Requested by S1A5
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"Ares!" the goddess of beauty whined in a truly upset manner.
Her boyfriend had come into her palace, picked her up and slung her over her shoulder, and was now carrying her across Olympus to his own palace. She got a hard smack to her plump ass for her whining.
"Hush up," the god of bar barked. "I'm sick and tired of you running around the planet and spreading your legs for whoever. Honestly, actors, school teachers, construction workers, politicians, high school teenagers-and not just dicks! You've opened yourself up to some hoe's tongue, and then go scissoring each other. Not to mention all the shemales you've let screw you. Ten kids...ten kids in a week."
"Well, six days, but-ow!"
Ares spanked her again.
"I've had it with you fooling around. Cheating on the ugly bastard is one thing, and running around behind my back is only entertaining for so long. You gonna learn some responsibility today. You gonna learnt that pussy of yours isn't rated E for everyone, but rated M for me."
Slung over Ares's shoulder like Fiona with Shrek, Aphrodite got a cheeky idea and changed her shape. She only changed her genitals, though, and so her cranky boyfriend's shoulder down past his collar bone suddenly had a hard, long, dick pressing up against it.
"Oh, trust me," Ares growled. "Laugh now while you can. I've got Zeus's permission and backing in this. You thought Apollo had it rough, being turned into that wimpy Lester kid? You're going to wish that was all that was going to happen to you."
At that, Aphrodite paled.
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The doors to Ares's palace opened at his approach and shut behind him. His pace never changed as he marched through the halls of his palace, filled with warrior statues, the walls all depicting scenes of battle across thousands of years, all courtesy of Athena's favorite thumb-sucker, Annabeth Chase. Many times had the god of war and his goddess girlfriend screwed like rabbits about these statues.
Aphrodite had a feeling there wouldn't be any sex happening any time soon, however.
Ares went through the halls to a room that had to be new. The door opened and he entered. Aphrodite paled when she saw the décor. Simply put, it was a nursery. There was a crib, a changing table with stacks of diapers and other changing supplies underneath, a diaper pail, a dresser whose drawers were probably loaded with baby clothes, a foam mat on the floor of large puzzle pieces with numbers and letters, a playpen, a bouncer hanging from the ceiling, and an exersaucer. The walls were painted a soft pink with mahogany hardwood floors. A fan with blades of the wood and color softly hummed as it spun above. What prevented Aphrodite from being excited at the prospect of a godly child was the fact that all of this stuff was adult sized.
"What is all of this?" she demanded.
"Yours," Ares chirped. "Your own personal nursery."
"WHAT!?"
"I went up to the old man and told about your extracurricular activities, and he agreed that you need correcting. You're supposed to be the goddess of love, not the goddess of fucking everything with a pulse...and sometimes without a pulse. So, you're going to be corrected. Regression punishment is what's this called. I'm going to treat you like a baby, with diapers, onesies, bottles, baby food, spankings, naps, playtime, and of course, diaper changes."
Aphrodite was still over her godly boyfriend's shoulder during his monologue, and when he finished, she was just very still. Then she started giggling.
"Very funny, darling. I had no idea you could be this kinky. ABDL? DDLG? Ageplay? Okay, I'll go along with it. I've never tried diapers before."
Ares just chuckled. "Well, then. Let's get started."
He took Aphrodite to the changing table and set her on it. He tore her bubblegum pink cocktail dress off her body.
"Careful, darling. You can't be so rough with babies."
"Still don't get it," Ares said with a grin.
Aphrodite wasn't wearing a bra on account of her dress, but she was wearing a matching lace thong, and Ares tugged the pretty panties down her legs and off the ends of her feet, revealing totally smooth, hairless, blemishless, creamy, healthy skin. The naked body of the beauty goddess.
Ares grabbed a diaper from the shelf, pink and white and blue with cartoon bunnies on it. He unfolded it and Aphrodite willingly lifted her butt, giving Ares ease of access to putting it in place. Ares pulled the diaper between her legs, grabbed the baby powder and sprinkled liberal amounts Aphrodite's crotch, then brought the diaper up and taped it securely to her hips. Aphrodite wriggled, laughing at the crinkle and the cushy feeling.
Ares flicked his wrist and made a drawer in the dresser open, and a onesie came floating out. White with pink trimming, a pink heart on the chest with "Daddy's Little Girl" inscribed within. Aphrodite raised her arms and lifted her body, Ares easily slipping the onesie onto her. He snapped the crotch shut.
