day and lifted her shirt up for everyone to see her new underwear.
"ANNABETH'S WEARING A DIAPER!"
The laughing intensified to levels so high that many broke into tears and were left gasping for breath, falling over and having to lean on their nearby buddies for support.
"And she's gonna crap in it here pretty soon," Clarisse whispered gleefully in Annabeth's ear, unheard by anyone else due to the cacophony.
Annabeth's stomach rumbled, making her clench her butthole to avoid an accident right then and there. It was bad enough she was on display for everyone right now, so what would certainly destroy her forever was pooping her diaper in front of everyone. At that moment, Annabeth started making plans for escaping Clarisse and getting to a toilet, and damage control plans if she failed and had an accident in a more public setting.
"Will all of you please shut it!" an irritated voice boomed over the laughter and other noise, bringing silence to the camp. Mr. D rubbed his temple. "Yes, yes, a teenage girl wearing a diaper isn't something you see everyday unless you're dealing with some form of disability. All of you clear out and get to your activities. It's still an hour until dinner and the idiotic campfire. NOW SCRAM! Or you'll all be wearing diapers for the rest of your lives!"
The campers quickly vacated the camp store, and Clarisse fast-marched across the grounds to the combat arena, slightly pale at Mr. D's threat. Annabeth only felt a small bit of satisfaction from Clarisse's fear, her stomach rolling too much to allow her to feel anything except an impending feeling of doom for her pants.
Clarisse's wrestling class went over in a manner smoother than what Annabeth thought it would. She plopped Annabeth down over by herself and gave her a coloring book and some crayons, and then she whipped the class into shape. Clarisse's might've been out to revel in Annabeth's humiliation, but she was also very strict and serious when it came to her wrestling class, and she wouldn't tolerate any slacking or distracted people, even if it was for the sake of snickering and joking about the big, bad, scary Annabeth sucking a pacifier with her hair up in pigtails, a sippy cup next to her and plenty of changes for the diaper she was wearing under her Rainbow Dash clothes.
The wrestling lasted until the conch horn sounded for dinner, and Annabeth was made to sit at the Ares table under Clarisse's supervision. Her sippy cup was filled with grape juice, and where everyone else got knives and forks, Annabeth got chicken nuggets and a bowl of applesauce…no spoon.
The Rainbow Dash bib that came with her meal made it quite clear what she was expected to do, and the way Clarisse smirked made it abundantly clear that she was expected to do just that. Clarisse attached the bib.
"Eat up, baby."
Hesitantly, Annabeth did just that, using her left hand to grab chicken nuggets and drink from her sippy, and her right hand for the applesauce, dipping her fingers into the mush and scooping however much she could to her mouth, which was about as messy as you could imagine, with goop falling off and getting on her chin and around her lips, making the Ares kids snicker at the messy-faced Annabeth Chase.
Whose butthole was straining to keep clenched and prevent this nastier mess out of her underwear.
Clarisse periodically dabbed at Annabeth's face with her bib, and the nature spirits came by and refilled the humiliated girl's sippy cup. All of this fluid was starting to work her bladder, and as it got full, it pressed on her colon, and her colon back against her bladder, and so she was seriously about to burst.
Dinner ended and everyone went to the campfire for smores and the singalong, with beads of sweat from the strain beginning to appear across Annabeth's brow. She started sucking on her pacifier, a death grip on her Goodnites and her sippy cup as a way of fighting the battle.
"Does someone need to go potty?" Clarisse asked.
Annabeth rapidly nodded her head, hoping Clarisse would take her to a toilet. No such luck.
"Too bad. Part of potty training a little girl is to teach her how to hold it, because you won't always be able to stop everything and go potty. The pull-ups are in case she can't hold it long enough. Besides, you're not really a little girl, are you, Annabeth? You're a big girl, aren't you, despite your outfit and paci? Well, if you are a big girl, you'll hold it. Only about two more hours till the sun goes down!" Clarisse finished cheerily.
Annabeth knew she was not going to last another two hours with an accident. Not without some drastic measures. Weighing her options, she decided on a course of action.
