Annabeth and Hera
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It was three months into the construction of the Argo II, and Annabeth hit a low point. Being on her period certainly didn't help, and refusing any help from her friends really, certainly did not help. In order to cope with the hard feeling of what was revealed to not be Percy's disappearance, but kidnapping—at the hands of the Queen of Olympus, no less—Annabeth, on this particular day, got drunk.
Well, not really drunk, but slammered, wasted, and grogged.
Dionysus might've been called to Olympus, but he'd left his secret stash of booze behind, and Annabeth had no problem finding it in the Big House and helping herself to all the vodka, rum, wine, and beer she wanted, and left her a giggly, red-faced mess. It was a good thing it was night, the camp quiet and asleep, elsewise Annabeth probably never would've lived it down if somewhere saw her staggering across the grounds.
"Ish Hera's cavinuh," Annabeth slurred, and she giggled as a drunk idea crossed her mind. "Tha bish…I'll shaw huh…!"
And so she staggered into the Hera cabin, stumbled right up to the big statue of the goddess herself that occupied the cabin, which was really more of a temple than a cabin, unbuttoned her shorts, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her grey Victoria Secret hipster panties, and tugged her bottoms down to her ankles. She braced her backside against the foot of Hera's statue, doing a wall-sit, and her flushed face contorted into one of relief as she relaxed her body.
The sound of splattering, rushing liquid was heard in the cabin as Annabeth unceremoniously peed on the floor, the dark amber liquid, laden with alcohol, rapidly spreading around, soaking Annabeth's sneakers and her bottoms since they were piled on the ground around her shoes. To make matters worse, Annabeth's butthole released a wet fart, and then dilated to drop a several lengths of poop that splashed against the pee puddle.
When Annabeth was done drunkenly reliving herself on the floor of Hera's honorary temple, her shoes, shorts, and underwear mostly wet with pee, she said, "Ooh…! All done…I made a meshy…ish all stinky."
Giggling again to herself, Annabeth pulled her panties and shorts back up without taking any measures to wipe.
"Eww, all warm and wet," she muttered, her pee-soaked clothes clinging to her skin.
She might as well have not even bothered taking her clothes off with how much pee was in them, and with how filthy her butthole was, already starting to itch from the poop that still clung to her skin.
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The booming voice made Annabeth shriek and slip in her puddle, her butt ironically landing right on top of the pile of her waste, mashing it and squishing it all over the outer seat of her shorts. There must've been some healing magic laced in the intonement, because now Annabeth's mind was clear of all drunkenness, and she was fully aware of how monumentally filthy she was, sitting in her own poop, shorts and panties warm with pee.
And how also how absolutely fucked she was.
Annabeth trembled where she sat, too scared to move as Hera pulled a page out of her brother's book, and manifested herself by bending and twisting the shadows, bringing them together to reveal her in all her furious regality, standing at an imposing twenty feet. Hera's expression was one sadistically smug, like a cat that caught the canary but didn't intend to kill it, merely satisfy its morbid amusement by following whatever cruel whim it fancied.
Hera's smirk told Annabeth all she needed to know: she was in trouble, and nothing and no one was going to be able to save her.
She was completely at the vindictive goddess's mercy.
Hera reached down, making Annabeth tense hard as the enlarged fingers came to grip her around her ribs, under her armpits that had so much sweat coming out of them that stains had already formed. Annabeth shut her eyes tight, and just prayed to the Fates, knowing that begging the goddess wasn't going to help matters.
"What a filthy little beast you are," Hera said.
She turned Annabeth around so she could see the mess she made on the floor, the pig puddle of dark urine, and the smashed pile of feces. Hera drove the point home by conjuring a mirror that let Annabeth see the exact state of the butt of her shorts, the muck plastered across the fabric in a way kind of reminiscent of Rachel's abstract paintings, where she just flung a glob of paint at the canvas.
Only this particular glob was literal shit.
Annabeth flushed in shame and disgust at the state of her shorts, her own stink wafting into her nose.
"And I know just what a filthy beast like you needs."
Hera's eyes glowed, and Annabeth was left screaming for anyone to come save her.
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When her eyes cleared, Annabeth was left feeling only the utmost apprehension and fear. She was still in Hera's cabin, only the place was now totally different. It was smaller, now the size of a classroom, and the big statue was still there, but gone were the marble floors and bleak walls. Instead, there was hardwood, polished and painted a calming tan, with a huge mat spread over the floor that depicted a cartoon city with streets and houses and other buildings—a toddler's dream—and along the walls were a bunch of childish paintings and decorations.
Annabeth also identified a humongous crib with an equally humongous changing table next to it, and a dresser next to that. There were also a bunch of cubbies and bins here and there, and from what Annabeth could see, they were filled with children's toys.