"So, what next?" Aphrodite asked. "Playpen and Barney? The bouncer? Exersaucer? Naptime? Feeding time?"
"Spanking time," Ares answered.
"Ooh, kinky."
Ares produced a large wooden paddle with holes strategically placed throughout the paddle part. He picked Aphrodite up and sat in the recliner, placing her across his lap. The goddess wiggled about so she could get her diapered butt up and presented. Ares shook his head. She really didn't get it.
He raised the paddle up, placed him arm across Aphrodite's back to hold her down, and then he went to work. Like an angry lumberjack with a stubborn tree, Ares brought the paddle down with a vengeance. The first pop had Aphrodite yelping, and by the time six more had connected within four seconds, she was freely crying, and by then time ten more had struck home, with no sign of a break, the goddess of beauty was just starting to get into her head that this might not be some kind of freaky game after all.
Finally, 120 strikes were completed, and Aphrodite was barely lucid her backside was in so much pain, blistered and busted.
"I told you," Ares growled. "I've had it with your fooling around. You've misused your powers and your domains, been getting away with it, and so I've been given permission to knock you down every peg there is, and humiliate you into being a good goddess again."
"Bluh...guh...duh...duh..." Aphrodite blubbered.
"That's the spirit." Ares picked Aphrodite up and placed her in the crib, pulling the blanket over her. "I suggest you don't fight me. As you know, I can be a very mean daddy."
Ares leaned down and gave the agonizing Aphrodite a kiss on the temple.
"Oh, and I should tell you...as soon as that diaper was taped on you, you effectively became mortal. That's why none of your powers work. And because you're mortal, you're going to get intimately familiar with how unpleasant dirty diapers are, and what an empty stomach feels like. Night-night."
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True to Ares's word, Aphrodite's powers did not work. When the pain subsided enough, she tried teleporting out of the palace; that didn't work. She tried shape-shifting, trying to transform into a giant and break her way out through the roof; that also didn't work. After that, she went to sleep and tried to use dreams to communicate with her most powerful daughter, Piper, only to find she couldn't dream at all. She found that out because she went to sleep and then woke up to Ares's voice.
"Wakey, wakey, baby Aphy! Time to check that diaper, get some food in that tummy, and start the day."
Aphrodite glowered from the crib, up on her knees because her butt was too sore to sit upon right now.
"Oh, don't look at me like that. I'll spank you again."
Ares conjured a new paddle, one of metal.
Aphrodite was instantly cowed. Her butt still stung, and she had no powers to speak of. She was literally a helpless, diapered, mortal woman at the mercy of the god of war, all because she held true to her nature as the most loving being in the universe. All those people she slept with, the men, women, the in-between, was because she well and truly loved them.
And then she left them with a child to raise to varying results, but she did love all her children.
Ares picked Aphrodite up by the armpits, settling her on his hip. She whined and jumped as his arm was braced under her stinging rear, but the sting faded with a red glow. Ares healed her.
"No poo-poo," the war god said. He stuck his finger inside the u-bend of Aphrodite's diaper, making her jump. "No tinkle either. For now."
Aphrodite didn't like that. Ares didn't actually expect her to use this diaper for its intended purpose, did he? She was a goddess! She didn't pee, and she certainly did not poop! Especially never in her own garments! Just how long was this punishment supposed to last? What was supposed to be gained from this?
Okay, maybe she'd been running around too much-there were periods in which she never opened her legs, and periods in which she opened them too much; who do you think was what at the center of the baby boom, all those sailors and soldiers coming back from war, needing comfort and reward for their brave service? -but there'd been plenty of times throughout history where she'd been running about, and Ares never got like this. So domineering, so authoritative, and he'd never rendered her mortal.
Ugh, Aphrodite couldn't stand being mortal, unable to change her shape at will. Now she was stuck as this 5'4, 120-pound, blonde-haired, brown-eyed, youthful 27-year-old with a c-cup chest and a thick bunny-themed diaper between her legs.
Ares walked over and put Aphrodite in a highchair, locking the tray over her hands. There was a little fridge next to the highchair, and out of it came jars of baby food and a cool bottle of milk. Ares produced a white bib with designs of cartoon ducks on it and attached it behind her neck.
"Now, this can be as easy or an painful as you like," the god said flippantly.