Sitting down with Clarisse and the Ares cabin, Annabeth, as discreetly as she could, started to release her bladder in small spurts, hot jets of pee hitting her padding, making it warm and swell as it absorbed her urine bit by bit. Annabeth didn't think about how she was willingly wetting a diaper, just about how with each bit of pee that left her, it was that much less pressure on her bowels. Eventually, Annabeth managed to empty her bladder of most of its volume, to the point that it wasn't a bother anymore, and she definitely needed a change just because of how soaked she was.
She wasn't entirely sure she hadn't leaked, and it was going to be everything she could do to keep the wet spot hidden if that was the case.
The campfire passed after another hour, making it one more to go until the sun vanished under the horizon. It was free time, the campers allowed to do whatever they fancied for the next hour before the curfew and the cleaning harpies got to have open season on any campers still outside of their cabins.
Clarisse decided to use that hour to make money by offering photo ops with the toddler-fied Annabeth, as she had planned to do with Clarisse had their situations been reversed. It took everything Annabeth had to keep from pooping herself as she was posed this way and that. Luckily, there was no wet spot on her shorts, so her Goodnite absorbed all of her pee earlier, and it was nothing short of an act of the Fates that Clarisse did not permit any shortless shots, just a few pictures with Annabeth's shorts lowered in some places. Because of that, no one knew that Annabeth's Goodnite was soaking wet.
The sun got lower and lower, and Annabeth could feel the battle coming to an end. She was either about to totally mess herself, or she was going to be able to run for the potty and probably clog the plumbing. The four suppositories had melted and churned up her guts, making her poop all gooey and loose and ready to come out now.
Lower and lower went the sun…lower and lower…lower and lower…then, finally.
"Alright," Clarisse chirped with a smile. "Get to your cabins, all of you! Show's over, and unless you want to spend the night in one of these diapers, you'll move it!"
No one needed any further encouragement, and everyone was speeding for their cabins, making it with minutes to spare. Soon, it was just the two girls alone outside with the last waning light of the sun casting shadows across the camp.
Annabeth had a begging look on her face from behind her pacifier, pleading with her eyes to released from this punishment so she could relieve herself like a proper young woman, and not a naughty little girl.
"Need to go potty?"
Annabeth whined behind her pacifier at the deliberately stupid question.
"Okay, let's take you to the potty."
Clarisse held out her finger and Annabeth grabbed it, once again sucking on her pacifier to try and ease the tension in her butt. Clarisse took her time getting to the toilets that were there in the middle of the campgrounds, the same ones that she tried to swirly Percy in years ago only to get drenched in toilet water when he ruptured the plumbing. Annabeth felt a bit of dread creep into her, fearing that what Clarisse meant by taking her to the potty was to shove her head into the potty.
She glanced at the sun, noting how low it was, and started a mental countdown. Based on the rate of descent, it should be down in a few minutes. If it came to pass that Clarisse did indeed try to swirly Annabeth, but the sun had gone down, ending this day of punishment, then Annabeth could fight back.
It never actually came down to that, because when they got to the camp restrooms, there was a sign on the doors.
"Oh, would you look at that!" Clarisse gasped dramatically. "Closed for cleaning. Darn it. Guess we'll have to find some other potty for you."
Annabeth was unwilling to got through that, and when she saw how low the sun was, she moved.
Clarisse yelped when her legs were swept out from under her, leaving her to land on her back. Anger surged through her, and when she made to get up and beat Annabeth's ass so hard it started bleeding, her face was filled with nothing but Annabeth's ass.
PRRRRRRRRBT
If this were a videogame, Clarisse's status would've changed to Poisoned and Paralyzed after Annabeth ripped the ripest fart of the year right into the war child's nose. It wasn't just a fart though. Five hours, four suppositories, and the accumulation of breakfast, lunch, and dinner rushed out of Annabeth's aching butthole, her sphincter singing the praises of Jesus at finally being granted relief and relaxation after so much strain.
With three hard pushes, Annabeth cleared her colon, her Goodnite loaded beyond capacity with the gooey mess having pushed its way up her crack towards the waistband, forward across her privates, and still accumulated so much that her shorts were visibly bulging and sagging. Clarisse groaned at the unbelievable stench that was just inches from her nose. Annabeth smirked to herself and paid her rival back in full for the day's humiliation by sitting on Clarisse's face.