She swallowed hard and started feeling herself for anything that wasn't there before, or for anything that was missing. Remarkably, everything was there: her hair, both arms, both legs, shirt, chest, shorts, panties, socks, shoes, butt, and genitals. Even more remarkably, her bottoms were completely clean, no pee-soaked socks and shoes, and no poop squished across the back of her shorts.
Instead of feeling relieved, she only felt dread. Hera was perhaps the most vindictive goddess alive, with millennia of experience in getting back at her husband for his infidelity. This seeming act of charity, Hera cleaning Annabeth of her waste, had no good intentions behind it.
This new interior didn't help. Why would Hera redecorate her cabin to resemble a toddler's bedroom?
Annabeth felt a presence behind her, and she shakily turned to face the Queen of Olympus.
"Since you want to act like a filthy little beast, then a filthy little beast you will become," Hera said with a dangerous grin.
She snapped her fingers and Annabeth's whole body was racked with a feeling like a cramp, her clothes vanishing from her body, leaving her naked from head to toe, then the cramp vanished, leaving her feeling tingly all over, like the kind of tingly your arm felt after you slept on it all night.
Looking down at her hands, Annabeth saw her feet change, turning into hooves, making her scream. Then she saw on her legs, abdomen, and along her arms dark splotches like birthmarks appearing at random places. She groaned in pain as her modest, athletically maintained B-cup chest swelled to DD's. Her tailbone tingled, and when she reached behind herself, she felt something long and leathery in her grip. New nerves and muscles formed, and Annabeth was able to move this new thing into view. It was a cow's tail, adorned with the same splotches as the rest of her body, ending in a tuft of curly blonde hair like what was on her head. Speaking of her head, Annabeth felt changes up there too, and reached to her ears, feeling them to be large, protruding, cupped, and furry, and then on top of her head, she felt a pair of little horns had sprouted.
Hera conjured a mirror for Annabeth to look at herself in.
Cow's hooves, tail, ears, and horns, splotches all over her body like the splotches in a cow's fur coat, and a huge pair of boobs that were already hurting her back.
"And to make sure you don't make a mess everywhere like you did earlier…"
Hera snapped her fingers, and a big, fluffy, thick, white diaper suddenly appeared around Annabeth's groin, with a space in the back for her tail to comfortably poke through.
"Oh, but don't worry. It'll be a long time before you see yourself like this again, but by then, it'll be all you've ever known."
"W-What?" Annabeth squeaked.
Hera just smiled.
Another tingle went through Annabeth, and she saw the changes happen in the mirror. Her hair got shorter and shorter, like it was receding into her head, and the same with her tail. Her boobs shrunk, which would've been nice except for the fact that her whole body was also shrinking, losing muscle and gaining fat. Baby fat.
Annabeth watched, numb, as she was de-aged by the second until she was just a pudgy little baby, probably just a year old, still wearing her diaper that had shrunk with her, still in possession of her cow traits. Annabeth's face contorted and she started wailing, her new baby body unable to handle the stress of the situation.
"Awe, there, there, my darling girl. Momma's here, and she's going to raise you to be a proper young woman this time, one who doesn't get drunk and void her waste on the visage of the Olympian Queen, or any place really, besides in her diapers."
Hera tapped Annabeth's forehead, and the baby stopped crying. Now she was confused. Why was she crying? Momma was right there, her diaper was still clean, and she wasn't hungry.
With but a single touch, Hera had done to Annabeth what she had done to Percy and Jason, and sealed her memories away, leaving her as just as blank a slate as she was when she was an actual one-year-old, though with the added touch that she'd always been part cow, and that Hera had always been her Momma.
The goddess smiled at her new baby. Sure, she was going to have her fun with this, but she was also very bubbly inside at the prospect of raising a daughter.
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Being raised by a vindictive goddess was great when you didn't know that said goddess was vindictive and all you did know was her seemingly unending love and kindness.
As baby Annabeth grew up at an accelerated rate, being fed purees of fruits and grass, having it all washed down with milk, having her diapers changed, she was none the wiser about Momma's machinations. Having sandwiches made from whole wheat bread, cheese, and grass was normal. Being six years old and wearing diapers was normal, as was being eight and wearing diapers, then eleven, then fifteen, and then all the way up to eighteen and still going about her daily life with a diaper around her waist.
The word "toilet" did not exist in Annabeth's vocabulary, neither did "potty," "crapper," "commode," and any word that had to do with a toilet. That didn't mean that Annabeth wasn't toilet trained, in that she knew when she had to pee and poop, and could even hold it if she wanted, but she knew of no other thing to do with those feelings than to just expel it all in her diaper as soon as she felt the need to do so.