Considering the phantom pain that traveled across her diapered butt, Aphrodite opened her mouth. Which was filled by a spoon laden with mashed bananas. She shuddered at the mushy texture and the bland taste. With difficulty, she swallowed and opened her mouth for more, knowing that this wasn't going to stop until this jar, and the next three jars after it, were empty. And then there was the bottle.
Spoonful after spoonful was placed in the former goddess's mouth, and she swallowed all of it down, eventually getting her throat trained to where it all went down without issue, no shuddering or faces. After the bananas came the bottle. Ares put the nipple to her mouth, she accepted, and started sucking with expert proficiency.
Ares chuckled. "Of course you would suck a bottle like it was a dick."
Aphrodite glowered at him.
She emptied the bottle in time, and Ares took her from the highchair and placed her in the playpen, turned on the tv that was built into the wall, the channel set to Disney Junior, and left her with a parting message.
"You don't leave that playpen for any reason. Any reason. If you do, I'll know, and that spanking yesterday will feel like a tap on the wrist. I'll be back in a little while to check on you. If that diaper is still dry, then I guess that means you're blocked up in there, and I'll have to unblock you. Have fun and be a good baby!"
Ares left, shutting the door to the nursery behind him.
Aphrodite pouted in her playpen. There were foam blocks and teething rings with her, and the tv playing Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. She had zero desire to test Ares, extremely unwilling to undergo another spanking, especially if it was supposed to be worse that yesterday's. The threat of "unblocking" her was also unappealing, as she figured she'd be subject to suppositories and diuretics. Similarly, the thought of actually reliving herself in a diaper was equally unappealing.
But so was giving Ares the satisfaction of manhandling her again.
About an hour later, suffering through the rhetorical and mundane children's questions the characters in the shows asked, Aphrodite felt it. An unfamiliar pressure in her lower body. She figured this was what mortals felt when they needed the bathroom. She scrunched her face tight and prepared herself. She sat up on her knees and relaxed.
Her new bladder went first. The former goddess felt her diaper swell and warm between her legs. It didn't actually feel that bad. The other side, however...when her bladder emptied, she pushed, and that was all she had to do. A large load of mushy, smelly slime rushed into her diaper all at once, filling out the padding with a crinkle. So much poop left Aphrodite's butthole that she felt her onesie tighten, the fabric pulled by how much of a mess she just made.
"Ew! Ew! Ew!" Aphrodite exclaimed.
The smell was already assaulting her nose without mercy, and the gooey muck sealed to her skin was indescribably horrendous. No wonder babies cried so much when they dirtied their diapers! This was disgusting!
Aphrodite wanted out of this diaper, and she wanted out of it right now. "Ares!" she yelled. "Ares!"
After a count of thirty, and still no response, Aphrodite started throwing a tantrum. She screamed at the top of her lungs, rattled the sides of the playpen, threw her toys every which way until she had nothing left to throw, and eventually even tumped the playpen over, causing her to spill out and roll across the floor.
That's when Ares arrived. Calmly, complacently, and without a hint of anger. The serenity about him was what scared Aphrodite so much. The god of war took two dramatic sniffs of the air.
"Whew. Smells like there's a baby in here with a dirty diaper, and-ope! There she is! Out of her playpen."
Were it not for the fact that Ares could soundproof his own palace, Aphrodite's screams of agony as she was brutally spanked would've been heard on the other side of the planet.
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How much time passed as she was treated as a bitty baby? Aphrodite did not know. She just knew that a routine settled in which she woke up to a wet diaper, had it changed by Ares, then it was breakfast of jars and bottles. After that it was playtime for about another three hours, in which she'd have peed and pooped herself by the time it was over, then lunch of more jars and bottles, a diaper change, naptime, more playtime, then dinnertime, relax time, one more diaper change, and then bedtime, which she'd wet sometime during, and wake up to restart the cycle.
It became scheduled, programmed almost, when she'd go in her diaper. Aphrodite didn't bother holding it, nor did she bother fighting anything Ares did, including shoving a thermometer in her butt. That spanking...Aphrodite shuddered at the mere thought of that spanking. His hand, the wooden paddle, the metal one, the hairbrush, the flyswatter, the belt...all of them, one after the other. The searing pain was enough to effectively destroy any resistance or thoughts of rebellion in the former love goddess.
