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Thalia carried the excited and curious Percy over to the changing table. She had been told by Zoe that the cloth diapers he and Bianca were wearing were enchanted to never leak and never allow a rash, meaning they could wet and mess themselves effectively forever and still maintain a healthy body, with undamaged skin, but for whatever reason, probably that the caretaker of the diaper-wearer didn't let that exact thing happen, the diapers were not enchanted to keep in odors.
It hadn't even been a full hour yet since Percy had pooped his diaper, and Thalia was way beyond being done with the smell.
She put him on the changing table, secured him in place with the safety strap, and gave him a shark plushie that she went over and grabbed after seeing it in the corner of her eye, to keep him busy and hopefully not too fussy. She opened the dispenser on the package of wipes and grabbed one of the diapers from below.
It was disposable, with Velcro tapes, and plain, solid white. No prints of any kind, and not even a wetness indicator strip along the crotch. There was a note attached to the side of the changing table, conveniently written in Greek. The note informed Thalia that the diapers were plant-based and completely biodegradable, meaning that they wouldn't sit in a landfill for years and years, or whatever place that they were tossed.
In her years as a runaway, Thalia had seen some diapers in places that left her wondering just how they got there.
Thalia was rather grateful for the disposable diapers, because she had dealt with the clothe variety before, back when she had to be Jason's sole caregiver after their mother went of the deep end and became a permanently drunk, depressed, and angry woman. Young Thalia had learned fast how much of a pain it was trying to A) steal Pampers and Huggies from the store, and B) keep doing it without getting caught. She just happened to take a glance down a different aisle, and through effort in overcoming her dyslexia, learned about cloth diapers, diapers that could be washed and reused.
She stole as many as she could for Jason.
Of course, the drawback was the washing part, because it was just so much fun to wash her little brother's poop out of his laundry after he'd sat in it, played in it, and squished it everywhere. It was much the same with Percy, except he was fourteen, not two. A bigger baby with a much bigger mess to clean up.
Thalia was quite happy for the divine supply of disposable diapers so that laundry really wasn't a priority.
Thalia popped the snaps on Percy's sleeper, getting him to raise his legs up so she could get to his diaper. She undid the Velcro tabs, peeling them apart with their distinct scccrrrrtch, and the face she made at the damage inside made Percy burst into a fit of giggles.
"Oh, that's funny?" Thalia asked. "How about this?"
She pinched a clean portion of his butt, making him jump and glower at her.
"Yeah, that's what I thought, little stinky butt."
Thalia pulled the diaper away and set it to the side, figuring she'd wash it once she was done, and Percy was busy playing. She got the wipes and got started and cleaning her cousin's messy behind. One after the other, fold after fold, until Percy was clean as he was going to be without soap and a shower. Thalia unfolded and spread the plain white diaper under his butt, dripped lotion about his nethers, rubbed it in, sprinkled the powder, taped him up nice and snug, and redid the buttons on his sleeper.
"Yay! All done!"
Percy cheered. "Yay, yay, yay!"
Thalia undid the safety stray and helped Percy down from the table. He gave her a big kiss on the cheek. "Thank you!"
"Any time, munchkin," Thalia said, ruffling his hair.
Now in a fresh, clean diaper, Percy wasted no time in bounding over to the toyboxes, eager to explore what his dad had gifted him. Typical of a child, exploiting his mommy to do the dirty work, leaving her to do all the cleanup while he went to play and indulge himself. Oh, well—that's what a parent did.
While Percy played with his new toys, lost in a world of pure imagination, Thalia set about washing the dirty cloth diaper, figuring that Zoe would want this back either for Bianca, or for whoever Hunter wanted it. As she washed it in the sink, Thalia appreciated the fact that the disposables Percy was wearing didn't have the same enchantments that the cloth one did, meaning that as his caregiver right now, it was on her shoulders to stay on top of his diapers, periodically checking for when he needed a change to avoid leaks and rashes.
When Thalia thought that she'd washed the cloth diaper thoroughly enough, she wrung it out, squeezing the water out of it over and over until she was certain she'd squeezed as much out as could be squeezed out, before shocking the diaper with a lightning bolt. It was totally experimental, and she considered herself lucky that the diaper instantly dried and went rigid as opposed to bursting into flame.