Between the forces pushing up that were the ground and the war child's head, and the forces pushing down that were gravity and Annabeth's body, the gooey muck in the blonde's pants was squished hard and oozed freely in all directions, effectively resulting in a diaper blowout. Annabeth felt her mess climb up out of her Goodnite across the small of her back, her shirt getting dirty, felt it spread left and right across her cheeks, leaving the confines of the padding, and felt it spread up and over the leak guards running along her perinium, coating the insides of her thighs and caking her shorts in poop.
With Clarisse's face right underneath it all.
She flailed and screamed under Annabeth's poopy butt as the blonde grinded left and right, back and forth, squishing and mashing her waste in all directions, turning herself into one very messy teenage baby girl.
When Clarisse thought she was actually about to die via suffocation under her rival's dirty diaper, her thrashing and flailing slowing due to lack of oxygen, Annabeth calmly got up. Clarisse gasped for breath, gulping down mols of air. She felt something sticky on her face, and so she brought up a finger to dab at it and then inspected her finger. Her eyes widened.
"Eww! Eww! Oh, gods! Gross!"
Annabeth stood there with her hands on her hips, a smug look on her face as Clarisse rubbed her face in the grass. The back and insides of her shorts were stained brown from all the poop that had been pushed out of her Goodnite, along with the bottom of her shirt, and boy did she stink.
"You crazy, disgusting, bitch!" Clarisse hissed, grass and dirt stuck on her face.
Annabeth smirked and went over to the restroom door. It might have been locked, but there was an awning above, with niches on the inside. Annabeth reached up and grabbed something. It was her Yankees cap that made her invisible.
Clarisse's eyes widened. "You…hid that there? When?"
"This morning," Annabeth said simply. "Pantsing me and giving me a wedgie? Seriously? And did you really think I'd just give you every detail of my grand plan? How stupid do you really think I am?"
"You…you…" Clarisse struggled for words as she came to realize a shocking truth.
"Played you like a drum all day just for this moment right here, crushing your face under my dirty diaper, and following it up by revealing that I let you win, that I let you have your way, that I was actually in control the entire time and you did everything I wanted you to do exactly how I wanted you to do it? Yep."
Annabeth walked over and patted Clarisse's head. "What an obedient little girl you are."
She walked away, leaving Clarisse to stew in frustration and anger.
She'd been had! This whole time, she thought she'd been in control, the one calling the shots, the one dictating the terms and the actions! She'd been the one to parade Annabeth through the camp, making her suck her thumb. She spanked the blonde girl, dragged her mostly naked through the store, dressed her up all nice and cute, with diapers and suppositories, and then took her back through camp, letting everyone take pictures of her—but it was all happening according to Annabeth's will!
Her plan!
All culminating with taking a dump on Clarisse's face, and literally rubbing it all in.
Clarisse couldn't take it. Balling her fists, she shot to her feet and whipped around, going after Annabeth to pummel the stinky little brat into the dirt, only to not see her at all. She looked around, and then collapsed, literally paralyzed, when several hard strikes hit key points about her back, just like Ty Lee did in Avatar.
Annabeth became visible again, and the gleam in her eyes filled Clarisse with dread.
Come morning, everyone would gather at the flag pole to witness the spectacle of Clarisse La Rue, dangling from the top via her stretched out Belle boyshorts, the insides of her jeans stained dark from her accident sometime in the night from being unable to hold it, a certain stench around her that indicated she pooped herself as well, with a familiar Rainbow Dash-themed pacifier seemingly glued to her cheeks keeping her nice and quiet.
Clarisse refused to look at anyone, her face red as a tomato, her crotch and butt itchy and stinging from her diaper-less diaper rash.
Meanwhile, Annabeth was down there on the ground, all cleaned up and wearing her big girl clothes again, smirking at how well everything had gone exactly as planned.
PJOABDLPJOABDLPJOABDL
Hope you liked it!
Annabeth and Clarisse humiliating each other with diapers and wedgies is just too perfect.
The next story I have planned is an AU of Reyna's Dirty Little Secret, only it's Octavian that finds out, not Hazel and Frank. It'll be darker and nastier, with humiliation, diapers, petplay, and more. Stay tuned!