And so she just gave up and became like the happy baby girl she was supposed to be. She got excited whenever she saw Ares, she ate all her baby food and drank all her milk with a beaming smile. She especially, genuinely, enjoyed cuddle time with Ares on the couch. The cheekiest thing she did nowadays was wet her diaper either during her change, or right after, and sometimes she went in her diaper while cuddling.
By this point, Aphrodite had forgotten what panties felt like. She couldn't recall what a thong felt like, but every time she thought of a thong, her face scrunched up. Why would anyone want to wear a slingshot in their butt? It was a permanent wedgie, and the material was stuck right there against your butthole. So gross and uncomfortable.
Eventually, the day came that Ares said, "Lord Zeus has declared that your rehabilitation is complete, and now it's time to see if you've improved or not."
Ares snapped his fingers, and Aphrodite felt her godly power return to her. With her powers back, and a new perspective on things, she split her consciousness like Apollo did so she could be in multiple places at once. One part of her went away with Ares, while others went to visit other people.
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Athena was in the middle of grading college essays, something she did in her free time as an Olympian goddess. She blinked when Aphrodite suddenly teleported in front of her desk, wearing a pink t-shirt with the Disney castle on the front, the word "Princess" written below it in stylized cursive, and a pair of denim shorts, parts of an adult diaper sticking out of said shorts and over the shirt. And the smell.
Athena wrinkled her nose. "Why are you dressed like a toddler ready for preschool? And why does it smell like your diaper needs to be changed?"
Athena didn't even bother asking why Aphrodite was wearing a diaper in the first place.
"Because my diaper does need to be changed," Aphrodite chirped. "I tried some new things, and I want to share the experience with you."
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Artemis was enjoying some leisure time alone in her tent, watching an all-female archery competition. She was critiquing their form and mentally offering praise periodically. She was less than thrilled when the love goddess popped in unannounced, and she highly unamused when she saw what Aphrodite was wearing, on top of the stench the goddess just brought to her tent.
"Why are you dressed like that? And why do you smell like Reyna?"
Aphrodite blinked. "Reyna poops in diapers too?"
"No, she poops in her underwear. Something she and Thalia do-anyway. Answer the questions before I shoot you."
"I tried something different, and I want you to try it too."
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Piper let out a relieved sigh when she got back home to the rez in Tahlequah. Another day of bland, boring high school done and over with. No monsters, no gods randomly popping up, and none of her peers were stupid enough to try anything against her after the bathroom incident. Her girlfriend, Shel, wouldn't be over until evening, since she was doing something with her mother right now. With her dad and grandpa also out, fishing on a father-son trip, that left Piper a few hours all to herself.
With no homework, it was all the better.
Piper flopped onto her bed and let herself bounce a little bit. With this free time on her hands, she decided to take a quick catnap. She shut her eyes, and then immediately rolled into action when she felt a divine presence suddenly pop into her room. She grabbed her dagger and held it in front of her, ready to fight to the death.
Her eyes widened when she saw who it was.
"Mom? Why are dressed like-what's that smell?"
Aphrodite beamed at Piper. "Come on, we're having a playdate with your cousins!"
"Playdate!? Cousins!? What!?"
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The eyes of Athena, Artemis, and Piper all had a pink glow to them as they sat around a table, dressed in onesies and diapers. The air was foul in Aphrodite's palace, since the four females all desperately needed a diaper change, all of them wet almost to the point of leaking, messy almost to the point of blowing out, and giggly to the point they were drooling.
"Thank you Mommy 'Dite," they chorused as the goddess came around and handed them their own bottles.
"You're welcome my darlings. Now, after bottles its changing time and naptime. Who wants to be changed first?"
"No changie!" Athena cried.
"Uh-uh! Dirty diapers are the best diapers!" Artemis claimed.
"No thanks, Mommy," Piper said sweetly. "I like my poopy diapey."
"Alright, girls. Have it your way."
Aphrodite smiled brightly, not an inkling at all in her mind that using her charmspeak to hypnotize these three into being stinky diaper girls like her was wrong or a violation of any kind.
Meanwhile, Zeus and Ares clanked their wine glasses together as they watched the show.
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Hope you liked it!
Don't know what's coming next, either another chapter of Artemis Punishment or some other one shot, though maybe a sequel to Clean Underwear. Someone had the idea of Percy walking in on Leo or Jason, dressed up and sissified like they were, and Piper get him before he can do anything.
Maybe that, idk.