Percy must've been watching, because he clapped excitedly at the electrically shocked diaper.
Thalia smiled. "Cool, wasn't it, kiddo?"
"Uh-huh!"
Thalia set the diaper on top of the changing table and walked over to Percy, who had strewn his new toys out all over the place.
"What do we have going on over here?"
Percy exuberantly held up the shark plushie he'd been given during his diaper change. "This is Bruce! Say hi, Bruce!" Percy lowered his voice, making it gruff and hard. "I'm Bruce. I run this show here."
"Hello, Bruce, I'm Thalia," the daughter of Zeus said seriously. "I'm Percy's mommy."
"You gotta great kid."
"Thank you, Bruce. Think you can look after him for a few minutes while I go take that diaper back to Zoe?"
"Yeah. I'll keep both my eyes on the kid. He ain't gonna do nothin' without me sayin' so."
"I'll hold you to that, Bruce."
Percy lowered Bruce and smiled a toothy smile. "I'll be good, I promise."
"Yep. Gimme five, munchkin!"
Percy drew his hand back and slammed it forward against Thalia's, a resounding smack echoing through the nursery that was Cabin Three.
Thalia smiled as she walked away, grabbed the diaper, left the cabin, shut the door, and when she turned around, her face contorted and she gripped her wrist as she sank to a knee. That little turd nearly broke her hand with that high five!
Ignoring her throbbing hand, Thalia trekked through the light snow to Cabin Eight, the Artemis Cabin. She knocked lightly on the door which was opened by one of the Hunters.
"Hey."
"Uh, hi." Thalia held out the cloth diaper. "Percy's got his own supply of diapers in his cabin, so I washed this one and thought it'd be best if Zoe had it back."
"…that's Percy's diaper? The one he took a dump in on the bus?"
Thalia's brows knit together. "The very same."
"No thanks. You can keep it."
"I said I washed it—soap and water. It's clean."
"Good to know. He can still keep it."
"Would you be telling me he can keep this diaper if he was a girl and took a dump in it?" Thalia challenged, getting frustrated with the apparent sexism.
"Yes," the Hunter said shortly. "We've got dozens of diapers like that. M'lady can conjure however many she wants in whatever pattern and style she desires, or how we ask of her. This one diaper will not be missed. Keep it. As a memento or something. Or for yourself, if you want."
Thalia's cheeks reddened. "N-No! I…I'm the babysitter, Percy's the baby."
The Hunter just stared at her.
"I'm over a thousand years old, Thalia Grace. I've seen many things that are far more weird, abnormal, and otherwise strange than a girl wearing a diaper past the typical age, without any kind of health issue. Besides, you're not immortal. Enjoy life while you still have it."
With that, the Hunter shut the door to the Artemis Cabin.
Thalia stood there for a few seconds, stunned and with troubled thoughts, and then she just shrugged.
Enjoy life? Okay.
Thalia trudged back to the Poseidon Cabin, and was very relieved to find Percy lost in a world of pretend instead of bleeding out all over the place because he cut himself and forgot he could use a water bottle to heal. Based on his dialogue, Percy was conducting a court of law, ruthlessly interrogating a crab plushie as to whether he had eaten the last cookie.
Thalia quietly slipped past to the door at the far end of the cabin, and was relieved to find behind said door was a fully functional bathroom with toilet, toilet paper, sink, hand soap, and comfortably sized bathtub with a shower nozzle. Thalia dropped her bottoms to occupy the throne, and after she was done and had wiped herself appropriately, she pulled the cloth diaper between her legs and adjusted the Velcro tabs until the diaper sit comfortably around her hips.
She pulled her panties back up, then her jeans, struggling a bit to get the tight denim up over the bulk of her diaper, but she managed.
She had to leave the button undone and the zipper down though.
However, her shirt and jacket did come down far enough to cover up her exposed front, so it was okay.
What she was afraid, she didn't know, since it was only her and Percy in the cabin/nursery right now, and it wasn't like the Little boy would do anything besides point and giggle.
A subconscious thing, maybe?
Thalia shrugged at herself in the mirror. The diaper was really soft and comfy against her body, and the fit was snug and perfect. She loved it.