As for her new childhood, it was tantamount to perfect as she experienced the love of a mother who unflinchingly changed her diaper, no matter how messy it was, who gave her gifts and presents for doing her chores around her room, and supported her in whatever cause she endeavored to engage in.
If Annabeth wanted to start a windowsill garden, then Momma was supplying her with pots, dirt, and seeds, and then put the rest on her shoulders to make the plants grow. If Annabeth wanted to build the greatest block tower ever, then Momma gave her all the blocks she could ever want, and a hard hat made for her little horns and wide ears.
Along with plenty of grass-related meals, like grassy soup, grassy pizza, grassy spaghetti, grassy cereal, and grassy ice cream. Being part cow, Annabeth loved her grass.
But all good things must come to an end.
"But Momma~! Do I really have to?"
"Yes, calf, you really do. Momma's been raising you and teaching you for this exact purpose, and after all these years, you're ready."
"Okay," Annabeth said sullenly, not at all liking that she had to leave her Momma.
She looked like she did what was seemingly years ago, before she was de-aged, with her huge boobs, mature cow traits, and still with the huge, thick diaper, now dependent on them because she had no concept of toilet or bushes, but she did know how to change her own diapers, something she was very proud of.
"Hey," Momma said, putting her finger underneath Annabeth's chin to tilt her head up so they were looking each other in the eye. Annabeth looked excited at the prospect of hay.
"Momma loves you, always remember that, and I'll be with you always. Now, get out there and make me proud."
"I love you too, Momma."
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Annabeth stepped outside for the first time ever. First time as in the last time she tried to go outside, Momma grabbed her and spanked her. It was the only time she'd ever tried to go outside, and the only time she'd ever been spanked. So, being outside the house, surrounded by all these other houses, all this green, the blue sky, the clouds, the sunshine, it was all foreign and daunting.
But she could take it; Momma said so.
Just where to start?
Annabeth felt a pressure in her bowels, and relaxed her muscles without a second thought, making the seat of her diaper expand and sag with a solid mess. No one was around that she could see, and that big house there on the hill seemed to be the most official place, so that's where Annabeth went trotting off to, her hooved feet carrying her quickly across the terrain.
She got up to the front porch and politely knocked, and a bearded man in a wheelchair with bleary, tired eyes, came rolling up from the inside. He opened the door, looked at Annabeth, and produced a strangled squawk of a noise.
"Ow!" Annabeth moaned, grabbing her big cow ears.
"A-Annabeth—! What is—why are you—ears—tails—horns—diaper—hooves—what is that smell?"
Annabeth blinked. "Uh, hello? I'm Annabeth, Hera's my Momma, and she said I needed to help with a quest to stop Gaea from taking over the world. Can you help me do that, or tell me where to start?"
Chiron stared at her, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. "Come…come inside, dear, and…let's talk."
"Okay."
So Annabeth followed Chiron inside, and the stink of her diaper intensified in the enclosed space of the Big House.
"Stand here for a moment, please."
"Do I have to stand? These couches look really comfy…"
"But…you have soiled your…your diaper, haven't you?"
"Yeah," Annabeth blinked. "I always poop in my diapers, and pee in them too. Momma used to change me, but I can change myself now."
"You…don't mind sitting down in a soiled diaper?"
"No…have been all my life."
"How old are you, Annabeth?"
"Momma says I'm eighteen, but that I also grew up really really fast."
"Uh-huh. In that case, ah…make yourself comfortable as you like, then."
Chiron rolled away around the corner, and Annabeth plopped down in a recliner, the solid load in her diaper spreading out only slightly. Chiron came back a few minutes later, a tray in his hands that had a big pitcher of lemonade and two glasses ready for pouring.
"Ooh, lemonade! May I have a glass, please sir?"
"Of course, sweetie," Chiron smiled.
He poured Annabeth her glass and handed it to her. Annabeth beamed in thanks, and proceeded to guzzle her lemonade as if she hadn't had anything to drink in days.
"Ah! That was so good. May I…please…have…another…oh…oh…AAAAAAH!"
Chiron just sat there and let the effects of the potion take place.
Annabeth gripped her head, feeling like a tank was breaking down walls she hadn't known were there, and as those walls were broken down, sealed memories were freed. Before long, Annabeth's mind cleared, and she remembered everything.
She burst into tears and relayed everything as best she could to Chiron through her crying, how she'd gotten drunk, staggered into Hera's cabin, dropped her pants and panties to pop a squat against the statue's foot to relieve herself on the floor of the cabin, how she'd gotten her clothes wet, then Hera's voice and how she slipped in her own pee and landed in her own poop, then her tenure as Hera's half-cow, un-potty-trained daughter, bringing about emotional conflict between her newfound love for the goddess as her mother, and abject hatred and loathing for everything else.