She left the bathroom just in time to hear Percy pass judgement.
"Mr. Crabbypants, I hereby sentence you to be eaten alive by Bruce for the crime of eating the last cookie!"
Thalia stared at her cousin as he took his shark plushie and used it to viciously attack the crab plushie, making gobbling sounds as he did so. Thalia wondered if she should do something about this, a toddler-minded teenager sentencing a crab to be eaten alive—seemed to be the early warning signs of something bad to come—but decided against it. He was just a kid playing pretend.
Macabre pretend.
"If Mr. Crabbypants ate the last cookie, does that mean there aren't anymore cookies?" Thalia asked.
Percy turned around with a gasp, sea green eyes lighting up in a way they probably hadn't ever done since he was as small a child as he behaving as.
"Mommy!"
Thalia beamed and felt weird on the inside. How would Sally react to her son calling someone else mommy?
Percy ran over and jumped, and Thalia caught him and spun around in place as his arms and legs wrapped around her. "I missed you, Mommy."
"I was only gone for a couple of minutes, kiddo," Thalia smiled.
"It felt like forever. It was so long that Mr. Crabbypants ate the last cookie that was supposed to be for you!"
"Oh, well, we'll just have to make more cookies then, won't we?"
"We can? How?"
Thalia pointed with her chin. Percy maneuvered in her arms to look at where she indicated, and gasped at the kitchen space that had appeared next to Thalia's bed. There was an oven with a stove top, a dishwasher, another sink, a refrigerator, and a tall cabinet with shelves occupied with dishes and ingredients.
"Cookies!"
Percy jerked in Thalia's arms, making her laugh as she walked over to the new kitchen area.
The process of making cookies was as messy as one could imagine with a toddler, with Thalia letting Percy lick the batter-covered whisk clean, getting face covered in tasty gunk, with a decent amount on his sleeper. While the cookies were baking, Thalia fixed him a sippy cup with chocolate milk and blue food coloring, putting it in the freezer for extra cold. She turned on the TV and found the National Geographic channel, conveniently doing a special on coral reefs, the wildlife about them, their oceanic functions, etc.
It was enough to keep Percy occupied, so much so that he wet his diaper.
When the cookies were done baking, Thalia checked him and determined that his diaper wasn't all that wet. Magical supply or no, Thalia didn't want to waste any diapers. The cookies were gooey, warm, and moist coming out of the over, and Percy just had to have them right then, despite how hot they were.
Granted, it seemed that as the son of Poseidon, he had a natural tolerance to the heat, and was able to devour the hot, falling-apart-in-his-hands cookies without burning said hands or any part of his mouth.
Thalia waited a few more minutes before eating her share of the delicious chocolate chip confections.
After the cookies were eaten and the milk was drank, it was lunchtime. In the freezer part of the fridge was a big bag of chicken nuggets shaped like dinosaurs. Thalia just two big platefuls of them into the oven and nuked them, fixing a bowl of buffalo sauce for herself, and for Percy when he asked.
He wet his diaper again, but this time, on top of how wet it already was, it leaked and there were wet spots trailing down the inside of the legs of his sleeper, making him pout and making Thalia berate herself for not changing his diaper earlier.
She helped him out of his tinkle-stained sleeper and set him up on the changing table, strapping him down, and changed his leaking diaper. It was easier this time since it was only pee and not any poop. Repeating the process of setting the diaper under him, doing the lotion then the powder, and then taping the diaper up, Thalia was done with the whole process in less than two minutes.
"All done, yay!"
Percy farted, and the seat of his diaper instantly expanded and turned a light shade of brown. He giggled at Thalia's unamused frown.
"You traitorous…little…stinker."
Percy giggled harder.
"No, you can just sit in it for a little while. Lunch is ready and I'm hungry."
Percy gave her a conspiratorial look, sending a message with his eyes. Okay, but I'll sit down and mash it everywhere and make it even more messy.
Thalia blew a steady stream of air from her nose in displeasure in the wake of this truth. "Ugh, fine."
So she changed his diaper once again, getting the process down. After the new diaper was taped up nice and snug, and after a look of warning telling Percy not to immediately use it, Thalia went over to the dresser, opened a drawer, and pulled out the first sleeper she grabbed. It was a shark-themed number, grey on the outsides with a white underbelly, complete with a hood lined with little fabric shark teeth, and a floppy tail. Unlike the Hunter sleeper, this one had no buttons about the butt, just a zipper going down the front.
Thalia helped Percy off the changing table and he was all too eager to step into his new sleeper. Thalia zipped him up, and he drew the hood up and over his head. He splayed his arms and curled his fingers.
"Rawr!"
"Rawr yourself," Thalia smiled, rubbing the top of the baby shark's head. "Let's have some chicken nuggets!"
She washed Percy's sippy cup out and refilled it with blue-colored coke, grabbing a can of Sprite for herself out of the fridge, and the two cousins sat next to each other on the floor and shared their simple meal together, Percy getting his face all saucy, leading Thalia to periodically dab at his lips with a paper towel. After lunch and the dishes were put in the dishwasher, Percy got comfy in Thalia's lap and the two watched more National Geographic together until the Little started yawning almost nonstop, his eyes drooping.
"Ready for a nap, munchkin?" Thalia asked.
Percy nodded, rubbing his eyes.
Thalia checked his diaper one more time before picking him up and gently placing him in the crib, raising the side and turning on the mobile. She handed him Bruce and his pacifier that had become discarded in recent hours, and Percy accepted them both, clutching Bruce tightly while he began to steadily suck on his paci.
You could tell he fell asleep fast because he didn't just stop sucking the pacifier, but let it fall out of his mouth entirely and didn't bother on putting it back in. His grip on Bruce also lessened.
It might've been mean on Thalia's part, but she honestly preferred her cousin like this, diapered, little, drooling on himself, and not the snarky, sarcastic teenager that he usually was.
Thalia didn't dwell long or hard on the morals and ethics of preferring her cousin in his Littlespace over his teenager self, because a twinge in her bladder told her she needed to pee. She went over and turned the lights out in the cabin, and was amazed that in turning out the lights, the ceiling lit up with all the stars of the night sky, providing a nightlight.
Thalia crawled into her bed, thanking her uncle Poseidon for his kindness and generosity. Pulling the covers over herself, still in her day clothes, she went very still and focused on release. It took some effort to overcome her body's potty training, the muscle memory that stemmed from only releasing her bladder in a certain position in a certain environment, but she did it.
For the first time in an askew amount of years due to her duration as a tree, Thalia Grace didn't just wet herself, she wet her diaper. She gasped at the feeling of her warm pee leaving her and immediately soaking into the cloth padding of her diaper, feeling it warm up and swell. She peed a good strong stream for a solid minute or so, having not gone since this morning, and true to Artemis's word, the diaper never leaked, the cloth absorbing all of Thalia's tinkle.
She giggled quietly and got comfy, totally content to nap in her wet, warm, diaper.
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The cousins were woken at the same time by the sound of conch shell dinner horn, meaning they slept for quite some time.
Thalia got out of her bed, eyes bleary from her extended nap, and she made her way over to Percy's crib, a slight waddle to her step. Her diaper felt heavier than it did when she first wet, and she could only conclude that she'd had an accident while she slept. That was mildly concerning.
"Hey, munchkin. Wanna go to dinner or have dinner in here?"
"Wanna go…" Percy mumbled around his pacifier, which he had put in his mouth.
"You got it, munchkin."
Thalia helped Percy out of his crib and checked his diaper. He was still clean and dry, which was more than what could be said about Thalia's diaper. She set him down. "Mommy needs to go do something real fast."
There was a dresser by her bed now, filled with gothic/punk clothes in her size, and she fished out a pair of black sweatpants. She went into the bathroom and shut the door before she stood there and started thinking.
Thalia needed to poop. The cookies and chicken nuggets had finished their course through her body and what was left was ready to come out. The question was whether she undid her soaking diaper and used the potty like a big girl, or just pooped in her diaper. It was already soaking wet, what was a bit of a mess? It wasn't like it would leak, or like she would get a rash, but it would smell, as Percy and Bianca had proven this morning, and if anyone asked what that smell was, Thalia already felt bad for pinning it on Percy, regardless of whether he pooped his diaper any time soon.