Chiron sat there, wincing at the part where Annabeth got drunk and defecated and urinated on Hera's statue, and nodded solemnly at the punishment dolled out, and how conflicted Annabeth now was at her feelings for Hera after being shown years of seemingly genuine motherly affection, but it was all out of vindictive punishment.
"What am I going to do!?" Annabeth wailed, her distraught mind clouding its usual sharpness. "I have hooves!"
She raised her leg to show her misshapen foot.
Chiron rubbed her shoulder. "You'll have to use the Mist to hide your appearance, Annabeth. You can also use the Mist to hide your diapers and the, uh, smell."
"But I don't want to hide my appearance or wear diapers!"
"I know you don't, child, and I don't want you too either. But you made a horrible decision last night, getting drunk and then acting as drunk, and this is your punishment. There's nothing I can do to counter the judgement of the gods, especially their queen. I'm sorry, Annabeth, but this is the bed you made for yourself, however unwillingly, and now you must sleep in it. However, should you succeed in this quest, and earn Hera's-"
"Momma's!" Annabeth corrected on reflex, and then her face reddened, her ears pinning flat to her head. "…er, sorry…"
"It's alright," Chiron said patiently. "Should you succeed and earn the goddess's favor, I have no doubt she will lift this curse."
"You really think so?"
Chiron was actually unsure, but for the sake of Annabeth's sanity and the fate of the world, he nodded and smiled. "I do. Now, do you need me to show you how to manipulate the Mist around yourself to alter your appearance, or do you remember how?"
"I remember."
Annabeth demonstrated by standing up and snapping her fingers, causing a hazy cloud to envelope her and fade away, making her look just like she did yesterday, with her human ears, lack of tail and splotches, sneakers, and denim shorts. Even the smell of her loaded diaper was hidden by the magic.
"Very good," Chiron praised. "Now, it's only been a night since all of this happened, so no one even knows. You'll probably have some questions to answer from your siblings about where you were last night, but other than that, you should be fine. I'm here if you need me, and we do have a supply of all kinds of diapers and pull-ups here if you need them."
Annabeth nodded. "Nope. I'm gonna re-potty-train myself before the week's over."
Chiron nodded. "Go for it, child."
And that was how the whole Heroes of Olympus story truly went down. Annabeth did indeed potty-train herself before the week was over, at least during the day. Getting herself to wake up in the night to go potty took another two weeks and careful maneuvering about her siblings to throw her wet overnight diapers away without them noticing, but she managed. The trick for the day was just to overcome the habit of relieving herself where she was as soon as the urge hit her, as she had done during her years in Hera's time-distorted cabin, and get her sphincter muscles strong enough again to hold it until she made it to the potty, to which she substituted her diapers for pull-ups, and for the first three days, suffered through the humiliation of having an accident just like any other potty-training little girl. The night time trick was to limit her fluid intake hours in advance, several trips to the bathroom in the effort to drain her bladder, and a vibrating alarm under her pillow that was strong enough to wake her, yet quiet enough to not disturb her siblings.
After Annabeth successfully potty-trained herself again, feeling the embarrassment of considering that be an accomplishment considering she was a teenager, it was just a matter of keeping up her illusion through the next few months, keeping her hooves hidden, the splotches across her skin hidden, her ears, her horns, and her tail all hidden, which she obviously and successfully did, since there was no mention at all in the books about Annabeth's cow traits.
Though, there were some close calls, mainly during meal times with the magic plates that conjured up any meal that you wanted. Annabeth had to make conscious effort not to think up a plate full of grass, and not think up anything and have grass come with it. The few times she'd plucked some blades of grass from the grounds of Camp Half-Blood no one had paid her any mind, but here in the confined space of the Argo II, Annabeth had to be on her hooves.
Going through Tartarus had been especially difficult, keeping her transformation a secret during all the harrowing events of the pit, but even so, she still managed, because by then, keeping up her illusion had become second nature.
After Tartarus was the final hurdle through the rest of Greece to Athens, and come that epic battle, in the aftermath, Annabeth's hope in Chiron about Hera was realized, as the goddess subtly undid the girl's curse for her victory and success. Back to being a total human—well, half human, anyway, being a demigoddess—Annabeth had fought with great vigor during the battle of Camp Half-Blood.
Annabeth never got drunk again.
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This was suggested to me based on the artwork done by sparkles73, "Cowgirl Annabeth Chase," depicting Annabeth has a happy, diaper-wearing half-cowgirl.
I've thought up another one-shot, this one between Annabeth and Clarisse, and I'm think of doing an AU of Reyna's Dirty Little Secret, but instead of being caught by Hazel and Frank, she'd caught by either Jason or Octavian. Haven't decided, but I'm leaning towards Octavian.
Also, no, Artemis Punishment and Babies of the Hunt are not abandoned.