On the other hand, Thalia was feeling a bit jealous of the baby treatment. She was the daughter of Zeus after all, with expectations of being the best, the greatest, the strongest, the most powerful all heaped on her shoulders. She had to lead her house, taking care of Jason all by herself, and then she had to help take care of Annabeth, though she had Luke's help. It had been awesome having Luke's help, because he had taken most of the responsibility off of Thalia's shoulders, and she was really grateful to have such a burden taken from her.
Thalia wanted someone to take care of her for a change, someone to feed her, bathe her, clothe her, care for her—she wanted someone to give her back the lost childhood she never got to have as the insane Beryl Grace's daughter. Thalia wanted to be the baby, if only for a little bit.
She did have a strong sense of pride, after all.
Was that sense of pride strong enough to overcome Thalia's thoughts about pooping in her pants?
The fact that her face scrunched up and the warm mess piled inside her diaper in a soft mound proved it did not.
Thalia breathed a sigh of relief, her sphincter muscles feeling much better now that they'd been relaxed after so long of being clenched. She looked at her butt in the mirror of the bathroom, and other than how her jeans seemed to bulge all around, you couldn't see any distinct bulge there in the seat. The jeans were so tight against her butthole that the poop had gotten mashed and squished naturally all over her butt.
Thalia dropped her jeans and pulled the sweatpants up. The bagginess of them hid the bulk of her cloth diaper perfectly. She put her boots back on and left the bathroom. She picked Percy up and checked his diaper once more to make sure he didn't need a change before going outside, and he didn't.
Still clean and dry.
Percy's nose wrinkled as Thalia set him on her hip. "Mommy stinky!"
Thalia booped his nose with her finger. "No, you're stinky."
"Am not!"
"Not yet!"
"So?"
"Is a needle pulling thread!"
"Huh?"
"You've never seen the Sound of Music?"
"Uh-uh," Percy shook his head.
"Well, I know what we're doing when we get back from dinner, then."
Thalia left Cabin Three, shutting the door behind her, and she trudged across the camp towards the dining pavilion. Since she was allowed in Cabin Three, she sat at Table Three, setting Percy down next to her. Zoe had given her a nod upon entry, and Bianca, still dressed in the same sleeper as this morning, gave an exuberant wave, Percy waving back just as happily.
Nico was too engrossed in a conversation at the Hermes table to notice their entry.
No one came up to say anything to them, or anything mean, anyway. A couple of the Aphrodite girls had come over to coo over Percy, who soaked up the attention. There were comments about the poopy smell, but Thalia deflected them, making it clear that she'd change Percy's diaper later. Luckily, the Little boy didn't say anything contrary, because where he might've been under Artemis's protection to never be bullied, that did protection did not include Thalia.
It was the daughter of Zeus's fear that should it come to light that she was wearing a wet and messy diaper, she'd have to start blasting people left and right with lightning.
Dinner went over smoothly, and the subsequent CTF game didn't involve Zoe and Bianca or Thalia and Percy since the two were still deeply engrossed in their headspaces—babies had to place on the battlefield, after all—but that didn't prevent the Hunters from winning anyway.
The real highlight of the night was when the Oracle herself decided to grace the gathered heroes with her leathery presence, and issued a prophecy as she looked right at Zoe.
Five shall go west to the goddess in chains
One will be changed in the land without rain
The bane of Olympus shows the trail
Campers and Hunters combined shall prevail
The Titan's curse must one withstand
And one shall perish by a parent's hand
The Oracle then sat down on a low enough rock and went back to sleep.
Thalia was left stricken and almost shaking, and it only got worse when a quiet voice sounded in her ear.
"Thalia…"
She looked over into Percy's eyes and saw the light in them. He was not in Littlespace anymore.
"We need to go get changed," said the son of Poseidon.
Yeah, they did.
Thalia caught Zoe's eye, saw the seriousness therein, and she saw the light in Bianca's eyes. Like Percy, she was no longer in Littlespace.
Playtime was over, and it was back to the regularly scheduled mayhem.
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Hope you liked it!
Thalia's getting into the swing of ABDL herself, dabbling in a bit of diaper-play, wetting her bed and messing her diaper.
The next chapter, whenever it may be, gets the quest on the way, and it obviously won't be like canon.
Stay tuned to find out how!